I'm getting old, I want to retire, And he comes to me and he says he wants to interfere in

your little affair. I tell him to just learn about the olive oil. But he won't leave me alone.

He says, here is this fine fellow, a Sicilian and they are doing this dirty trick to him. He

kept on, he gave me no peace until I interested myself it it. I tell you this to tell you that

he was right. Now that I've met you, I'm glad we took the trouble. So if we can do

anything further for you, just ask the favor. Understand? We're at your service."

(Remembering the Don's kindness, Neri wished the great man was still alive to see the

service that would be done this day.)

It took Neri less than three days to make up his mind. He understood he was being

courted but understood more. That the Corleone Family approved that act of his which

society condemned and had punished him for, The Corleone Family valued him, society

did not. He understood that he would be happier in the world the Corleones had created

than in the world outside. And he understood that the Corleone Family was the more

powerful, within its narrower limits.

He visited Michael again and put his cards on the table. He did not want to work in

Vegas but he would take a job with the Family in New York. He made his loyalty clear.

Michael was touched, Neri could see that. It was arranged. But Michael insisted that

Neri take a vacation first, down in Miami at the Family hotel there, all expenses paid and

a month's salary in advance so he could have the necessary cash to enjoy himself

properly.

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That vacation was Neri's first taste of luxury. People at the hotel took special care of

him, saying, "Ah, you're a friend of Michael Corleone." The word had been passed along.

He was given one of the plush suites, not the grudging small room a poor relation might

be fobbed off with. The man running the nightclub in the hotel fixed him up with some

beautiful girls. When Neri got back to New York he had a slightly different view on life in

general.

He was put in the Clemenza regime and tested carefully by that masterful personnel

man. Certain precautions had to be taken. He had, after all, once been a policeman. But

Neri's natural ferocity overcame whatever scruples he might have had at being on the

other side of the fence. In less than a year he had "made his bones." He could never

turn back.

Clemenza sang his praises. Neri was a wonder, the new Luca Brasi. He would be

better than Luca, Clemenza bragged. After all, Neri was his discovery. Physically the

man was a marvel. His reflexes and coordination such that he could have been another

Joe DiMaggio. Clemenza also knew that Neri was not a man to be controlled by some

one like himself. Neri was made directly responsible to Michael Corleone, with Tom

Hagen as the necessary buffer. He was a "special" and as such commanded a high

salary but did not have his own living, a bookmaking or strong-arm operation. It was

obvious that his respect for Michael Corleone was enormous and one day Hagen said

jokingly to Michael, "Well now you've got your Luca."

Michael nodded. He had brought it off. Albert Neri was his man to the death. And of

course it was a trick learned from the Don himself. While learning the business,

undergoing the long days of tutelage by his father, Michael had one time asked, "How

come you used a guy like Luca Brasi? An animal like that?"

The Don had proceeded to instruct him. "There are men in this world," he said, "who

go about demanding to be killed. You must have noticed them. They quarrel in gambling

games, they jump out of their automobiles in a rage if someone so much as scratches

their fender, they humiliate and bully people whose capabilities they do not know. I have

seen a man, a fool, deliberately infuriate a group of dangerous men, and he himself

without any resources. These are people who wander through the world shouting, 'Kill

me. Kill me.' And there is always somebody ready to oblige them. We read about it in

the newspapers every day. Such people of course do a great deal of harm to others

also.

"Luca Brasi was such a man. But he was such an extraordinary man that for a long

time nobody could kill him. Most of these people are of no concern to ourselves but a

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that he truly desires not to kill him. He has only that one fear, not of death, but that you

may be the one to kill him. He is yours then."

It was one of the most valuable lessons given by the Don before he died, and Michael

had used it to make Neri his Luca Brasi.

And now, finally, Albert Neri, alone in his Bronx apartment, was going to put on his

police uniform again. He brushed it carefully. Polishing the holster would be next. And

his policeman's cap too, the visor had to be cleaned, the stout black shoes shined. Neri

worked with a will. He had found his place in the world, Michael Corelone had placed

his absolute trust in him, and today he would not fail that trust.

