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Neri and his wife were about to leave when Tommy finally got up。 He barely grumbled a hello and went into the kitchen。 Finally he yelled in to his mother； 〃Hey； Ma； how about cooking me something to eat？〃 But it was not a request。 It was the spoiled plaint of an indulged child。
His mother said shrilly； 〃Get up when it's dinnertime and then you can eat。 I'm not going to cook again for you。〃
It was the sort of little ugly scene that was fairly monplace； but Tommy still a little irritable from his slumber made a mistake。 〃Ah； fuck you and your nagging； I'll go out and eat。〃 As soon as he said it he regretted it。
His Uncle Al was on him like a cat on a mouse。 Not so much for the insult to his sister this particular day but because it was obvious that he often talked to his mother in such a fashion when they were alone。 Tommy never dared say such a thing in from of her brother。 This particular Sunday he had just been careless。 To his misfortune。
Before the frightened eyes of the two women； Al Neri gave his nephew a merciless； careful； physical beating。 At first the youth made an attempt at self…defense but soon gave that up and begged for mercy。 Neri slapped his face until the lips were swollen and bloody。 He rocked the kid's head back and slammed him against the wall。 He punched him in the stomach； then got him prone on the floor and slapped his face into the carpet。 He told the two women to wait and made Tommy go down the street and get into his car。 There he put the fear of God into him。 〃If my sister ever tells me you talk like that to her again； this beating will seem like kisses from a broad；〃 he told Tommy。 〃I want to see you straighten out。 Now go up the house and tell my wife I'm waiting for her。〃
It was two months after this that Al Neri got back from a late shift on the force and found his wife had left him。 She had packed all her clothes and gone back to her family。 Her father told him that Rita was afraid of him； that she was afraid to live with him because of his temper。 Al was stunned with disbelief。 He had never struck his wife； never threatened her in any way； had never felt anything but affection for her。 But he was so bewildered by her action that he decided to let a few days go by before he went over to her family's house to talk to her。
It was unfortunate that the next night he ran into trouble on his shift。 His car answered a call in Harlem； a report of a deadly assault。 As usual Neri jumped out of the patrol car while it was still rolling to a stop。 It was after midnight and he was carrying his huge flashlight。 It was easy spotting the trouble。 There was a crowd gathered outside a tenement doorway。 One Negro woman said to Neri； 〃There's a man in there cutting a little girl。〃
Neri went into the hallway。 There was an open door at the far end with light streaming out and he could hear moaning。 Still handling the flashlight； he went down the hall and through the open doorway。
He almost fell over two bodies stretched out on the floor。 One was a Negro woman of about twenty…five。 The other was a Negro girl of no more than twelve。 Both were bloody from razor cuts on their faces and bodies。 In the living room Neri saw the man who was responsible。 He knew him well。
The man was Wax Baines； a notorious pimp； dope pusher and strong…arm artist。 His eyes were popping from drugs now； the bloody knife he held in his hand wavered。 Neri had arrested him two weeks before for severely assaulting one of his whores in the street。 Baines had told him； 〃Hey； man； this none of your business。〃 And Neri's partner had also said something about letting the niggers cut each other up if they wanted to； but Neri had hauled Baines into the station house。 Baines was bailed out the very next day。
Neri had never much liked Negroes； and working in Harlem had made him like them even less。 They all were on drugs or booze while they let their women work or peddle ass。 He didn't have any use for any of the bastards。 So Baines' brazen breaking of the law infuriated him。 And the sight of the little girl all cut up with the razor sickened him。 Quite coolly； in his own mind； he decided not to bring Baines in。
But witnesses were already crowding into the apartment behind him； some people who lived in the building and his partner from the patrol car。
Neri ordered Baines； 〃Drop your knife； you're under arrest。〃
Baines laughed。 〃Man； you gotta use your gun to arrest me。〃 He held his knife up。 〃Or maybe you want this。〃
Neri moved very quickly； so his partner would not have time to draw a gun。 The Negro stabbed with his knife； but Neri's extraordinary reflexes enabled him to catch the thrust with his left palm。 With his right hand he swung the flashlight in a short vicious arc。 The blow caught Baines on the side of the head and made his knees buckle ically like a drunk's。 The knife dropped from his hand。 He was quite helpless。 So Neri's second blow was inexcusable； as the police departmental hearing and his criminal trial later proved with the help of the testimony of witnesses and his fellow policeman。 Neri brought the flashlight down on the top of Baines' skull in an incredibly powerful blow which shattered the glass of the flashlight； the enamel shield and the bulb itself popping out and flying across the room。 The heavy aluminum barrel of the flashlight tube bent and only the batteries inside prevented it from doubling on itself。 One awed onlooker； a Negro man who lived in the tenement and later testified against Neri； said； 〃Man that's a hard…headed nigger。〃
But Baines' head was not quite hard enough。 The blow caved in his skull。 He died two hours later in the Harlem Hospital。
Albert Neri was the only one surprised when he was brought up on departmental charges for using excessive force。 He was suspended and criminal charges were brought against him。 He was indicted for manslaughter； convicted and sentenced to from one to ten years in prison。 By this time he was so filled with a baffled rage and hatred of all society that he didn't give a damn。 That they dared to judge him a criminal！ That they dared to send him to prison for killing an animal like that pimp…nigger！ That they didn't give a damn for the woman and little girl who had been carved up； disfigured for life； and still in the hospital。
He did not fear prison。 He felt that because of his having been a policeman and especially because of the nature of the offense； he would be well taken care of。 Several of his buddy officers had already assured him they would speak to friends。 Only his wife's father； a shrewd old…style Italian who owned a fish market in the Bronx； realized that a man like Albert Neri had little chance of surviving a year in prison。 One of his fellow inmates might kill him； if not； he was almost certain to kill one of them。 Out of guilt that his daughter had deserted a fine husband for some womanly foolishness； Neri's father…in…law used his contacts with the Corleone Family （he paid protection money to one of its representatives and supplied the Corleone itself with the finest fish available； as a gift）； he petitioned for their intercession。
The Corleone Family knew about Albert Neri。 He was something of a legend as a legitimately tough cop； he had made a certain reputation as a man not to be held lightly； as a man who could inspire fear out of his own person regardless of the uniform and the sanctioned gun he wore。 The Corleone Family was always interested in such man。。 The fact that he was a policeman did not mean too much。 Many young men started down a false path to their true destiny。 Time and fortune usually set them aright。
It was Pete Clemenza； with his fine nose for good personnel； who brought the Neri affair to Tom Hagen's attention。 Hagen studied the copy of the official police dossier and listened to Clemenza。 He said； 〃Maybe we have another Luca Brasi here。〃
Clemenza nodded his head vigorously。 Though he was very fat； his face had none of the usual stout man's benignity。 〃My thinking exactly。 Mike should look into this himself。〃
And so it was that before Albert Neri was transferred from the temporary jail to what would have been his