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Woltz
stood
up
abruptly
.
"
I
've
listened
to
about
enough
.
Thugs
do
n't
give
me
orders
,
I
give
them
orders
.
If
I
pick
up
this
phone
,
you
'll
spend
the
night
in
jail
.
And
if
that
Mafia
goombah
tries
any
rough
stuff
,
he
'll
find
out
I
'm
not
a
band
leader
.
Yeah
,
I
heard
that
story
too
.
Listen
,
your
Mr.
Corleone
will
never
know
what
hit
him
.
Even
if
I
have
to
use
my
influence
at
the
White
House
.
"
The
stupid
,
stupid
son
of
a
bitch
.
How
the
hell
did
he
get
to
be
a
pezzonovante
,
Hagen
wondered
.
Advisor
to
the
President
,
head
of
the
biggest
movie
studio
in
the
world
.
Definitely
the
Don
should
get
into
the
movie
business
.
And
the
guy
was
taking
his
words
at
their
sentimental
face
value
.
He
was
not
getting
the
message
.
"
Thank
you
for
the
dinner
and
a
pleasant
evening
,
"
Hagen
said
.
"
Could
you
give
me
transportation
to
the
airport
?
I
do
n't
think
I
'll
spend
the
night
.
"
He
smiled
coldly
at
Woltz
.
"
Mr.
Corleone
is
a
man
who
insists
on
hearing
bad
news
at
once
.
"
While
waiting
in
the
floodlit
colonnade
of
the
mansion
for
his
car
,
Hagen
saw
two
women
about
to
enter
a
long
limousine
already
parked
in
the
driveway
.
They
were
the
beautiful
twelve-year-old
blond
girl
and
her
mother
he
had
seen
in
Woltz
's
office
that
morning
.
But
now
the
girl
's
exquisitely
cut
mouth
seemed
to
have
smeared
into
a
thick
,
pink
mass
.
Her
sea-blue
eyes
were
filmed
over
and
when
she
walked
down
the
steps
toward
the
open
car
her
long
legs
tottered
like
a
crippled
foal
's
.
Her
mother
supported
the
child
,
helping
her
into
the
car
,
hissing
commands
into
her
ear
.
The
mother
's
head
turned
for
a
quick
furtive
look
at
Hagen
and
he
saw
in
her
eyes
a
burning
,
hawklike
triumph
.
Then
she
too
disappeared
into
the
limousine
.
So
that
was
why
he
had
n't
got
the
plane
ride
from
Los
Angeles
,
Hagen
thought
.
The
girl
and
her
mother
had
made
the
trip
with
the
movie
producer
.
That
had
given
Woltz
enough
time
to
relax
before
dinner
and
do
the
job
on
the
little
kid
.
And
Johnny
wanted
to
live
in
this
world
?
Good
luck
to
him
,
and
good
luck
to
Woltz
.
***
Paulie
Gatto
hated
quickie
jobs
,
especially
when
they
involved
violence
.
He
liked
to
plan
things
ahead
.
And
something
like
tonight
,
even
though
it
was
punk
stuff
,
could
turn
into
serious
business
if
somebody
made
a
mistake
.
Now
,
sipping
his
beer
,
he
glanced
around
,
checking
how
the
two
young
punks
were
making
out
with
the
two
little
tramps
at
the
bar
.
Paulie
Gatto
knew
everything
there
was
to
know
about
those
two
punks
.
Their
names
were
Jerry
Wagner
and
Kevin
Moonan
.
They
were
both
about
twenty
years
old
,
goodlooking
,
brown-haired
,
tall
,
well-built
.
Both
were
due
to
go
back
to
college
out
of
town
in
two
weeks
,
both
had
fathers
with
political
influence
and
this
,
with
their
college
student
classification
,
had
so
far
kept
them
out
of
the
draft
.
They
were
both
also
under
suspended
sentences
for
assaulting
the
daughter
of
Amerigo
Bonasera
.
The
lousy
bastards
,
Paulie
Gatto
thought
.
Draft
dodging
,
violating
their
probation
by
drinking
in
a
bar
after
midnight
,
chasing
floozies
.
Young
punks
.
Paulie
Gatto
had
been
deferred
from
the
draft
himself
because
his
doctor
had
furnished
the
draft
board
with
documents
showing
that
this
patient
,
male
,
white
,
aged
twenty-six
,
unmarried
,
had
received
electrical
shock
treatments
for
a
mental
condition
.
All
false
,
of
course
,
but
Paulie
Gatto
felt
that
he
had
earned
his
draft
exemption
.
