- We know. Poor child ... If we can help you, please let me know. He is also my godmother's godson? This case is a retaliation! Let 's say, "My wife is her godmother but you do not want to let him accept this guy as godfather!" Bonasera's mysterious face is as gray as ash. He said, "I have something I want to talk to you about." Mr. Tang shook his head: "No way. These two guys are not only assistants but also grandchildren in the house ... I don't believe them, who do you trust?

Bonasera closed his eyes and started talking. The old voice was as flat as ever, "Please be honest with the bereaved condolences".

- I only have one daughter acne is it. I believe in the United States, that making money is a good way to raise children, like any American. I didn't keep it in my house because I believed I had instructed him to honor my family. He has a close friend, not Italian. Go together with each other, go play with each other, but the other guy doesn't know who we are. I acknowledge that I have to export it. Two months ago, he drove his young child to go out with a friend. They let the baby drink whistling and then made a mess. Of course the young girl resisted. Don't accept that they beat, like beating an animal. Woe, when I was in the hospital, the little child was bruised and bruised, the nose of the jaw had to be clamped and not know how many places! Seeing me, the baby kept sobbing: "Daddy, did you do anything but ... do you like this? Why are they torturing me?". Alas, how can i answer it I couldn't help but look at her and hug her face!

Bonasera hugged her face and cried. Crying and sobbing, choking without saying the truth, even though the sound of crying did not seem to cry! However, the boss still had to have a comforting gesture for him to tell him a little more. Bonasera's face flowed out, his eyes were bloodshot ...

- I cry because my baby is my life. How beautiful, gentle, cute ... trusting the one. Now it doesn't trust anyone ... and it's still beautiful with anyone! Then I bring the case, police. Both men were arrested immediately and prosecuted in court, in accordance with US law. Evidently, both of them confessed. So, the court sentenced them to three years in prison, suspended sentence.

They are free to leave immediately after the trial. I stood dumbfounded in front of the court and was laughed at by two other guys. I told my family: "This is to ask Mr. Boss to finish ..."

The boss, he bowed slightly, sympathized with his suffering. But when I spoke, the voices all sounded, resentful: "Knowing that, why did you go to the police? Why not come to me right away?"

Bonasera didn't answer but just sniffed: "Now I ask my friend. What do you want to do, please tell me. How much can you do, get rid of work ..." The guy who only has money, doesn't know the situation, doesn't know anything anymore. The boss said in a loud voice: "Can you ask me anything?"

Bonasera glanced at Hagen, Sonny and shook his head. If not, Mr. Tram then tied his body a little closer and held out his ear to let him whisper. Leaping forward, whispering softly. The man whispered, who held his ears absent-mindedly as a priest heard confession. A moment later, Bonasera just sat right back, waiting. The boss looked right at his face and he blushed but his eyes were still raised ... "How could that case be. Yet he even offered a "How much I want you to give me" message.

Bonasera's sharp, clear voice made Hagen wince slightly, shaking his head. Sonny, who had been turning his back to look out the window at the same time, turned around and stared. Sitting in the back of buya syrup. The boss stood up and spoke. The voice was not angry, but the sound was like a thud:

- My friend and I, we know each other for so long. But did you ever want to try to come and play or ask for something? But he did not even bother to invite him back to the house, even for a cup of tea. But my wife is the godmother of her baby! Sorry, where am I wrong? You do not crave to play, do not bother to melon ... what I do not know.

- I don't want trouble ...

- No, you listen to me. The friend who came to the United States to establish a career in such a mature way is rich, right, this country is a paradise. You are honest, afraid of anyone touching but need to make friends? Whoever, touch it, soldier, drag him to court. Isn't it thanks to a Vito Corleone? That's right! The fact that I also have an affectionate collision, but in retrospect, I don't have to close my eyes, especially with those who consider me cheap. I don't want to have men you don't deserve.

Today my friend has something to ask for me but not on behalf of friendship. My friend picked the right day when I married him to come over and asked me to kill him. And the price "How much does it cost?" I'm so hurt! I do not hurt because of my friend's insults ... but I want to know what I have done that my friend appreciated me so cheaply?

