I don't know what to do, Godfather. 'Johnny Fontane sat on the corner of the desk in Don Corleone's dark office and shook his head helplessly.
Don Corleone was sitting in his leather chair, listening carefully to his favourite godson. He had, after all, travelled two thousand miles from California to be at his
daughter's wedding. 'My voice is weak, 'Johnny went on. 'I can't sing as well as I used to. There's a part in a film that I want. It would be perfect for me. If I had this part, I'd be a top star again. But the boss of the film company, Jack Woltz, won't give me the part. Can you help me?'
' Go and rest,' Don Corleone said. His voice was soft, but there was a rough quality to it that made everybody listen. It was a voice impossible to argue with. Something to do with the way he spoke without moving his mouth. 'In a month, this man will give you what you want.'
'Too late,' Johnny looked at his godfather unhappily. 'They start filming in a week.'
Don Corleone stood up and put a fatherly arm around Johnny's shoulder. 'I'm going to make this man an offer he can't refuse,' he said, leading Johnny towards the door. 'Now, go and enjoy yourself He kissed Johnny on the cheek, shut the door and turned to Tom Hagen, who had heard everything.
'What are we going to do with your daughter's new husband?' Tom asked. 'Shall we give him anything important to do?'
'No,' Don Corleone replied. 'Give him something small. A betting shop,
maybe. But never discuss the family business with him.' 'Virgil Sollozzo called, 'Tom went on. 'He wants to meet you next week.'
'We'll discuss that after you get back from California.'
Tom looked surprised. 'Why am I going to California?'
I want you to help Johnny. You're going to talk to this Jack Woltz. I want you to go tonight. And now, if there's no other business, I'd like to go to my daughter's wedding.'
With these words, Don Corleone left Tom alone in the office, went outside, took his daughter by the hand and danced with her to the slow, Sicilian music.
Don Corleone took his daughter by the hand and danced with her to the slow, Sicilian music.
I don't know what to do, Godfather. 'Johnny Fontane sat on the corner of the desk in Don Corleone's dark office and shook his head helplessly.Don Corleone was sitting in his leather chair, listening carefully to his favourite godson. He had, after all, travelled two thousand miles from California to be at hisdaughter's wedding. 'My voice is weak, 'Johnny went on. 'I can't sing as well as I used to. There's a part in a film that I want. It would be perfect for me. If I had this part, I'd be a top star again. But the boss of the film company, Jack Woltz, won't give me the part. Can you help me?'' Go and rest,' Don Corleone said. His voice was soft, but there was a rough quality to it that made everybody listen. It was a voice impossible to argue with. Something to do with the way he spoke without moving his mouth. 'In a month, this man will give you what you want.''Too late,' Johnny looked at his godfather unhappily. 'They start filming in a week.'Don Corleone stood up and put a fatherly arm around Johnny's shoulder. 'I'm going to make this man an offer he can't refuse,' he said, leading Johnny towards the door. 'Now, go and enjoy yourself He kissed Johnny on the cheek, shut the door and turned to Tom Hagen, who had heard everything.'What are we going to do with your daughter's new husband?' Tom asked. 'Shall we give him anything important to do?''No,' Don Corleone replied. 'Give him something small. A betting shop,maybe. But never discuss the family business with him.' 'Virgil Sollozzo called, 'Tom went on. 'He wants to meet you next week.''We'll discuss that after you get back from California.'Tom looked surprised. 'Why am I going to California?'I want you to help Johnny. You're going to talk to this Jack Woltz. I want you to go tonight. And now, if there's no other business, I'd like to go to my daughter's wedding.'With these words, Don Corleone left Tom alone in the office, went outside, took his daughter by the hand and danced with her to the slow, Sicilian music.Don Corleone took his daughter by the hand and danced with her to the slow, Sicilian music.
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