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1 Michael Corleone had lied to Hagen. He was already in New York, and he had

called from a room in the Hotel Pennsylvania less than ten blocks away. When he

hung up the phone, Kay Adams put out her cigarette and said, "Mike, what a good

fibber you are."

2 Michael sat down beside her on the bed. "All for you, honey; if I told my family

we were in town we'd have to go there right away. Then we couldn't go out to

dinner, we couldn't go to the theater, and we couldn't sleep together tonight. Not

In my father's house, not when we're not married." He put his arms around her

and kissed her gently on the lips. Her mouth was sweet and he gently pulled her

down on the bed. She closed her eyes, waiting for him to make love to her and

Michael felt an enormous happiness. He had spent the war years fighting in the

Pacific, and on those bloody islands he had dreamed of a girl like Kay Adams. Of

a beauty like hers. A fair and fragile body, milky-skinned and electrified by

passion. She opened her eyes and then pulled his head down to kiss him. They

made love until it was time for dinner and the theater.

3 After dinner they walked past the brightly lit department stores full of holiday

shoppers and Michael said to her, "What shall I get you for Christmas?"

4 She pressed against him. "Just you," she said. "Do you think your father will

approve of me?"

5 Michael said gently, "That's not really the question. Will your parents approve

of me?"

6 Kay shrugged. "I don't care," she said.

7 Michael said, "I even thought of changing my name, legally, but if something

happened, that wouldn't really help. You sure you want to be a Corleone?" He

said it only half-jokingly.

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8 "Yes," she said without smiling. They pressed against each other. They had

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decided to get married during Christmas week, a quiet civil ceremony at City Hall

with just two friends as witnesses. But Michael had insisted he must tell his

father. He had explained that his father would not object in any way as long as it

was not done in secrecy. Kay was doubtful. She said she could not tell her

parents until after the marriage. "Of course they'll think I'm pregnant," she said.

Michael grinned. "So will my parents," he said.

9 What neither of them mentioned was the fact that Michael would have to cut

his close ties with his family. They both understood that Michael had already

done so to some extent and yet they both felt guilty about this fact.

10 They planned to finish college, seeing each other weekends and living

together during summer vacations. It seemed like a happy life.

11 The play was a musical called Carousel and its sentimental story of a

braggart thief made them smile at each other with amusement. When they came

out of the theater it had turned cold. Kay snuggled up to him and said, "After

we're married, will you beat me and then steal a star for a present?"

12 Michael laughed. "I'm going to be a mathematics professor," he said. Then he

asked, "Do you want something to eat before we go to the hotel?"

13 Kay shook her head. She looked up at him meaningfully. As always he was

touched by her eagerness to make love. He smiled down at her, and they kissed

in the cold street. Michael felt hungry, and he decided to order sandwiches sent

up to the room.

14 In the hotel lobby Michael pushed Kay toward the newsstand and said, "Get

the papers while I get the key." He had to wait in a small line; the hotel was still

short of help despite the end of the war. Michael got his room key and looked

around impatiently for Kay. She was standing by the newsstand, staring down at

a newspaper she held in her hand. He walked toward her. She looked up at him.

Her eyes were filled with tears. "Oh, Mike," she said, "oh, Mike." He took the

paper from her hands. The first thing he saw was a photo of his father lying in the

street, his head in a pool of blood. A man was sitting on the curb weeping like a

child. It was his brother Freddie. Michael Corleone felt his body turning to ice.

There was no grief, no fear, just cold rage. He said to Kay, "Go up to the room."

But he had to take her by the arm and lead her into the elevator. They rode up

together in silence. In their room, Michael sat down on the bed and opened the

paper. The headlines said, VITO CORLEONE SHOT. ALLEGED RACKET CHIEF

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CRITICALLY WOUNDED. OPERATED ON UNDER HEAVY POLICE GUARD.

BLOODY MOB WAR FEARED.

15 Michael felt the weakness in his legs. He said to Kay, "He's not dead, the

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bastards didn't kill him." He read the story again. His father had heen shot at five

in the afternoon. That meant that while he had been making love to Kay, having

dinner, enjoying the theater, his father was near death. Michael felt sick with guilt.

16 Kay said "Shall we go down to the hospital now?" Michael shook his head.

"Let me call the house first. The people who did this are crazy and now that the

old man's still alive they'll be desperate. Who the hell knows what they'll pull

next."

