Now you come to me and 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 Bonasera Bonasera What have I ever done to make you treat me so disrespectfully? If you'd come to me in friendship, then this 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. I'll make him an offer he don't refuse. I must have strict assurance from Corleone As time goes by and his position becomes stronger. Will he attempt any individual vendetta? You talk about vengeance Is vengeance gonna bring your son back to you? And my boy to me? I forgo the vengeance of my son. Look how they massacred my boy But I have selfish reasons. My youngest son Is forced to leave this country. And I have to make arrangements to bring him back here safely. Cleared of all these false charges But I'm a superstitious man And if some unlucky accident should befall him--if he should get shot in the head by a police officer Or if he should hang himself in his jail cell, Or if he's struck by a bolt of lightning, Then I'm going to blame some of the people in this room. And that I do not forgive. I never wanted this for you I work my whole life, I don't apologize to take care of my family, A man who doesn't spend time with his family could never be a real man. And I refused to be a fool Dancing on the string held by all those bigshots. Michael Bruise, go in peace and may the Lord be with you Amen
