Road To Perdition Page #4

Better start over.

You got one more try.

There it is.

I'm okay. Watch the road!

Pa! Pa, are you okay?

Pa!

Pa!

Help!

Help us!

Help!

Help!

Help us!

When are you two heading out?

We've stayed long enough.

We don't wanna cause you any trouble.

No trouble so far.

He's a good worker.

You have any kids?

No.

We met too late.

He dotes on you.

You don't see it.

Hello.

I had a bad dream.

You wanna talk about it?

Well, come on in. Take a seat...

...if you want.

Math, huh?

Yeah.

I always hated it.

Me too.

So, what do you like?

Huh?

What subjects do you like...?

Did you like in school?

Bible history, maybe.

Why?

I like the stories.

Peter was good at math.

Was he?

Did you like Peter more than me?

No.

No, Michael.

I loved you both the same.

But you were...

You were different with me.

Was I?

Well...

Maybe it was because Peter was just

such a sweet boy, you know?

And you...

You were more like me.

And I didn't want you to be.

I didn't mean to be...

...different.

Okay.

Good night, Pa.

Good night.

Michael, wake up.

Get your things.

We're leaving.

We left you something.

Hello, John.

You're a smart man, Michael.

I wanna talk.

Here?

Downstairs.

I didn't think I'd see you again.

Read this.

Connor's been stealing from you

for years.

He keeps accounts open under the names

of dead men. Men like the McGoverns.

I stood there and helped him

kill Finn to line his own pockets.

I thought I was working for you,

but I wasn't.

You think I'd give up my son?

He was betraying you.

I know.

Now, listen to me.

I tried to avoid more bloodshed.

You wouldn't accept that...

...so I did what was necessary.

But I've always loved you like a son.

And now I'm telling you,

leave before it's too late.

Think.

Think.

They're protecting him now, but when

you're gone, they won't need him.

-This ends with Connor dead regardless.

-That may be...

...but you are asking me...

...to give you the key to his room

so you can walk in...

...put a gun to his head

and pull the trigger. I can't do that.

-He murdered Annie and Peter.

-There are only murderers in this room.

Michael, open your eyes.

This is the life we chose,

the life we lead.

And there is only one guarantee:

None of us will see heaven.

Michael could.

Then do everything that you can

to see that that happens.

Leave.

I'm begging you.

It's the only way.

And if I go?

Then...

...I will mourn...

...the son I lost.

What are you gonna do?

Just one last thing,

and then it's done.

Go back to bed, Michael.

I'm glad it's you.

I'm glad it's you.

I understand.

But then Al wants your assurance

that after that, it's over.

The Lexington Hotel, room 1432.

Is that the house?

That's it.

I knew there was a dog.

Sarah? It's me, Mike.

We're here.

Smile.

Give me the gun.

Michael.

Michael...

...don't you do this.

Give me the gun, Michael.

Come on.

Give me the gun.

I couldn't do it.

I know.

-Pa.

-I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Pa.

Pa!

Pa!

Pa!

Pa! Pa!

I saw then

that my father's only fear...

...was that his son

would follow the same road.

And that was the last time

I ever held a gun.

People always thought

I grew up on a farm.

And I guess, in a way, I did.

But I lived a lifetime before that...

...in those six weeks on the road...

...in the winter of 1931.

When people ask me if Michael Sullivan

was a good man...

...or if there was just no good

in him at all...

...I always give the same answer.

I just tell them:

"He was my father."

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