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he put around Moonan’s throat to cut off any sound.
Paulie Gatto jumped into the car and started the motor. The two big men were beating
Moonan to jelly. They did so with frightening deliberation, as if they had all the time in
the world. They did not throw punches in flurries but in timed, slow-motion sequences
that carried the full weight of their massive bodies. Each blow landed with a splat of
flesh splitting open. Gatto got a glimpse of Moonan’s face. It was unrecognizable. The
two men left Moonan lying on the sidewalk and turned their attention to Wagner.
Wagner was trying to get to his feet and he started to scream for help. Someone came
out of the bar and the two men had to work faster now. They clubbed Wagner to his
knees. One of the men took his arm and twisted it, then kicked him in the spine. There
was a cracking sound and Wagner’s scream of agony brought windows open all along
the street. The two men worked very quickly. One of them held Wagner up by using his
two hands around Wagner’s head like a vise. The other man smashed his huge fist into
the fixed target. There were more people coming out of the bar but none tried to
interfere. Paulie Gatto yelled, “Come on, enough.” The two big men jumped into the car
and Paulie gunned it away, Somebody would describe the car and read the license
plates but it didn’t matter. It was a stolen California plate and there were one hundred
thousand black Chevy sedans in New York City.
Chapter 2 Tom Hagen went to his law office in the city on Thursday morning. He planned to catch
up on his paper work so as to have everything cleared away for the meeting with Virgil
Sollozzo on Friday. A meeting of such importance that he had asked the Don for a full
evening of talk to prepare for the proposition they knew Sollozzo would offer the family
business. Hagen wanted to have all little details cleared away so that he could go to that
preparatory meeting with an unencumbered mind.
The Don had not seemed surprised when Hagen returned from California late Tuesday
evening and told him the results of the negotiations with Woltz. He had made Hagen go
over every detail and grimaced with distaste when Hagen told about the beautiful little
girl and her mother. He had murmured “infamita,” his strongest disapproval. He had
asked Hagen one final question. “Does this man have real balls?”
Hagen considered exactly what the Don meant by this question. Over the years he had
learned that the Don’s values were so different from those of most people that his words
also could have a different meaning. Did Woltz have character? Did he have a strong