"There are many stories about Michael Sulli van." "Some say he was a decent man." "Some say there was no good in him at all ..." "but I once spent six weeks on the road wi th him in the winter of 1931." "This is our story." "Thank you, sir." "Much obliged to you." "Man dies in factory accident!" "Get your paper here!" "Hot off the press!" "Only five cents!" "Thanks, Mr. Miller." "Oh!" "Whatcha doin' in my heart?" "Won't you tell me when you're tired" "Of giving me your time, oh..." "I see love light in your eyes" "Plain as plain can be" "I'm in doubt..." "I'll help you with it later." "You go fetch your father." "Pa?" "Mm-hmm?" "Dinner's ready." "Thank you." "Bless us, O Lord, for these Thy gifts which we are about to receive through the bounty of Jesus Christ, our Lord." "Amen." "Amen." "Michael?" "Sir?" "It's a wake, so..." "I don't want to see those dice." "No, sir." "I don't want to go." "Come on." "It's all right." "No." "I'm scared." "Ice helps preserve the body." "So... who's got a hug for a lonely old man?" "Aw." "Now then, which is which?" "Don't help me." "Peter and Michael." "No!" "No!" "Ah." "Annie, Mike." "Good to see you." "Did you bring the necessary?" "Yes." "If you'll excuse me, I have urgent business with these young gentlemen." "Yeah!" "Winner!" "Winner!" "Call the cops!" "I know hustlers when I see 'em." "No hustle, old-timer." "Pay the man." "Upstairs... jacket pocket, in my study before I change my mind." "Hello." "Hello." "Remind me, which little Sullivan are you?" "Michael, sir." ""Sir"?" "You don't have to call me "sir."" "I'm not your pa." "No, Mr. Rooney." "Call me Connor." "No, call me..." "call me Uncle Connor." "What do you want?" "Mr. Rooney sent me to get his jacket." "You come back later, huh?" "I'm busy." "Yes... sir." "...there'll be a change in me" "My walk will be different, my talk and my name" "Nothing about me is gonna be the same...." "Hello!" "Hello!" "I want to welcome all of you to my home." "It's good to have so many friends in this house again." "Since Mary died, it's... well, it's just been me and my boy rattling around in these rooms." "I had this speech prepared, but... it would be dishonest of me to say that I knew Danny well." "But lose one of us, it hurts us all." "I'll tell you what I do remember, though and Finn will remember this, too, and that's" "Danny on the high school football team." "A championship game, down six points... ten seconds left to play, four yards to go." "Danny tackles his own quarterback." "Mistakes-- you know, we all make them, God knows." "Let's drink to Danny's honor." "Let's wake him to God and hope that he gets to heaven at least an hour before the Devil finds out he's dead." "To Danny!" "To Danny!" "And now, I would like to ask a dear and a trusted friend" "Finn McGovern, to say a few words-- words that I'll wager got more poetry than mine." "Get over here." "Thank you, John." "My brother Danny wasn't wise nor was he gentle... and with a skinful of liquor in him he was a pain in the ass but he was loyal... and brave... and he never told a lie." "He'd have enjoyed this party." "Me and the family we want to say thank you to our generous host." "Where would this town be without Mr. John Rooney?" "I've worked for you for many years now, John nearly half my life and we've never had a disagreement." "I've come to realize that you rule this town as God rules the Earth." "You know, you give and..." "you take away..." "That's lovely, lovely." "I'm gonna bury my brother, then I'm gonna deal with you." "Sure, Finn, sure." "You'll take care of all of us... once you get a good night's sleep." "He all right?" "Yeah, he's fine." "Just too much to drink." "I'll talk to him." "Take Mike with you." "No, Pa..." "Take Mike with you." "Just talk." "Nothing more." "Why are you always smiling?" "'Cause it's all so fuckin' hysterical." "Michael?" "What?" "I had a nightmare." "It was about Mr. Rooney's house." "It's just a house." "A big house." "Go back to sleep." "Is Mr. Rooney rich like the Babe?" "Richer." "Are we rich?" "No, stupid." "What's Papa's job?" "He works for Mr. Rooney." "Why?" "Well..." "Papa didn't have a father, so Mr. Rooney looked after him." "I know that, but what's his job?" "He goes on missions for Mr. Rooney." "They're very dangerous." "That's why he brings his gun." "Sometimes, even the President sends him on missions 'cause Papa was a war hero and all." "You're just making that up." "I am not." ""It's all so fuckin' hysterical."" "Peter, I can't come to your concert tonight." "I'm working." "Working at what?" "Putting food on your plate, young man." "All right, boys, come on." "Clear the plates." "Hey." "You're a good lad." "You want a shot?" "No." "We're just talking to him, right?" "Sure." "Now don't get me wrong, Finn" "I feel for you;" "I do-- but you can't let a thing like that give you cause to go mouthing off." "You and my dad-- you go back many years and he is a just man." "So, what do you say?" "Come on now, Finn." "Make this easy." "We can't hear you." "All right." "Good." "Thank you." "And I am sorry." "I'm sorry for your loss" "I'm sorry