I know it was him.
Jesus Christ, Mike.
Jesus Christ, let's get them all. Now while we've got the muscle.
This used to be my father's old study.
It's changed.
I remember there used to be a big desk here.
I remember when I was a kid. We had to be quiet when we played near here.
I was very happy that this house never went to strangers.
First Clemenza took it over. Now you.
My father taught me many things here. He taught me in this room.
He taught me, "Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer."
If Hyman Roth sees that I interceded in this, in the Rosato brothers' favor,
he'll think his relationship with me is still good.
That's what I want him to think.
I want him relaxed and confident in our friendship.
Then I'll be able to find out who the traitor in my family was.
- Yeah? - Fredo, this is Johnny Ola.
- We need some more help. - Johnny?
Jesus Christ, what the hell time is it?
- Who's that, honey? - Listen good, Fredo.
Why are you calling me? I don't want to talk to you.
Pentangeli is going to accept the Rosato brothers' deal.
- Oh, God. - Will he come alone?
I don't know. You've got me in deep enough already.
Everything will be all right. Pentangeli says he's willing to make a deal.
All we want to know is if he's on the level, or if he'll bring his boys.
You lied to me. I don't want you to call me anymore.
- Your brother won't find out we talked. - I don't know what you're talking about.
- Who was that? - Wrong number.
- Frankie, I've got nobody here. - Wait in the car, Cicc'.
- Frankie. - That's okay, Cicc'.
- What's this? - A lucky C note for our new deal.
Ritchie. Give us a taste.
We were all real happy about your decision, Frankie.
- You won't regret it. - I don't like the C note, Rosato.
I take that as an insult.
Michael Corleone says hello!
Close the door!
Your friend the cop...
Hey, Ritch. It's dark in here. Are you open or closed?
I just came in to clean up a little, you know?
What's the matter?
- Is that something on the floor? - Carmine, not here! Anthony!
You open this bar and I'll blow your head in!
Freddy, it's good to see you.
- How is he? - He's okay. He's in the back.
Girls, take a hike.
In this room here.
- I want to talk to him alone first. - Come on.
I thought I could help you, Senator.
Hagen?
- Listen, I did not... - It's all right.
- I didn't do anything. - It's okay. You're very lucky.
My brother Fredo operates this place. He was called before anyone.
Had this happened some place else, we couldn't have helped you.
When I woke up, I was on the floor.
- And I don't know how it happened. - You can't remember?
I passed out.
Just a game. Jesus.
Jesus, Jesus!
Jesus God!
God!
I don't know, and I don't understand why I can't remember.
Doesn't matter, just do as I say.
Put in a call to your office. Explain that you'll be there tomorrow.
You decided to spend the night at Michael Corleone's house in Tahoe.
- As his guest. - I do remember that she was laughing.
We'd done it before, and I know that I could not have hurt that girl.
This girl has no family. Nobody knows that she worked here.
It'll be as though she never existed.
All that's left is our friendship.
- Yes? - Sorry, but we're not to let you through.
- I'm just going to the market. - We'll pick up anything you want.
- Whose orders are these? - Mr. Hagen's. He's coming.
I'll speak to him.
I wanted to explain, but I had business in Carson City.
It's Michael's request for your safety. We'll get anything you need.
- So I'm supposed to stay in my house? - No, within the compound will be fine.
- We were going to New England. - That's off.
- Am I a prisoner? - That's not how we see it, Kay.
Come on, kids. We're going back to the house.
Joe.
Cuba, Cuba!
Most respected gentlemen.
Welcome to Havana.
I want to thank this distinguished group of American industrialists...
...for continuing to work with Cuba...
...for the greatest period of prosperity...
...in her entire history.
Mr. William Shaw...
...representing the General Fruit Company.
Messrs Corngold and Dant...
...of United Telephone and Telegraph Company.
Mr. Petty...
...regional Vice President of the Pan American Mining Corporation.
Mr. Robert Allen of South American Sugar.
Mr. Michael Corleone of Nevada...
...representing our associates in tourism and leisure activities.
And my old friend and associate from Florida...
...Mr. Hyman Roth.
I would like to thank United Telephone and Telegraph for their Christmas gift.
A solid gold telephone.
Perhaps you gentlemen would like to look at it.
- Mr. President? - Yes?
Could you discuss the rebel activity and what this can mean to our businesses?
- Of course. - Heavy stuff.
I assure you that, although the rebels have started a campaign in Las Villas...
