1、 The judge went on. You acted like wild beasts in a jungle and you are fortunate you did not sexually molest that poor girl or Id put you behind bars for twenty years. The judge paused, his eyes beneath impressively thick brows flickered slyly toward the sallow-faced Amerigo Bonasera, then lowered t
2、o a stack of probation reports before him. He frowned and shrugged as if convinced against his own natural desire. He spoke again.But because of your youth, your clean records, because of your fine families, and because the law in its majesty does not seek vengeance, I hereby sentence you to three y
3、ears confinement to the penitentiary. Sentence to be suspended. Only forty years of professional mourning kept the overwhelming frustration and hatred from showing on Amerigo Bonaseras face. His beautiful young daughter was still in the hospital with her broken jaw wired together; and now these two
4、animales went free? It had all been a farce. He watched the happy parents cluster around their darling sons. Oh, they were all happy now, they were smiling now. The black bile, sourly bitter, rose in Bonaseras throat, overflowed through tightly clenched teeth. He used his white linen pocket handkerc
5、hief and held it against his lips. He was standing so when the two young men strode freely up the aisle, confident and cool-eyed, smiling, not giving him so much as a glance. He let them pass without saying a word, pressing the fresh linen against his mouth. The parents of the animales were coming b
6、y now, two men and two women his age but more American in their dress. They glanced at him, shamefaced, yet in their eyes was an odd, triumphant defiance. Out of control, Bonasera leaned forward toward the aisle and shouted hoarsely, You will weep as I have wept- I will make you weep as your childre
7、n make me weep- the linen at his eyes now. The defense attorneys bringing up the rear swept their clients forward in a tight little band, enveloping the two young men, who had started back down the aisle as if to protect their parents. A huge bailiff moved quickly to block the row in which Bonasera
8、stood. But it was not necessary. All his years in America, Amerigo Bonasera had trusted in law and order. And he had prospered thereby. Now, though his brain smoked with hatred, though wild visions of buying a gun and killing the two young men jangled the very bones of his skull, Bonasera turned to
9、his still uncomprehending wife and explained to her, They have made fools of us. He paused and then made his decision, no longer fearing the cost. For justice we must go on our knees to Don Corleone.第二集 In a garishly decorated Los Angeles hotel suite, Johnny Fontane was as jealously drunk as any ord
10、inary husband. Sprawled on a red couch, he drank straight from the bottle of scotch in his hand, then washed the taste away by dunking his mouth in a crystal bucket of ice cubes and water. It was four in the morning and he was spinning drunken fantasies of murdering his trampy wife when she got home
11、. If she ever did come home. It was too late to call his first wife and ask about the kids and he felt funny about calling any of his friends now that his career was plunging downhill. There had been a time when they would have been delighted, flattered by his calling them at four in the morning but
12、 now he bored them. He could even smile a little to himself as he thought that on the way up Johnny Fontanes troubles had fascinated some of the greatest female stars in America. Gulping at his bottle of scotch, he heard finally his wifes key in the door, but he kept drinking until she walked into t
13、he room and stood before him. She was to him so very beautiful, the angelic face, soulful violet eyes, the delicately fragile but perfectly formed body. On the screen her beauty was magnified, spiritualized. A hundred million men all over the world were in love with the face of Margot Ashton. And pa
14、id to see it on the screen.Where the hell were you? Johnny Fontane asked.Out fucking, she said. She had misjudged his drunkenness. He sprang over the cocktail table and grabbed her by the throat. But close up to that magical face, the lovely violet eyes, he lost his anger and became helpless again.
