Road To Perdition Page #2

...among two territories that John

will select personally.

I'd like to take this moment

to thank Mr. Rance for...

...interrupting a busy travel schedule

to pay us a visit.

Thank you, Jack.

Mr. Rance met with John and me earlier

to make another bid...

...for our involvement in the unions.

And I told Mr. Rance

what I told him before:

What men do after work

is what made us rich.

No need to screw them at work

as well.

-Is there any other business?

-Yes.

Connor, is there something

you would like to say about last night?

I'd like to apologize for what happened.

Especially to you, Pa.

Two wakes in a month...

What can I say?

We lost a good man last night.

You think it's funny?

Try again.

I'd like to apologize...

You would like to apologize?

Try again.

Gentlemen...

...my apologies.

Is everyone clear about bit borrowers?

There have been far too many

debts outstanding.

-Mike...

-Just give me their names.

Tell me who to visit.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Come on upstairs.

Mike.

Dad forgot to give you this.

It's just a reminder for Tony Calvino.

He's light again.

Are you coming?

No, I'm under house arrest for a while.

Look, I'm sorry about last night. I am.

I was... Yeah.

All right.

-Help you, sir? Or just looking?

-Here to see Tony Calvino.

Yeah, and who are you?

Mike Sullivan.

Yes, sir.

You gonna frisk me?

-Should I?

-It's a good idea.

That's the only one.

I mean, I'm a grown man

and this place is getting to me.

Every night there's trouble.

No one's got no dough,

but all the world's here wasting it.

Always money for frills and twists,

and never money for food.

Sometimes I despair the species,

you know?

Number 12 in the beauty parlor.

Who's the lucky face?

I'm not from here originally, but jobs

ain't hanging off trees, you know.

I'm a boxer by trade.

Nine consecutive titles.

That's a record in South Orange.

I'd make a pretty good bodyguard,

I think.

What I'm saying is,

is Mr. Rooney looking for anyone?

You know, anyone like me, for example?

Is there any chance you might ask him?

-Sure.

-Thank you, Mr. Sullivan.

Thank you very much.

I appreciate it.

Mr. Calvino?

Mr. Calvino, Mike Sullivan's here.

-Sh*t.

-He wants to see you.

-Sh*t. Is he packing?

-Not anymore.

All right.

Show him in.

Hey, hey, hey.

You stick around, okay?

Hey!

How the hell are you?

Things good with the old man?

Yeah.

What brings you here?

Don't imagine it's the p*ssy.

-I have a letter for you from Mr. Rooney.

-Am I behind again?

-Am I in trouble?

-I don't know.

Michael.

No!

No! My God!

-Pa, I'm sorry.

-Stupid!

The kid would've talked. I'm sorry.

Goddamn you. Goddamn you!

I curse the f***ing day you were born!

I curse it!

You!

Oh, Lord.

Oh, Lord. God help us.

God help us.

This house is not our home anymore.

It's just an empty building.

All right, you stay here.

You stay out of sight.

-Don't go, Pa. Don't go.

-Michael...

...when they find out we're gone,

they're gonna come after us.

I have to protect you now.

Please, Pa.

All right, here, take this.

-No. I don't want it.

-Take it.

-I don't want it.

-Boy, take it! You got six shots.

If I'm not back in half an hour, go tell

Reverend Lynch what's happened.

Do not go to Father Callaway.

I don't have any business with you,

Mr. Kelly.

But I have business with you, Mike.

Go ahead.

What is that?

to know there's more if you need it.

You have friends in Ireland, Mike.

Why don't you take Peter and leave?

I can't take Peter.

He's dead.

-So where's Connor?

-He's in hiding.

-Where?

-You know I can't tell you that.

You think sticking a gun to my head

is gonna make any difference to me?

If I tell you, I'm a dead man anyway.

We both are.

Think, Mike. Don't be stupid.

I'm just the messenger.

Then give Mr. Rooney a message for me.

What is it?

Give me the gun.

Where are we going?

To Chicago.

There's a man there who runs things.

I've done some work for him.

We have to find out where he stands.

Try to get some sleep.

I want you to wait for me here.

-Sure.

-I won't be long. You'll be all right?

-Yeah, I'll be all right.

-That's a good boy.

-Hello, Mike.

-Hello, fellas.

It's nice to see you. We heard what

happened. How you holding up?

I need to talk to Mr. Nitti.

-He's awful busy.

-I can wait.

Okay. Take the man to the top.

Certainly, sir.

Sorry to make you wait so long, Mike.

Come on in.

We all just heard what happened.

Jesus, I'm sorry, Mike.

Well, thank you for seeing me,

Mr. Nitti.

Come on, sit down.

-Like some coffee or?

-No.

-You sure?

-Yes, thank you.

So, what can I do for you, Mike?

I'd like to work for you.

Well, that's very interesting.

And in return, I'd like you to turn

a blind eye to what I have to do.

And what is that?

Kill the man who murdered my family.

Is one more body

gonna make a difference?

This is a good proposal, Mr. Nitti.

I will work only for you,

and you know I can do a good job.

I respect you, Mike. I do.

We would like nothing more than to have

you come work for us. But not like this.

What you're asking me is impossible.

Is it?

Let me explain something to you

that maybe you haven't realized.

All these years, you've been living

under the protection...

...of people who care about you.

And those same people

are protecting you now, including me.

So if you go ahead with this,

if you open that door...

...you're walking through it alone.

And all that loyalty, all that trust,

will no longer exist for you.

And Mike, you won't make it.

Not on your own.

And not with a little boy.

You're protecting him already?

We're protecting our interests, Mike.

I drove all through the night

to see you.

I appreciate that.

Now I suggest you drive yourself back.

Go home, Mike.

Go home and bury your wife and child.

With our blessing.

It won't be that simple.

You heard?

Dad, listen to me.

He's in the building.

-You can end this now. Take him now.

-Connor, get upstairs.

God help me.

God help me. What do I do?

You think objectively.

And you make your choice.

What would you do if Sullivan

were just some guy?

God help me.

-Make it quick.

-And the kid?

Oh, Christ. No, no.

One day the kid becomes a man...

Think he won't remember?

I said not the kid.

All right.

I know who to call.

There's a guy who's done some work

for us in the past.

He's gifted.

Excuse me, ma'am. Press. Press.

He was raping my wife.

He raped my wife.

Come on, come on,

you're treading on the evidence here.

Two minutes.

You got it, Mr. Maguire.

Harlen Maguire.

Good evening, Mr. Nitti.

Sixteen hundred.

Sixteen hundred dollars is my rate,

Mr. Nitti.

And what I make on

the photographs is mine.

No, never met him.

But I know his work.

He traveling alone?

How old?

What do I do with the kid?

Will do.

Thank you.

You remember your Aunt Sarah?

Your mom's sister?

She lives in Perdition.

She'll take you in.

Where is it?

Right by the lake.

We went there once, all of us,

when you were 4, maybe 5.

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