Michael C: Kay, what do you want from me? Do you expect me to let you go, to let you take my children from me? Don’t you know me? Don’t you know that that’s an impossibility? That I’d use all my power to keep that from happening? Don’t you know that? Kay… In time, you’ll feel differently. You’ll be glad I stopped you now. I know that. I know you blame me for losing the baby. Yes. I know what that meant to you. I’ll make it up to you, Kay. I swear I’ll make it up to you. I’II… I’m going to change. I’ll change. I’ve learned that I have the strength to change. Then you’ll forget about this miscarriage and we’ll have another child. And we’ll go on, you and I. We’ll go on.

Kay A: -Oh, Michael! Michael, you are blind. It wasn’t a miscarriage. It was an abortion. An abortion, Michael! Just like our marriage is an abortion. Something that’s unholy and evil! I didn’t want your son, Michael! I wouldn’t bring another one of your sons into this world! It was an abortion, Michael. It was our son… and I had it killed because this must all end! I know now that it’s over. I knew it then. There would be no way, Michael, no way you could ever forgive me. Not with this Sicilian thing that’s been going on for 2,000 years!