- •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.
Is wrong now?"
Neri finished writing in his summons book and gave the driver back his registration
and license. Then he put his summons book back in his hip pocket and with the forward
motion of his hand drew the .38 Special.
He put three bullets in Barzini's barrel chest before the other three men unfroze
enough to dive for cover. By that time Neri had darted into the crowd and around the
corner where the car was waiting for him. The car sped up to Ninth Avenue and turned
downtown. Near Chelsea Park, Neri, who had discarded the cap and put on the
overcoat and changed clothing, transferred to another car that was waiting for him. He
had left the gun and the police uniform in the other car. It would be gotten rid of. An hour
later he was safely in the mall on Long Beach and talking to Michael Corleone.
Tessio was waiting in the kitchen of the old Don's house and was sipping at a cup of
coffee when Tom Hagen came for him. "Mike is ready for you now," Hagen said. "You
better make your call to Barzini and tell him to start on his way."
Tessio rose and went to the wall phone. He dialed Barzini's office in New York and
said curtly, "We're on our way to Brooklyn." He hung up and smiled at Hagen. "I hope
Mike can get us a good deal tonight."
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Hagen said gravely, "I'm sure he will." He escorted Tessio out of the kitchen and onto
the mall. They walked toward Michael's house. At the door they were stopped by one of
the bodyguards. "The boss says he'll come in a separate car. He says for you two to go
on ahead."
Tessio frowned and turned to Hagen. "Hell, he can't do that; that screws up all my
arrangements."
At that moment three more bodyguards materialized around them. Hagen said gently,
"I can't go with you either, Tessio."
The ferret-faced caporegime understood everything in a flash of a second. And
accepted it. There was a moment of physical weakness, and then he recovered. He
said to Hagen, "Tell Mike it was business, I always liked him."
Hagen nodded. "He understands that."
Tessio paused for a moment and then said softly, "Tom, can you get me off the hook?
For old times' sake?"
Hagen shook his head. "I can't," he said.
He watched Tessio being surrounded by bodyguards and led into a waiting car. He
felt a little sick. Tessio had been the best soldier in the Corleone Family; the old Don
had relied on him more than any other man with the exception of Luca Brasi. It was too
bad that so intelligent a man had made such a fatal error in judgment so late in life.
Carlo Rizzi, still waiting for his interview with Michael, became jittery with all the
arrivals and departures. Obviously something big was going on and it looked as if he
were going to be left out. Impatiently he called Michael on the phone. One of the house
bodyguards answered, went to get Michael, and came back with the message that
Michael wanted him to sit tight, that he would get to him soon.
Carlo called up his mistress again and told her he was sure he would be able to take
her to a late supper and spend the night. Michael had said he would call him soon,
whatever he had planned couldn't take more than an hour or two. Then it would take
him about forty minutes to drive to Westbury. It could be done. He promised her he
would do it and sweet-talked her into not being sore. When he hung up he decided to
get properly dressed so as to save time afterward. He had just slipped into a fresh shirt
when there was a knock on the door. He reasoned quickly that Mike had tried to get him
on the phone and had kept getting a busy signal so had simply sent a messenger to call
him. Carlo went to the door and opened it. He felt his whole body go weak with terrible
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sickening fear. Standing in the doorway was Michael Corleone, his face the face of that
death Carlo Rizzi saw often in his dreams.
Behind Michael Corleone were Hagen and Rocco Lampone. They looked grave, like
people who had come with the utmost reluctance to give a friend bad news. The three
of them entered the house and Carlo Rizzi led them into the living room. Recovered
from his first shock, he thought that he had suffered an attack of nerves. Michael's
words made him really sick, physically nauseous.
"You have to answer for Santino," Michael said.
Carlo didn't answer, pretended not to understand. Hagen and Lampone had split
away to opposite walls of the room. He and Michael faced each other.
"You fingered Sonny for the Barzini people," Michael said, his voice flat. "That little
farce you played out with my sister, did Barzini kid you that would fool a Corleone?"
Carlo Rizzi spoke out of his terrible fear, without dignity, without any kind of pride. "I
swear I'm innocent. I swear on the head of my children I'm innocent. Mike, don't do this
to me, please, Mike, don't do this to me."
Michael said quietly, "Barzini is dead. So is Phillip Tattaglia. I want to square all the
Family accounts tonight. So don't tell me you're innocent. It would be better for you to
admit what you did."
Hagen and Lampone stared at Michael with astonishment. They were thinking that
Michael was not yet the man his father was. Why try to get this traitor to admit guilt?
That guilt was already proven as much as such a thing could be proven. The answer
was obvious. Michael still was not that confident of his right, still feared being unjust, still
worried about that fraction of an uncertainty that only a confession by Carlo Rizzi could
erase.
There was still no answer. Michael said almost kindly, "Don't be so frightened. Do you
think I'd make my sister a widow? Do you think I'd make my nephews fatherless? After
all I'm Godfather to one of your kids. No, your punishment will be that you won't be
allowed any work with the Family. I'm putting you on a plane to Vegas to join your wife
and kids and then I want you to stay there. I'll send Connie an allowance. That's all. But
don't keep saying you're innocent, don't insult my intelligence and make me angry. Who
approached you, Tattaglia or Barzini?"
Carlo Rizzi in his anguished hope for life, in the sweet flooding relief that he was not
going to be killed, murmured, "Barzini."
"Good, good," Michael said softly. He beckoned with his right hand. "I want you to
leave now. There's a car waiting to take you to the airport."
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Carlo went out the door first, the other three men very close to him. It was night now,
but the mall as usual was bright with floodlights. A car pulled up. Carlo saw it was his
own car. He didn't recognize the driver. There was someone sitting in the back but on
the far side. Lampone opened the front door and motioned to Carlo to get in. Michael
said, "I'll call your wife and tell her you're on your way down." Carlo got into the car. His
silk shirt was soaked with sweat.
The car pulled away, moving swiftly toward the gate. Carlo started to turn his head to
see if he knew the man sitting behind him. At that moment, Clemenza, as cunningly and
daintily as a little girl slipping a ribbon over the head of a kitten, threw his garrot around
Carlo Rizzi's neck. The smooth rope cut into the skin with Clemenza's powerful yanking
throttle, Carlo Rizzi's body went leaping into the air like a fish on a line, but Clemenza
held him fast, tightening the garrot until the body went slack. Suddenly there was a foul
odor in the air of the car. Carlo's body, sphincter released by approaching death, had