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expected Don Corleone's alert reaction。 He dropped the bag of fruit and darted toward the parked car with startling quickness for a man of his bulk。 At the same time he shouted； 〃Fredo； Fredo。〃 It was only then that the two men drew their guns and fired。
The first bullet caught Don Corleone in the back。 He felt the hammer shock of its impact but made his body move toward the car。 The next two bullets hit him in the buttocks and sent him sprawling in the middle of the street。 Meanwhile the two gunmen； careful not to slip on the rolling fruit； started to follow in order to finish him off。 At that moment； perhaps no more than five seconds after the Don's call to his son； Frederico Corleone appeared out of his car； looming over it。 The gunmen fired two more hasty shots at the Don lying in the gutter。 One hit him in the fleshy part of his arm and the second hit him in the calf of his right leg。 Though these wounds were the least serious they bled profusely； forming small pools of blood beside his body。 But by this time Don Corleone had lost consciousness。
Freddie had heard his father shout； calling him by his childhood name； and then he had heard the first two loud reports。 By the time he got out of the car he was in shock； he had not even drawn his gun。 The two assassins could easily have shot him down。 But they too panicked。 They must have known the son was armed； and besides too much time had passed。 They disappeared around the corner； leaving Freddie alone in the street with his father's bleeding body。 Many of the people thronging the avenue had flung themselves into doorways or on the ground； others had huddled together in small groups。
Freddie still had not drawn his weapon。 He seemed stunned。 He stared down at his father's body lying face down on the tarred street； lying now in what seemed to him a blackish lake of blood。 Freddie went into physical shock。 People eddied out again and someone； seeing him start to sag； led him to the curbstone and made him sit down on it。 A crowd gathered around Don Corleone's body； a circle that shattered when the first police car sirened a path through them。 Directly behind the police was the Daily News radio car and even before it stopped a photographer jumped out to snap pictures of the bleeding Don Corleone。 A few moments later an ambulance arrived。 The photographer turned his attention to Freddie Corleone； who was now weeping openly； and this was a curiously ical sight； because of his tough； Cupid…featured face； heavy nose and thick mouth smeared with snot。 Detectives were spreading through the crowd and more police cars were ing up。 One detective knelt beside Freddie； questioning him； but Freddie was too deep in shock to answer。 The detective reached inside Freddie's coat and lifted his wallet。 He looked at the identification inside and whistled to his partner。 In just a few seconds Freddie had been cut off from the crowd by a flock of plainclothesmen。 The first detective found Freddie's gun in its shoulder holster and took it。 Then they lifted Freddie off his feet and shoved him into an unmarked car。 As that car pulled away it was followed by the Daily News radio car。 The photographer was still snapping pictures of everybody and everything。
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In the half hour after the shooting of his father； Sonny Corleone received five phone calls in rapid succession。 The first was from Detective John Phillips； who was on the family payroll and had been in the lead car of plainclothesmen at the scene of the shooting。 The first thing he said to Sonny over the phone was； 〃Do you recognize my voice？〃
〃Yeah；〃 Sonny said。 He was fresh from a nap； called to the phone by his wife。
Phillips said quickly without preamble； 〃Somebody shot your father outside his place。 Fifteen minutes ago。 He's alive but hurt bad。 They've taken him to French Hospital。 They got your brother Freddie down at the Chelsea precinct。 You better get him a doctor when they turn him loose。 I'm going down to the hospital now to help question your old man； if he can talk。 I'll keep you posted。〃
Across the table； Sonny's wife Sandra noticed that her husband's face had gone red with flushing blood。 His eyes were glazed over。 She whispered； 〃What's the matter？〃 He waved at her impatiently to shut up； swung his body away so that his back was toward her and said into the phone； 〃You sure he's alive？〃
〃Yeah； I'm sure；〃 the detective said。 〃A lot of blood but I think maybe he's not as bad as he looks。〃
〃Thanks；〃 Sonny said。 〃Be home tomorrow morning eight sharp。 You got a grand ing。〃
Sonny cradled the phone。 He forced himself to sit still。 He knew that his greatest weakness was his anger and this was one time when anger could be fatal。 The first thing to do was get Tom Hagen。 But before he could pick up the phone； it rang。 The call was from the bookmaker licensed by the Family to operate in the district of the Don's office。 The bookmaker had called to tell him that the Don had been killed； shot dead in the street。 After a few questions to make sure that the bookmaker's informant had not been close to the body； Sonny dismissed the information as incorrect。 Phillips' dope would be more accurate。 The phone rang almost immediately a third time。 It was a reporter from the Daily News。 As soon as he identified himself； Sonny Corleone hung up。
He dialed Hagen's house and asked Hagen's wife； 〃Did Tom e home yet？〃 She said； 〃No；〃 that he was not due for another twenty minutes but she expected him home for supper。 〃Have him call me；〃 Sonny said。
He tried to think things out。 He tried to imagine how his father would react in a like situation。 He had known immediately that this was an attack by Sollozzo； but Sollozzo would never have dared to eliminate so high…ranking a leader as the Don unless he was backed by other powerful people。 The phone； ringing for the fourth time； interrupted his thoughts。 The voice on the other end was very soft； very gentle。 〃Santino Corleone？〃 it asked。
〃Yeah；〃 Sonny said。
〃We have Tom Hagen；〃 the voice said。 〃In about three hours he'll be released with our proposition。 Don't do anything rash until you've heard what he has to say。 You can only cause a lot of trouble。 What's done is done。 Everybody has to be sensible now。 Don't lose that famous temper of yours。〃 The voice was slightly mocking。 Sonny couldn't be sure； but it sounded like Sollozzo。 He made his voice sound muted； depressed。 〃I'll wait；〃 he said。 He heard the receiver on the other end click。 He looked at his heavy gold…banded wristwatch and noted the exact time of the call and jotted it down on the tablecloth。
He sat at the kitchen table； frowning。 His wife asked； 〃Sonny； what is it？〃 He told her calmly； 〃They shot the old man。〃 When he saw the shock on her face he said roughly； 〃Don't worry； he's not dead。 And nothing else is going to happen。〃 He did not tell her about Hagen。 And then the phone rang for the fifth time。
It was Clemenza。 The fat man's voice came wheezing over the phone in gruntlike gasps。 〃You hear about your father？〃 he asked。
〃Yeah。〃 Sonny said。 〃But he's not dead。〃 There was a long pause over the phone and then Clemenza's voice came packed with emotion； 〃Thank God； thank God。〃 Then anxiously； 〃You sure？ I got word he was dead in the street。〃
〃He's alive；〃 Sonny said。 He was listening intently to every intonation in Clemenza's voice。 The emotion had seemed genuine but it was part of the fat man's profession to be a good actor。
〃You'll have to carry the ball； Sonny；〃 Clemenza said 〃What do you want me to do？〃
〃Get over to my father's house；〃 Sonny said。 〃Bring Paulie Gatto。〃
〃That's all？〃 Clemenza asked。 〃Don't you want me to send some people to the hospital and your place？〃
〃No； I just want you and Paulie Gatto；〃 Sonny said。 There was a long pause。 Clemenza was getting the message。 To make it a little more natural； Sonny asked； 〃Where the hell was Paulie anyway？ What the hell was he doing？〃
There was no longer any wheezing on the other end of the line。 Clemenza's voice was guarded。 〃Paulie was sick； he had a cold； so he stayed home。 He's been a little sick all winter。〃
Sonny was