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Don
Corleone
rose
from
behind
the
desk
.
His
face
was
still
impassive
but
his
voice
rang
like
cold
death
.
"
We
have
known
each
other
many
years
,
you
and
I
,
"
he
said
to
the
undertaker
,
"
but
until
this
day
you
never
came
to
me
for
counsel
or
help
.
I
ca
n't
remember
the
last
time
you
invited
me
to
your
house
for
coffee
though
my
wife
is
godmother
to
your
only
child
.
Let
us
be
frank
.
You
spurned
my
friendship
.
You
feared
to
be
in
my
debt
.
"
Bonasera
murmured
,
"
I
did
n't
want
to
get
into
trouble
.
"
The
Don
held
up
his
hand
.
"
No
.
Do
n't
speak
.
You
found
America
a
paradise
.
You
had
a
good
trade
,
you
made
a
good
living
,
you
thought
the
world
a
harmless
place
where
you
could
take
your
pleasure
as
you
willed
.
You
never
armed
yourself
with
true
friends
.
After
all
,
the
police
guarded
you
,
there
were
courts
of
law
,
you
and
yours
could
come
to
no
harm
.
You
did
not
need
Don
Corleone
.
Very
well
.
My
feelings
were
wounded
but
I
am
not
that
sort
of
person
why
thrusts
his
friendship
on
those
who
do
not
value
it
--
on
those
who
think
me
of
little
account
.
"
The
Don
paused
and
gave
the
undertaker
a
polite
,
ironic
smile
.
"
Now
you
come
to
me
and
say
,
'
Don
Corleone
give
me
justice
.
'
And
you
do
not
ask
with
respect
.
You
do
not
offer
me
your
friendship
.
You
come
into
my
home
on
the
bridal
day
of
my
daughter
and
you
ask
me
to
do
murder
and
you
say
"
--
here
the
Don
's
voice
became
a
scornful
mimicry
--
"
'
I
will
pay
you
anything
.
'
No
,
no
,
I
am
not
offended
,
but
what
have
I
ever
done
to
make
you
treat
me
so
disrespectfully
?
"
Bonasera
cried
out
in
his
anguish
and
his
fear
,
"
America
has
been
good
to
me
.
I
wanted
to
be
a
good
citizen
.
I
wanted
my
child
to
be
American
.
"
The
Don
clapped
his
hands
together
with
decisive
approval
.
"
Well
spoken
.
Very
fine
.
Then
you
have
nothing
to
complain
about
.
The
judge
has
ruled
.
America
has
ruled
.
Bring
your
daughter
flowers
and
a
box
of
candy
when
you
go
visit
her
in
the
hospital
.
That
will
comfort
her
.
Be
content
.
After
all
,
this
is
not
a
serious
affair
,
the
boys
were
young
,
high-spirited
,
and
one
of
them
is
the
son
of
a
powerful
politician
.
No
,
my
dear
Amerigo
,
you
have
always
been
honest
.
I
must
admit
,
though
you
spurned
my
friendship
,
that
I
would
trust
the
given
word
of
Amerigo
Bonasera
more
than
I
would
any
other
man
's
.
So
give
me
your
word
that
you
will
put
aside
this
madness
.
It
is
not
American
.
Forgive
.
Forget
.
Life
is
full
of
misfortunes
.
"
The
cruel
and
contemptuous
irony
with
which
all
this
was
said
,
the
controlled
anger
of
the
Don
,
reduced
the
poor
undertaker
to
a
quivering
jelly
but
he
spoke
up
bravely
again
.
"
I
ask
you
for
justice
.
"
Don
Corleone
said
curtly
,
"
The
court
gave
you
justice
.
"
Bonasera
shook
his
head
stubbornly
.
"
No
.
They
gave
the
youths
justice
.
They
did
not
give
me
justice
.
"
