The Godfather

....
I believe in America.
America has made my fortune.
And I raised my daughter
in the American fashion.

I gave her freedom, but I taught her
never to dishonour 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 honour.
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.
Beautiful girl.
Now she will never be beautiful again

Sorry.
I went to the police,
like a good American.
These two boys were brought to trial.
The judge sentenced them to three years
in prison, but suspended the sentence.

Suspended the sentence!
They went free that very day!
I stood in the courtroom like a fool.
Those two bastards, 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?
I want them dead.
That I cannot do.
I'll give you anything you ask.

I've known you many years, but this
is the first time you've asked for help.
I can't remember the last time
you invited me for a cup of coffee.

Even though my wife is godmother
to your only child.
But let's be frank here.
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 made a good living, had police
protection and there were courts of law.
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 with respect.

You don't offer friendship. You don't
even think to call me Godfather.
You come on my daughter's wedding
day and ask me to murder for money.

I ask you for justice.
That is not justice.
Your daughter is alive.

Let them suffer, then, as she suffers.
How much shall I pay you?
Bonasera, Bonasera.
What have I ever done to make you
treat me so disrespectfully?

If you'd come in friendship,
the scum that ruined your daughter
would be suffering this very day.

And if an honest man like you should
make enemies, they'd be my enemies.
And then they would fear you.

Be my friend?
Godfather?
Good.

Some day, and that day may never
come, I'll ask a service of you.
But until that day...
...accept this justice as a gift
on my daughter's wedding day.

Grazie, Godfather.
Prego.

Give this to Clemenza.
I want people that aren't going to
get carried away.

We're not murderers,
in spite of what this undertaker says.
 8)