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Hagen
said
worriedly
,
"
Johnny
,
I
do
n't
know
a
damn
thing
about
all
this
movie
stuff
.
Remember
,
I
'm
just
a
messenger
boy
for
the
Don
.
But
we
have
discussed
this
whole
business
of
yours
many
times
.
He
worries
about
you
,
about
your
future
.
He
feels
you
still
need
his
help
and
he
wants
to
settle
your
problem
once
and
for
all
.
That
's
why
I
'm
here
now
,
to
get
things
rolling
.
But
you
have
to
start
growing
up
,
Johnny
.
You
have
to
stop
thinking
about
yourself
as
a
singer
or
an
actor
.
You
've
got
to
start
thinking
about
yourself
as
a
prime
mover
,
as
a
guy
with
muscle
.
"
Johnny
Fontane
laughed
and
filled
his
glass
.
"
If
I
do
n't
win
that
Oscar
I
'll
have
as
much
muscle
as
one
of
my
daughters
.
My
voice
is
gone
;
if
I
had
that
back
I
could
make
some
moves
.
Oh
,
hell
.
How
does
my
Godfather
know
I
wo
n't
win
it
?
OK
,
I
believe
he
knows
.
He
's
never
been
wrong
.
"
Hagen
lit
a
thin
cigar
.
"
We
got
the
word
that
Jack
Woltz
wo
n't
spend
studio
money
to
support
your
candidacy
.
In
fact
he
's
sent
the
word
out
to
everybody
who
votes
that
he
does
not
want
you
to
win
.
But
holding
back
the
money
for
ads
and
all
that
may
do
it
.
He
's
also
arranging
to
have
one
other
guy
get
as
much
of
the
opposition
votes
as
he
can
swing
.
He
's
using
all
sorts
of
bribes
--
jobs
,
money
,
broads
,
everything
.
And
he
's
trying
to
do
it
without
hurting
the
picture
or
hurting
it
as
little
as
possible
.
"
Johnny
Fontane
shrugged
.
He
filled
his
glass
with
whiskey
and
downed
it
.
"
Then
I
'm
dead
.
"
Hagen
was
watching
him
with
his
mouth
curled
up
with
distaste
.
"
Drinking
wo
n't
help
your
voice
,
"
he
said
.
"
Fuck
you
,
"
Johnny
said
.
Hagen
's
face
suddenly
became
smoothly
impassive
.
Then
he
said
,
"
OK
,
I
'll
keep
this
purely
business
.
"
Johnny
Fontane
put
his
drink
down
and
went
over
to
stand
in
front
of
Hagen
.
"
I
'm
sorry
I
said
that
,
Tom
,
"
he
said
.
"
Christ
,
I
'm
sorry
.
I
'm
taking
it
out
on
you
because
I
wanta
kill
that
bastard
Jack
Woltz
and
I
'm
afraid
to
tell
off
my
Godfather
.
So
I
get
sore
at
you
.
"
There
were
tears
in
his
eyes
.
He
threw
the
empty
whiskey
glass
against
the
wall
but
so
weakly
that
the
heavy
shot
glass
did
not
even
shatter
and
rolled
along
the
floor
back
to
him
so
that
he
looked
down
at
it
in
baffled
fury
.
Then
he
laughed
.
"
Jesus
Christ
,
"
he
said
.
