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out (to hurtle – пролетать, нестись со свистом; сильно бросать) of the driver's seat,
moving so fast that everybody was paralyzed. The man was Sonny Corleone.
His heavy Cupid-featured face with its thick, curved mouth was an ugly mask of fury.
In a split second he was at the stoop and had grabbed Carlo Rizzi by the throat. He
pulled Carlo away from the others, trying to drag him into the street, but Carlo wrapped
his huge muscular arms around the iron railings of the stoop and hung on. He cringed
(to cringe – съеживаться /от страха/) away, trying to hide his head and face in the
hollow of his shoulders. His shirt ripped away in Sonny's hand.
What followed then was sickening. Sonny began beating the cowering Carlo with his
fists, cursing him in a thick, rage-choked voice. Carlo, despite his tremendous physique,
offered no resistance, gave no cry for mercy or protest. Coach and Sally Rags dared not
interfere. They thought Sonny meant to kill his brother-in-law and had no desire to share
his fate. The kids playing stickball gathered to curse the driver who had made them
scatter, but now were watching with awestruck interest. They were tough kids but the
sight of Sonny in his rage silenced them. Meanwhile another car had drawn up behind
Sonny's and two of his bodyguards jumped out. When they saw what was happening
they too dared not interfere. They stood alert, ready to protect their chief if any
bystanders had the stupidity to try to help Carlo.
What made the sight sickening was Carlo's complete subjection, but it was perhaps
this that saved his life. He clung to the iron railings with his hands so that Sonny could
not drag him into the street and despite his obvious equal strength, still refused to fight
back. He let the blows rain on his unprotected head and neck until Sonny's rage ebbed.
Finally, his chest heaving, Sonny looked down at him and said, "You dirty bastard, you
ever beat up my sister again I'll kill you."
These words released the tension. Because of course, if Sonny intended to kill the
man he would never have uttered the threat. He uttered it in frustration because he
could not carry it out. Carlo refused to look at Sonny. He kept his head down and his
hands and arms entwined in the iron railing. He stayed that way until the car roared off
and he heard Coach say in his curiously paternal voice, "OK, Carlo, come on into the
store. Let's get out of sight."
It was only then that Carlo dared to get out of his crouch against the stone steps of the
stoop and unlock his hands from the railing. Standing up, he could see the kids look at
him with the staring, sickened faces of people who had witnessed the degradation of a
fellow human being. He was a little dizzy but it was more from shock, the raw fear that
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had taken command of his body; he was not badly hurt despite the shower of heavy
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blows. He let Coach lead him by the arm into the back room of the candy store and put
ice on his face, which, though it was not cut or bleeding, was lumpy with swelling
bruises. The fear was subsiding now and the humiliation he had suffered made him sick
to his stomach so that he had to throw up (вырвать). Coach held his head over the sink,
supported him as if he were drunk, then helped him upstairs to the apartment and made
him lie down in one of the bedrooms. Carlo never noticed that Sally Rags had
disappeared.
Sally Rags had walked down to Third Avenue and called Rocco Lampone to report
what had happened. Rocco took the news calmly and in his turn called his caporegime,
Pete Clemenza. Clemenza groaned and said, "Oh, Christ, that goddamn Sonny and his
temper," but his finger had prudently clicked down on the hook so that Rocco never
heard his remark.
Clemenza called the house in Long Beach and got Tom Hagen. Hagen was silent for
a moment and then he said, "Send some of your people and cars out on the road to
Long Beach as soon as you can, just in case Sonny gets held up by traffic or an
accident. When he gets sore like that he doesn't know what the hell he's doing. Maybe
some of our friends on the other side will hear he was in town. You never can tell."
Clemenza said doubtfully, "By the time I could get anybody on the road, Sonny will be
home. That goes for the Tattaglias too."
"I know," Hagen said patiently. "But if something out of the ordinary happens, Sonny
may be held up. Do the best you can, Pete."
Grudgingly Clemenza called Rocco Lampone and told him to get a few people and
cars and cover the road to Long Beach. He himself went out to his beloved Cadillac and
with three of the platoon (взвод; полицейский отряд [pl∂’tu:n]) of guards who now
garrisoned his home, started over the Atlantic Beach Bridge, toward New York City.
One of the hangers-on (hanger-on – прихлебатель, приспешник) around the candy
store, a small bettor on the payroll of the Tattaglia Family as an informer, called the
contact he had with his people. But the Tattaglia Family had not streamlined (to
streamline – придавать обтекаемую форму; хорошо налаживать, подготовить) itself
for the war, the contact still had to go all the way through the insulation layers before he
finally got to the caporegime who contacted the Tattaglia chief. By that time Sonny
Corleone was safely back in the mall, in his father's house, in Long Beach, about to face
his father's wrath.
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Chapter 18
The war of 1947 between the Corleone Family and the Five Families combined
against them proved to be expensive for both sides. It was complicated by the police
pressure put on everybody to solve the murder of Captain McCluskey. It was rare that
operating officials of the Police Department ignored political muscle that protected
gambling and vice operations, but in this case the politicians were as helpless as the
general staff of a rampaging (to rampage [rжm’peıdG] – неистовствовать,
буйствовать), looting army whose field officers refuse to follow orders.
This lack of protection did not hurt the Corleone Family as much as it did their
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opponents. The Corleone group depended on gambling for most of its income, and was
hit especially hard in its "numbers" or "policy" branch of operations. The runners who
picked up the action were swept into police nets and usually given a medium
shellacking (полное поражение; основательная порка) before being booked. Even
some of the "banks" were located and raided, with heavy financial loss. The
"bankers," .90 calibers in their own right, complained to the caporegimes, who brought
their complaints to the family council table. But there was nothing to be done. The
bankers were told to go out of business. Local Negro free-lancers were allowed to take
over the operation in Harlem, the richest territory, and they operated in such scattered
fashion that the police found it hard to pin them down.
