mp.godfather-第45章
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al。 They will approve。 But first you have to see me and tell me the figures and the plans。 OK？〃
Johnny was silent for a long time。 Then he said quietly； 〃Is there anything else？〃
Hagen smiled。 〃You mean； do you have to do any favors in return for a loan of twenty million dollars？ Sure you will。〃 He waited for Johnny to say something。 〃Nothing you wouldn't do anyway if the Don asked you to do it for him。〃
Johnny said； 〃The Don has to ask me himself if it's something serious； you know what I mean？ I won't take your word or Sonny's for it。〃
Hagen was surprised by this good sense。 Fontane had some brains after all。 He had sense to know that the Don was too fond of him； and too smart； to ask him to do something foolishly dangerous； whereas Sonny might。 He said to Johnny； 〃Let me reassure you on one thing。 Your Godfather has given me and Sonny strict instructions not to involve you in any way in anything that might get you bad publicity； through our fault。 And he will never do that himself。 I guarantee you that any favor he asks of you； you will offer to do before he requests it。 OK？〃
Johnny smiled。〃OK；〃 he said。
Hagen said； 〃Also he has faith in you。 He thinks you have brains and so he figures the bank will make money on the investment； which means he will make money on it。 So it's really a business deal； never forget that。 Don't go screwing around with the money。 You may be his favorite godson but twenty million bucks is a lot of dough。 He has to stick his neck out to make sure you get it。〃
〃Tell him not to worry；〃 Johnny said。 〃If a guy like Jack Woltz can be a big movie genius； anybody can。〃
〃That's what your Godfather figures；〃 Hagen said。 〃Can you have me driven back to the airport？ I've said all I have to say。 When you do start signing contracts for everything； hire your own lawyers； I won't be in on it。 But I'd like to see everything before you sign； if that's OK with you。 Also； you'll never have any labor troubles。 That will cut costs on your pictures to some extent； so when the accountants lump some of that in； disregard those figures。〃
Johnny said cautiously； 〃Do I have to get your OK on anything else； scripts； slats； any of that？〃
Hagen shook his head。 〃No；〃 he aid。 〃It may happen that the Don would object to something but he'll object to you direct if he does。 But I can't imagine what that would be。 Movies don't affect him at all； in any way； so he has no interest。 And he doesn't believe in meddling； that I can tell you from experience。〃
〃Good；〃 Johnny said。 〃I'll drive you to the airport myself。 And thank the Godfather for me。 I'd call him up and thank him but he never es to the phone。 Why is that； by the way？〃
Hagen shrugged。 〃He hardly ever talks on the phone。 He doesn't want his voice recorded； even saying something perfectly innocent。 He's afraid that they can splice the words together so that it sounds as if he says something else。 I think that's what it is。 Anyway his only worry is that someday he'll be framed by the authorities。 So he doesn't want to give them an edge。〃
They got into Johnny's car and drove to the airport。 Hagen was thinking that Johnny was a better guy than he figured。 He'd already learned something； just his driving him personally to the airport proved that。 The personal courtesy； something the Don himself always believed in。 And the apology。 That had been sincere。 He had known Johnny a long time and he knew the apology would never be made out of fear。 Johnny had always had guts。 That's why he had always been in trouble； with his movie bosses and with his women。 He was also one of the few people who was not afraid of the Don。 Fontane and Michael were maybe the only two men Hagen knew of whom this could be said。 So the apology was sincere； he would accept it as such。 He and Johnny would have to see a lot of each other in the next few years。 And Johnny would have to pass the next test； which would prove how smart he was。 He would have to do something for the Don that the Don would never ask him to do or insist that he do as part of the agreement。 Hagen wondered if Johnny Fontane was smart enough to figure out that part of the bargain。
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After Johnny dropped Hagen off at the airport （Hagen insisted that Johnny not hang around for his plane with him） he drove back to Ginny's house。 She was surprised to see him。 But he wanted to stay at her place so that he would have time to think things out； to make his plans。 He knew that what Hagen had told him was extremely important； that his whole life was being changed。 He had once been a big star but now at the young age of thirty…five he was washed up。 He didn't kid himself about that。 Even if he won the Award as best actor； what the hell could it mean at the most？ Nothing； if his voice didn't e back。 He'd be just second…rate； with no real power； no real juice。 Even that girl turning him down； she had been nice and smart and acting sort of hip； but would she have been so cool if he had really been at the top？ Now with the Don backing him with dough he could be as big as anybody in Hollywood。 He could be a king。 Johnny smiled。 Hell。 He could even be a Don。
It would be nice living with Ginny again for a few weeks； maybe longer。 He'd take the kids out every day； maybe have a few friends over。 He'd stop drinking and smoking； really take care of himself。 Maybe his voice would get strong again。 If that happened and with the Don's money； he'd be unbeatable。 He'd really be as close to an oldtime king or emperor as it was possible to be in America。 And it wouldn't depend on his voice holding up or how long the public cared about him as an actor。 It would be an empire rooted in money and the most special； the most coveted kind of power。
Ginny had the guest bedroom made up for him。 It was understood that he would not share her room； that they would not live as man and wife。 They could never have that relationship again。 And though the outside world of gossip columnists and movie fans gave the blame for the failure of their marriage solely to him； yet in a curious way； between the two of them； they both knew that she was even more to blame for their divorce。
When Johnny Fontane because the most popular singer and movie musical edy star in motion pictures； it had never occurred to him to desert his wife and children。 He was too Italian； still too old…style。 Naturally he had been unfaithful。 That had been impossible to avoid in his business and the temptations to which he was continually exposed。 And despite being a skinny； delicate…looking guy； he had the wiry horniness of many small…boned Latin types。 And women delighted him in their surprises。 He loved going out with a demure sweet…faced virginal…looking girl and then uncapping her breasts to find them so unexpectedly slopingly full and rich； lewdly heavy in contrast to the cameo face。 He loved to find sexual shyness and timidity in the sexy…looking girls who were all fake motion like a shifty basketball player； vamping as if they had slept with a hundred guys； and then when he got them alone having to battle for hours to get in and do the job and finding out they were virgins。
And all these Hollywood guys laughed at his fondness for virgins。 They called it an old guinea taste； square； and look how long it took to make a virgin give you a blow job with all the aggravation and then they usually turned out to be a lousy piece of ass。 But Johnny knew that it was how you handled a young girl。 You had to e on to her the right way and then what could be greater than a girl who was tasting her first dick and loving it？ Ah； it was so great breaking them in。 It was so great having them wrap their legs around you。 Their thighs were all different shapes； their asses were different； their skins were all different colors and shades of white and brown and tan and when he had slept with that young colored girl in Detroit； a good girl； not a hustler； the young daughter of a jazz singer on the same nightclub bill with him； she had been one of the sweetest things he had ever had。 Her lips had really tasted like warm honey with pepper mixed in it； her dark brown skin was rich； creamy； and she had been as