Afraid of reincarnation, Bonasera hugged her face and cried: "It is too much for me. This American country is treating me so badly. I just want to do my business peacefully, raising my children." Mr. Trai applauded, nodding his head in agreement:

- That's right! Your friend sounds good. So what is lament? The United States has a law, you have a legal trial and the law has been judged. What else do you want? Well, my friend, who has a hospital visit, will remember to bring his children a bunch of flowers and candy boxes to remove it from his heart, and he will be satisfied himself. Considering the same is just a small matter, it is not worth anything? The children do it badly! They are drunk and a guy has a big father. My dear friend Bonasera, I acknowledge that you are an honest person and even if you do not want to play ... then a friend said I still believe it, I believe more than anyone. So just ask your friend a word ... please skip this case. Don't worry about it, Americans have that way of life! Try to forget. Forget to forgive. What is the lack of suffering in this life?

Bonasera sat in a dumbfounded manner at the fierce words, but still tried to beg: "Ask your friend to solve it".

- See, the law has settled?

- What the hell! They deal with them ... not for me.

- Agree. Which way do you want to solve?

- Debt blood paid with blood.

- Where is it? Is the young child alive and asking for blood debt? Bonasera tried to salvage:

- Well then ... give me a bite? How painful it is for a small child to make them print painfully! So ... then ... how much do you calculate, please tell me? Please tell me ...

Mr. Hood turned away. So, it was broken, Bonasera sat dead. Later, acting like a benevolent person, I couldn't care less about dealing with someone who used to know, especially when I was in trouble, Mr. Trai turned his face casually. Bonasera's face was as pale as the corpses that he had shrouded every day. Do not bother to make him suffer anymore, Mr. Trai asked him to ask:

- Why, you're still afraid that you don't want to associate friends with me, so you don't want to ask anything, in the name of friendship. To tell you the truth, your friend had to wait for a month to wait for justice to judge. You spend money on the teachers who argue it beforehand, knowing that he will miss you. You depend on the fair judgment of the chief justice who is willing to sell his conscience like a prostitute. In previous years, every time he needed money to do business, he carried out the ransom of several bankers, begging, asking them to lend money at exorbitant prices, but they had to wait and wait for them to "sniff" to see if they would pay. floating or not.

It was easy for you to remember this guy back then! My money will be your friend's money, no conditions at all. In the last case, if you ask for it, the other two animals will surely be worse off than the little one. You just believe it. The guy who worked so honestly and whoever dared touch it would know my hand. But if your friend is a friend, he will tell you the truth ... his father will not dare!

The Boss came down to his voice when Bonasera nodded sharply, whispering in his mouth:

- Yes, please treat me like you. Where are you brothers ...

At that time, Mr. Tram was intimate to put his hand on his new friend's shoulder. "So will it be? You will be satisfied. It is possible that one day I will have a job to return to you, that day may never be there. Please consider it as a small gift from my home. Can the godmother help her?

Bonasera thanks very much. After he got out the door, Hagen turned and listened to the Boss instructing him: "Give this to Clemenza. Tell him to choose decent guys, don't use the soldiers to see the blood. What does he want to think, don't think ... don't I have to kill them? "

Turning to the side he had been looking back all the time, he did not feel sad. This Santino ... is out of hope. Do not listen, how to succeed the house, how to command it? Have to worry about finding a guy ... but living forever?

At the bottom of the garden suddenly there was a loud laugh that made the three of them startled. Sonny stretched his neck out of the window and gazed at it nonchalantly. With a grin, he ran to open the door: "Johnny, Dad! Did you say ... how did he come back to get married?" Hagen also ran to the window and looked down: "That's right! Did you come and bring him up here to hear me?"

Mr. Trai shook his head: "No ... He came back to eat his wedding and let his children celebrate it and finished it. Did you see ... my godson is considered good?"

