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She shivers in the wind like the last leaf on a dying tree.

I let her hear my footsteps

She only goes stiff for a moment

Care for a smoke?

Sure I'll take one

Are you as bored by that crowd as I am?

I didn't come here for the party I came here for you

I've watched you for days

You're everything a man could ever want

it's not just your face,

your figure, or your voice

it's your eyes

All the things I see in your eyes

What is it you see in my eyes?

I see a crazy calm

You're sick of running

You're ready to face what you have to face

But you don't want to face it alone

No

I don't want to face it alone

The wind rises electric

She's soft and warm and almost weightless

Her perfume a sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes

I tell her that everything will be all right

That I'll save her from whatever she's scared of and take her far, far away

I tell her I love her.

The silencer makes a whisper of the gunshot.

I hold her close until she's gone.

I'll never know what she was running from.

I'll cash her check in the morning.

Just one hour to go. My last day on the job.

Early retirement. Not my idea.

Doctor's orders. Heart condition.

"Angina" he calls it.

I'm polishing my badge and getting myself used to the idea of saying goodbye to it.

It. And the 30-odd years of protecting and serving and tears

and the blood and terror and triumph it represents.

I'm thinking about Eileen's slow smile.

About the thick, fat steaks she picked up at the butcher's today.

And I'm thinking about the one loose end I haven't tied up.

A young girl who's out there somewhere.

Helpless in the hands of a drooling lunatic.

Damn it, Hartigan, I won't let you do this You're gonna get yourself killed

You're gonna get us both killed I won't let you. I'm warnin' you.

Let go of my coat, Bob

You're draggin' me down with you

I'm your partner They can kill me, too

I ain't puttin' up with that. I'm gettin' on the horn and calling for backup

Sure, Bob We'll just wait

Sit on our hands while that Roark brat gets

his sick thrills with victim number four

Victim number four

Nancy Callahan, age 11

And she'll be raped and slashed to ribbons

And that backup that we're waitin' on will just so happen to show up

just late enough for Roark to get back to his US Senator daddy

Take a deep breath, Hartigan

Settle down and think straight

You're pushin' 60 and you got a bum ticker

You ain't savin' anyone

You got a great attitude, Bob

Real credit to the force, you are

Eileen's at home waitin' for you Think about Eileen

Heck, Bob,

maybe you are right

I'm glad to hear you're finally talkin' sense

Hell of a way to end a partnership.

Hell of a way to start my retirement.

Nancy Callahan. Age 11.

For all I know. She's dead already.

You've been a very good girl, Nancy

You've been very quiet

Don't be scared

We're gonna be taking you home really soon

But first, we're going to introduce you to somebody

He's a very nice man

Halfway to the warehouse where Weevil said they took her. And it hits.

Wicked spot of indigestion.

At least that's what I pray it is.

Light-hearted and momentary digression

The briefest indulge-ment in automotive pleasure

For cheap thrills Such short-lived durability, Mr. Shlubb

You would risk engender-ating ill will on the part of our employers

Burt Shlubb and Douglas Klump -

two any-dirty-job-there-is thugs with delusions of eloquence.

This Jaguar you so pinheadedly covet -

temporarily remanded to our custody though it may be -

remains the property of the son of Senator Roark

Gotta keep this quiet. Take 'em down fast.

A single dent, the merest scratch thereupon,

and the before-mentioned consequences of which I so recently made mention

shall surely be athwart us

Catch your breath. Give your heart time to slow down.

But it won't slow down.

Get over it.

She needs you.

We're all done here, Benny

Let's give them some time together Give them some privacy

Be with you in a minute, Lenny

I'm just making sure they get along really well

And what kind of beast couldn't get along with a precious little girl like this?

You must be awfully scared now

But you've got nothing to be scared of

All we're gonna do is have a nice little talk

That's all. Just a nice talk Just you and me

Don't you cry now

Doctor said it'd be like this.

Just take the pill he gave you.

No need to play it quiet.

Not anymore.

Breathe steady. Old man. Prove you're not completely useless.

What the hell? Go out with a bang.

He likes to hear 'em scream.

I've seen his victims and their twisted little faces.

All wide-mouthed and bug-eyed. Frozen in their last horrible moment of living.

No screams. Either I'm just in time. Or I'm way too late.

It's nothing. Barely a flesh wound. On your feet. Old man.

Roark Give it up

Let the girl go

You can't do a goddamn thing to me, Hartigan

You know who I am

You know who my father is

You can't touch me, you piece-of-shit cop

Look at you. You can't even lift that cannon you're carrying

Sure, I can

Cover your eyes, Nancy I don't want you watching this

I mean it, baby Cover your eyes right now

I take his weapons away.

Both of them.

Hell of a way to end a partnership.