After the death of Captain McCluskey, some newspapers printed stories involving him
with Sollozzo. They published proof that McCluskey had received large sums of money
in cash, shortly before his death. These stories had been planted by Hagen, the
information supplied by him. The Police Department refused to confirm or deny these
stories, but they were taking effect. The police force got the word through informers,
through police on the Family payroll, that McCluskey had been a rogue cop
(продажный полицейский; rogue [r∂ug] – жулик, мошенник).
Not that he had taken money or clean graft (взятка, подкуп), there was no rank-and-
file onus to that (за это бы никто не бросил в него камень; rank-and-file – члены
какой-либо организации /исключая руководителей или офицеров/, рядовые члены;
onus – бремя; ответственность, долг ['∂un∂s]). But that he had taken the dirtiest of
dirty money; murder and drugs money. And in the morality of policemen, this was
unforgivable.
Hagen understood that the policeman believes in law and order in a curiously
innocent way. He believes in it more than does the public he serves. Law and order is,
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after all, the magic from which he derives his power, individual power which he
cherishes as nearly all men cherish individual power. And yet there is always the
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smoldering resentment (тлеющее, теплящееся негодование, возмущение, чувство
обиды [rı'zentm∂nt]) against the public he serves. They are at the same time his ward
(опека, подопечный) and his prey (добыча). As wards they are ungrateful, abusive
(оскорбительный, бранный; /здесь/ оскорбляющие [∂'bju:sıv]; to abuse [∂'bju:z] –
оскорблять, ругать) and demanding. As prey they are slippery and dangerous, full of
guile (обман, хитрость, вероломство [gaıl]). As soon as one is in the policeman's
clutches (когти, лапы) the mechanism of the society the policeman defends marshals
(выстраивать /войска/) all its resources to cheat him of his prize. The fix is put in by
politicians. Judges give lenient (мягкий, снисходительный [‘li:nj∂nt]) suspended
sentences to the worst hoodlums. Governors of the States and the President of the
United States himself give full pardons, assuming that respected lawyers have not
already won his acquittal (оправдание /юр./ [∂'kwıtl]). After a time the cop learns. Why
should he not collect the fees these hoodlums are paying? He needs it more. His
children, why should they not go to college? Why shouldn't his wife shop in more
expensive places? Why shouldn't he himself get the sun with a winter vacation in
Florida? After all, he risks his life and that is no joke.
But usually he draws the line against accepting dirty graft. He will take money to let a
bookmaker operate. He will take money from a man who hates getting parking tickets or
speeding tickets. He will allow call girls and prostitutes to ply their trade; for a
consideration. These are vices natural to a man. But usually he will not take a payoff for
drugs, armed robberies, rape, murder and other assorted (смешанный) perversions. In
his mind these attack the very core (сердцевина) of his personal authority and cannot
be countenanced (countenance [‘kauntın∂ns] – выражение лица; to keep one’s
countenance – не показывать вида; to countenance – терпеть, одобрять,
санкционировать).
The murder of a police Captain was comparable to regicide (цареубийство
['redGısaıd]). But when it became known that McCluskey had been killed while in the
company of a notorious narcotics peddler, when it became known that he was
suspected of conspiracy to murder, the police desire for vengeance began to fade. Also,
after all, there were still mortgage (заклад, ипотека; закладная ['mo:gıdG]) payment to
be made, cars to be paid off, children to be launched (to launch – бросать, метать;
запускать /ракету/) into the world. Without their "sheet" money (деньги, получаемые
по списку /с нарушителей закона, кормящихся на их участке/); sheet – простыня;
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лист бумаги, печатный лист), policemen had to scramble (карабкаться, продираться,
бороться за обладание) to make ends meet. Unlicensed peddlers were good for lunch
money. Parking ticket payoffs came to nickels and dimes (nickel – монета в 5 центов;
dime – монета в 10 центов). Some of the more desperate even began shaking down
suspects (homosexuals, assaults (assault – нападение; изнасилование [∂'so:lt]) and
batteries (battery – побои, оскорбление действием /юр./) in the precinct squad rooms
(в полицейских участках; squad [skwod] – /воен./ группа, команда /здесь – на
дежурстве/). Finally the brass relented (начальство смягчилось; brass [brα:s] –
латунь, желтая медь; начальство, старший офицер /воен. жарг/). They raised the
prices and let the Families operate. Once again the payoff sheet (список выплат) was
typed up by the precinct bagman (странствующий торговец; коммивояжер /здесь
имеется в виду (насмешливо) полицейский, собирающий свою «долю»/), listing
every man assigned to the local station and what his cut was each month. Some
semblance of social order was restored.
It had been Hagen's idea to use private detectives to guard Don Corleone's hospital
room. These were, of course, supplemented by the much more formidable soldiers of
Tessio's regime. But Sonny was not satisfied even with this. By the middle of February,
when the Don could be moved without danger, he was taken by ambulance to his home
in the mall. The house had been renovated so that his bedroom was now a hospital
room with all equipment necessary for any emergency. Nurses specially recruited and
checked had been hired for round-the-clock care, and Dr. Kennedy, with the payment of
a huge fee, had been persuaded to become the physician in residence to this private
hospital. At least until the Don would need only nursing care.
The mall itself was made impregnable. Button men were moved into the extra houses,
the tenants sent on vacations to their native villages in Italy, all expenses paid.
