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He
received
Hagen
courteously
,
his
beautifully
,
evenly
tanned
,
meticulously
barbered
face
contorted
with
a
grimace
meant
to
be
a
smile
.
Despite
all
the
money
spent
,
despite
the
ministrations
of
the
most
knowledgeable
technicians
,
his
age
showed
;
the
flesh
of
his
face
looked
as
if
it
had
been
seamed
together
.
But
there
was
an
enormous
vitality
in
his
movements
and
he
had
what
Don
Corleone
had
,
the
air
of
a
man
who
commanded
absolutely
the
world
in
which
he
lived
.
Hagen
came
directly
to
the
point
.
That
he
was
an
emissary
from
a
friend
of
Johnny
Fontane
.
That
this
friend
was
a
very
powerful
man
who
would
pledge
his
gratitude
and
undying
friendship
to
Mr.
Woltz
if
Mr.
Woltz
would
grant
a
small
favor
.
The
small
favor
would
be
the
casting
of
Johnny
Fontane
in
the
new
war
movie
the
studio
planned
to
start
next
week
.
The
seamed
face
was
impassive
,
polite
.
"
What
favors
can
your
friend
do
me
?
"
Woltz
asked
.
There
was
just
a
trace
of
condescension
in
his
voice
.
Hagen
ignored
the
condescension
.
He
explained
.
"
You
've
got
some
labor
trouble
coming
up
.
My
friend
can
absolutely
guarantee
to
make
that
trouble
disappear
.
You
have
a
top
male
star
who
makes
a
lot
of
money
for
your
studio
but
he
just
graduated
from
marijuana
to
heroin
.
My
friend
will
guarantee
that
your
male
star
wo
n't
be
able
to
get
any
more
heroin
.
And
if
some
other
little
things
come
up
over
the
years
a
phone
call
to
me
can
solve
your
problems
.
"
Jack
Woltz
listened
to
this
as
if
he
were
hearing
the
boasting
of
a
child
.
Then
he
said
harshly
,
his
voice
deliberately
all
East
Side
,
"
You
trying
to
put
muscle
on
me
?
"
Hagen
said
coolly
,
"
Absolutely
not
.
I
've
come
to
ask
a
service
for
a
friend
.
I
've
tried
to
explain
that
you
wo
n't
lose
anything
by
it
.
"
Almost
as
if
he
willed
it
,
Woltz
made
his
face
a
mask
of
anger
.
The
mouth
curled
,
his
heavy
brows
,
dyed
black
,
contracted
to
form
a
thick
line
over
his
glinting
eyes
.
He
leaned
over
the
desk
toward
Hagen
.
"
All
right
,
you
smooth
son
of
a
bitch
,
let
me
lay
it
on
the
line
for
you
and
your
boss
,
whoever
he
is
.
Johnny
Fontane
never
gets
that
movie
.
I
do
n't
care
how
many
guinea
Mafia
goombahs
come
out
of
the
woodwork
.
"
He
leaned
back
.
"
A
word
of
advice
to
you
,
my
friend
.
J.
Edgar
Hoover
,
I
assume
you
've
heard
of
him
"
--
Woltz
smiled
sardonically
--
"
is
a
personal
friend
of
mine
.
If
I
let
him
know
I
'm
being
pressured
,
you
guys
will
never
know
what
hit
you
.
"
Hagen
listened
patiently
.
He
had
expected
better
from
a
man
of
Woltz
's
stature
.
Was
it
possible
that
a
man
who
acted
this
stupidly
could
rise
to
the
head
of
a
company
worth
hundreds
of
millions
?
That
was
something
to
think
about
since
the
Don
was
looking
for
new
things
to
put
money
into
,
and
if
the
top
brains
of
this
industry
were
so
dumb
,
movies
might
be
the
thing
.
The
abuse
itself
bothered
him
not
at
all
.
Hagen
had
learned
the
art
of
negotiation
from
the
Don
himself
.
"
Never
get
angry
,
"
the
Don
had
instructed
.
"
Never
make
a
threat
.
Reason
with
people
.
"
The
word
"
reason
"
sounded
so
much
better
in
Italian
,
ragione
,
to
rejoin
.
The
art
of
this
was
to
ignore
all
insults
,
all
threats
;
to
turn
the
other
cheek
.
Hagen
had
seen
the
Don
sit
at
a
negotiating
table
for
eight
hours
,
swallowing
insults
,
trying
to
persuade
a
notorious
and
megalomaniac
strong-arm
man
to
mend
his
ways
.
At
the
end
of
the
eight
hours
Don
Corleone
had
thrown
up
his
hands
in
a
helpless
gesture
and
said
to
the
other
men
at
the
table
,
"
But
no
one
can
reason
with
this
fellow
,
"
and
had
stalked
out
of
the
meeting
room
.
The
strong-arm
man
had
turned
white
with
fear
.
Emissaries
were
sent
to
bring
the
Don
back
into
the
room
.