Hagen meant to jealous, so he let go of a sentence: "It has only been two years since he saw his face. Maybe he has something to run back and ask." The boss scowled: "Oh, he is the godson, but thanks to the Old Father, who do you ask, mi?"

o o o

The first one to see Johnny step in is Connie the bride. Happy too, forget all the groom, forget the whole body of a bride, he rushed to embrace hard for "Johnny" to let the brothers kiss their lips lovingly while relatives cheered around. For them, Johnny is a relative, a relative who has been close for a long time, not an outsider?

Connie hurriedly took Johnny's hand and pulled him back to introduce Carlo. Very delicate Johnny just looked at the groom who immediately knew the boy had to do a fresh job to lift up the cup to claim, and shook his hand tightly for him to help him.

"Hey, Johnny ... barking to play a congratulatory version for your relatives?" When I first heard the song, the biggest duo of the country hurriedly turned around, jumping up and down the crowd holding Nino Valenti hard. Oh, the same day pair! Where did the two boys go without each other, a couple of duo who went to a girl's club but also went for a long time?

Until Johnny came on the radio, became famous, then took a one-to-Hollywood dance to become a singer and a great star. From that time, there was a time about Nino, so how could I find a way to introduce and guide each other, but what the hell? Scream and forget it. When he met Nino again, he heard his low-pitched voice, saw his mouth laughing like a day, Johnny couldn't help but be moved.

Nino Valenti was eager to walk a mandoline to Johnny to spread his neck, his legs stomping, shouting "This song is especially for the bride". Of course it must be a love song Sicily, wet to obscene, but wedding singing is great.

Johnny's voice was so absent that Nino twisted his body in an intriguing manner so the bride Connie blushed and the audience applauded like thunder. To the chorus is no need to invite, relatives also stamped loudly and clasped their necks and groans to the women. Just like that, bis dibis again ... so much so that Johnny had to shout, ask the top to fix his voice to catch another song.

People bear Johnny hard. Because it's the same country. Because it is a great actor, the first singer, the whole world knows, how many beauties fall in love. But he still remembered the Old Father. On the wedding day, he still went 5 thousand kilometers to attend. He still doesn't forget his relatives, like Nino Valenti. When we were young, we sang together really well ... did anyone doubt that Johnny Fontane was the idol of 50 million girls and women?

Johnny leaned down to grab Connie's armpit and then one side, Nino on the other, two neck tendons performing a "gut".

Nino just snapped a few mandoline notes that relatives knew right away they were going to perform ... mouth-to-mouth combat. Which means that the two guys in the opposite side do not let any winner win the right to carry the beautiful people. The two of them were fighting hard, the barking boy barked over the bark, but it was obvious that Nino won today. Johnny deliberately let it drown, let it snatch the beauty and the majestic winning song and I just complied. The song ended with 3 children embracing each other, and the relatives below shouted "Bis ... bis". Listening to the story from when he did not know, Mr. Trai came to blame loudly and said: "My relatives are very bad! My son's godson remembered the wedding day of his baby, he dared to surpass 5 thousand kilometers to come home. I'm happy with my grandmother ... but the wine doesn't show me, I just made her sing!

People cheered loudly. A dozen glasses of wine came out and made Johnny frantically get tired of every cup. He ran back and hugged the Old Father and whispered what he had immediately led him away.

Seeing Johnny's face go blank, Hagen caught his hand. He also stretched out his hand and quickly visited, but still saw how weak his face was that Hagen couldn't help. There is something he understands right away: "Is there any assistant who is trusted by the Boss ... without being oppressed?"

Johnny smacked his mouth: "Dad, I received a wedding card ... do you know what I think? I guess you are all angry with me, right? From the day we stopped each other," let go "five times Where's Tom? Every time Tom said he was gone, he was busy, so I knew immediately that he was angry. "

Pouring each of them a glass of Strega, Mr. Trai wiped away: "That is over! You still need your father's help now? Are you that rich, so bad that you still need your father's help?"

When Johnny had finished the glass, he asked to pour it again and said: "Where's the father? I don't have money, but this time I went down the hill? Dad was right. I left my wife and I ran after that whore, I took it. You are angry with me, it is worth it. "