17 Both phones in the Long Beach house were busy and it was almost twenty

minutes before Michael could get through. He heard Sonny's voice saying,

"Yeah."

18 "Sonny, it's me." Michael said.

19 He could hear the relief in Sonny's voice. "Jesus, kid, you had us worried.

Where the hell are you? I've sent people to that hick town of yours to see what

happened."

20 "How's the old man?" Michael said. "How bad is he hurt?"

21 "Pretty bad," Sonny said. "They shot him five times. But he's tough. Sonny's

voice was proud. "The doctors said he'll pull through. Listen, kid, I'm busy, I can't

talk, where are you?"

22 "In New York," Michael said. "Didn't Tom tell you I was coming down?"

23 Sonny's voice dropped a little. "They've snatched Tom. That's why I was

worried about you. His wife is here. She don't know and neither do the cops. I

don't want them to know. The bastards who pulled this must be crazy. I want you

to get out here right away and keep your mouth shut. OK?"

24 "OK," Mike said, "do you know who did it?"

25 "Sure," Sonny said. "And as soon as Luca Brasi checks in they're gonna be

dead meat. We still have all the horses."

26 "I'll be out in a hour," Mike said. "In a cab." He hung up. The papers had been

on the streets for over three hours. There must have been radio news reports. It

was almost impossible that Luca hadn't heard the news. Thoughtfully Michael

pondered the question. Where was Luca Brasi? It was the same question that

Hagen was asking himself at that moment. It was the same question that was

worrying Sonny Corleone out in Long Beach.

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1 At a quarter to five that afternoon, Don Corleone had finished checking the papers

the office manager of his olive oil company had prepared for him. He put on his jacket

and rapped his knuckles (слегка постучал костяшками пальцев) on his son Freddie's

head to make him take his nose out of the afternoon newspaper. "Tell Gatto to get the

car from the lot (с автостоянки: parking lot)," he said. "I'll be ready to go home in a few

minutes."

2 Freddie grunted (замычал, проворчал: «хрюкнул»). "I'll have to get it myself. Paulie

called in sick this morning. Got a cold again (простудился)."

3 Don Corleone looked thoughtful for a moment. "That's the third time this month. I

think maybe you'd better get a healthier fellow for this job. Tell Tom."

4 Fred protested. "Paulie's a good kid. If he says he's sick, he's sick. I don't mind

getting the car," He left the office. Don Corleone watched out the window as his son

crossed Ninth Avenue to the parking lot. He stopped to call Hagen's office but there was

no answer. He called the house at Long Beach but again there was no answer. Irritated,

he looked out the window. His car was parked at the curb in front of his building.

Freddie was leaning against the fender, arms folded, watching the throng of Christmas

shoppers. Don Corleone put on his jacket. The office manager helped him with his

overcoat. Don Corleone grunted his thanks and went out the door and started down the

two flights (два пролета) of steps.

5 Out in the street the early winter light was failing. Freddie leaned casually against the

fender of the heavy Buick. When he saw his father come out of the building Freddie

went out into the street to the driver's side of the car and got in. Don Corleone was

about to get in on the sidewalk side of the car when he hesitated (помедлил:

«засомневался») and then turned back to the long open fruit stand near the corner.

This had been his habit (привычка) lately, he loved the big but-of-season fruits, yellow

peaches and oranges, that glowed (светились, рдели, румянились) in their green

boxes. The proprietor sprang to serve him. Don Corleone did not handle the fruit (не

брал в руки, не перебирал). He pointed. The fruit man disputed his decisions only

once, to show him that one of his choices had a rotten underside (гнилой низ). Don

Corleone took the paper bag in his left hand and paid the man with a five-dollar bill. He

took his change and, as he turned to go back to the waiting car, two men stepped from

around the corner. Don Corleone knew immediately what was to happen.

6 The two men wore black overcoats and black hats pulled low to prevent identification

by witnesses (to prevent – предотвратить, не допустить [pri’vent]). They had not

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expected Don Corleone's alert reaction (alert – бдительный, проворный [∂'l∂:t]). He

dropped the bag of fruit and darted toward the parked car (бросился; dart – стрела,

дротик) with startling quickness for a man of his bulk. At the same time he shouted,

"Fredo, Fredo." It was only then that the two men drew their guns and fired.

