Road To Perdition Page #3

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.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes