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AmerigoBonaserasatinNewYorkCriminalCourtNumber3andwaitedforjustice;vengeanceonthemenwhohadsocruellyhurthisdaughter,whohadtriedtodishonorher.

Thejudge,aformidablyheavy-featuredman,rolledupthesleevesofhisblackrobeasiftophysicallychastisethetwoyoungmenstandingbeforethebench.Hisfacewascoldwithmajesticcontempt.ButtherewassomethingfalseinallthisthatAmerigoBonaserasensedbutdidnotyetunderstand.

"Youactedliketheworstkindofdegenerates,"thejudgesaidharshly.Yes,yes,thoughtAmerigoBonasera.Animals.Animals.Thetwoyoungmen,glossyhaircrewcut,scrubbedclean-cutfacescomposedintohumblecontrition,bowedtheirheadsinsubmission.

Thejudgewenton."YouactedlikewildbeastsinajungleandyouarefortunateyoudidnotsexuallymolestthatpoorgirlorI'dputyoubehindbarsfortwentyyears."Thejudgepaused,hiseyesbeneathimpressivelythickbrowsflickeredslylytowardthesallow-facedAmerigoBonasera,thenloweredtoastackofprobationreportsbeforehim.Hefrownedandshruggedasifconvincedagainsthisownnaturaldesire.Hespokeagain.

"Butbecauseofyouryouth,yourcleanrecords,becauseofyourfinefamilies,andbecausethelawinitsmajestydoesnotseekvengeance,Iherebysentenceyoutothreeyears'confinementtothepenitentiary.Sentencetobesuspended."

OnlyfortyyearsofprofessionalmourningkepttheoverwhelmingfrustrationandhatredfromshowingonAmerigoBonasera'sface.Hisbeautifulyoungdaughterwasstillinthehospitalwithherbrokenjawwiredtogether;andnowthesetwoanimaleswentfree?

Ithadallbeenafarce.Hewatchedthehappyparentsclusteraroundtheirdarlingsons.Oh,theywereallhappynow,theyweresmilingnow.

Theblackbile,sourlybitter,roseinBonasera'sthroat,overflowedthroughtightlyclenchedteeth.Heusedhiswhitelinenpockethandkerchiefandhelditagainsthislips.Hewasstandingsowhenthetwoyoungmenstrodefreelyuptheaisle,confidentandcool-eyed,smiling,notgivinghimsomuchasaglance.Heletthempasswithoutsayingaword,pressingthefreshlinenagainsthismouth.

Theparentsoftheanimaleswerecomingbynow,twomenandtwowomenhisagebutmoreAmericanintheirdress.Theyglancedathim,shamefaced,yetintheireyeswasanodd,triumphantdefiance.

Outofcontrol,Bonaseraleanedforwardtowardtheaisleandshoutedhoarsely,"YouwillweepasIhavewept---Iwillmakeyouweepasyourchildrenmakemeweep"---thelinenathiseyesnow.Thedefenseattorneysbringinguptherearswepttheirclientsforwardinatightlittleband,envelopingthetwoyoungmen,whohadstartedbackdowntheaisleasiftoprotecttheirparents.AhugebailiffmovedquicklytoblocktherowinwhichBonaserastood.Butitwasnotnecessary.

AllhisyearsinAmerica,AmerigoBonaserahadtrustedinlawandorder.Andhehadprosperedthereby.Now,thoughhisbrainsmokedwithhatred,thoughwildvisionsofbuyingagunandkillingthetwoyoungmenjangledtheverybonesofhisskull,Bonaseraturnedtohisstilluncomprehendingwifeandexplainedtoher,"Theyhavemadefoolsofus."Hepausedandthenmadehisdecision,nolongerfearingthecost."ForjusticewemustgoonourkneestoDonCorleone."

第二集

InagarishlydecoratedLosAngeleshotelsuite,JohnnyFontanewasasjealouslydrunkasanyordinaryhusband.Sprawledonaredcouch,hedrankstraightfromthebottleofscotchinhishand,thenwashedthetasteawaybydunkinghismouthinacrystalbucketoficecubesandwater.Itwasfourinthemorningandhewasspinningdrunkenfantasiesofmurderinghistrampywifewhenshegothome.Ifsheeverdidcomehome.Itwastoolatetocallhisfirstwifeandaskaboutthekidsandhefeltfunnyaboutcallinganyofhisfriendsnowthathiscareerwasplungingdownhill.Therehadbeenatimewhentheywouldhavebeendelighted,flatteredbyhiscallingthematfourinthemorningbutnowheboredthem.HecouldevensmilealittletohimselfashethoughtthatonthewayupJohnnyFontane'stroubleshadfascinatedsomeofthegreatestfemalestarsinAmerica.

Gulpingathisbottleofscotch,heheardfinallyhiswife'skeyinthedoor,buthekeptdrinkinguntilshewalkedintotheroomandstoodbeforehim.Shewastohimsoverybeautiful,theangelicface,soulfulvioleteyes,thedelicatelyfragilebutperfectlyformedbody.Onthescreenherbeautywasmagnified,spiritualized.AhundredmillionmenallovertheworldwereinlovewiththefaceofMargotAshton.Andpaidtoseeitonthescreen.

"Wherethehellwereyou?

"JohnnyFontaneasked.

"Outfucking,"shesaid.