...my staff indicates, with assurance, that we'll drive them out of Santa Clara
before the New Year.
I want to put you all at ease.
We will tolerate no guerrillas in the casinos or the swimming pools.
He said that they're making an arrest, and in a few minutes he'll let us through.
Johnny...
It's nothing.
Just some lousy bandits. The police are cleaning them up.
Viva Fidel!
I hope my age is correct. I'm always accurate about my age.
Make sure that everybody sees the cake before we cut it.
I'm very pleased...
...you're all able to come from such distances to be with me today.
When a man comes to this point in his life...
...he wants to turn over the things he's been blessed with.
Turn them over to friends, as a reward for the friends he's had...
...and to make sure that everything goes well after he's gone.
- Not for years. - Hear, hear!
We'll see. The doctors would disagree, but what do they know?
These are wonderful things that we've achieved in Havana,
and there's no limit to where we can go from here.
This kind of government knows how to help business, to encourage it.
The hotels here are bigger and swankier than any of the joints in Vegas.
We can thank our friends in the Cuban government,
which has put up half the cash with the Teamsters, on a dollar for dollar basis,
and has relaxed restrictions on imports.
What I'm saying is that we have now what we have always needed:
Real partnership with a government.
Smaller piece.
You all know Michael Corleone and we all remember his father.
At the time of my retirement, or death,
I turn over all my interests in the Havana operation to his control.
But, all of you will share.
The Nacionale will go to the Lakeville Road Boys,
the Capri to the Corleone family,
the Sevilla Biltmore also,
but Eddie Levine will bring in the Pennino brothers, Dino and Eddie, for a piece
and to handle the casino operations.
We've saved a piece for some friends in Nevada
to make sure that things go smoothly back home.
I want all of you to enjoy your cake. So, enjoy!
- Happy birthday! - L'chaim!
I saw an interesting thing happen today.
A rebel was being arrested by the military police.
Rather than be taken alive, he exploded a grenade he had in his jacket.
He killed himself and took a captain of the command with him.
- Those rebels are lunatics. - Maybe so.
But it occurred to me, that the soldiers are paid to fight, the rebels aren't.
- What does that tell you? - They can win.
This country has had rebels for 50 years. It's in their blood.
I know, I've been coming here since the Twenties.
We were running molasses from Havana when you were a baby.
The trucks were owned by your father.
Michael...
I'd rather we talked about this when we're alone.
The two million never got to the island.
It mustn't be known that you held back the money,
because you worried about the rebels.
Sit down, Michael. Sit down.
If I could only live to see it, to be there with you.
What I wouldn't give for 20 more years.
Here we are, protected. Free to make our profits without Kefauver,
the goddamn Justice Department and the FBI.
90 miles away, in partnership with a friendly government.
90 miles. It's nothing.
Just one small step for a man looking to be President of the United States
and having the cash to make it possible.
Michael...
...we're bigger than U.S. Steel.
Mikey, how are you? Okay?
- Hi! Freddie Corleone. - Mio frati.
Jesus Christ, what a trip!
I thought, "What if somebody knows what I've got in here".
Can you imagine that? Two million dollars on the seat next to me.
- Excuse me. - It's okay.
You want to count it?
What's going on? I'm totally in the dark.
The family is making an investment in Havana. This is a gift for the President.
That's great! Havana's great.
It's my kind of town.
- Anybody I know in Havana? - Don't know. Hyman Roth, Johnny Ola?
No. I've never met them.
Listen, Mikey, I'm kind of...
...kind of nervous from the trip. Can I get a drink or something?
I thought maybe we'd go out together.
I know a place where we can spend some time together.
Sometimes I think I should have married a woman like you did. Like Kay.
Have kids. Have a family.
For once in my life, be more like...
...Pop.
It's not easy to be a son, Fredo. It's not easy.
Mama used to say, "You don't belong to me."
"You were left on the doorstep by gypsies."
Sometimes I think it's true.
You're no gypsy, Fredo.
Mikey... I was mad at you.
Why didn't we spend time like this before?
- You want a drink, right? - Waiter!
Por favor...
- How do you say Banana Daquiri? - Banana Daquiri.
- That's it? - That's it.
Uno Banana Daquiri...
...and a club soda.
Senator Geary flies in from Washington tomorrow with some government people.
I want you to show them a good time in Havana.
- That's my specialty, right? - Can I trust you with something?
Of course, Mike.
Later in the evening we're all invited to the President to bring in the New Year.
After it's over they'll take me home in a military car- alone.
