- •Voice as an aging, balding man running to fat feels about showing pictures of himself as
- •Very deliberate, and yet tender. There was nothing sly or lecherously lascivious
- •Intelligent. She hadn't fallen all over herself to screw for him or try to hustle (толкать,
- •I don't have the money. No bank would finance me. It takes millions to support a movie."
- •Impossible to avoid in his business and the temptations to which he was continually
- •In the sack (гамак; койка) anyway. You could tell (можно различить, распознать) a girl
- •Voice had gone to hell, his family life had gone to hell. And there had come the day
- •I'll be too hoarse to even talk. Do you think we'll have to fix up much of the stuff we did
- •In fact that was the excuse for the party itself. People would say, "Let's go over to see
- •Voracious [V∂’reı∫∂s] – прожорливый; жадный, ненасытный; plummet – свинцовый
- •Voice imaginable, "This looks like a pretty good movie."
- •I can say Deanna Dunn had me."
- •In the California moonlight. "Fuck you," he said gently, and they both laughed together
- •In had finished his new novel and came west on Johnny's invitation, to talk it over
- •In Sicily at the turn of the century the Mafia was the second government, far more
- •Vito was hidden by relatives and shipped to America. There he was boarded with the
- •Irish and American and abused the workmen in the foulest language, which Vito always
- •Vito was astonished but was careful not to show his astonishment. "Why do we have
- •It was from this experience came his oft-repeated belief that every man has but one
- •Vito Corleone told his wife to take the two children, Sonny and Fredo, down into the
- •Intelligence and courage.
- •Into barrel and handle, two separate pieces. He used a separate air shaft for each. They
- •Vito Corleone asked her gently, "Why do you ask me to help you?"
- •Inquiries about Vito Corleone. He did not wait until the next morning. He knocked on the
- •Imported Italian oil in America, his organization mushroomed (быстро росла;
- •It started casually enough. By this time the Genco Pura Oil Company had a fleet of six
- •Illicit gambling houses that ran poker games, the policy or numbers racket of Harlem.
- •Independent operation.
- •Vito Corleone was a man with vision. All the great cities of America were being torn by
- •It was typical of the young Santino, before he became older and crueler, that he
- •Identification card. "I'm Detective John Phillips from the New York Police Department,"
- •Is looking for him, everybody is looking for him. So far, no luck, so we thought you might
- •I'm just telling her she can get into serious trouble unless she cooperates with us. But
- •In anything so sordid (грязный, низкий, подлый)."
- •If my wife had been as presumptuous (самонадеянный, дерзкий, нахальный
- •In the streets, on playgrounds, etc., in which a rubber ball and a broomstick or the like
- •Virgin Mary with their red-glassed candles flickering on the sideboard, Bonasera lit a
- •Into fresh linen, white gleaming shirt, the black tie, a freshly pressed dark suit, dull black
- •Voice made it a question.
- •In the rear of the building, cut off from the funeral parlor and reception rooms by a
- •Vengeance. He cursed the day his wife and the wife of Don Corleone had become
- •In addition to this Sonny was under the enormous strain of being a marked man. He
- •I'll kill you, you bastard." She rushed at him, kicking and scratching.
- •In them and finally Connie was truly afraid.
- •It was nearly ten o'clock at night when the kitchen phone in Don Corleone's house
- •In front held up their guns now, the man in the darkened tollbooth cut his fire, and
- •It was almost five minutes before Carlo's voice came over the phone, a voice half
- •Inquiries to track down the murderers of my son without my express command. There
- •It looked like nothing could stop the dam from being built and supplies and equipment
- •Institution. Nothing was more calming, more conducive to pure reason, than the
- •Incidence of physical violence of any of the cities controlled by the Families; there had
- •In his empire. The Boston area had too many murders, too many petty wars for power,
- •In a curious way his almost victorious war against the Corleone Family had not won
- •Influence but many of the people who respect my counsel might lose this respect if
- •Into the sea or his ship sink beneath the waves of the ocean, if he should catch a mortal
- •In short, I wish now to live in a fortress. Let me say to you now that I will never go into
- •Important left out. Hagen knew what it was but he knew it was not his place to ask. He
- •Initiated that made the day's happenings no more than a tactical retreat. And there was
- •It was Hagen who brought this case to the attention of the Don at the request of one
- •It loverlike but really to feel her pulse. It was galloping. He'd get her tonight and he'd
- •In the next instant she let out a yell as he brought down the heavy medical volume on
- •It. She found herself quite interested.
- •Innocent?"
- •Inoperable? Then there was other stuff.
- •Valenti, "I think it might be a long wait for you, you'd better leave."
