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Michael nodded absentmindedly. "Sure, you're right. But some friends of mine, pretty
well-known people, are going to build a big hospital for Las Vegas. The town will need it
the way it's growing and the way it's projected to grow. Maybe they'll let you into the
operating room if it's put to them right. Hell, how many surgeons as good as you can
they get to come out to this desert? Or any half as good? We'll be doing the hospital a
favor. So stick around. I hear you and Lucy are going to get married?"
Jules shrugged. "When I see that I have any future."
Lucy said wryly, "Mike, if you don't build that hospital, I'll die an old maid."
They all laughed. All except Jules. He said to Michael, "If I took a job like that there
couldn't be any strings attached."
Michael said coldly, "No strings. I just owe you and I want to even out."
Lucy said gently, "Mike, don't get sore."
Michael smiled at her. "I'm not sore." He turned to Jules. "That was a dumb thing for
you to say. The Corleone Family has pulled some strings for you. Do you think I'm so
stupid I'd ask you to do things you'd hate to do? But if I did, so what? Who the hell else
ever lifted a finger to help you when you were in trouble? When I heard you wanted to
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get back to being a real surgeon, I took a lot of time to find out if I could help. I can. I'm
not asking you for anything. But at least you can consider our relationship friendly, and I
assume you would do for me what you'd do for any good friend. That's my string. But
you can refuse it."
Tom Hagen lowered his head and smiled. Not even the Don himself could have done
it any better.
Jules was flushing. "Mike, I didn't mean it that way at all. I'm very grateful to you and
your father. Forget I said it."
Michael nodded and said, "Fine. Until the hospital gets built and opens up you'll be
medical director for the four hotels. Get yourself a staff. Your money goes up too, but
you can discuss that with Tom at a later time. And Lucy, I want you to do something
more important. Maybe coordinate all the shops that will be opening up in the hotel
arcades. On the financial side. Or maybe hiring the girls we need to work in the casinos,
something like that. So if Jules doesn't marry you, you can be a rich old maid."
Freddie had been puffing on his cigar angrily. Michael turned to him and said gently,
"I'm just the errand boy for the Don, Freddie. What he wants you to do he'll tell you
himself, naturally, but I'm sure it will be something big enough to make you happy.
Everybody tells us what a great job you've been doing here."
"Then why is he sore at me?" Freddie asked plaintively. "Just because the casino has
been losing money? I don't control that end, Moe Greene does. What the hell does the
old man want from me?"
"Don't worry about it," Michael said. He turned to Johnny Fontane. "Where's Nino? I
was looking forward to seeing him again."
Johnny shrugged. "Nino is pretty sick. A nurse is taking care of him in his room. But
the doc here says he should be committed, that he's trying to kill himself. Nino!"
Michael said thoughtfully, really surprised, "Nino was always a real good guy. I never
knew him to do anything lousy, say anything to put anybody down. He never gave a
damn about anything. Except the booze."
"Yeah," Johnny said. "The money is rolling in, he could get a lot of work, singing or in
the movies. He gets fifty grand a picture now and he blows it. He doesn't give a damn
about being famous. All the years we've been buddies I've never known him to do
anything creepy. And the son of a bitch is drinking himself to death."
Jules was about to say something when there was a knock on the door of the suite.
He was surprised when the man in the armchair, the man nearest the door, did not
answer it but kept reading the newspaper. It was Hagen who went to open it. And was
almost brushed aside when Moe Greene came striding into the room followed by his
two bodyguards.
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Moe Greene was a handsome hood who had made his rep as a Murder Incorporated
executioner in Brooklyn. He had branched out into gambling and gone west to seek his
fortune, had been the first person to see the possibilities of Las Vegas and built one of
the first hotel casinos on the Strip. He still had murderous tantrums and was feared by
everyone in the hotel, not excluding Freddie, Lucy and Jules Segal. They always stayed
out of his way whenever possible.
His handsome face was grim now. He said to Michael Corleone, "I've been waiting
around to talk to you, Mike. I got a lot of things to do tomorrow so I figured I'd catch you
tonight. How about it?"
Michael Corleone looked at him with what seemed to be friendly astonishment.
"Sure," he said. He motioned in Hagen's direction. "Get Mr. Greene a drink, Tom."
Jules noticed that the man called Albert Neri was studying Moe Greene intently, not
paying any attention to the bodyguards who were leaning against the door. He knew