15、She made the mistake of smiling mockingly, saw his fist draw back. She screamed, Johnny, not in the face, Im making a picture. She was laughing. He punched her in the stomach and she fell to the floor. He fell on top of her. He could smell her fragrant breath as she gasped for air. He punched her on
16、 the arms and on the thigh muscles of her silky tanned legs. He beat her as he had beaten snotty smaller kids long ago when he had been a tough teenager in New Yorks Hells Kitchen. A painful punishment that would leave no lasting disfigurement of loosened teeth or broken nose. But he was not hitting
17、 her hard enough. He couldnt. And she was giggling at him. Spread-eagled on the floor, her brocaded gown hitched up above her thighs, she taunted him between giggles. Come on, stick it in. Stick it in, Johnny, thats what you really want. Johnny Fontane got up. He hated the woman on the floor but her
18、 beauty was a magic shield. Margot rolled away, and in a dancers spring was on her feet facing him. She went into a childish mocking dance and chanted, Johnny never hurt me, Johnny never hurt me. Then almost sadly with grave beauty she said, You poor silly bastard, giving me cramps like a kid. Ah, J
19、ohnny, you always will be a dumb romantic guinea, you even make love like a kid. You still think screwing is really like those dopey songs you used to sing. She shook her head and said, Poor Johnny. Goodbye, Johnny. She walked into the bedroom and he heard her turn the key in the lock. Johnny sat on
20、 the floor with his face in his hands. The sick, humiliating despair overwhelmed him. And then the gutter toughness that had helped him survive the jungle of Hollywood made him pick up the phone and call for a car to take him to the airport. There was one person who could save him. He would go back
21、to New York. He would go back to the one man with the power, the wisdom he needed and a love he still trusted. His Godfather Corleone.第三集The baker, Nazorine, pudgy and crusty as his great Italian loaves, still dusty with flour, scowled at his wife, his nubile daughter, Katherine, and his bakers help
22、er, Enzo. Enzo had changed into his prisoner-of-war uniform with its green-lettered armband and was terrified that this scene would make him late reporting back to Governors Island. One of the many thousands of Italian Army prisoners paroled daily to work in the American economy, he lived in constan
23、t fear of that parole being revoked. And so the little comedy being played now was, for him, a serious business. Nazorine asked fiercely, Have you dishonored my family? Have you given my daughter a little package to remember you by now that the war is over and you know America will kick your ass bac
24、k to your village full of shit in Sicily? Enzo, a very short, strongly built boy, put his hand over his heart and said almost in tears, yet cleverly, Padrone, I swear by the Holy Virgin I have never taken advantage of your kindness. I love your daughter with all respect. I ask for her hand with all
25、respect. I know I have no right, but if they send me back to Italy I can never come back to America. I will never be able to marry Katherine. Nazorines wife, Filomena, spoke to the point. Stop all this foolishness, she said to her pudgy husband. You know what you must do. Keep Enzo here, send him to
26、 hide with our cousins in Long Island. Katherine was weeping. She was already plump, homely and sprouting a faint moustache. She would never get a husband as handsome as Enzo, never find another man who touched her body in secret places with such respectful love. Ill go and live in Italy, she scream
27、ed at her father. ll run away if you dont keep Enzo here. Nazorine glanced at her shrewdly. She was a hot number this daughter of his. He had seen her brush her swelling buttocks against Enzos front when the bakers helper squeezed behind her to fill the counter baskets with hot loaves from the oven.
28、 The young rascals hot loaf would be in her oven, Nazorine thought lewdly, if proper steps were not taken. Enzo must be kept in America and be made an American citizen. And there was only one man who could arrange such an affair. The Godfather. Don Corleone.四All of these people and many others recei
29、ved engraved invitations to the wedding of Miss Constanzia Corleone, to be celebrated on the last Saturday in August 1945. The father of the bride, Don Vito Corleone, never forgot his old friends and neighbors though he himself now lived in a huge house on Long Island. The reception would be held in
30、 that house and the festivities would go on all day. There was no doubt it would be a momentous occasion. The war with the Japanese had just ended so there would not be any nagging fear for their sons fighting in the Army to cloud these festivities. A wedding was just what people needed to show their joy. And so on that Saturday morning the friends of Don Corleo