For my protection.
Before I reach my hotel, I'll be assassinated.
- Who? - Roth.
It was Roth who tried to kill me in my home.
It was Roth all along.
He acts like I'm his son, his successor.
But he thinks he'll live forever and wants me out.
- How can I help? - Just go along, as if you know nothing.
- I've already made my move. - What move?
Hyman Roth won't see the New Year.
You're to take it easy, he'll be back tomorrow.
Fly in my own doctor from Miami. I don't trust a doctor who can't speak English.
- Gracias, señor. - Buenas noches.
- Honey, go to the casino. - If you're feeling better.
Feel fine.
- Play the bingo game. - Okay. Nice to see you, Mr. Paul.
My sixth sense tells me Fredo brought a bag full of money. Where is it?
- You're pulling out? - Just want to... Just want to wait.
- How do you feel? - Terrible.
I'd give four million to be able to take a painless piss.
- Who had Frank Pentangeli killed? - The Rosato brothers.
I know, but who gave the go-ahead?
I know I didn't.
There was this kid I grew up with. He was younger than me.
Sort of looked up to me, you know. We did our first work together.
Worked our way out of the street. Things were good.
During Prohibition we ran molasses into Canada.
Made a fortune. Your father too.
As much as anyone, I loved him and trusted him.
Later on he had an idea to build a city
out of a desert stop-over for G.I. s going to the West Coast.
That kid's name was Moe Greene
and the city he invented was Las Vegas.
This was a great man.
A man of vision and guts.
And there isn't even a plaque, signpost or statue of him in that town.
Someone put a bullet through his eye.
No one knows who gave the order.
When I heard it, I wasn't angry.
I knew Moe, I knew he was headstrong. Talking loud, saying stupid things.
So when he turned up dead, I let it go.
And I said to myself,
"This is the business we've chosen."
I didn't ask...
...who gave the order, because it had nothing to do with business.
That two million in a bag in your room...
I'm going in to take a nap.
When I wake, if the money is on the table, I know I have a partner.
If it isn't, I know I don't.
Does everybody know everybody? You know Senator Geary.
Good to see you, Mike. I'm glad we spend this time together.
Senator Payton from Florida...
...Judge DeMalco from New York...
...Senator Ream from Maryland...
...Fred Corngold from UTT.
- That Fred does a mean cha-cha-cha! - He does?
Gentlemen, it's refill time!
You might try some of the local drinks. Cuba Libre, Piña Colada...
I think I'll try one of those redheaded Yolandas...
- That you got! Con gusto... - Johnny!
You don't know my brother Fredo. Johnny Ola, Fredo.
- We never met. Johnny Ola. - Pleasure.
Gentlemen, to a night in Havana!
- Happy New Year! - Happy New Year!
- Feliz Año Nuevo! - Happy New Year.
- Hey, Freddie, why are we standing? - Everybody stands.
- It's worth it. You won't believe this. - I don't believe it already.
- 50 dollars, right? - You've got a bet, mister.
That's Superman.
Did I tell you or did I tell you?
- I don't believe it! - It's got to be fake.
It's real. That's why he's called Superman.
Hey, Freddy, where did you find this place?
Johnny Ola brought me here. I didn't believe it, but seeing is believing!
- I see it, but still don't believe it! - 50 bucks, Pat.
Roth won't go here, but Johnny knows these places!
- Watch, he'll break a cracker with it. - I want to see him break a brick!
Relax, we're taking you to the hospital.
...and you'll continue to get those.
I don't believe that President Eisenhower would ever pull out of Cuba,
as we have over one billion dollars invested in this country.
The American public believe in non-intervention...
Fredo! Where are you going?
I'm getting a real drink, because I can't...
What kept Mr. Roth? I understood he was coming.
Reeves, what's the protocol? How long should we stay?
I think a half hour ought to do it. Just long enough to bring in the New Year.
It's New Year's Eve. Come on, just for a minute.
There's a plane waiting to take us to Miami in an hour.
Don't make a big thing about it.
I know it was you, Fredo. You broke my heart.
You broke my heart!
Due to serious setbacks to our troops in Guantanamo and Santiago...
...my position in Cuba is untenable.
I am resigning from office to avoid further bloodshed.
And I shall leave the city immediately.
I wish all of you good luck.
Salud!
Viva la revolución! Viva Fidel!
Fredo!
Come on. Come with me. It's the only way out of here tonight.
Roth is dead.
Fredo, come with me! You're still my brother.