Shehadmisjudgedhisdrunkenness.Hesprangoverthecocktailtableandgrabbedherbythethroat.Butcloseuptothatmagicalface,thelovelyvioleteyes,helosthisangerandbecamehelplessagain.Shemadethemistakeofsmilingmockingly,sawhisfistdrawback.Shescreamed,"Johnny,notintheface,I'mmakingapicture."

Shewaslaughing.Hepunchedherinthestomachandshefelltothefloor.Hefellontopofher.Hecouldsmellherfragrantbreathasshegaspedforair.Hepunchedheronthearmsandonthethighmusclesofhersilkytannedlegs.HebeatherashehadbeatensnottysmallerkidslongagowhenhehadbeenatoughteenagerinNewYork'sHell'sKitchen.Apainfulpunishmentthatwouldleavenolastingdisfigurementofloosenedteethorbrokennose.

Buthewasnothittingherhardenough.Hecouldn't.Andshewasgigglingathim.Spread-eagledonthefloor,herbrocadedgownhitchedupaboveherthighs,shetauntedhimbetweengiggles."Comeon,stickitin.Stickitin,Johnny,that'swhatyoureallywant."

JohnnyFontanegotup.Hehatedthewomanonthefloorbutherbeautywasamagicshield.Margotrolledaway,andinadancer'sspringwasonherfeetfacinghim.Shewentintoachildishmockingdanceandchanted,"Johnnyneverhurtme,Johnnyneverhurtme."Thenalmostsadlywithgravebeautyshesaid,"Youpoorsillybastard,givingmecrampslikeakid.Ah,Johnny,youalwayswillbeadumbromanticguinea,youevenmakelovelikeakid.Youstillthinkscrewingisreallylikethosedopeysongsyouusedtosing."Sheshookherheadandsaid,"PoorJohnny.Goodbye,Johnny."Shewalkedintothebedroomandheheardherturnthekeyinthelock.

Johnnysatonthefloorwithhisfaceinhishands.Thesick,humiliatingdespairoverwhelmedhim.AndthentheguttertoughnessthathadhelpedhimsurvivethejungleofHollywoodmadehimpickupthephoneandcallforacartotakehimtotheairport.Therewasonepersonwhocouldsavehim.HewouldgobacktoNewYork.Hewouldgobacktotheonemanwiththepower,thewisdomheneededandalovehestilltrusted.HisGodfatherCorleone.

第三集

Thebaker,Nazorine,pudgyandcrustyashisgreatItalianloaves,stilldustywithflour,scowledathiswife,hisnubiledaughter,Katherine,andhisbaker'shelper,Enzo.Enzohadchangedintohisprisoner-of-waruniformwithitsgreen-letteredarmbandandwasterrifiedthatthisscenewouldmakehimlatereportingbacktoGovernor'sIsland.OneofthemanythousandsofItalianArmyprisonersparoleddailytoworkintheAmericaneconomy,helivedinconstantfearofthatparolebeingrevoked.Andsothelittlecomedybeingplayednowwas,forhim,aseriousbusiness.

Nazorineaskedfiercely,"Haveyoudishonoredmyfamily?

HaveyougivenmydaughteralittlepackagetorememberyoubynowthatthewarisoverandyouknowAmericawillkickyourassbacktoyourvillagefullofshitinSicily?

"

Enzo,averyshort,stronglybuiltboy,puthishandoverhisheartandsaidalmostintears,yetcleverly,"Padrone,IswearbytheHolyVirginIhavenevertakenadvantageofyourkindness.Iloveyourdaughterwithallrespect.Iaskforherhandwithallrespect.IknowIhavenoright,butiftheysendmebacktoItalyIcannevercomebacktoAmerica.IwillneverbeabletomarryKatherine."

Nazorine'swife,Filomena,spoketothepoint."Stopallthisfoolishness,"shesaidtoherpudgyhusband."Youknowwhatyoumustdo.KeepEnzohere,sendhimtohidewithourcousinsinLongIsland."

Katherinewasweeping.Shewasalreadyplump,homelyandsproutingafaintmoustache.ShewouldnevergetahusbandashandsomeasEnzo,neverfindanothermanwhotouchedherbodyinsecretplaceswithsuchrespectfullove."I'llgoandliveinItaly,"shescreamedatherfather."I'llrunawayifyoudon'tkeepEnzohere."

Nazorineglancedathershrewdly.Shewasa"hotnumber"thisdaughterofhis.HehadseenherbrushherswellingbuttocksagainstEnzo'sfrontwhenthebaker'shelpersqueezedbehindhertofillthecounterbasketswithhotloavesfromtheoven.Theyoungrascal'shotloafwouldbeinheroven,Nazorinethoughtlewdly,ifproperstepswerenottaken.EnzomustbekeptinAmericaandbemadeanAmericancitizen.Andtherewasonlyonemanwhocouldarrangesuchanaffair.TheGodfather.DonCorleone.

四

AllofthesepeopleandmanyothersreceivedengravedinvitationstotheweddingofMissConstanziaCorleone,tobecelebratedonthelastSaturdayinAugust1945.Thefatherofthebride,DonVitoCorleone,neverforgothisoldfriendsandneighborsthoughhehimselfnowlivedinahugehouseonLongIsland.Thereceptionwouldbeheldinthathouseandthefestivitieswouldgoonallday.Therewasnodoubtitwouldbeamomentousoccasion.ThewarwiththeJapanesehadjustendedsotherewouldnotbeanynaggingfearfortheirsonsfightingintheArmytocloudthesefestivities.Aweddingwasjustwhatpeopleneededtoshowtheirjoy.

AndsoonthatSaturdaymorningthefriendsofDonCorleo