While his back is turned, three shots blast into the driver's skull from the back seat. Take the cannolis. The white pastry box is lifted from its place next to the corpse bloodily jammed against the steering wheel, and burly, obese Clemenza primly carries the pastries away. In another scene, the don's inner circle awaits news of his critical condition after an assassination attempt. Clemenza is cheerfully making tomato sauce.
Instructions follow on oil, garlic, tomato paste.
Cooking and killing are as intimately related as in the Stone Age, with past guests easily ending up on the menu. Moments later, Michael Corleone, their dinner companion, shoots them both in the face. The astonished captain, laden fork raised over his bib, chokes and gurgles as if still chewing, then slams head first on the table, bringing everything down with a huge crash. Coppola then inserts a montage of headlines with real police photos of blood-drenched gangland executions, ending with a shot of a big bowl of leftover spaghetti being spooned into a garbage can. Sic transit gloria mundi.