I believe in America.
America has made my fortune...
and I raised my daughter in the American fashion.
I give her freedom, but I taught her...
never to dishonor her family.
She found a boyfriend. Not an Italian.
She went to the movies with him.
She stayed out late. I didn't protest.
Two months ago, he took her for a drive...
with another boyfriend.
They made her drink whiskey...
and then they tried to take advantage of her.
She resisted.She kept her honor.
So they beat her like an animal.
When I went to the hospital, her nose was broken...
her jaw was shattered...
held together by wire.
She couldn't even weep because of the pain.
But I wept. Why did I weep?
She was the light of my life.
Now she will never be beautiful again.
I went to the police like a good American.
These two boys were brought to trial.
Ajudge sentence them to three years in prison...and suspend their sentence.
They went free that very day.
I stood in the courtroom like a fool.
And those two bastard, they smiled at me.
Then I said to my wife, ''For justice...
we must go to Don Corleone.''
Why did you go to the police? Why didn't you come to me first?
What do you want of me?
Tell me anything, but do what I beg you to do.
What is that?
That I cannot do.
I'll give you anything you ask.
We've known each other many years, but this is the first time...
you ever came to me for counsel or for help.
I can't remember the last time that you invited me... to your house for a cup of coffee...
even though my wife is godmother to your only child.
But let's be frank.
You never wanted my friendship...
and you were afraid to be in my debt.
I didn't want to get into trouble.
You found paradise in America.
You had a good trade, made a good living.
Police protected you, and there were courts of law.
So you didn't need a friend like me.
But now you come to me and you say...
''Don Corleone, give me justice.''
But you don't ask with respect.
You don't offer friendship.
You don't even think to call me ''Godfather.''
Instead, you come into my house... on the day my daughter is to be married...
and you ask me to do murder for money.
I ask you for justice.
That is not justice. Your daughter is still alive.
They must suffer then as she suffers.
How much shall I pay you?
What have I ever done to make you treat me so disrespectfully?
If you'd come to me in friendship...
then the scum that ruined your daughter...would be suffering this very day.
And if, by chance... an honest man like yourself should make enemies...
then they would become my enemies.
And then they would fear you.
Be my friend?
Someday, and that day may never come...
I'll call upon you to do a service for me.
But until that day...
accept this justice as a gift on my daughter's wedding day.
谢谢 教父 别客气
Give this to Clemenza.
I want reliable people... people that aren't going to be carried away.
I mean, we're not murderers... in spite of what this undertaker says.
麦克在哪? 别担心 他一会就来
-Where's Michael?-What? Don't worry. It's early. He'll be here.
We're not taking it.
We're not taking the picture without Michael.
-What's the matter, Sonny?-It's Michael.
Hey, Paulie! Let me have some wine.
Paulie! More wine. Scusi, please.
You look ''terrif'' on the floor. What are you, a dance judge or something?
Go take a walk around the neighborhood. Do your job.
仙杜拉 帮个忙 别让孩子乱跑 好吗?
Sandra, come on. Do me a favor. Watch the kids.
-Don't let 'em run wild.-You watch yourself, all right?
Twenty or thirty grand. In small bills, cash.
In that little silk purse.
If this was somebody else's wedding.
Hey, Paulie! I got two gobbagool... gabagol and a prosciutto.
Hey, what's the matter?
Have to go back to work.
It's part of the wedding.
No Sicilian can refuse any request on his daughter's wedding day.
Don Corleone, I am honored and grateful... that you have invited me to your home--
Get outta here.
This is a private party. Go on.
What is it? Hey, my sister's wedding.
Goddamn FBI don't respect nothin'.
Hey, come here, come here. Come here!There.
But towards the end he was paroled...to help with the American war effort.
For the last six months, he's been working at my pastry shop.
纳色利 我的朋友 我能为你做什么?
Nazorine, my friend, what can I do for you?
Now that the war is over...
这男孩 安索 他们要把他遣返意大利
this boy, Enzo, they want to repatriate him back to Italy.
Godfather, I have a daughter. See, she and Enzo--
You want Enzo to stay in this country... and you want your daughter to be married.
You understand everything.
Mr. Hagen. Thank you.
And wait till you see the beautiful wedding cake...I made for your daughter.
Like this, with the bride and the groom and--
- Who should I give this job to? - Not to our paisan.
Give it to a Jew congressman in another district.
Who else is on the list?
Hey, Michael. How are you? Hello.
He's not on the list, but Luca Brasi wants to see you.
Is this necessary?
He didn't expect to be invited to the wedding...so he wanted to thank you.
Don Corleone, I am honored and grateful...
that you have invited me to your home...on the wedding day of your daughter.
And may their first child be a masculine child.
- Don-- - Michael?Don Corleone--