For God's sakes, don't make it any worse

- Don't make me kill you - Doin' fine, Bob

Never better

I'm ready to kick your ass

Keep him talking, buy time.

Just a few more minutes. Just till the backup gets here.

Sit down and stay down I'll kill you if I have to

Keep his mind off the girl - skinny little Nancy

He can't kill her once the backup gets here.

Run home, Nancy. Run for your life.

Hey. Don't listen to him he's a crazy man.

- What a tough man you are, huh? - You stay right where you're at

You shoot your partner in the back..

Then you try to scare a little girl

Maybe I'll pull my spare rod, plug you a couple of times, show you how it's done

We could've worked something out, but you've blown that

Sit down or I'll blast you in half

- You're so slow, you'll never stop me - Sit down

You'll never be able to stop me

I finally sit down. Just like you told me to.

The sirens are close now.

She'll be safe.

Things go dark. I don't mind much.

Getting sleepy. It's OK.

She'll be safe.

An old man dies,.

A little girl lives.

Fair trade.

The night is hot as hell.

It's a lousy room in a lousy part of a lousy town.

I'm staring at a goddess.

She's telling me she wants me.

I'm not gonna waste one more second wondering how I've gotten so lucky.

I want you.

She smells like angels ought to smell.

The perfect woman.

The goddess.

I need you

Goldie.

She says her name is Goldie.

Three hours later and my head is feeling several sizes too big.

And that cold thing happens to my stomach.

And I realize Goldie's dead. Not a mark on her.

You'd have to check her pulse or notice those perfect breasts of hers

aren't moving like they would if she was breathing.

She was murdered and I was right here when it happened.

Lying next to her. Stone drunk. Just like she was.

Damn it, Goldie. Who were you and who wanted you dead?

Who were you besides an angel of mercyy,

giving a two-time loser like me the night of his life?

It sure as hell wasn't my looks.

So why the sleazy saloon?

Why the kindness, Goldie?

The cops - they're telling me too much.

Showing up before anybody but me and the killer

could know there's been a murder.

Somebody paid good money for this frame.

No reason at all to play it quiet.

No reason to play it any way but my way.

Whoever killed you is gonna pay, Goldie.

Open up, police!

I'll be right out

I don't know why you died, Goldie.

I don't know why and I don't know how I never even met you before tonight.

But you were a friend and more when I needed one.

And when I find out who did it.

It won't be quick and quiet like it was with you.

It'll be loud and nasty - my kind of kill.

And when his eyes go dead. The hell I send him to

will seem like heaven after what I've done to him.

I love you, Goldie.

Claire?

Now, don't worry Lucille, I was just grazed

- You got any beers around this place? - No way am I giving you any alcohol

Besides, it's not what you came here for anyway, is it?

No

Go ahead You're worse without 'em

Thanks You're the best

Lucille's my parole officer.

She's a dyke, but God knows why.

With that body of hers she could have any man she wants.

The pills come from a girlfriend who's a shrink.

She tried to analyze me once but she got too scared.

Haven't seen you like this in a while

- Got in a fight with some cops

- Didn't happen to kill any of them, did ya?

Not that I know of. But they know they've been in a fight, that's for damn sure

How the hell do you suppose I'm gonna square this with the board?

There ain't no squaring it Not this time

This isn't some barroom brawl

Or some creep with a gas can trying to torch someone

Hey, hey this is big

- Settle down, Marv. Take another pill - Hey, there ain't no settlin' down

This is blood for blood, and by the gallons

This is the old days and the bad days, the all-or-nothing days

They're back There's no choices left

And I'm ready for war

Prison was hell for you, Marv it's gonna be life this time

Hell's waking up every goddamn day and not even knowing why you're here

But I'm out now

it took somebody who was kind to me getting killed to do it

But I'm out I know exactly what I gotta do

So you were scared. Weren't you Goldie?

Somebody wanted you dead and you knew it.

So you hit the saloons. The bad places

looking for the biggest, meanest lug around and finding me

Well. I'm gonna find that son of a bitch that killed you.

And I'm gonna give him the hard goodbye.

Walk down the right back alley in Sin City..

- Leave your hands off Nancy. - .. and you could find anything.

That coat looks like Baghdad

So does your face Take off!

He's new here, Marv He didn't know

Kadie's is my kind of joint.

Nancy's just getting started with her gig, but already the crowd's breathing hard.

Plenty of nights I've drooled over Nancy.

Shoulder to shoulder with all the other losers like me.

But that's not what I'm lookin' for tonight.

What'll it be, Marv?

A shot and a brew, Shellie, and keep 'em comin'

Sure, honey You take it slow, now

Most people think Marv is crazy.

He just had the rotten luck of being born in the wrong century.

He'd be right at home on some ancient battlefield.

Swinging an axe into somebody's face.

Or in a Roman arena taking a sword to other gladiators like him.