Chapter 31

On that same day two limousines parked on the Long Beach mall. One of the big cars

waited to take Connie Corleone, her mother, her husband and her two children to the

airport. The Carlo Rizzi family was to take a vacation in Las Vegas in preparation for

their permanent move to that city. Michael had given Carlo the order, over Connie's

protests. Michael had not bothered to explain that he wanted everyone out of the mall

before the Corleone-Barzini Families' meeting. Indeed the meeting itself was top secret.

The only ones who knew about it were the capos of the Family.

The other limousine was for Kay and her children, who were being driven up to New

Hampshire for a visit with her parents. Michael would have to stay in the mall; he had

affairs too pressing to leave.

The night before Michael had also sent word to Carlo Rizzi that he would require his

presence on the mall for a few days, that he could join his wife and children later that

week. Connie had been furious. She had tried to get Michael on the phone, but he had

gone into the city. Now her eyes were searching the mall for him, but he was closeted

with Tom Hagen and not to be disturbed. Connie kissed Carlo good-bye when he put

her in the limousine.

"If you don't come out there in two days, I'll come back to get you," she threatened

him.

He gave her a polite husbandly smile of sexual complicity. "I'll be there," he said.

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She hung out the window. "What do you think Michael wants you for?" she asked. Her

worried frown made her look old and unattractive.

Carlo shrugged. "He's been promising me a big deal. Maybe that's what he wants to

talk about. That's what he hinted anyway." Carlo did not know of the meeting scheduled

with the Barzini Family for that night.

Connie said eagerly, "Really, Carlo?"

Carlo nodded at her reassuringly. The limousine moved off through the gates of the

mall.

It was only after the first limousine had left that Michael appeared to say good-bye to

Kay and his own two children. Carlo also came over and wished Kay a good trip and a

good vacation. Finally the second limousine pulled away and went through the gate.

Michael said, "I'm sorry I had to keep you here, Carlo. It won't be more than a couple

of days."

Carlo said quickly, "I don't mind at all."

"Good," Michael said. "Just stay by your phone and I'll call you when I'm ready for you.

I have to get some other dope before. OK?"

"Sure, Mike, sure," Carlo said. He went into his own house, made a phone call to the

mistress he was discreetly keeping in Westbury, promising he would try to get to her

late that night. Then he got set with a bottle of rye and waited. He waited a long time.

Cars started coming through the gate shortly after noontime. He saw Clemenza get out

of one, and then a little later Tessio came out of another. Both of them were admitted to

Michael's house by one of the bodyguards. Clemenza left after a few hours, but Tessio

did not reappear.

Carlo took a breath of fresh air around the mall, not more than ten minutes. He was

familiar with all the guards who pulled duty on the mall, was even friendly with some of

them. He thought he might gossip a bit to pass the time. But to his surprise none of the

guards today were men he knew. They were all strangers to him. Even more surprising,

the man in charge at the gate was Rocco Lampone, and Carlo knew that Rocco was of

too high a rank in the Family to be pulling such menial duty unless something

extraordinary was afoot.

Rocco gave him a friendly smile and hello. Carlo was wary. Rocco said, "Hey, I

thought you were going on vacation with the Don?"

Carlo shrugged. "Mike wanted me to stick around for a couple of days. He has

something for me to do."

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"Yeah," Rocco Lampone said. "Me too. Then he tells me to keep a check on the gate.

Well, what the hell, he's the boss." His tones implied that Michael was not the man his

father was; a bit derogatory.

Carlo ignored the tone. "Mike knows what he's doing," he said. Rocco accepted the

rebuke in silence. Carlo said so long and walked back to the house. Something was up,

but Rocco didn't know what it was.

Michael stood in the window of his living room and watched Carlo strolling around the

mall. Hagen brought him a drink, strong brandy. Michael sipped at it gratefully. Behind

him, Hagen said, gently, "Mike, you have to start moving. It's time."

Michael sighed. "I wish it weren't so soon. I wish the old man had lasted a little

longer."

"Nothing will go wrong," Hagen said. "If I didn't tumble, then nobody did. You set it up

real good."

Michael turned away from the window. "The old man planned a lot of it. I never

realized how smart he was. But I guess you know."

"Nobody like him," Hagen said. "But this is beautiful. This is the best. So you can't be

too bad either."

"Let's see what happens," Michael said. "Are Tessio and Clemenza on the mall?"

Hagen nodded. Michael finished the brandy in his glass. "Send Clemenza in to me. I'll