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The
Daily
News
had
carried
a
middle-page
spread
of
Jerry
Wagner
and
Kevin
Moonan
lying
in
the
street
.
The
photos
were
expertly
gruesome
,
they
seemed
to
be
pulps
of
human
beings
.
Miraculously
,
said
the
News
,
they
were
both
still
alive
though
they
would
both
be
in
the
hospital
for
months
and
would
require
plastic
surgery
.
Hagen
made
a
note
to
tell
Clemenza
that
something
should
be
done
for
Paulie
Gatto
.
He
seemed
to
know
his
job
.
Hagen
worked
quickly
and
efficiently
for
the
next
three
hours
consolidating
earning
reports
from
the
Don
's
real
estate
company
,
his
olive
oil
importing
business
and
his
construction
firm
.
None
of
them
were
doing
well
but
with
the
war
over
they
should
all
become
rich
producers
.
He
had
almost
forgotten
the
Johnny
Fontane
problem
when
his
secretary
told
him
California
was
calling
.
He
felt
a
little
thrill
of
anticipation
as
he
picked
up
the
phone
and
said
,
"
Hagen
here
.
"
The
voice
that
came
over
the
phone
was
unrecognizable
with
hate
and
passion
.
"
You
fucking
bastard
,
"
Woltz
screamed
.
"
I
'll
have
you
all
in
jail
for
a
hundred
years
.
I
'll
spend
every
penny
I
have
to
get
you
.
I
'll
get
that
Johnny
Fontane
's
balls
cut
off
,
do
you
hear
me
,
you
guinea
fuck
?
"
Hagen
said
kindly
,
"
I
'm
German-Irish
.
"
There
was
a
long
pause
and
then
a
click
of
the
phone
being
hung
up
.
Hagen
smiled
.
Not
once
had
Woltz
uttered
a
threat
against
Don
Corleone
himself
.
Genius
had
its
rewards
.
***
Jack
Woltz
always
slept
alone
.
He
had
a
bed
big
enough
for
ten
people
and
a
bedroom
large
enough
for
a
movie
ballroom
scene
,
but
he
had
slept
alone
since
the
death
of
his
first
wife
ten
years
before
.
This
did
not
mean
he
no
longer
used
women
.
He
was
physically
a
vigorous
man
despite
his
age
,
but
he
could
be
aroused
now
only
by
very
young
girls
and
had
learned
that
a
few
hours
in
the
evening
were
all
the
youth
his
body
and
his
patience
could
tolerate
.
On
this
Thursday
morning
,
for
some
reason
,
he
awoke
early
.
The
light
of
dawn
made
his
huge
bedroom
as
misty
as
a
foggy
meadowland
.
Far
down
at
the
foot
of
his
bed
was
a
familiar
shape
and
Woltz
struggled
up
on
his
elbows
to
get
a
clearer
look
.
It
had
the
shape
of
a
horse
's
head
.
Still
groggy
,
Woltz
reached
and
flicked
on
the
night
table
lamp
.
The
shock
of
what
he
saw
made
him
physically
ill
.
It
seemed
as
if
a
great
sledgehammer
had
struck
him
on
the
chest
,
his
heartbeat
jumped
erratically
and
he
became
nauseous
.
His
vomit
spluttered
on
the
thick
bear
rug
.
Severed
from
its
body
,
the
black
silky
head
of
the
great
horse
Khartoum
was
stuck
fast
in
a
thick
cake
of
blood
.
White
,
reedy
tendons
showed
.
Froth
covered
the
muzzle
and
those
apple-sized
eyes
that
had
glinted
like
gold
,
were
mottled
the
color
of
rotting
fruit
with
dead
,
hemorrhaged
blood
.
Woltz
was
struck
by
a
purely
animal
terror
and
out
of
that
terror
he
screamed
for
his
servants
and
out
of
that
terror
he
called
Hagen
to
make
his
uncontrolled
threats
.
His
maniacal
raving
alarmed
the
butler
,
who
called
Woltz
's
personal
physician
and
his
second
in
command
at
the
studio
.
But
Woltz
regained
his
senses
before
they
arrived
.
