And by the way, the manipulation begins right here (if not prior to Frankie even entering his own house):
FRANKIE: Don Corleone, I wish you had let me know you were coming; I could've prepared something for you.
MICHAEL: I didn't want you to know I was coming.
Exactly, Apple! And as soon as he said it, he started shouting. Why wouldn't he have let Frankie know he was coming--except to soften him up by scaring him and then letting him off the hook?
Ntra la porta tua lu sangu � sparsu, E nun me mporta si ce muoru accisu... E s'iddu muoru e vaju mparadisu Si nun ce truovo a ttia, mancu ce trasu.