for this misunderstanding and I'm sorry your brother was such a fucking liar." "My brother was not a liar." "Excuse me?" "FINN:" "To protect my family and keep my job" "I'll stay quiet but don't think I don't know something's going on and don't think I won't find out what it is." "Whoa." "What is...?" "!" "Now, easy, easy." "Easy." "We're just talking." "You tell your father my brother never stole from him." "I've checked the books." "He never sold no booze to no one." "Every single barrel is accounted for." "Anyway, if he sold it, where's the money?" "Fuck should I know?" "!" "Did you check his mattress?" "Or maybe you should check yours." "Look, there is something immoral here." "Don't you think so, Mike?" "My beloved father throws your undeserving little brother the wake of his life and-and this, this is your "thank you"?" "What a hideous world this is." "You think you're so smart?" "You think we don't know?" "I mean, you've been spending so much time in Chicago..." "What was that?" "We're out of here." "Jesus Christ, Connor what the hell are you thinking?" "!" "What's that?" "Oh, Jesus." "Michael!" "Are you hurt?" "You saw everything?" "Jesus." "You are not to speak of this to anyone." "You understand?" "Not to anyone!" "Who's this?" "It's one of yours?" "He must have been hiding in the car." "Well, can he keep a secret?" "He's my son." "Well, that's good enough for me." "You take him home." "Think I'll walk." "Perfect night for a stroll." "Does Mama know?" "Your mother knows I love Mr. Rooney." "When we had nothing, he gave us a home-- a life-- and we owe him." "Do you understand?" "Do you understand?" "Yes." "Well, come on inside, then." "Boys... clear your plates, please." "I'll do it later." "It's time for school now-- just clear..." "It's only a plate!" "Peter." "What's he doing here?" "Michael was hiding in the car when I went out last night." "Oh, Jesus, Mike." "I've spoken to him." "It won't happen again." "Ma!" "Ma!" "Just the feller." "Our secret, right?" "Well, I'm talking about the dice." "A man of honor always pays his debts... and keeps his word." "I'm going to be late for school." "How is Michael?" "Is he okay?" "I've spoken to him." "He understands." "That's tough... seeing that for the first time." "Well, you turned out." "You can't protect him forever." "If it wasn't this, it'd be something else." "Natural law-- sons are put on this earth to trouble their fathers." "John's also made it clear that Finn McGovern's operation will be divided up locally among two territories that John will select personally." "I'd like to take this moment to thank our friend, 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-I'd like to apologize..." "You would like to apologize?" "Try again." "Gentlemen... my apologies." "Is, uh, everyone clear about bit borrowers?" "There are 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..." "I'm under house arrest for a while." "Look, I'm sorry about last night." "I am." "I was, um... you know." "All right." "Help you, sir, orjust looking?" "Here to see Tony Calvino." "Yeah?" "And who are you?" "Mike Sullivan." "Oh." "Yes, sir." "You going to frisk me?" "Should I?" "It's a good idea." "That's the only one." "And 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 things being what they are 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, uh is Mr. Rooney looking for anyone?" "You know, anyone like me, for example?" "Is there any chance you might ask him?" "Sure." "Oh, thank you, Mr. Sullivan." "Th-Thank you very much." "I appreciate it." "Oh..." "Mr. Calvino?" "Mr. Calvino, Mike Sullivan's here." "Aw, shit." "He wants to see you." "Aw, shit." "Is he packing?" "Not anymore." "All right." "Show him in." "Hey, hey, 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 pussy." "I have a letter for you from Mr. Rooney." "Am I behind again?" "Am I in trouble?" "I don't know." "Michael." "I'm gonna get you..." "Yes, you..." "No!" "What, Pa?" "I-I-I'm sorry." "Stupid!" "Oh, he would've talked." "The kid would've talked." "I'm sorry." "Goddamn you." "Goddamn you!" "I curse... the fuckin'... day... you were born." "I curse it!" "You..." "Oh, Lord." "Oh, Lord." "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..." "Don't go!" "Tomorrow, when they find out we're gone they're going to come after us." "I have to protect you now." "Please, Pa." "All right, here-- take this." "No." "I don't want it." "No." "Take it, Michael." "I don't want it." "Michael, take it." "I don't want it, Pa!" "Boy, take it!" "You got six shots." "If I'm not back in half an hour you go see Reverend Lynch at First Methodist and you tell him 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?" "$25,000." "Mr. Rooney wants you 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, Mike." "You think sticking a gun to my head is going to 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." "Would you like some coffee or, um...?" "No." "Are 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 going to 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-- and we would like nothing more than to have you