- •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.
Instruct him personally. I don't want to see Tessio at all. Just tell him I'll be ready to go
to the Barzini meeting with him in about a half hour. Clemenza's people will take care of
him after that."
Hagen said in a noncommittal voice, "There's no way to let Tessio off the hook?"
"No way," Michael said.
Upstate in the city of Buffalo, a small pizza parlor on a side street was doing a rush
trade. As the lunch hours passed, business finally slackened off and the counterman
took his round tin tray with its few leftover slices out of the window and put it on the shelf
on the huge brick oven. He peeked into the oven at a pie baking there. The cheese had
not yet started to bubble. When he turned back to the counter that enabled him to serve
people in the street, there was a young, tough-looking man standing there. The man
said, "Gimme a slice."
The pizza counterman took his wooden shovel and scooped one of the cold slices into
the oven to warm it up. The customer, instead of waiting outside, decided to come
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through the door and be served. The store was empty now. The counterman opened
the oven and took out the hot slice and served it on a paper plate. But the customer,
instead of giving the money for it, was staring at him intently.
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"I hear you got a great tattoo on your chest," the customer said. "I can see the top of it
over your shirt, how about letting me see the rest of it?"
The counterman froze. He seemed to be paralyzed.
"Open your shirt," the customer said.
The counterman shook his head. "I got no tattoo," he said in heavily accented English.
"That's the man who works at night."
The customer laughed. It was an unpleasant laugh, harsh, strained.
"Come on, unbutton your shirt, let me see."
The counterman started backing toward the rear of the store, aiming to edge around the
huge oven. But the customer raised his hand above the counter. There was a gun in it.
He fired. The bullet caught the counterman in the chest and hurled him against the oven.
The customer
fired into his body again and the counterman slumped to the floor. The customer came
around the serving shelf, reached down and ripped the buttons off the shirt. The chest
was covered with blood, but the tattoo was visible, the intertwined lovers and the knife
transfixing them. The counterman raised one of his arms feebly as if to protect himself.
The gunman said, "Fabrizzio, Michael Corleone sends you his regards." He extended
the gun so that it was only a few inches from the counterman's skull and pulled the
trigger. Then he walked out of the store. At the curb a car was waiting for him with its
door open. He jumped in and the car sped off.
Rocco Lampone answered the phone installed on one of the iron pillars of the gate.
He heard someone saying, "Your package is ready," and the click as the caller hung up.
Rocco got into his car and drove out of the mall. He crossed the Jones Beach
Causeway, the same causeway on which Sonny Corleone had been killed, and drove
out to the railroad station of Wantagh. He parked his car there. Another car was waiting
for him with two men in it. They drove to a motel ten minutes farther out on Sunrise
Highway and turned into its courtyard. Rocco Lampone, leaving his two men in the car,
went to one of the little chalet-type bungalows. One kick sent its door flying off its hinges
and Rocco sprang into the room.
Phillip Tattaglia, seventy years old and naked as a baby, stood over a bed on which
lay a young girl. Phillip Tattaglia's thick head of hair was jet black, but the plumage of
his crotch was steel gray. His body had the soft plumpness of a bird. Rocco pumped
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four bullets into him, all in the belly. Then he turned and ran back to the car. The two
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men dropped him off in the Wantagh station. He picked up his car and drove back to the
mall. He went in to see Michael Corleone for a moment and then came out and took up
his position at the gate.
Albert Neri, alone in his apartment, finished getting his uniform ready. Slowly he put it
on, trousers, shirt, tie and jacket, holster and gunbelt. He had turned in his gun when he
was suspended from the force, but, through some administrative oversight they had not
made him give up his shield. Clemenza had supplied him with a new .38 Police Special
that could not be traced. Neri broke it down, oiled it, checked the hammer, put it
together again, clicked the trigger. He loaded the cylinders and was set to go.
He put the policeman's cap in a heavy paper bag and then put a civilian overcoat on
to cover his uniform. He checked his watch. Fifteen minutes before the car would be
waiting for him downstairs. He spent the fifteen minutes checking himself in the mirror.
There was no question. He looked like a real cop.
The car was waiting with two of Rocco Lampone's men in front. Neri got into the back
seat. As the car started downtown, after they had left the neighborhood of his apartment,
he shrugged off the civilian overcoat and left it on the floor of the car. He ripped open
the paper bag and put the police officer's cap on his head.
At 55th Street and Fifth Avenue the car pulled over to the curb and Neri got out. He
started walking down the avenue. He had a queer feeling being back in uniform,
patrolling the streets as he had done so many times. There were crowds of people. He
walked downtown until he was in front of Rockefeller Center, across the way from St.
Patrick's Cathedral. On his side of Fifth Avenue he spotted the limousine he was looking
for. It was parked, nakedly alone between a whole string of red NO PARKING and NO
STANDING signs. Neri slowed his pace. He was too early. He stopped to write
something in his summons book and then kept walking. He was abreast of the
limousine. He tapped its fender with his nightstick. The driver looked up in surprise. Neri
pointed to the NO STANDING sign with his stick and motioned the driver to move his
car. The driver turned his head away.
Neri walked out into the street so that he was standing by the driver's open window.
The driver was a tough-looking hood, just the kind he loved to break up. Neri said with
deliberate insultingness, "OK, wise guy, you want me to stick a summons up your ass or
do you wanta get moving?"
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The driver said impassively, "You better check with your precinct. Just give me the
ticket if it'll make you feel happy."
"Get the hell out of here," Neri said, "or I'll drag you out of that car and break your
ass."
The driver made a ten-dollar bill appear by some sort of magic, folded it into a little
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square using just one hand, and tried to shove it inside Neri's blouse. Neri moved back
onto the sidewalk and crooked his finger at the driver. The driver came out of the car.
"Let me see your license and registration," Neri said. He had been hoping to get the
driver to go around the block but there was no hope for that now. Out of the corner of
his eye, Neri saw three short, heavyset men coming down the steps of the Plaza
building, coming down toward the street. It was Barzini himself and his two bodyguards,
on their way to meet Michael Corleone. Even as he saw this, one of the bodyguards
peeled off to come ahead and see what was wrong with Barzini's car.
This man asked the driver, "What's up?"
The driver said curtly, "I'm getting a ticket, no sweat. This guy must be new in the
precinct."
At that moment Barzini came up with his other bodyguard. He growled, "What the hell