Fredo!
I'm Pat Geary, United States Senator.
Fidel! Fidel! Fidel!
Al. Get me a wet towel.
Does Kay know I'm back?
My boy? Did you get him something for Christmas?
- I took care of it. - What was it, so I'll know.
It was a little car with an electric motor that he can ride in. It's nice.
Thank you, Al.
Fellows, could you step outside for a minute?
Where's my brother?
Roth got out on a private boat. He's in a hospital in Miami.
He had a stroke, but recovered okay. Your bodyguard is dead.
I asked about Fredo.
I think he got out. He must be somewhere in New York.
All right.
I want you to get in touch with him.
I know he's scared. Tell him everything is all right.
Tell him I know Roth misled him. That he didn't know they would try to kill me.
- They can come in now. - There was something else.
What?
What? Come on.
Kay had a miscarriage.
- Was it a boy? - At three and a half months...
Can't you give me a straight answer?! Was it a boy?
I really don't know.
Poor little Fredo, he's got pneumonia.
Young man, I hear you and your friends are stealing goods.
But you don't even send a dress to my house. No respect!
You know I've got three daughters.
This is my neighborhood.
You and your friends should show me some respect.
You should let me wet my beak a little.
I hear you and your friends cleared $600 each.
Give me $200 each, for your own protection. And I'll forget the insult.
You young punks have to learn to respect a man like me!
Otherwise the cops will come to your house.
And your family will be ruined.
Of course if I'm wrong about how much you stole- I'll take a little less.
And by less, I only mean- a hundred bucks less.
Now don't refuse me.
Understand, paesano?
I understand.
My friends and I share all the money. So first, I have to talk to them.
Tell your friends I don't want a lot. Just enough to wet my beak.
Don't be afraid to tell them!
600 bucks...
Suppose we don't pay?
You know his gang, Tessio. Real animals.
Maranzalla himself let Fanucci work this neighborhood.
He's got connections with the cops, too. We have to pay him.
$200 each... everybody agreed?
Why do we have to pay him?
Vito, leave this to us.
He's one person, we're three.
He's got guns, we've got guns.
Why should we give him the money we sweated for?
This is his neighborhood!
I know two bookies who don't give anything to Fanucci.
They don't pay Fanucci.
If they don't pay Fanucci, then somebody else collects for Maranzalla!
We'll all be better off if we pay him. Don't worry.
Now what I say stays in this room.
If you both like, why not give me $50 each to pay Fanucci?
I guarantee he'll accept what I give him.
If Fanucci says $200...
...he means it, Vito!
I'll reason with him.
Leave everything to me.
I'll take care of everything.
I never lie to my friends.
Tomorrow you both go talk to Fanucci.
He'll ask for the money.
Tell him you'll pay whatever he wants. Don't argue with him.
Then I'll go and get him to agree.
Don't argue with him, since he's so tough.
How can you get him to take less?
That's my business.
Just remember that I did you a favor.
Is it a deal?
His family's out of the house.
Fanucci's alone in the cafe.
Vito, here's my 50 dollars. Buona fortuna.
Are you sure he's going to go for it?
I'll make an offer he don't refuse. Don't worry.
It looks like there's- $100 under my hat.
I was right.
Only $100...
I'm short of money right now.
I've been out of work... so just give me a little time.
You understand, don't you?
You've got balls, young man!
How come I never heard of you before?
You've got a lot of guts.
I'll find you some work for good money.
No hard feelings, right? If I can help you, let me know.
You've done well for yourself.
Enjoy the festa!
Oh, this is too violent for me!
What've you got there?
Michael, your father loves you very much.
Mr. Cicci, from the year 1942 to the present time,
you were an employee of the Genco Olive Oil Company?
That's right.
But in actuality you were a member of the Corleone crime organization.
No, we called it the Corleone family, Senator.
What was your position?
At first, like everybody else, I was a soldier.
- What is that? - A button, you know, Senator.
No, I don't know. Tell me.
When the boss says "push a button" on a guy, I push a button. See, Senator?
Mr. Questadt.
You mean you kill people?
You kill people at the... behest of your superiors.
Yeah, that's right.
And the head of your family is Michael Corleone?
Yeah, Counselor. Michael Corleone.
Did you ever get such an order directly from Michael Corleone?
No, I never talked to him.
Mr. Cicci, could you amplify your answer a bit?
- Do what? - Could you expand on your answer?
I'm particularly interested in knowing, was there always a buffer involved?