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Both
caporegimes
shook
their
heads
.
Tessio
smiled
to
take
the
sting
out
of
his
words
and
said
,
"
That
's
like
bringing
a
guy
up
from
the
minors
to
pitch
the
World
Series
.
"
Sonny
broke
in
curtly
,
"
It
has
to
be
Mike
.
For
a
million
different
reasons
.
Most
important
they
got
him
down
as
faggy
.
And
he
can
do
the
job
,
I
guarantee
that
,
and
that
's
important
because
this
is
the
only
shot
we
'll
get
at
that
sneaky
bastard
Turk
.
So
now
we
have
to
figure
out
the
best
way
to
back
him
up
.
Tom
,
Clemenza
,
Tessio
,
find
out
where
Sollozzo
will
take
him
for
the
conference
,
I
do
n't
care
how
much
it
costs
.
When
we
find
that
out
we
can
figure
out
how
we
can
get
a
weapon
into
his
hands
.
Clemenza
,
I
want
you
to
get
him
a
really
'
safe
'
gun
out
of
your
collection
,
the
'
coldest
'
one
you
got
.
Impossible
to
trace
.
Try
to
make
it
short
barrel
with
a
lot
of
blasting
power
.
It
does
n't
have
to
be
accurate
.
He
'll
be
right
on
top
of
them
when
he
uses
it
.
Mike
,
as
soon
as
you
've
used
the
gun
,
drop
it
on
the
floor
.
Do
n't
be
caught
with
it
on
you
.
Clemenza
,
tape
the
barrel
and
the
trigger
with
that
special
stuff
you
got
so
he
wo
n't
leave
prints
.
Remember
,
Mike
,
we
can
square
everything
,
witnesses
,
and
so
forth
,
but
if
they
catch
you
with
the
gun
on
you
we
ca
n't
square
that
We
'll
have
transportation
and
protection
and
then
we
'll
make
you
disappear
for
a
nice
long
vacation
until
the
heat
wears
off
.
You
'll
be
gone
a
long
time
,
Mike
,
but
I
do
n't
want
you
saying
good-bye
to
your
girl
friend
or
even
calling
her
.
After
it
's
all
over
and
you
're
out
of
the
country
I
'll
send
her
word
that
you
're
OK
.
Those
are
orders
.
"
Sonny
smiled
at
his
brother
.
"
Now
stick
with
Clemenza
and
get
used
to
handling
the
gun
he
picks
out
for
you
.
Maybe
even
practice
a
little
.
We
'll
take
care
of
everything
else
.
Everything
.
OK
,
kid
?
"
Again
Michael
Corleone
felt
that
delicious
refreshing
chilliness
all
over
his
body
.
He
said
to
his
brother
,
"
You
did
n't
have
to
give
me
that
crap
about
not
talking
to
my
girl
friend
about
something
like
this
.
What
the
hell
did
you
think
I
was
going
to
do
,
call
her
up
to
say
good-bye
?
"
Sonny
said
hastily
,
"
OK
,
but
you
're
still
a
rookie
so
I
spell
things
out
.
Forget
it
.
"
Michael
said
with
a
grin
,
"
What
the
hell
do
you
mean
,
a
rookie
?
I
listened
to
the
old
man
just
as
hard
as
you
did
.
How
do
you
think
I
got
so
smart
?
"
They
both
laughed
.
Hagen
poured
drinks
for
everyone
.
He
looked
a
little
glum
.
The
statesman
forced
to
go
to
war
,
the
lawyer
forced
to
go
to
law
.
"
Well
,
anyway
,
now
we
know
what
we
're
going
to
do
,
"
he
said
.
Captain
Mark
McCluskey
sat
in
his
office
fingering
three
envelopes
bulging
with
betting
slips
.
He
was
frowning
and
wishing
he
could
decode
the
notations
on
the
slips
.
It
was
very
important
that
he
do
so
.
The
envelopes
were
the
betting
slips
that
his
raiding
parties
had
picked
up
when
they
had
hit
one
of
the
Corleone
Family
bookmakers
the
night
before
.
Now
the
bookmaker
would
have
to
buy
back
the
slips
so
that
players
could
n't
claim
winners
and
wipe
him
out
.
It
was
very
important
for
Captain
McCluskey
to
decode
the
slips
because
he
did
n't
want
to
get
cheated
when
he
sold
the
slips
back
to
the
bookmaker
.
If
there
was
fifty
grand
worth
of
action
,
then
maybe
he
could
sell
it
back
for
five
grand
.
But
if
there
were
a
lot
of
heavy
bets
and
the
slips
represented
a
hundred
grand
or
maybe
even
two
hundred
grand
,
then
the
price
should
be
considerably
higher
.
McCluskey
fiddled
with
the
envelopes
and
then
decided
to
let
the
bookie
sweat
a
little
bit
and
make
the
first
offer
.
That
might
tip
off
what
the
real
price
should
be
.
McCluskey
looked
at
the
station
house
clock
on
the
wall
of
his
office
.
It
was
time
for
him
to
pick
up
that
greasy
Turk
,
Sollozzo
,
and
take
him
to
wherever
he
was
going
to
meet
the
Corleone
Family
.
McCluskey
went
over
to
his
wall
locker
and
started
to
change
into
his
civilian
clothes
.
When
he
was
finished
he
called
his
wife
and
told
her
he
would
not
be
home
for
supper
that
night
,
that
he
would
be
out
on
the
job
.
He
never
confided
in
his
wife
on
anything
.
She
thought
they
lived
the
way
they
did
on
his
policeman
's
salary
.
McCluskey
grunted
with
amusement
.
