Godfather: Why did you go to Human Resources? Why didn't you come to me first? Gino the rat: What do you want of me? Tell me anything, but do what I beg you to do. Godfather: What is that? (Gino the rat whispers his request in the Don's ear.) That I cannot do. Gino the rat: I will give you anything you ask. Godfather: We've known of each other many years, but this is the first time you ever came to me for counsel or for help. I can't remember the last time that you invited me to your site for a cup of coffee, even though my local management has treated you as a member of the family. But let's be frank here. You never wanted my friendship. And uh, you were afraid to be in my debt. Gino the rat: I didn't want to get into trouble. Godfather: I understand. You found paradise in our enterprise, you had a good trade, you made a good living. The ranking system protected you and there was the open door policy. And you didn't need a friend like me. But uh, now you come to me and you say - 'Don Corleholdt, give me justice.' But you don't ask with respect. You don't offer friendship. You don't even think to call me Godfather. Instead, you come into my house on the day my daughter is to be married, and you, uh, ask me to reverse a family decision regarding your dismisal with an offer of money. Gino the rat: I ask you for justice. Godfather: That is not justice. Your are a man who is alive. Resign yourself to your fate and do not be afraid. Work through your suffering. Gino the rat: Let the managers suffer then, as I suffer. How much shall I pay you? Godfather (after standing and turning his back): Gino the rat, Gino the rat. What have I ever done to make you treat me so disrespectfully? If you'd come to me in friendship, then this scum that ruined your career would be suffering this very day. And if by chance an honest man like yourself should make enemies, then they would become my enemies. And then they would fear you. Gino the rat: Be my friend - - Godfather. (The Don shrugs. Gino the rat bows toward the Don and kisses the Don's hand.) Godfather: Good. (The Don puts his hand on Gino the rat's shoulder.) Someday, and that day may never come, I'll call upon you to do a service for me. But uh, until that day - accept this justice as a gift on my daughter's wedding day. Gino the rat: Grazie, Godfather. Godfather: Prego. |
Any resemblance to a "real" company or individual is nothing more than mysterious irony on the unfolding path, captured in a moment of time - ciao :)  |