being built on the Strip right now. When you come in, the market may be glutted, you
may be too late with all that competition already there."
Tom Hagen spoke up. "The Corleone Family has friends who are financing three of
those hotels." Johnny understood immediately that he meant the Corleone Family
owned the three hotels, with their casinos. And that there would be plenty of points to
give out.
"I'll start working on it," Johnny said.
Michael turned to Lucy and Jules Segal. "I owe you," he said to Jules. "I hear you
want to go back to cutting people up and that hospitals won't let you use their facilities
because of that old abortion business. I have to know from you, is that what you want?"
Jules smiled. "I guess so. But you don't know the medical setup. Whatever power you
have doesn't mean anything to them. I'm afraid you can't help me in that."
Michael nodded absentmindedly. "Sure, you're right. But some friends of mine, pretty
well-known people, are going to build a big hospital for Las Vegas. The town will need it
the way it's growing and the way it's projected to grow. Maybe they'll let you into the
operating room if it's put to them right. Hell, how many surgeons as good as you can
they get to come out to this desert? Or any half as good? We'll be doing the hospital a
favor. So stick around. I hear you and Lucy are going to get married?"
Jules shrugged. "When I see that I have any future."
Lucy said wryly, "Mike, if you don't build that hospital, I'll die an old maid."
They all laughed. All except Jules. He said to Michael, "If I took a job like that there
couldn't be any strings attached."
Michael said coldly, "No strings. I just owe you and I want to even out."
Lucy said gently, "Mike, don't get sore."
Michael smiled at her. "I'm not sore." He turned to Jules. "That was a dumb thing for
you to say. The Corleone Family has pulled some strings for you. Do you think I'm so
stupid I'd ask you to do things you'd hate to do? But if I did, so what? Who the hell else
ever lifted a finger to help you when you were in trouble? When I heard you wanted to
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get back to being a real surgeon, I took a lot of time to find out if I could help. I can. I'm
not asking you for anything. But at least you can consider our relationship friendly, and I
assume you would do for me what you'd do for any good friend. That's my string. But
you can refuse it."
Tom Hagen lowered his head and smiled. Not even the Don himself could have done
it any better.
Jules was flushing. "Mike, I didn't mean it that way at all. I'm very grateful to you and
your father. Forget I said it."
Michael nodded and said, "Fine. Until the hospital gets built and opens up you'll be
medical director for the four hotels. Get yourself a staff. Your money goes up too, but
you can discuss that with Tom at a later time. And Lucy, I want you to do something
more important. Maybe coordinate all the shops that will be opening up in the hotel
arcades. On the financial side. Or maybe hiring the girls we need to work in the casinos,
something like that. So if Jules doesn't marry you, you can be a rich old maid."
Freddie had been puffing on his cigar angrily. Michael turned to him and said gently,
"I'm just the errand boy for the Don, Freddie. What he wants you to do he'll tell you
himself, naturally, but I'm sure it will be something big enough to make you happy.
Everybody tells us what a great job you've been doing here."
"Then why is he sore at me?" Freddie asked plaintively. "Just because the casino has
been losing money? I don't control that end, Moe Greene does. What the hell does the
old man want from me?"
"Don't worry about it," Michael said. He turned to Johnny Fontane. "Where's Nino? I
was looking forward to seeing him again."
Johnny shrugged. "Nino is pretty sick. A nurse is taking care of him in his room. But
the doc here says he should be committed, that he's trying to kill himself. Nino!"
Michael said thoughtfully, really surprised, "Nino was always a real good guy. I never
knew him to do anything lousy, say anything to put anybody down. He never gave a
damn about anything. Except the booze."
"Yeah," Johnny said. "The money is rolling in, he could get a lot of work, singing or in
the movies. He gets fifty grand a picture now and he blows it. He doesn't give a damn
about being famous. All the years we've been buddies I've never known him to do
anything creepy. And the son of a bitch is drinking himself to death."
