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The
two
men
wore
black
overcoats
and
black
hats
pulled
low
to
prevent
identification
by
witnesses
.
They
had
not
expected
Don
Corleone
's
alert
reaction
.
He
dropped
the
bag
of
fruit
and
darted
toward
the
parked
car
with
startling
quickness
for
a
man
of
his
bulk
.
At
the
same
time
he
shouted
,
"
Fredo
,
Fredo
.
"
It
was
only
then
that
the
two
men
drew
their
guns
and
fired
.
The
first
bullet
caught
Don
Corleone
in
the
back
.
He
felt
the
hammer
shock
of
its
impact
but
made
his
body
move
toward
the
car
.
The
next
two
bullets
hit
him
in
the
buttocks
and
sent
him
sprawling
in
the
middle
of
the
street
.
Meanwhile
the
two
gunmen
,
careful
not
to
slip
on
the
rolling
fruit
,
started
to
follow
in
order
to
finish
him
off
.
At
that
moment
,
perhaps
no
more
than
five
seconds
after
the
Don
's
call
to
his
son
,
Frederico
Corleone
appeared
out
of
his
car
,
looming
over
it
.
The
gunmen
fired
two
more
hasty
shots
at
the
Don
lying
in
the
gutter
.
One
hit
him
in
the
fleshy
part
of
his
arm
and
the
second
hit
him
in
the
calf
of
his
right
leg
.
Though
these
wounds
were
the
least
serious
they
bled
profusely
,
forming
small
pools
of
blood
beside
his
body
.
But
by
this
time
Don
Corleone
had
lost
consciousness
.
Freddie
had
heard
his
father
shout
,
calling
him
by
his
childhood
name
,
and
then
he
had
heard
the
first
two
loud
reports
.
By
the
time
he
got
out
of
the
car
he
was
in
shock
,
he
had
not
even
drawn
his
gun
.
The
two
assassins
could
easily
have
shot
him
down
.
But
they
too
panicked
.
They
must
have
known
the
son
was
armed
,
and
besides
too
much
time
had
passed
.
They
disappeared
around
the
corner
,
leaving
Freddie
alone
in
the
street
with
his
father
's
bleeding
body
.
Many
of
the
people
thronging
the
avenue
had
flung
themselves
into
doorways
or
on
the
ground
,
others
had
huddled
together
in
small
groups
.
Freddie
still
had
not
drawn
his
weapon
.
He
seemed
stunned
.
He
stared
down
at
his
father
's
body
lying
face
down
on
the
tarred
street
,
lying
now
in
what
seemed
to
him
a
blackish
lake
of
blood
.
Freddie
went
into
physical
shock
.
People
eddied
out
again
and
someone
,
seeing
him
start
to
sag
,
led
him
to
the
curbstone
and
made
him
sit
down
on
it
.
A
crowd
gathered
around
Don
Corleone
's
body
,
a
circle
that
shattered
when
the
first
police
car
sirened
a
path
through
them
.
Directly
behind
the
police
was
the
Daily
News
radio
car
and
even
before
it
stopped
a
photographer
jumped
out
to
snap
pictures
of
the
bleeding
Don
Corleone
.
A
few
moments
later
an
ambulance
arrived
.
The
photographer
turned
his
attention
to
Freddie
Corleone
,
who
was
now
weeping
openly
,
and
this
was
a
curiously
comical
sight
,
because
of
his
tough
,
Cupid-featured
face
,
heavy
nose
and
thick
mouth
smeared
with
snot
.
Detectives
were
spreading
through
the
crowd
and
more
police
cars
were
coming
up
.
One
detective
knelt
beside
Freddie
,
questioning
him
,
but
Freddie
was
too
deep
in
shock
to
answer
.
The
detective
reached
inside
Freddie
's
coat
and
lifted
his
wallet
.
He
looked
at
the
identification
inside
and
whistled
to
his
partner
.
In
just
a
few
seconds
Freddie
had
been
cut
off
from
the
crowd
by
a
flock
of
plainclothesmen
.
The
first
detective
found
Freddie
's
gun
in
its
shoulder
holster
and
took
it
.
Then
they
lifted
Freddie
off
his
feet
and
shoved
him
into
an
unmarked
car
.
As
that
car
pulled
away
it
was
followed
by
the
Daily
News
radio
car
.
The
photographer
was
still
snapping
pictures
of
everybody
and
everything
.
***
In
the
half
hour
after
the
shooting
of
his
father
,
Sonny
Corleone
received
five
phone
calls
in
rapid
succession
.
The
first
was
from
Detective
John
Phillips
,
who
was
on
the
family
payroll
and
had
been
in
the
lead
car
of
plainclothesmen
at
the
scene
of
the
shooting
.
The
first
thing
he
said
to
Sonny
over
the
phone
was
,
"
Do
you
recognize
my
voice
?
"
"
Yeah
,
"
Sonny
said
.
He
was
fresh
from
a
nap
,
called
to
the
phone
by
his
wife
.
Phillips
said
quickly
without
preamble
,
"
Somebody
shot
your
father
outside
his
place
.
Fifteen
minutes
ago
.
He
's
alive
but
hurt
bad
.
They
've
taken
him
to
French
Hospital
.
They
got
your
brother
Freddie
down
at
the
Chelsea
precinct
.
You
better
get
him
a
doctor
when
they
turn
him
loose
.
I
'm
going
down
to
the
hospital
now
to
help
question
your
old
man
,
if
he
can
talk
.
I
'll
keep
you
posted
.
"
