The G*d Father (opening Scene)
That I cannot do.
I 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, for help. I can’t remember the last time you invited me to your house for a cup of coffee, even though my wife was 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.
I understand. You found paradise in America. You had a good trade, you made a good living, police protected you and there were courts of law and you didn’t need a friend like me. But, now you come to me and say, Don Corleone, give me justice. But you don’t ask for respect, you don’t offer friendship. You don’t even think to call me G*d father. Instead you come into my house, on the day my daughter is to be married and you ask me to do m****r for money.
I ask for justice.
That is not justice. Your daughter is still alive.
Yes. But she is suffering. She suffers. How much shall I pay you?
Buena Sera. Buena Sera. Whatever have I done to make you treat me so disrespectfully. If you’d come to me in friendship, then this s**m that wound you daughter would be suffering this very day. And if by chance, an honest man like yourself should make enemies, then he would look on my enemies, and then they will fear you.
Be my friend…G*d father.
Good. 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.