'Take it easy,' Clemenza cried.
Sonny took a deep breath and took his hands away. 'I'm sorry,' he said. And then asked: 'How's Paulie?'
'Paulie wasn't there. He was sick.'
'What do you mean? How many times has he been sick?'
'I don't know, Sonny,' Clemenza said, half afraid, half confused. 'Three, maybe four times.'
'Listen. I don't care how sick he is. I want you to bring him to my father's house now. Do you understand?'
After Clemenza had gone, Sonny looked at his wife, who was standing nervously in the doorway, holding a crying baby. He hugged and kissed them both, trying to calm them down. Trying to calm himself down. Suddenly, the phone rang again. The voice on the other end was very soft, very gentle:
'We have Tom Hagen,' the voice said. 'In about three hours we'll let him go. He'll have a message for you. Don't do anything stupid until you've heard what he has to say. Your father's dead. Let's all keep clear-headed about this, OK?'
OK.' Although he felt like shouting, Sonny spoke quietly. 'I'll wait.' He immediately left his house and crossed the private road to the one where his father lived. He found his mother in the kitchen.
'Papa's hurt,' he told her. 'I don't know how bad.' His mother just said: 'I'll go and get ready. I might be able to see him.' She didn't ask her son any questions. A Sicilian woman was taught never to ask men questions.
Sonny took a mouthful of bread, went into his father's office and picked up the phone. 'Tessio? I want fifty good men here right away.'
'What about Clemenza's people?' Tessio asked.
'No. I don't want to use his men right now.'
Then he made a second call. This time it was to a friend of his who worked for the telephone company. 'Farrell? I want you to do me a favour. I want you to check two phone numbers for me. Give me all the calls they made and received over the last three months. It's very important. Give me the information before midnight.' He gave him Paulie Gatto's and Pete Clemenza's numbers.
Then he made a third call. He phoned Luca Brasi. But this time there was no answer.
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'Take it easy,' Clemenza cried.Sonny took a deep breath and took his hands away. 'I'm sorry,' he said. And then asked: 'How's Paulie?''Paulie wasn't there. He was sick.''What do you mean? How many times has he been sick?''I don't know, Sonny,' Clemenza said, half afraid, half confused. 'Three, maybe four times.''Listen. I don't care how sick he is. I want you to bring him to my father's house now. Do you understand?'After Clemenza had gone, Sonny looked at his wife, who was standing nervously in the doorway, holding a crying baby. He hugged and kissed them both, trying to calm them down. Trying to calm himself down. Suddenly, the phone rang again. The voice on the other end was very soft, very gentle:'We have Tom Hagen,' the voice said. 'In about three hours we'll let him go. He'll have a message for you. Don't do anything stupid until you've heard what he has to say. Your father's dead. Let's all keep clear-headed about this, OK?'OK.' Although he felt like shouting, Sonny spoke quietly. 'I'll wait.' He immediately left his house and crossed the private road to the one where his father lived. He found his mother in the kitchen.'Papa's hurt,' he told her. 'I don't know how bad.' His mother just said: 'I'll go and get ready. I might be able to see him.' She didn't ask her son any questions. A Sicilian woman was taught never to ask men questions.Sonny took a mouthful of bread, went into his father's office and picked up the phone. 'Tessio? I want fifty good men here right away.''What about Clemenza's people?' Tessio asked.'No. I don't want to use his men right now.'Then he made a second call. This time it was to a friend of his who worked for the telephone company. 'Farrell? I want you to do me a favour. I want you to check two phone numbers for me. Give me all the calls they made and received over the last three months. It's very important. Give me the information before midnight.' He gave him Paulie Gatto's and Pete Clemenza's numbers.Then he made a third call. He phoned Luca Brasi. But this time there was no answer.♦
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