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Don
Corleone
curtly
broke
in
.
"
How
is
your
family
?
"
Johnny
sighed
.
"
I
took
care
of
them
.
After
the
divorce
I
gave
Ginny
and
the
kids
more
than
the
courts
said
I
should
.
I
go
see
them
once
a
week
.
I
miss
them
.
Sometimes
I
think
I
'm
going
crazy
.
"
He
took
another
drink
.
"
Now
my
second
wife
laughs
at
me
.
She
ca
n't
understand
my
being
jealous
.
She
calls
me
an
old-fashioned
guinea
,
she
makes
fun
of
my
singing
.
Before
I
left
I
gave
her
a
nice
beating
but
not
in
the
face
because
she
was
making
a
picture
.
I
gave
her
cramps
,
I
punched
her
on
the
arms
and
legs
like
a
kid
and
she
kept
laughing
at
me
.
"
He
lit
a
cigarette
.
"
So
,
Godfather
,
right
now
,
life
does
n't
seem
worth
living
.
"
Don
Corleone
said
simply
.
"
These
are
troubles
I
ca
n't
help
you
with
.
"
He
paused
,
then
asked
,
"
What
's
the
matter
with
your
voice
?
"
All
the
assured
charm
,
the
self-mockery
,
disappeared
from
Johnny
Fontane
's
face
.
He
said
almost
brokenly
,
"
Godfather
,
I
ca
n't
sing
anymore
,
something
happened
to
my
throat
,
the
doctors
do
n't
know
what
.
"
Hagen
and
the
Don
looked
at
him
with
surprise
,
Johnny
had
always
been
so
tough
.
Fontane
went
on
.
"
My
two
pictures
made
a
lot
of
money
.
I
was
a
big
star
.
Now
they
throw
me
out
.
The
head
of
the
studio
always
hated
my
guts
and
now
he
's
paying
me
off
.
"
Don
Corleone
stood
before
his
godson
and
asked
grimly
,
"
Why
does
n't
this
man
like
you
?
"
"
I
used
to
sing
those
songs
for
the
liberal
organizations
,
you
know
,
all
that
stuff
you
never
liked
me
to
do
.
Well
,
Jack
Woltz
did
n't
like
it
either
.
He
called
me
a
Communist
,
but
he
could
n't
make
it
stick
.
Then
I
snatched
a
girl
he
had
saved
for
himself
.
It
was
strictly
a
one-night
stand
and
she
came
after
me
.
What
the
hell
could
I
do
?
Then
my
whore
second
wife
throws
me
out
.
And
Ginny
and
the
kids
wo
n't
take
me
back
unless
I
come
crawling
on
my
hands
and
knees
,
and
I
ca
n't
sing
anymore
.
Godfather
,
what
the
hell
can
I
do
?
"
Don
Corleone
's
face
had
become
cold
without
a
hint
of
sympathy
.
He
said
contemptuously
,
"
You
can
start
by
acting
like
a
man
.
"
Suddenly
anger
contorted
his
face
.
He
shouted
.
"
LIKE
A
MAN
!
"
He
reached
over
the
desk
and
grabbed
Johnny
Fontane
by
the
hair
of
his
head
in
a
gesture
that
was
savagely
affectionate
.
"
By
Christ
in
heaven
,
is
it
possible
that
you
spent
so
much
time
in
my
presence
and
turned
out
no
better
than
this
?
A
Hollywood
finocchio
who
weeps
and
begs
for
pity
?
Who
cries
out
like
a
woman
--
'
What
shall
I
do
?
Oh
,
what
shall
I
do
?
"
The
mimicry
of
the
Don
was
so
extraordinary
,
so
unexpected
,
that
Hagen
and
Johnny
were
startled
into
laughter
.
Don
Corleone
was
pleased
.
For
a
moment
he
reflected
on
how
much
he
loved
this
godson
.
How
would
his
own
three
sons
have
reacted
to
such
a
tongue-lashing
?
Santino
would
have
sulked
and
behaved
badly
for
weeks
afterward
.
Fredo
would
have
been
cowed
.
Michael
would
have
given
him
a
cold
smile
and
gone
out
of
the
house
,
not
to
be
seen
for
months
.
But
Johnny
,
ah
,
what
a
fine
chap
he
was
,
smiling
now
,
gathering
strength
,
knowing
already
the
true
purpose
of
his
Godfather
.