Jules was about to say something when there was a knock on the door of the suite.
He was surprised when the man in the armchair, the man nearest the door, did not
answer it but kept reading the newspaper. It was Hagen who went to open it. And was
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almost brushed aside when Moe Greene came striding into the room followed by his
two bodyguards.
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Moe Greene was a handsome hood who had made his rep as a Murder Incorporated
executioner in Brooklyn. He had branched out into gambling and gone west to seek his
fortune, had been the first person to see the possibilities of Las Vegas and built one of
the first hotel casinos on the Strip. He still had murderous tantrums and was feared by
everyone in the hotel, not excluding Freddie, Lucy and Jules Segal. They always stayed
out of his way whenever possible.
His handsome face was grim now. He said to Michael Corleone, "I've been waiting
around to talk to you, Mike. I got a lot of things to do tomorrow so I figured I'd catch you
tonight. How about it?"
Michael Corleone looked at him with what seemed to be friendly astonishment.
"Sure," he said. He motioned in Hagen's direction. "Get Mr. Greene a drink, Tom."
Jules noticed that the man called Albert Neri was studying Moe Greene intently, not
paying any attention to the bodyguards who were leaning against the door. He knew
there was no chance of any violence, not in Vegas itself. That was strictly forbidden as
fatal to the whole project of making Vegas the legal sanctuary of American gamblers.
Moe Greene said to his bodyguards, "Draw some chips for all these people so that
they can gamble on the house." He obviously meant Jules, Lucy, Johnny Fontane and
Michael's bodyguard, Albert Neri.
Michael Corleone nodded agreeably. "That's a good idea." It was only then that Neri
got out of his chair and prepared to follow the others out.
After the good-byes were said, there were Freddie, Tom Hagen, Moe Greene and
Michael Corleone left in the room.
Greene put his drink down on the table and said with barely controlled fury, "What's
this I hear the Corleone Family is going to buy me out? I'll buy you out. You don't buy
me out."
Michael said reasonably, "Your casino has been losing money against all the odds.
There's something wrong with the way you operate. Maybe we can do better."
Greene laughed harshly. "You goddamn Dagos, I do you a favor and take Freddie in
when you're having a bad time and now you push me out. That's what you think. I don't
get pushed out by nobody and I got friends that will back me up."
Michael was still quietly reasonable. "You took Freddie in because the Corleone
Family gave you a big chunk of money to finish furnishing your hotel. And bankroll your
casino. And because the Molinari Family on the Coast guaranteed his safety and gave
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don't know what you're getting sore about. We'll buy your share at any reasonable price
you name, what's wrong with that? What's unfair about that? With your casino losing
money we're doing you a favor."
Greene shook his head. "The Corleone Family don't have that much muscle anymore.
The Godfather is sick. You're getting chased out of New York by the other Families and
you think you can find easier pickings here. I'll give you some advice, Mike, don't try."
Michael said softly, "Is that why, you thought you could slap Freddie around in
public?"
Tom Hagen, startled, turned his attention to Freddie. Freddie Corleone's face was
getting red. "Ah. Mike, that wasn't anything. Moe didn't mean anything. He flies off the
handle sometimes, but me and him are good friends. Right, Moe?"
Greene was wary. "Yeah, sure. Sometimes I got to kick asses to make this place run
right. I got sore at Freddie because he was banging all the cocktail waitresses and
letting them goof off on the job. We had a little argument and I straightened him out."
Michael's face was impassive when he said to his brother, "You straightened out,
Freddie?"
Freddie stared sullenly at his younger brother. He didn't answer. Greene laughed and
said, "The son of a bitch was taking them to bed two at a time, the old sandwich job.
Freddie, I gotta admit you really put it to those broads. Nobody else could make them
happy after you got through with them."
Hagen saw that this had caught Michael by surprise. They looked at each other. This
was perhaps the real reason the Don was displeased with Freddie. The Don was