come and work for us but not like this." "What you're asking me is impossible." "Is it?" "Let me explain something to you that maybe, um..." "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, and 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." "And I appreciate that... and 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?" "Mm-hmm." "Dad, listen to me." "He's in the building." "You can end this now." "You got to take him now." "Connor... get upstairs." "All right." "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 fuckin' raped my wife." "Come on." "Come on." "You're treading on the evidence here." "Two minutes." "You got it, Mr. Maguire." "Harlen Maguire." "Oh, good evening, Mr. Nitti." "Mm-hmm." "$1,600 is my rate, Mr. Nitti and what I make on the photographs is mine." "Mm..." "No, never met him, but I know his work." "He traveling alone?" "How old?" "What do I do with the kid?" "Mm-hmm." "Uh-huh." "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 four, maybe five." "It's beautiful." "You remember?" "The place with the dog." "...Anne and Peter..." "Hello?" "Sarah?" "Mike." "Oh, thank God." "I want you to know we're okay." "Where are you?" "We're on our way to your place, if that's all right." "Of course." "I'll be back there in two days." "How's Michael?" "He's all right." "How was it?" "Oh, Mike..." "Hello?" "W-We'll see you soon." "Hello, Operator?" "Yes, sir?" "I was just cut off." "Could you reconnect me?" "You hungry?" "No." "There might not be another diner for a while." "So, you should have something to eat." "I'm not hungry." "I just want to read." "Slow night, huh?" "You kidding?" "This is busy." "What can I get you?" "You got a special?" "Everything's special." "Is that so?" "Everything except the food." ""Everything except the food"?" "You ought to be on the stage." "Don't I know it." "Give me some of that, uh, honey-dipped fried chicken and a black coffee." "Duck soup." "Don't mind me, sir." "It's a free country." "Used to be anyhow." "No, thank you, sir." "Is that, uh... your profession or..." "your pleasure?" "Both, I guess." "To be paid to do what you love-- ain't that the dream?" "I guess so." "Yourself?" "I'm a salesman." "Machine parts." "Machine parts." "That's wonderful." "I assure you, it is not." "So, who do you work for?" "Can you keep a secret?" "I'm press." "Which, uh... which paper?" "All over." "I'm something of a rarity." "How's that?" "I shoot the dead." "Dead bodies, that is." "I don't kill them." "I sure hope not." "Always fascinated me-- the look of them." "You know?" "You ever seen one?" "Yeah." "Sorry for you." "Terrible thing... but it sure makes you feel alive, don't it?" "I'll drink to that." "Stuff makes you sweat, huh?" "Yeah, yeah." "Yeah, piss, too." "Uh, excuse me, ma'am, can you, uh... can you help me out here?" "Just through here." "Hey... look out there." "Whew..." "Thanks, Ruby." "RUBY:" "Good night." "Forgot to leave a tip." "Get down!" "Why?" "What's going on?" "Get down!" "Hey, what do you think you're...?" "Get out of the car." "Get out of the car!" "When I say get down, you get down." "You don't ask questions." "When I say we're stopping to eat you stay with me." "You listen to me from now on!" "Or you start taking care of yourself." "I can take care of myself fine!" "You never wanted me along anyway." "You think it's my fault this happened!" "Stop it, Michael." "It was not your fault!" "None of this is your fault!" "Just take me to Aunt Sarah's." "I can't take you there... not now." "Why?" "He knows that's where we're going." "So, what are you going to do?" "Something I can't do alone." "You have to listen to me now... okay?" "Or else both of us are dead." "I have to make Capone give up Connor." "Now, there's one thing Chicago loves more than anything and that's their money." "They've got banks all over the state." "We're going to have to find it and take it." "Are you going to help me?" "Yes." "Then I have to teach you something." "Now, you know what the clutch is?" "Sure I know what the clutch is." "What is the clutch?" "The clutch, it, uh... it clutches." "Right, it clutches." "Which of those pedals is the clutch?" "That's the gas." "Gas." "Let me show you." "There, right there." "See?" "Here's the clutch and it does the clutching." "Let's go again." "Release gas... clutch... shift gear... hit gas... and shift." "Can I make one suggestion?" "No." "I'm doing this." "Okay, 45 miles an hour, that's a little fast." "Look out for the tractor, Mike." "Michael..." "look out for the tractor." "You're coming up now." "Watch out for the tractor." "Watch out for the tractor!" "Watch out for the tractor!" "We made it." "Oh, yeah, yeah." "We made it." "No more excuses." "I've told you once; now I'm telling you again..." "Excuse me, I'm looking for a Mr. McDougal." "Just one moment." "Well, this is a pleasant surprise." "I wasn't expecting another deposit until the end of the month." "Actually, I'm making a withdrawal." "I want dirty money only-- everything you're holding for Capone that's off the books." "Open the safe." "You're insane." "Do you know they'll