- •Very spoiled guy. Do you think because you're Johnny Fontane you can't get cancer? Or
- •Vendettas or had also emigrated, either to America, Brazil or to some other province on
- •In every emergency. He was their social worker, their district captain ready with a
- •Its eighteen thousand people strung out (to string out – растягивать вереницей) in
- •Interpreters to the military government. This good fortune enabled the Mafia to
- •Intelligence and the polarity of the fair and dark. This was an overwhelming desire for
- •Very big eves, very dark eyes. Do you know a girl like that in the village?"
- •Impressed him even more, made it clear that Michael was the superior of the two men
- •Villa outside Corleone. The wedding feast went on until midnight but bride and groom
- •Into the furnace."
- •It was unheard of for one of the peasant women in Sicily to attempt driving a car. But
- •In her New Hampshire hometown. The first six months after Michael vanished she made
- •Italians liked that supposedly, though Michael had always said he loved her being so
- •Into the bedroom." Kay took a long pull from her drink and smiled at him. "Yes," she said.
- •I won't talk."
- •Its amusement. "But how can you say that?" she said. "Really."
- •Individual. Governments really don't do much for their people, that's what it comes down
- •Valenti's gestures.
- •It was almost fifteen minutes before Jules Segal came into the suite. Johnny noted
- •It was this that made Johnny sore enough to bring Nino his water glass of whiskey.
- •I'd tell them. My voice used to have expression in those days. And they'd smile at me
- •I slice off the other tit. A year after that, I scoop out her insides like you scoop the seeds
- •In tonight with Tom Hagen. Tom said they'll be seeing you, Lucy. You know what it's all
- •Virginia asked. "Everything is going so beautifully for you. I never dreamed you had it in
- •In Nino's suite they found Johnny Fontane sitting on the couch eating breakfast. Jules
- •Inclinations. Had done it because she had asked him to, and that she was the only
- •In hand. And with you gone from here the Barzini and the Tattaglia will be too strong for
- •In the library the three men had relaxed as only people can who have lived years
- •It brought back his childhood in Sicily sixty years ago, brought it back without the terror,
- •Including, of course, the Don's widow. Connie was so overcome with emotion that she
- •Virtue, as well as her dark prettiness.
- •I'll crucify you." He motioned with his flashlight and the youth walked quickly away. Neri
- •In check but had given his nephew warning. "Tommy, you make my sister cry over you
- •It was Pete Clemenza, with his fine nose for good personnel, who brought the Neri
- •I'm getting old, I want to retire, And he comes to me and he says he wants to interfere in
- •Instruct him personally. I don't want to see Tessio at all. Just tell him I'll be ready to go
- •Is wrong now?"
- •Voided itself. Clemenza kept the garrot tight for another few minutes to make sure, then
- •It, but people never forgive themselves and so they would always be dangerous.
In check but had given his nephew warning. "Tommy, you make my sister cry over you
and I'll straighten you out myself." It was intended as a friendly pally-uncle warning, not
really as a threat. But even though Tommy was the toughest kid in that tough Brooklyn
neighborhood, he was afraid of his Uncle Al.
On this particular visit Tommy had come in very late Saturday night and was still
sleeping in his room. His mother went to wake him, telling him to get dressed so that he
could eat Sunday dinner with his uncle and aunt. The boy's voice came harshly through
the partly opened door, "I don't give a shit, let me sleep," and his mother came back out
into the kitchen smiling apologetically.
So they had to eat their dinner without him. Neri asked his sister if Tommy was giving
her any real trouble and she shook her head.
Neri and his wife were about to leave when Tommy finally got up. He barely grumbled
a hello and went into the kitchen. Finally he yelled in to his mother, "Hey, Ma, how about
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cooking me something to eat?" But it was not a request. It was the spoiled complaint of
an indulged child.
His mother said shrilly, "Get up when it's dinnertime and then you can eat. I'm not
going to cook again for you."
It was the sort of little ugly scene that was fairly commonplace, but Tommy still a little
irritable from his slumber made a mistake. "Ah, fuck you and your nagging, I'll go out
and eat." As soon as he said it he regretted it.
His Uncle Al was on him like a cat on a mouse. Not so much for the insult to his sister
this particular day but because it was obvious that he often talked to his mother in such
a fashion when they were alone. Tommy never dared say such a thing in front of her
brother. This particular Sunday he had just been careless. To his misfortune.
Before the frightened eyes of the two women, Al Neri gave his nephew a merciless,
careful, physical beating. At first the youth made an attempt at self-defense but soon
gave that up and begged for mercy. Neri slapped his face until the lips were swollen and
bloody. He rocked the kid's head back and slammed him against the wall. He punched
him in the stomach, then got him prone on the floor and slapped his face into the carpet.
He told the two women to wait and made Tommy go down the street and get into his car.
There he put the fear of God into him. "If my sister ever tells me you talk like that to her
again, this beating will seem like kisses from a broad," he told Tommy. "I want to see
you straighten out. Now go up the house and tell my wife I'm waiting for her."
