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Sonny
handed
the
toll
taker
the
dollar
bill
and
waited
for
his
change
.
He
was
in
a
hurry
now
to
close
the
window
.
The
Atlantic
Ocean
air
had
chilled
the
whole
car
.
But
the
toll
taker
was
fumbling
with
his
change
;
the
dumb
son
of
a
bitch
actually
dropped
it
.
Head
and
body
disappeared
as
the
toll
man
stooped
down
in
his
booth
to
pick
up
the
money
.
At
that
moment
Sonny
noticed
that
the
other
car
had
not
kept
going
but
had
parked
a
few
feet
ahead
,
still
blocking
his
way
.
At
that
same
moment
his
lateral
vision
caught
sight
of
another
man
in
the
darkened
tollbooth
to
his
right
.
But
he
did
not
have
time
to
think
about
that
because
two
men
came
out
of
the
car
parked
in
front
and
walked
toward
him
.
The
toll
collector
still
had
not
appeared
.
And
then
in
the
fraction
of
a
second
before
anything
actually
happened
,
Santino
Corleone
knew
he
was
a
dead
man
.
And
in
that
moment
his
mind
was
lucid
,
drained
of
all
violence
,
as
if
the
hidden
fear
finally
real
and
present
had
purified
him
.
Even
so
,
his
huge
body
in
a
reflex
for
life
crashed
against
the
Buick
door
,
bursting
its
lock
.
The
man
in
the
darkened
tollbooth
opened
fire
and
the
shots
caught
Sonny
Corleone
in
the
head
and
neck
as
his
massive
frame
spilled
out
of
the
car
.
The
two
men
in
front
held
up
their
guns
now
,
the
man
in
the
darkened
tollbooth
cut
his
fire
,
and
Sonny
's
body
sprawled
on
the
asphalt
with
the
legs
still
partly
inside
.
The
two
men
each
fired
shots
into
Sonny
's
body
,
then
kicked
him
in
the
face
to
disfigure
his
features
even
more
,
to
show
a
mark
made
by
a
more
personal
human
power
.
Seconds
afterward
,
all
four
men
,
the
three
actual
assassins
and
the
bogus
toll
collector
,
were
in
their
car
and
speeding
toward
the
Meadowbrook
Parkway
on
the
other
side
of
Jones
Beach
.
Their
pursuit
was
blocked
by
Sonny
's
car
and
body
in
the
tollgate
slot
but
when
Sonny
's
bodyguards
pulled
up
a
few
minutes
later
and
saw
his
body
lying
there
,
they
had
no
intention
to
pursue
.
They
swung
their
car
around
in
a
huge
arc
and
returned
to
Long
Beach
.
At
the
first
public
phone
off
the
causeway
one
of
them
hopped
out
and
called
Tom
Hagen
.
He
was
very
curt
and
very
brisk
.
"
Sonny
's
dead
,
they
got
him
at
the
Jones
Beach
toll
.
"
Hagen
's
voice
was
perfectly
calm
.
"
OK
,
"
he
said
.
"
Go
to
Clemenza
's
house
and
tell
him
to
come
here
right
away
.
He
'll
tell
you
what
to
do
.
"
Hagen
had
taken
the
call
in
the
kitchen
,
with
Mama
Corleone
bustling
around
preparing
a
snack
for
the
arrival
of
her
daughter
.
He
had
kept
his
composure
and
the
old
woman
had
not
noticed
anything
amiss
.
Not
that
she
could
not
have
,
if
she
wanted
to
,
but
in
her
life
with
the
Don
she
had
learned
it
was
far
wiser
not
to
perceive
.
That
if
it
was
necessary
to
know
something
painful
,
it
would
be
told
to
her
soon
enough
.
And
if
it
was
a
pain
that
could
be
spared
her
,
she
could
do
without
.
She
was
quite
content
not
to
share
the
pain
of
her
men
,
after
all
did
they
share
the
pain
of
women
?
Impassively
she
boiled
her
coffee
and
set
the
table
with
food
.
In
her
experience
pain
and
fear
did
not
dull
physical
hunger
;
in
her
experience
the
taking
of
food
dulled
pain
.
She
would
have
been
outraged
if
a
doctor
had
tried
to
sedate
her
with
a
drug
,
but
coffee
and
a
crust
of
bread
were
another
matter
;
she
came
,
of
course
,
from
a
more
primitive
culture
.
And
so
she
let
Tom
Hagen
escape
to
his
corner
conference
room
and
once
in
that
room
,
Hagen
began
to
tremble
so
violently
he
had
to
sit
down
with
his
legs
squeezed
together
,
his
head
hunched
into
his
contracted
shoulders
,
hands
clasped
together
between
his
knees
as
if
he
were
praying
to
the
devil
.
He
was
,
he
knew
now
,
no
fit
Consigliere
for
a
Family
at
war
.
He
had
been
fooled
,
faked
out
,
by
the
Five
Families
and
their
seeming
timidity
.
They
had
remained
quiet
,
laying
their
terrible
ambush
.
They
had
planned
and
waited
,
holding
their
bloody
hands
no
matter
what
provocation
they
had
been
given
.
They
had
waited
to
land
one
terrible
blow
.
And
they
had
.
Old
Genco
Abbandando
would
never
have
fallen
for
it
,
he
would
have
smelled
a
rat
,
he
would
have
smoked
them
out
,
tripled
his
precautions
.
And
through
all
this
Hagen
felt
his
grief
.
Sonny
had
been
his
true
brother
,
his
savior
;
his
hero
when
they
had
been
boys
together
.
Sonny
had
never
been
mean
or
bullying
with
him
,
had
always
treated
him
with
affection
,
had
taken
him
in
his
arms
when
Sollozzo
had
turned
him
loose
.
Sonny
's
joy
at
that
reunion
had
been
real
.
That
he
had
grown
up
to
be
a
cruel
and
violent
and
bloody
man
was
,
for
Hagen
,
not
relevant
.