They'd have tossed him girls like Nancy back then.

Show's over, dickwad Drink up

Now, that's one fine-looking coat you're wearing there

Your killin' days are over, you over-the-hill, do-gooder son of a bitch

I love hit men. No matter what you do to them, you don't feel bad

- Take it off - What?

Fine coat like that and you're bleeding all over it.

All right, it's all yours Oh, God!

It wasn't you losers who killed Goldie

The guy who did that, he knew what he was doing

So tell me, man, who sent you?

I don't hear you giving me any names

So I guess when I shot you in the belly I aimed a little too high

You keep holding out on me like this, and I'm gonna have to get really nasty

it was Telly.. Telly Stern passed me the order

He runs the tables over to the Triple Ace Club

Thanks again

Then the damnedest thing happens.

For a second. I smell the angel smell that belonged to my Goldie.

Just need my medicine. Is all.

Bastard

You're gonna pay for what you did to me

Feel like talking, Louie?

How many got paid off for the frame, Louie?

How many for the kill?

It was Connelly He set me up

He'll never talk

I don't know about you, but I'm havin' a ball

Connelly talks. They all talk.

And what have been your sins, my son?

Well, Padre, I don't want to keep you up all night,

so I'll just fill you in on the latest batch

These here hands of mine, they got blood all over 'em

You're speaking figuratively

When I need to find something out, I just go out and look for somebody

that knows more than me, and I go and I ask them

Sometimes, I ask pretty hard

By way of a "for instance", I killed three men tonight

Tortured 'em first

You might say I been working my way up the food chain

First two were minnows - small-time messengers

But it was Connelly, the money man, who fingered you, Padre

Dear Lord, man, this is a house of God

Just give me a damn name

- Roark - You really are pushing your luck, Padre,

feeding me garbage like that

it can't be that big

There's a farm at North Cross and Lennox

it's all there Find out for yourself

And while you're at it,

ask yourself if that corpse of a slut is worth dying for

Worth dying for.

Worth killing for.

Worth going to hell for.

Amen

His keys say the padre drove a Mercedes.

Or at least that's what they're passing off as a Mercedes these days.

Modern cars - they all look like electric shavers.

Goldie

it couldn't be Goldie

It's my own fault and nobody else's. That I got confused.

I've been having so much fun I forgot to take my medicine.

That wasn't Goldie back there.

Goldie's dead.

And that's the whole reason that I've been doing what I've been doing.

When you got a condition. It's bad to forget your medicine.

The cold thing-It creeps into my gut and tells me one more time it won't let go.

This is a bad place this farm.

People have died here..

the wrong way.

I don't want to fight, pooch

I got no gripe with you

Easy, boy

No way I was gonna use my gun on you, Buddy.

It's whoever owns you I'm curious about.

Because there's blood on your breath, and I think I know what kind.

So I sniff around to see what's buried.

Here we go

It's impossible. Nobody can sneak up on me.

I go blind. Not a sound. Nobody's that quiet.

Nobody except the one who snuck into that hotel room two nights ago.

It was you, you bastard You killed her

You killed Goldie

it was..

I blew it, Goldie.

I found your killer, but he was better than me.

Too quiet. Too quick.

A killer born.

Why didn't he finish the job?

He keeps the heads He eats the rest

- Lucille? - It's not just that wolf of his

The wolf just gets scraps

Bones

it's him

He eats people

- He cooks them like they were steaks - Let's get you warm

Just like they were steaks

Now he's got both of us

it's all right Take a nice, slow breath

Just look at the heads on the wall

The heads on the wall

The heads on the wall

Son of a bitch! He kept smiling that damned smile

He made me watch him suck the meat off my fingers

- He made me watch - Oh, Jesus

He made me watch

Christ, I could use a cigarette

Dames. Sometimes all they gotta do is let it out.

And a few buckets later. There's no way you'd know.

You've brought us some big trouble this time, Marv

Whoever's behind this whole thing has his connections right in the department

Any leads?

One guy I talked to told me it was Roark running the show

Whoever it is, he knew I was checking out that hooker almost before I did

- What hooker? - The one you've been obsessing over

The dead one

Goldie

I didn't know she was a hooker

Doesn't make any difference about anything

- But I didn't know that - She was high-class stuff

She must have shown you quite a time

Quiet There's a car coming

Kevin

All I've got is a face.. and a name.

I'll see you later, Kevin

Let's go

They're done checking the house.

They're coming this way

Bastards I'll show them

You're not gonna get either of us killed, Marv

No, don't shoot Please

Listen to me I'm his parole officer

He's unconscious and unarmed,

so there's no need to kill him

Captain, the target - there's no sign of him

Here's a sign

That there is one damn fine coat you're wearing

I keep coming back to that cop I just killed and what he told me.

