Music Box Page #10

Tell me. What photos?

Tibor Zoldan was blackmailing you.

- No, he was a friend.

- I saw the scar.

- From the refugee camp.

- I saw the scar, Papa.

- The scar?

- The scar running down his face...

...just like they all said.

I went to see his sister.

How could you do those things, Papa?

Why did you do this to us?

To Mikey?

Papa...

...why?

Answer me.

I need you to answer me.

Answer me, Papa.

I love you.

I love you too.

What happened to you?

What did the Communists do to you?

I don't ever wanna

see you again, Papa.

I don't want Mikey...

...to ever see you again.

- You can't do this.

- I can do it.

You don't exist.

You can't do that.

Papa, you don't know how much

I'm gonna miss you.

Annie.

Annie! He's my boy! My son!

You don't have a grandson!

You gonna tell Mikey this garbage?

You gonna poison his mind

like they poisoned you?

You're like a stranger!

You say those things.

You tell him anything you want.

Mikey is not gonna believe you.

Nobody is gonna believe you.

They are gonna say you're crazy.

Why can't you try to say the truth?

The truth?

Something happened...

...to your mind, Annie.

I have friends here...

...and there.

And believe me...

...you will know the truth.

I am not this beast.

No.

Mikey!

Mikey!

Persecute an honest man

and citizen...

...a family man like Michael Laszlo, all

in the name of stamping out racism.

One, two, three. Up.

I think it's time that we stopped trying

to appease...

...a liberal New York-Washington lobby

and concentrate on the future...

...not on the past.

Let's worry about the grandsons,

not the grandfathers.

Now go, Mikey, go! Go! Yeah.

Good!

Go forward.

That's good.

Yeah, Mikey, that's good!

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