These new "DVD" things hold a lot of information. They allow filmmakers the freedom to release overhauled versions of their masterworks, complete with footage that was originally cut. One of the most exciting new projects is Francis Ford Coppola's expanded version of Apocalypse Now.

Disgruntled insiders have leaked us a copy of his next project: an uncut version of The Godfather.

Some would argue: Why mess with perfection? If you're Francis Ford Coppola, it's probably because you've gone crazy in your dotage. Here's the restored version of the famous "expensive horse head in the bed" scene that's such a hit among Godfather fans.

CUT TO: Pan of exterior of Woltz' estate. The music is a variation of the Title Theme. We then see the interior of Woltz' bedroom. WOLTZ awakens in a pool of blood, and finds Khartoum's severed head in his bed; and SCREAMS ah - ah - ah - ah - ah!

WOLTZ: Aaaaah! Aaaah! [getting hoarse] Aaaah! Pedro! Pedro! Come here, immediately. Come here, Pedro.

PEDRO THE HOUSEBOY: Oh my God. A horse head covered in its own blood. I think this is one for you to handle, señor.

WOLTZ: What do you mean this is "one for me to handle?"

PEDRO: I mean, I get paid two dollars and 29 cents an hour. Would you clean up a severed horsehead for two dollars and 29 cents an hour?

WOLTZ: I am not ASKING you to clean up the horsehead. I... am... TELLING you to.

PEDRO: Yeah, gracias señor. I'm union, so I'm just going to disregard that.

[There is an awkward silence]

WOLTZ: So, I guess I can't technically fire you.

PEDRO: No. Hey, that somehow reminds me. I should also mention that your son is going to find his own little Easter surprise.

CUT TO: A giant silk-sheeted bunkbed. A little mop-headed boy is in the top bunk, tossing and turning in his silk Superman pajamas. It soon becomes clear that the sheets are stained with something dark. The boy is disturbed in his slumber, and awakes with a horrified start. He peels back the sheets.

There, under the sheets, is a chocolate bunny head.

KID: Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaaaaah!

CUT TO: LUCA BRASI holding his chocolate-stained hands out to a wrinkled group of retirees sunning themselves on a California beach.

BRASI: Anybody want to lick my fingers? They're delicious.