Scarface meets The Godfather.

This is a hypothetical scene that takes place between the two crime lords, Tony Montana and Michael Corleone, in New York City.

Scene:

Michael Corleone’s office in New York City. The air is thick with tension as Tony Montana steps in. He’s wearing an expensive suit, but his demeanor is rough and impatient, quite the contrast to Michael’s calm, almost cold presence. Michael sits behind his desk, looking at Tony with an unreadable expression.

Tony Montana:

(grinning)

So, this is the great Michael Corleone, my Papa, eh? Huh, you're just like they say, cool, calm... and powerful. I gotta say, you look an awful lot like me. Maybe the two of us got more in common than I thought, eh?

Michael Corleone:

(coolly, leaning back)

Is that why you’re here, Tony? To find something in common?

Tony:

Look man, I ain’t gonna f*****g beat around the bush, okay? I’m your son. That’s right. Your f*****g  b*****d son. I ain’t here to cry about it, though. I’m here 'cause I see a good business opportunity, and I think you’re the man to talk to about it. I came here to make a hit for my business partner, but we hit a snag. I gotta straighten that out. But I’m here in New York, so I thought I’d pay you a visit.

Michael:

(raises an eyebrow slightly, but remains composed)

Interesting... and I know who you are, Tony, and that matters to me. I’ve known about both you and your Coke running business in Miami for quite some time now. 

Tony: 

No surprises there, with all your Miami connections that I know about. When was the last time I saw you, anyway? It was a few months, a year, before I got this scar, you know, when I was 13. I got into a fight with this army officer. He f*****g attacked me with a knife, so I took his pistol and shot him dead. Batista sent me off to a f*****g prison for 20 years, man. I grew up there. And where the f**k were both you, hmm? I know you and Vito  were both doing business with Batista for years, why the f**k didn’t you help me get out, huh? But then, growing up in the jail helped to make me the powerhouse I am today, you know? 

 Michael:

Tony, I fell in love with your mother, Georgina, when I was a young man. She was very beautiful, I was smitten with her instantly.  She was a maid at one of the hotels that my father owned in Havana. She became pregnant with you, and when my father found out, he wanted to keep it under wraps. A Corleone having an illegitimate son would have been a disgrace and embarrassment to my father. He tried to make me give up you and your mother, even paid her a monthly stipend to keep things quiet. I let on that I did, but you remember I saw you quite a few times, whenever I went down there. I taught you some English, took you to a few movies at the local theatres, showed you around the casinos?

Tony:

Yeah, I remember that, I used to look forward to visits from my papa. It was a f*****g big deal for me man. Then you just stopped right  out of the blue.

Michael;

Georgina made me, Tony. And I guess it was my fault. I was exposing you to the flashy Mob lifestyle in Havana , and she knew you were enthralled by it. You were always going on about the hotels, and casinos and the money. She was worried that I was going to suck you in to the Corleone family business, so she told me to stay away.

Tony:

That sounds just like Mama. She always wanted me to live and work the hard way. To live  like a f*****g peasant. Do you know that you also had a daughter with her too?

Michael:

(Turns around, shocked). What? A daughter? I never heard about that!

Tony: 

Yeah, Papa. Her name is Gina. She was born just after Castro took power! Mama and her are living in Miami now. Came on the Boatlift, you know, just like me. Only separately.

Michael: 

I was in Cuba in ‘59, trying to open up a huge casino with Hyman Roth. I wanted to try to get you back in my life again. So I contacted Georgina, we even spent the night like old times, but she still wanted you to keep away from getting involved in the Corleone family even more than ever. Castro took over, with the rebels, and I had to flee Cuba. Me and all the other business associates. I was permanently cut off from your mother after that. I think you should know that I named my first child with the woman I did marry, Kate, after you. His name is Anthony Corleone.

Tony:

Well, that’s a real f*****g honour. Look, that s**t is all past history now, Papa. I came here to make you partners with me. A deal that will make both you, and the Corleone family, richer than you ever f*****g dreamed of, you know?

Michael:

What kind of proposal  do you have in mind that would affect the Corleone business interests, Tony?