7 The first bullet caught Don Corleone in the back. He felt the hammer shock of its

impact but made his body move toward the car. The next two bullets hit him in the

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buttocks and sent him sprawling in the middle of the street (to sprawl – растянуться,

развалиться). Meanwhile the two gunmen, careful not to slip on the rolling fruit (to slip

– поскользнуться), started to follow in order to finish him off. At that moment, perhaps

no more than five seconds after the Don's call to his son, Frederico Corleone appeared

out of his car, looming over it (to loom – виднеться, неясно вырисовываться, маячить;

принимать угрожающие размеры). The gunmen fired two more hasty shots at the Don

lying in the gutter (в /сточной/ канаве). One hit him in the fleshy part of his arm and the

second hit him in the calf of his right leg. Though these wounds were the least serious

they bled profusely (обильно; profuse [pr∂’fju:s] – изобилующий, расточительный),

forming small pools of blood beside his body. But by this time Don Corleone had lost

consciousness (потерял сознание; conscious ['kon∫∂s] – сознательный; ощущающий).

8 Freddie had heard his father shout, calling him by his childhood name, and then he

had heard the first two loud reports (report – звенящее эхо /выстрела/). By the time he

got out of the car he was in shock, he had not even drawn his gun. The two assassins

(assassin [∂'sжsın] – /наемный, нападающий из-за угла/ убийца) could easily have

shot him down. But they too panicked.

9 They must have known the son was armed, and besides too much time had passed.

They disappeared around the corner, leaving Freddie alone in the street with his father's

bleeding body. Many of the people thronging the avenue had flung themselves into

doorways or on the ground (бросились; to fling), others had huddled together in small

groups (толпились, жались друг к другу).

10 Freddie still had not drawn his weapon. He seemed stunned (to stun – оглушать

ударом). He stared down at his father's body lying face down on the tarred street (на

испачканной: «просмоленной» улице; tar – смола, гудрон), lying now in what

seemed to him a blackish lake of blood (черноватое озеро). Freddie went into physical

shock. People eddied out again (снова появились, вышли наружу; eddy – маленький

водоворот, воронка; to eddy – крутиться в водовороте) and someone, seeing him

start to sag (начал оседать), led him to the curbstone and made him sit down on it. A

crowd gathered around Don Corleone's body, a circle that shattered (рассыпался)

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when the first police car sirened a path through them. Directly behind the police was the

Daily News radio car and even before it stopped a photographer jumped out to snap

pictures (щелкнуть, нащелкать) of the bleeding Don Corleone. A few moments later an

ambulance arrived. The photographer turned his attention to Freddie Corleone, who

was now weeping openly, and this was a curiously comical sight, because of his tough,

Cupid-featured face, heavy nose and thick mouth smeared with snot (измаранные

соплями; to smear – размазывать; пачкать). Detectives were spreading through the

crowd and more police cars were coming up. One detective knelt beside Freddie,

questioning him, but Freddie was too deep in shock to answer. The detective reached

inside Freddie's coat and lifted his wallet. He looked at the identification inside and

whistled to his partner. In just a few seconds Freddie had been cut off from the crowd by

a flock of plainclothesmen (группкой: «стадом» сыщиков: «людей в штатском»). The

first detective found Freddie's gun in its shoulder holster (в кобуре) and took it. Then

they lifted Freddie off his feet and shoved him into an unmarked car. As that car pulled

away it was followed by the Daily News radio car. The photographer was still snapping

pictures of everybody and everything.

1 At a quarter to five that afternoon, Don Corleone had finished checking the

papers the office manager of his olive oil company had prepared for him. He put

on his jacket and rapped his knuckles on his son Freddie's head to make him take

his nose out of the afternoon newspaper. "Tell Gatto to get the car from the lot,"

he said. "I'll be ready to go home in a few minutes."

2 Freddie grunted. "I'll have to get it myself. Paulie called in sick this morning.

Got a cold again."

3 Don Corleone looked thoughtful for a moment. "That's the third time this

month. I think maybe you'd better get a healthier fellow for this job. Tell Tom."

4 Fred protested. "Paulie's a good kid. If he says he's sick, he's sick. I don't mind

getting the car," He left the office. Don Corleone watched out the window as his

son crossed Ninth Avenue to the parking lot. He stopped to call Hagen's office

but there was no answer. He called the house at Long Beach but again there was

no answer. Irritated, he looked out the window. His car was parked at the curb in

front of his building. Freddie was leaning against the fender, arms folded,

watching the throng of Christmas shoppers. Don Corleone put on his jacket. The

office manager helped him with his overcoat. Don Corleone grunted his thanks

and went out the door and started down the two flights of steps.

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