the millions of Neapolitans and other Italians in this country.
"For this reason I forgo my vengeance for my dead son, for the common good. I
swear now that as long as I am responsible for the actions of my Family there will not be
one finger lifted against any man here without just cause and utmost provocation. I am
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willing to sacrifice my commercial interests for the common good. This is my word, this
is my honor, there are those of you here who know I have never betrayed either.
"But I have a selfish interest. My youngest son had to flee, accused of Sollozzo's
murder and that of a police captain. I must now make arrangements so that he can
come home with safety, cleared of all those false charges. That is my affair and I will
make those arrangements. I must find the real culprits (culprit – Обвиняемый,
преступник, виновный ['kΛlprıt]) perhaps, or perhaps I must convince the authorities of
his innocence, perhaps the witnesses and informants will recant (отрекаться,
отказываться от своего мнения [rı'kжnt]) their lies. But again I say that this is my affair
and I believe I will be able to bring my son home.
"But let me say this. I am a superstitious man, a ridiculous failing but I must confess it
here. And so if some unlucky accident should befall my youngest son, if some police
officer should accidentally shoot him, if he should hang himself in his cell, if new
witnesses appear to testify to his guilt, my superstition will make me feel that it was the
result of the ill will still borne me by some people here. Let me go further. If my son is
struck by a bolt of lightning I will blame some of the people here. If his plane should fall
into the sea or his ship sink beneath the waves of the ocean, if he should catch a mortal
fever, if his automobile should be struck by a train, such is my superstition that I would
blame the ill will felt by people here. Gentlemen, that ill will, that bad luck, I could never
forgive. But aside from that let me swear by the souls of my grandchildren that I will
never break the peace we have made. After all, are we or are we not better men than
those pezzonovanti who have killed countless millions of men in our lifetimes?"
With this Don Corleone stepped from his place and went down the table to where Don
Phillip Tattaglia was sitting. Tattaglia rose to greet him and the two men embraced,
kissing each other's cheeks. The other Dons in the room applauded and rose to shake
hands with everybody in sight and to congratulate Don Corleone and Don Tattaglia on
their new friendship. It was not perhaps the warmest friendship in the world, they would
not send each other Christmas gift greetings, but they would not murder each other.
That was friendship enough in this world, all that was needed.
Since his son Freddie was under the protection of the Molinari Family in the West,
Don Corleone lingered with the San Francisco Don after the meeting to thank him.
Molinari said enough for Don Corleone to gather that Freddie had found his niche out
there, was happy and had become something of a ladies' man. He had a genius for
running a hotel, it seemed. Don Corleone shook his head in wonder, as many fathers do
when told of undreamed-of talents in their children. Wasn't it true that sometimes the
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greatest misfortunes brought unforeseen rewards? They both agreed that this was so.
Meanwhile Corleone made it clear to the San Francisco Don that he was in his debt for
the great service done in protecting Freddie. He let it be known that his influence would
be exerted so that the important racing wires (проволока, обозначающая финиш на
скачках /под которую забегают кони на финише/) would always be available to his
people no matter what changes occurred in the power structure in the years to come, an
important guarantee since the struggle over this facility was a constant open wound
complicated by the fact that the Chicago people had their heavy hand in it. But Don
Corleone was not without influence even in that land of barbarians and so his promise
was a gift of gold.
It was evening before Don Corleone, Tom Hagen and the bodyguard-chauffeur, who
happened to be Rocco Lampone, arrived at the mall in Long Beach. When they went
into the house the Don said to Hagen, "Our driver, that man Lampone, keep an eye on
him. He's a fellow worth something better I think." Hagen wondered at this remark.
Lampone had not said a word all day, had not even glanced at the two men in the back
seat. He had opened the door for the Don, the car had been in front of the bank when
they emerged, he had done everything correctly but no more than any well-trained
chauffeur might do. Evidently the Don's eye had seen something he had not seen.
The Don dismissed Hagen and told him to come back to the house after supper. But
to take his time and rest a little since they would put in a long night of discussion. He
also told Hagen to have Clemenza and Tessio present. They should come at ten P.M.,
not before. Hagen was to brief Clemenza and Tessio on what had happened at the
meeting that afternoon.
At ten the Don was waiting for the three men in his office, the corner room of the
house with its law library and special phone. There was a tray with whiskey bottles, ice
and soda water. The Don gave his instructions.
"We made the peace this afternoon." he said. "I gave my word and my honor and that
should be enough for all of you. But our friends are not so trustworthy so let's all be on
our guard still. We don't want any more nasty little surprises." Then Don turned to
Hagen. "You've let the Bocchicchio hostages go?"
Hagen nodded. "I called Clemenza as soon as I got home."
Corleone turned to the massive Clemenza. The caporegime nodded. "I released them.
Tell me, Godfather, is it possible for a Sicilian to be as dumb as the Bocchicchios
pretend to be?"
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Don Corleone smiled a little. "They are clever enough to make a good living. Why is it
so necessary to be more clever than that? It's not the Bocchicchios who cause the
troubles of this world. But it's true, they haven't got the Sicilian head."
They were all in a relaxed mood, now that the war was over. Don Corleone himself
mixed drinks and brought one to each man. The Don sipped his carefully and lit up a
cigar.
"I want nothing set forth to discover what happened to Sonny, that's done with and to
be forgotten. I want all cooperation with the other Families even if they become a little
greedy and we don't get our proper share in things. I want nothing to break this peace
no matter what the provocation until we've found a way to bring Michael home. And I
want that to be first thing on your minds. Remember this, when he comes back he must
come back in absolute safety. I don't mean from the Tattaglias or the Barzinis. What I'm
concerned about are the police. Sure, we can get rid of the real evidence against him;
that waiter won't testify, nor that spectator or gunman or whatever he was. The real
evidence is the least of our worries since we know about it. What we have to worry
about is the police framing false evidence because their informers have assured them
that Michael Corleone is the man who killed their captain. Very well. We have to
demand that the Five Families do everything in their power to correct this belief of the
police. All their informers who work with the police must come up with new stories. I
think after my speech this afternoon they will understand it is to their interest to do so.
But that's not enough. We have to come up with something special so Michael won't
ever have to worry about that again. Otherwise there's no point in him coming back to
this country. So let's all think about that. That's the most important matter.
"Now, any man should be allowed one foolishness in his life. I have had mine. I want
all the land around the mall bought, the houses bought. I don't want any man able to
look out his window into my garden even if it's a mile away. I want a fence around the
mall and I want the mall to be on full protection all the time. I want a gate in that fence.
In short, I wish now to live in a fortress. Let me say to you now that I will never go into
the city to work again. I will be semiretired. I feel an urge to work in the garden, to make
a little wine when the grapes are in season. I want to live in my house. The only time I'll
leave is to go on a little vacation or to see someone on important business and then I
want all precautions taken. Now don't take this amiss. I'm not preparing anything. I'm
being prudent, I've always been a prudent man, there is nothing I find so little to my
taste as carelessness in life. Women and children can afford to be careless, men cannot.
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Be leisurely in all these things, no frantic (неистовый, безумный) preparations to alarm
our friends. It can be done in such a way as to seem natural.
"Now I'm going to leave things more and more up to each of you three. I want the
Santino regime disbanded and the men placed in your regimes. That should reassure
our friends and show that I mean peace. Tom, I want you to put together a group of men
who will go to Las Vegas and give me a full report on what is going on out there. Tell me
about Fredo, what is really happening out there, I hear I wouldn't recognize my own son.