things straightened out." He spoke directly to Clemenza. "Pete, you and Tessio, I want
you to go along with me for a year without questioning and without reservations. At the
end of that year, both of you can split off from the Corleone Family and be your own
bosses, have your own Families. Of course it goes without saying we'd maintain our
friendship, I wouldn't insult you and your respect for my father by thinking otherwise for
a minute. But up until that time I want you just to follow my lead and don't worry. There
are negotiations going on that will solve problems that you think are not solvable. So
just be a little patient."
Tessio spoke up. "If Moe Greene wanted to talk to your father, why not let him? The
Don could always persuade anybody, there was never anyone who could stand up to
his reasonableness."
The Don answered this directly. "I've retired. Michael would lose respect if I interfered.
And besides that's a man I'd rather not talk to."
Tessio remembered the stories he'd heard about Moe Greene slapping Freddie
Corleone around one night in the Vegas hotel. He began to smell a rat. He leaned back.
Moe Greene was a dead man, he thought. The Corleone Family did not wish to
persuade him.
Carlo Rizzi spoke up. "Is the Corleone Family going to stop operating in New York
altogether?"
Michael nodded. "We're selling the olive oil business. Everything we can, we turn over
to Tessio and Clemenza. But, Carlo, I don't want you to worry about your job. You grew
up in Nevada, you know the state, you know the people. I'm counting on you being my
right-hand man when we make our move out there."
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Carlo leaned back, his face flushed with gratification. His time was coming, he would
move in the constellations of power.
Michael went on. "Tom Hagen is no longer the Consigliori. He's going to be our lawyer
in Vegas. In about two months he'll move out there permanently with his family. Strictly
as a lawyer. Nobody goes to him with any other business as of now, this minute. He's a
lawyer and that's all. No reflection on Tom. That's the way I want it. Besides, if I ever
need any advice, who's a better counselor than my father?" They all laughed. But they
had gotten the message despite the joke. Tom Hagen was out; he no longer held any
power. They all took their fleeting glances to check Hagen's reaction but his face was
impassive.
Clemenza spoke up in his fat man's wheeze. "Then in a year's time we're on our own,
is that it?"
"Maybe less," Michael said courteously. "Of course you can always remain part of the
Family, that's your choice. But most of our strength will be out West and maybe you'd
do better organized on your own."
Tessio said quietly, "In that case I think you should give us permission to recruit new
men for our regimes. Those Barzini bastards keep chiseling in on my territory. I think
maybe it would be wise to teach them a little lesson in manners."
Michael shook his head. "No. No good. Just stay still. All that stuff will be negotiated,
everything will be straightened out before we leave."
Tessio was not to be so easily satisfied. He spoke to the Don directly, taking a chance
on incurring Michael's ill will. "Forgive me, Godfather, let our years of friendship be my
excuse. But I think you and your son are all wrong with this Nevada business. How can
you hope for success there without your strength here to back you up? The two go hand
in hand. And with you gone from here the Barzini and the Tattaglia will be too strong for
us. Me and Pete will have trouble, we'll come under their thumb sooner or later. And
Barzini is a man not to my taste. I say the Corleone Family has to make its move from
strength, not from weakness. We should build up our regimes and take back our lost
territories in Staten Island at least."
The Don shook his head. "I made the peace, remember, I can't go back on my word."
Tessio refused to be silenced. "Everybody knows Barzini gave you provocation since
then. And besides, if Michael is the new chief of the Corleone Family, what's to stop him
from taking any action he sees fit? Your word doesn't strictly bind him."
Michael broke in sharply. He said to Tessio, very much the chief now, "There are
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things being negotiated which will answer your questions and resolve your doubts. If my
word isn't enough for you, ask your Don."
But Tessio understood he had finally gone too far. If he dared to question the Don he
would make Michael his enemy. So he shrugged and said, "I spoke for the good of the
Family, not for myself. I can take care of myself."
Michael gave him a friendly smile. "Tessio, I never doubt you in any way. I never did.
But trust in me. Of course I'm not equal to you and Pete in these things, but after all I've
my father to guide me. I won't do too badly, we'll all come out fine."
The meeting was over. The big news was that Clemenza and Tessio would be
permitted to form their own Families from their regimes. Tessio would have his gambling
and docks in Brooklyn, Clemenza the gambling in Manhattan and the Family contacts in
the racing tracks of Long Island.
The two caporegimes left not quite satisfied, still a little uneasy. Carlo Rizzi lingered
hoping that the time had come when he finally would be treated as one of the family, but
he quickly saw that Michael was not of that mind. He left the Don, Tom Hagen and
Michael alone in the corner library room. Albert Neri ushered him out of the house and
Carlo noticed that Neri stood in the doorway watching him walk across the floodlit mall.
In the library the three men had relaxed as only people can who have lived years
together in the same house, in the same family. Michael served some anisette to the
Don and scotch to Tom Hagen. He took a drink for himself, which he rarely did.
Tom Hagen spoke up first. "Mike, why are you cutting me out of the action?"
Michael seemed surprised. "You'll be my number one man in Vegas. We'll be
legitimate all the way and you're the legal man. What can be more important than that?"
Hagen smiled a little sadly. "I'm not talking about that, I'm talking about Rocco
Lampone building a secret regime without my knowledge. I'm talking about you dealing
direct with Neri rather than through me or a caporegime. Unless of course you don't
know what Lampone's doing."
Michael said softly, "How did you find out about Lampone's regime?"
Hagen shrugged. "Don't worry, there's no leak, nobody else knows. But in my position
I can see what's happening. You gave Lampone his own living, you gave him a lot of
freedom. So he needs people to help him in his little empire. But everybody he recruits
has to be reported to me. And I notice everybody he puts on the payroll is a little too
good for that particular job, is getting a little more money than that particular exercise is
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worth. You picked the right man when you picked Lampone, by the way. He's operating
perfectly."
Michael grimaced. "Not so damn perfect if you noticed. Anyway the Don picked
Lampone."
"OK," Tom said, "so why am I cut out of the action?"
Michael faced him and without flinching gave it to him straight. "Tom, you're not a
wartime Consigliori. Things may get tough with this move we're trying to make and we
may have to fight. And I want to get you out of the line of fire too, just in case."