My business is heroin, I have poppy
fields, laboratories in Narseilles
and Sicily, ready to go into
production. My importing methods
are as safe as these things can be,
about five per cent loss. The risk
is nothing, the profits enormous.
Why do you come to me? Why do I
deserve your generosity?
I need two million dollars in
cash...more important, I need a
friend who has people in high
places; a friend who can guarantee
that if one of my employees be
arrested, they would get only light
sentences. Be my friend.
What percentages for my family?
Thirty per cent. In the first year
your share would be four million
dollars; then it would go up.
And what is the percentage of the
SOLLOZZO nods toward HAGEN.
My compliments. I'll take care of
them from my share.
So. I receive 30 per cent just for
finance and legal protection. No
worries about operations, is that
what you tell me?
If you think two million dollars in
cash is just finance, I congratulate
you Don Corleone.
There is a long silence; in which each person present feels
the tension. The DON is about to give his answer.
I said I would see you because I've
heard you're a serious man, to be
treated with respect...
But I'll say no to you.
We feel this around the room.
I'll give you my reasons. I have
many, many friends in Politics.
But they wouldn't be so friendly if
my business was narcotics instead
of gambling. They think gambling
is something like liquor, a harmless
vice...and they think narcotics is
SOLLOZZO takes a breath.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Posted by David Ballela at 4:42 AM