A Fighting Man Page #3

- I'll talk to Sailor.

- Yup.

- Hey, I want a piece of the kid.

- Not going to happen, man.

- Well, we'll see.

- Yeah, yeah.

Why should we bother

to go see the doctor?

What's there to talk about?

If you're dying, you're dying.

I know I'm dying.

How do you know?

Tell me you wouldn't know if you

were rotting from the inside out.

It's cancer.

Cancer, rot, no difference.

Ma...

Aw. Don't get all melancholy on me.

I think it'd be good if you and I

went and saw a doctor together.

- Yeah, well, you go see him if you want.

- Ma, there may be some pain.

How long did he say I have?

- Ma.

- Oh, don't be such a baby.

How long did he say I have?

Six months.

I'm sorry.

Sorry for what?

No one's getting out alive.

Is there anything I can do for you?

Well, it might be nice to take one

last trip to Ireland before it comes.

That'd be nice. Maybe you and me.

Yeah.

King, come on.

Go box. Go box!

Let's go home.

She's been in for five years.

She's asked me to be there

- for her parole hearing.

- You gonna go?

I don't know.

I've gotten to know her a lot better

through the letters that she sent me.

She wants to speak with

you if she gets out.

I can't do that.

You can try.

Sean, I don't have it in me.

Sailor, her loss is

as great as yours.

Is it?

I'm sorry. Loss can't be measured.

No. No, it can't.

Do you want her to

continue to suffer?

Do you

want her to continue to suffer?

Yeah. I think I do.

Don't you think she's

suffered enough?

Sean, I thought we agreed,

you can't measure suffering.

Do you have no pity for her?

You know, my ma has a

saying about pity:

Pity arrests the heart

and unites it with those

who have wronged us.

I need to go see Rose.

Won't do any good,

she's at war with God.

Yeah.

You taking confessions

today, Father?

You have nothing to confess,

other than what we

just talked about.

Yes.

I'm remorseful, yes.

And I know what that

means, really means.

I violated the most basic

and primary of relationships.

Destroyed the lives that

were entrusted to me.

I'm a ghost.

Haunting of what's left of life,

until there is no life.

But the pain I suffer

is nothing compared

to the pain I caused.

Quit pushing. Quit

pushing there, King.

- We shouldn't have let him do this.

- It's done. Forget it.

Thank you again for seeing me.

The mayor has got an

election coming up,

and he would really love

to have your support.

Thanks. Well, you tell him

to come see me himself.

Well, you know, the mayor,

he's... He's a very busy man.

Oh. Oh, Well... Heh.

Thank God. Thank God that I

have absolutely nothing to do.

And the truth is, I don't

believe in politics.

You don't? Well, what do

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