It was two months after this that Al Neri got back from a late shift on the force and
found his wife had left him. She had packed all her clothes and gone back to her family.
Her father told him that Rita was afraid of him, that she was afraid to live with him
because of his temper. Al was stunned with disbelief. He had never struck his wife,
never threatened her in any way, had never felt anything but affection for her. But he
was so bewildered by her action that he decided to let a few days go by before he went
over to her family's house to talk to her.
It was unfortunate that the next night he ran into trouble on his shift. His car answered
a call in Harlem, a report of a deadly assault. As usual Neri jumped out of the patrol car
while it was still rolling to a stop. It was after midnight and he was carrying his huge
flashlight. It was easy spotting the trouble. There was a crowd gathered outside a
tenement doorway. One Negro woman said to Neri, "There's a man in there cutting a
little girl."
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Neri went into the hallway. There was an open door at the far end with light streaming
out and he could hear moaning. Still handling the flashlight, he went down the hall and
through the open doorway.
He almost fell over two bodies stretched out on the floor. One was a Negro woman of
about twenty-five. The other was a Negro girl of no more than twelve. Both were bloody
from razor cuts on their faces and bodies. In the living room Neri saw the man who was
responsible. He knew him well.
The man was Wax Baines, a notorious pimp, dope pusher and strong-arm artist. His
eyes were popping from drugs now, the bloody knife he held in his hand wavered. Neri
had arrested him two weeks before for severely assaulting one of his whores in the
street. Baines had told him, "Hey, man, this none of your business." And Neri's partner
had also said something about letting the niggers cut each other up if they wanted to,
but Neri had hauled Baines into the station house. Baines was bailed out the very next
day.
Neri had never much liked Negroes, and working in Harlem had made him like them
even less. They all were on drugs or booze while they let their women work or peddle
ass. He didn't have any use for any of the bastards. So Baines' brazen breaking of the
law infuriated him. And the sight of the little girl all cut up with the razor sickened him.
Quite coolly, in his own mind, he decided not to bring Baines in.
But witnesses were already crowding into the apartment behind him, some people
who lived in the building and his partner from the patrol car.
Neri ordered Baines, "Drop your knife, you're under arrest."
Baines laughed. "Man, you gotta use your gun to arrest me." He held his knife up. "Or
maybe you want this."
Neri moved very quickly, so his partner would not have time to draw a gun. The Negro
stabbed with his knife, but Neri's extraordinary reflexes enabled him to catch the thrust
with his left palm. With his right hand he swung the flashlight in a short vicious arc. The
blow caught Baines on the side of the head and made his knees buckle comically like a
drunk's. The knife dropped from his hand. He was quite helpless. So Neri's second blow
was inexcusable, as the police departmental hearing and his criminal trial later proved
with the help of the testimony of witnesses and his fellow policeman. Neri brought the
flashlight down on the top of Baines' skull in an incredibly powerful blow which shattered
the glass of the flashlight; the enamel shield and the bulb itself popping out and flying
across the room. The heavy aluminum barrel of the flashlight tube bent and only the
batteries inside prevented it from doubling on itself. One awed onlooker, a Negro man
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who lived in the tenement and later testified against Neri, said, "Man, that's a hard-
headed nigger."
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But Baines' head was not quite hard enough. The blow caved in his skull. He died two
hours later in the Harlem Hospital.
Albert Neri was the only one surprised when he was brought up on departmental
charges for using excessive force. He was suspended and criminal charges were
brought against him. He was indicted for manslaughter, convicted and sentenced to
from one to ten years in prison. By this time he was so filled with a baffled rage and
hatred of all society that he didn't give a damn. That they dared to judge him a criminal!
That they dared to send him to prison for killing an animal like that pimp-nigger! That
they didn't give a damn for the woman and little girl who had been carved up, disfigured
for life, and still in the hospital.
He did not fear prison. He felt that because of his having been a policeman and
especially because of the nature of the offense, he would be well taken care of. Several
of his buddy officers had already assured him they would speak to friends. Only his
wife's father, a shrewd old-style Italian who owned a fish market in the Bronx, realized
that a man like Albert Neri had little chance of surviving a year in prison. One of his
fellow inmates might kill him; if not, he was almost certain to kill one of them. Out of guilt
that his daughter had deserted a fine husband for some womanly foolishness, Neri's
father-in-law used his contacts with the Corleone Family (he paid protection money to
one of its representatives and supplied the Corleone itself with the finest fish available,
as a gift), he petitioned for their intercession.
The Corleone Family knew about Albert Neri. He was something of a legend as a
legitimately tough cop; he had made a certain reputation as a man not to be held lightly,
as a man who could inspire fear out of his own person regardless of the uniform and the
sanctioned gun he wore. The Corleone Family was always interested in such men. The
fact that he was a policeman did not mean too much. Many young men started down a
false path to their true destiny. Time and fortune usually set them aright.