find out who you are?" "The name's Sullivan." "You want me to spell it?" "Open the box." "They'll kill you." "They're animals." "You don't say." "Put it in." "Nuh..." "That's for you." "Call it a handling charge." "Tell Chicago I took it but if I read about this in the papers if I read about the savings of some innocent farmers being wiped out by a heartless bank robber, I won't be happy." "Good afternoon." "You really trust me not to say anything?" "Always trust a bank manager." "There's no rush." "Coffee?" "Thank you." "So what brings you guys to the middle of nowhere?" "We're bank robbers." "We're just passing through." "So when do I get my share of the money?" "Well... how much do you want?" "$200." "Okay." "Deal." "Could I have had more?" "You'll never know." "Come on..." "Come on..." "How much did they take?" "How much?" "!" "Okay, answer me this:" "What are we paying you for?" "Get out of my way!" "Get out of the way!" "Where's my father?" "What the fuck is this?" "Why is no one talking to me?" "Hold on." "I feel like a fucking prisoner." "I told you, you are not a prisoner." "You are being protected." "This is what your father wants." "I can look after myself." "No, you can't." "This is the point." "You're a big baby who doesn't know his thumb from his dick." "Fuck you." "Listen, sonny, the only reason you're still alive is because you're John Rooney's son." "You're being a little shortsighted here, Frank." "My father is an old man." "I am the future." "So don't you ever talk to me that way again." "Maguire, do what you have to." "Find them!" "I'm sorry, Mr. Sullivan." "There is no money." "No..." "No, no, I-I can get you money." "I-I just... it won't be Chicago's." "They took it all out two days ago." "Who authorized it?" "The accountant." "What's his name?" "This is Mr. Rance in the bridal suite and before you proffer your phony congratulations there is no Mrs. Rance residing with me and I'm all the better for it." "Now listen carefully because I am in no mood." "I'm going to say this only once." "I would like a boiled egg, and I want it runny." "Pa, can we sleep in a motel room tonight instead of the car?" "Yeah, that would be nice." "How many more days you gonna want me, mister?" "Can't we close the curtains, even for a little while?" "I can't get no sleep with all that light." "Remember, if you see anything, you hit that horn twice and you don't get out of the car, no matter what." "Bye." "Ready?" "I'm ready." "Yes, sir." "Right away, sir." "Runny." "Hmm." "It's open." "Top marks for speed." "No marks for cookery." "What, may I ask, do you call this?" "Put it down." "Mr. Sullivan." "Mr. Rance." "How did you find me?" "This is the best hotel in the area and you are so very..." "particular." "Yes, indeed, Mr. Sullivan." "May I ask you to lower your weapon?" "Thank you." "Now what do you want?" "Information." "I can't give you the files." "All right, all right." "They're in the next room." "In here." "Bring it in." "I won't be able to see." "What do you think you're going to accomplish by interfering with our business, Mr. Sullivan?" "This has nothing to do with your business." "It's all business." "That's what you fail to grasp." "And in business, you must have something to trade and you, Mr. Sullivan, have nothing to trade especially not for anyone as valuable as Connor Rooney." "I don't understand." "Opening bell on Wall Street." "Come on." "Open it." "Which one is it?" "No, no, that's not it." "Tried that one already." "Better start over." "You got one more try." "Oh, here it is." "I'm okay!" "I'm okay!" "Just watch the road!" "Pa!" "Pa, are you okay?" "Pa!" "Pa!" "Help!" "Help us!" "Help!" "Help!" "Help us!" "When are you two heading out?" "I know we've stayed long enough." "I don't want to 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 want to 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... m-m-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 want to talk." "Here?" "Downstairs." "I didn't think I'd see you again." "Read this." "Connor's been stealing from you for years." "He's kept 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're not going to need him anymore." "This ends with Connor dead, no matter what." "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 and 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 going to do?" "Just one last thing, and then it's done." "Go back to bed, Michael." "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." "Hey..." "I knew there was a dog." "Sarah?" "It's me, Mike." "We're here." "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." "Hold on." "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..." "... andthatwas the lasttime  I ever held a gun." "People always thought I grew up on a farm..." "and I guess..." "in a way..." "I did..." "... butI livedalifetime before that in those six weeks on the road in the winter of 1931." "When people ask me if Michael Sulli van was a good man or if there was just no good in him at all" "I always gi ve the same answer." "I just tell them..." "he was my father." "Edited by Cghabib,Malaysia"