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face. But in the past few years he must have gotten smarter, or his own descent from
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stardom had made him more sensitive. In that moment he understood Nino, why his
boyhood singing partner had never become successful, why he was trying to destroy
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any chance of success now. That Nino was reacting away from all the prices of success,
that in some way he felt insulted by everything that was being done for him.
Johnny took Nino by the arm and led him out of the house. Nino could barely walk
now. Johnny was talking to him soothingly. "OK, kid, you just sing for me, I wanta make
dough on you. I won't try to run your life. You do whatever you wanta do. OK, paisan?
All you gotta do is sing for me and earn me money now that I can't sing anymore. You
got that, old buddy?"
Nino straightened up. "I'll sing for you, Johnny," he said, his voice slurring (to slur –
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understood. "I'm a better singer than you now. I was always a better singer than you,
You know that?"
Johnny stood there thinking; so that was it. He knew that when his voice was healthy
Nino simply wasn't in the same league with him, never had been in those years they
had sung together as kids. He saw Nino was waiting for an answer, weaving drunkenly
in the California moonlight. "Fuck you," he said gently, and they both laughed together
like the old days when they had both been equally young.
When Johnny Fontane got word about the shooting of Don Corleone he not only
worried about his Godfather, but also wondered whether the financing for his movie was
still alive. He had wanted to go to New York to pay his respects to his Godfather in the
hospital but he had been told not to get any bad publicity, that was the last thing Don
Corleone would want. So he waited. A week later a messenger came from Tom Hagen.
The financing was still on but for only one picture at a time.
Meanwhile Johnny let Nino go his own way in Hollywood and California, and Nino was
doing all right with the young starlets. Sometimes Johnny called him up for a night out
together but never leaned on him (to lean on – опираться, полагаться; to lean –
наклоняться; прислоняться). When they talked about the Don getting shot, Nino said
to Johnny, "You know, once I asked the Don for a job in his organization and he
wouldn't give it to me. I was tired of driving a truck and I wanted to make a lot of dough.
You know what he told me? He says every man has only one destiny and that my
destiny was to be an artist. Meaning that I couldn't be a racket guy."
Johnny thought that one over. The Godfather must be just about the smartest guy in
the world. He'd known immediately that Nino could never make a racket guy, would only
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get himself in trouble or get killed. Get killed with just one of his wisecracks (удачная
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острота, саркастическое замечание). But how did the Don know that he would be an
artist? Because, goddamn it, he figured that someday I'd help Nino. And how did he
figure that? Because he would drop the word to me and I would try to show my gratitude.
Of course he never asked me to do it. He just let me know it would make him happy if I
did it. Johnny Fontane sighed. Now the Godfather was hurt, in trouble, and he could
kiss the Academy Award good-bye with Woltz working against him and no help on his
side. Only the Don had the personal contacts that could apply pressure and the
Corleone Family had other things to think about. Johnny had offered to help, Hagen had
given him a curt no.
Johnny was busy getting his own picture going. The author of the book he had starred
in had finished his new novel and came west on Johnny's invitation, to talk it over
without agents or studios getting into the act. The second book was perfect for what
Johnny wanted. He wouldn't have to sing, it had a good gutsy (отважный; сочный,
полнокровный, сильный) story with plenty of dames and sex and it had a part that
Johnny instantly recognized as tailor-made for Nino. The character talked like Nino,
acted like him, even looked like him. It was uncanny. All Nino would have to do would
be to get up on the screen and be himself.
Johnny worked fast. He found that he knew a lot more about production than he thought
he did, but he hired an executive producer, a man who knew his stuff but had trouble
finding work because of the blacklist. Johnny didn't take advantage but gave the man a
fair contract. "I expect you to save me more dough this way," he told the man frankly.
So he was surprised when the executive producer came to him and told him the union