When Things Get THIS BAD, The Innocent Must Suffer and Die

"When the Sicilians 

wish you "Cent'anni"... 

it means "for long life."

....and a Sicilian 

never forgets."

"Your Sins are indeed Terrible,

and it is Just that You Suffer --

Your Life can still be redeemed,

but I Know that You Don't Believe That --

You Will NOT Change."

"This Pope has Powerful Enemies. 

We may not be in time 

to Save Him.

(then)

Now let's go back 

to The Opera."

The final scene cut from 

The Death of Michael Corleone 

is the physical death of Michael Corleone.

The Godfather Part III ends as Michael is sitting alone outside a villa in Sicily. 

All Family debts have been settled, 

but he has no Family left. 

He is wearing dark glasses, 

slumps in his chair, 

loses his grip on the orange in his lap, 

and falls dead to The Ground.

Mario Puzo’s The Godfather, 

Coda: The Death of Michael Corleone ends, 

not only with him Still Alive, 

but wishing him Cent’anni 

The phrase actually translates to 

“100 years.”

 Imagine how many Godfather sequels could be made in that time. 

Michael is left alive, alone. 

Atonement is beyond him.

(The loving parents are at the incubator of their dying child. Tucker's left arm is in a sling.)

PHLOX: 

I wish I could Do More.

ARCHER: 

I know.

PHLOX: 

When you invited me 

to join This Crew, 

I thought it would be 

an interesting diversion 

for a few months. 

Some time away from 

The Complications of Family, 

which on Denobula can be 

extremely complicated. 

I didn't expect to gain another family. 

(close to tears) 

It hurts as if she were my own child. 

Make Something Good 

come from this, Captain.

[Starfleet Command]

(Everyone is back around the table, and the Enterprise senior staff are standing at the end.)

SAMUELS: 

Fellow delegates, this last week 

we've seen what humans can be 

at their worst. 

But we cannot, we must not 

use that as an excuse 

to End The Dream that began here. 

For then, The Demons of Our Past 

will have won. 

Instead, I want to look to The Future and begin by honouring the people responsible for our being here tonight. 

They represent all of us at our best.

ARCHER: 

Up until about a hundred years ago, there was one question 

that burned in every human, 

that made us study the stars and dream of traveling to them, 

"Are we alone?" 

Our generation is privileged to know the answer to that question. 

We are all explorers, 

driven to know what's over the horizon, 

what's beyond our own shores. 

And yet, the more I've experienced, the more I've learned that no matter how far we travel, or how fast we get there, 

the most profound discoveries are not necessarily beyond that next star.

They're within us, woven into 

the threads that bind us, 

all of us, to each other. 

The final frontier begins in this hall.

Let's explore it together.

(Soval rises to his feet and begins the applause.)

[Corridor]

GANNET: 

I hear the conference is back on track.

TRAVIS: 

It's a first step. The Captain says 

it's going to take years 

to work out the details.

GANNET: 

But it'll happen, and you're 

part of the reason why.

TRAVIS: 

Just doing My Job.

GANNET: 

So was I.

TRAVIS: 

I know.

GANNET: 

If Vulcans and Andorians can get along, 

you'd think we could?

TRAVIS: 

A lot of details to work out.

(This angle shows us they are at the Transporter alcove.)

GANNET: 

Isn't that the fast way home?

TRAVIS: 

The least I can do is give you a ride.

(He takes her hand.)

TRAVIS: 

The Launch Bay's this way.

[T'Pol's quarters]

T'POL: Come in.

TUCKER: 

(trying not to cry) 

The delegates at the conference, 

they've asked about the service for, 

for Elizabeth. They want to attend.

T'POL: 

She was Important.

TUCKER: 

There's something else. I spoke with Phlox. 

It turns out there was a flaw in the technique that Paxton's doctors used in the cloning process. 

Human DNA and Vulcan DNA, 

Phlox says there's no medical reason 

why they can't combine. 

So if a Vulcan and a Human 

ever decided to have A Child, 

it'd probably be okay. 

And that's sort of comforting.

(T'Pol takes his hand)