Tony:

(leans forward, eyes alight with excitement)

Cocaine, man. That’s the future. You think all these small-time rackets ,gambling, protection money, unions, prostitution, extortion, they're gonna keep bringing in the big bucks forever? No, man, you gotta think big. Cocaine, it’s a whole new market. I got connections in South America, namely Alejandro Sosa, a solid supply line. All we need is is to grow the distribution in the rest of the States. Now, I know that New York is your territory. I can make you even f*****g richer than you ever dreamed of.

Michael:

(pauses, staring at Tony carefully, choosing his words)

I don’t deal in drugs, Tony My father didn’t, and neither do I. It’s too messy. Too many risks. You make enemies everywhere, from the street dealers, to rival family members to the police, to the DEA, and worse, the politicians. We have stability in what we do. You’re talking about chaos. Sosa, and all the other South American drug cartel guys are real animals. I especially want to steer clear of the Colombians like Pablo Escobar. To say nothing of all the stiff penalties there are in drug trafficking, and the high likelihood that somebody will turn States’ evidence when they get caught. I have one cardinal rule in the Corleone family…if you deal, you die.

Tony:

(laughs harshly)

Man, you sound like an old man afraid of changing the world! Times are different, man. You’re too safe, too slow. I move fast. People respect that. You think these politicians don’t already got their hands dirty? They’re all in it, one way or another. But if you sit back, someone else is gonna take what’s yours. And you know what? I might just do that. Now, I know about the f*****g big war you fought with the other families over f*****g heroin back in the 40’s. Gotta say man, that was a real boss move you made, killing all those bosses on one day. That’s why I want you to come on board with me, Papa.

Michael:

(his eyes narrow, but his voice remains calm)

You talk a lot for someone who doesn’t understand the rules of this world. Respect is earned, not taken by force. I wish I had brought you in with both me and the rest of our family, we would have schooled you properly. I’ve built this family on a foundation that will last beyond my lifetime, something you can’t buy with a pile of cocaine money. The Corleone family doesn’t bend to men like you. And we are not going to earn any respect by selling that s**t on the streets of New York.

Tony:

(snarls, losing his patience)

Men like me? What the hell does that mean, uh? You think you’re better than me 'cause you wear a fancy suit and sit in a big chair? Lemme tell you somethin', man, I built everything I got with my bare hands. You think I had it easy? I came from nothing. Nothing! When I came to this country, I was working at a f*****g sandwich stand! And now I got everything. Don’t f*****g tell me I don’t understand power.

Michael:

(his voice drops to a dangerously low tone)

Power isn’t shouting at people until they do what you want. Power is being able to speak softly, and they choose to listen. You’ve come into my house and tried to dictate terms. I don’t respond well to that. No Corleone ever has. You’re too hot headed, like your dead uncle, Sonny.

Tony:

(gritting his teeth)

You think you’re f*****g untouchable, huh? You don’t know who you’re dealing with. I’ll take New York, and it’s drug trade, with or without you. 

Michael:

(his expression turns ice cold, his voice calm but lethal)

You’ve come here, claiming to be my son, and yet you show no understanding of who I am, or what this family stands for. I suggest you take your ambitions elsewhere, back to Miami, before you make a mistake you can’t ever come back from.

Tony:

(smirking with a mix of anger and bravado)

I’m not afraid of you, old man. Or anybody else in this f*****g city. I came here to do you a favor that would benefit us both. You’ll regret this.

Michael:

(leaning forward, his eyes locking with Tony’s)

Tony, I don’t think you’ll live long enough to regret anything. I wish you had come to me first in New York when you arrived, before you got involved with those cocaine cowboys in Miami. Now, I wash my hands of you. 

Tony hesitates for a moment, sensing the threat in Michael’s tone. He stands up, looking furious but uncertain, and storms out of the room. Michael remains still, his expression unchanged, as though he’s already planning the next move.)

Reviews

[Steve Beairsto]

Thanks! All I did was envision how the two would interact together in an actual scene, lol.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

this was good. i loved how the two humours of the characters are conveyed. you capture not only the characters but the tone of each film. The Godfather is slow, every movement is calculated. Scarface was anarchic and voluptuous. seeing them meet in a room that can not contain the both of them was delightful. the simmerng tension towards the end left me wanting more.