I was pretty steamed about what he'd done to Lucille.

So I took my time with that son of a bitch.

It wasn't till I showed him all those pieces of himself that he said it.

Just a name - Patrick Henry Roark. Man of the cloth.

Could've become president, but he chose to serve God.

Along the way he happened to become the most powerful man in the state.

He's brought down mayors and governors like they were nothing.

He even made his rotten brother a US senator without breaking a sweat.

And here he's gonna get killed in the name of a dead hooker.

I'm getting used to the idea. More and more I'm liking the sound of it.

Then it hits me like a kick in the nuts.

What if I'm wrong?

I've got a condition.

I get confused sometimes.

And with Lucille dead I can't get my medicine.

What if I've imagined all of this?

What if I've finally turned into what they've always said I was gonna turn into?

A maniac.

A psycho killer.

Can't kill a man without knowing for sure you ought to.

I've gotta know for sure.

The merchandise is on display by the time I make my way to Old Town.

For an hour or so I asked around about Goldie.

I don't get any answers, but I know I'm bound to.

Lucille said Goldie was a hooker

And if she was, she has roots here..

Friends.. maybe even family.

You can't be Goldie Goldie's dead

Goldie Yeah, sure, right

I haven't eaten anything or taken my medicine for days now

No wonder I'm seeing things

Bastard

He's crazy

Hit him again, Wendy Harder

Wait a minute Why did she call you Wendy?

Because that's my name, you ape

Goldie was my sister My twin sister

I guess she was the nice one

Goldie and the other six - where are they?

What did you do to them?

You crazy goddamn broad

Just take a look at this mug

Would any of you dames let me get close enough to you to kill you?

None of you would, but Goldie

And she only did because she thought I could protect her

And I'll bet those cops didn't do a damn thing about those other girls, did they?

But as soon as they had me for a fall guy, they showed up, guns blazing

But they didn't get me, and I've been killing my way to the truth ever since

So, go ahead, doll

Shoot me now, or get the hell out of my way

Aw, nuts

OK, I'm glad we got all that sorted out

- What the hell? - I tied those knots. That's my specialty

You sat there and took it,

when you could've taken my gun away from me any time you wanted to

Well, sure. I thought I might be able to talk some sense into you

And I probably would have had to paste you one,

and I don't hurt girls

I need a pair of handcuffs

What style do you want? I got a collection

Just give him the ones you got with you, Gail

it was a farm boy named Kevin who killed Goldie,

but it was Cardinal Roark who was behind it, and I don't know why

I know that sounds crazy

No, it doesn't Goldie worked the clergy

Just like that, a whopper of a puzzle piece falls smack in my lap

I'm too dumb to put the whole picture together yet.

But she fires up two cigarettes and hands me one. And I taste her lipstick on it.

And suddenly, my heart's pounding so loud I can't hear anything else.

I want to reach over and touch her and taste Goldie's sweat one more time.

But she isn't Goldie.

Yeah. Yeah. This'll do.

I'm also gonna be needing a dozen two-foot lengths of this rubber tubing..

and a spool of razor wire..

and a pair of those special gloves that'll let me handle the wire

Beefing up the old home security, huh?

You can bet your ass

She was my sister, so I'm in this one to the end

But why are you willing to go up against Roark for someone you barely knew?

She was nice to me, gave me something I didn't even know existed

I wasn't never even able to buy a woman

You know, the way I look

I take my mind off her and I crawl back inside myself.

It's almost killing time, and I'd better get sharp.

I check the list - rubber tubing, Gas, Saw,

Gloves, Cuffs, Razor wire, Hatchet,

Gladys, and my mitts.

- We're close enough. Pull over - Yes, Marv

Keep the engine runnin'

if I'm not back in 20 minutes, you get the hell outta here and don't look back

Kill him for me, Marv

Kill him good

I won't let you down, Goldie

Heading downstairs to the kitchen.

Getting himself a midnight snack, and I can guess what kind.

Come on, you son of a bitch

Damn. He's slick.

Ls that the best you can do, creep?

That's right. Get personal. Get close. I can take it.

I got you, you little bastard Let's see you hop around now

I try to slow my heart down and breathe the fire out of my lungs.

My muscles make me a thousand promises of pain to come.

Let me do it, Marv She was my sister. Let me finish him

You wasn't supposed to come down here, Wendy

Oh, but I want to..

I'm sorry Kid, but I haven't even started with this creep.

And I don't want you watching the rest. It'll give you nightmares.

God, I gotta tell you, I'm good and bushed

And it's not that fight of ours that did me in, either

it's all that sawing and tying

it's not as easy as it looks

Could have been a real mess around here if I didn't have that tubing for tourniquets

I gotta admit, there was a spurt or two,

to get the scent in the air, to get that friend of yours to come running

Well, what do you know?

Look who's here

Here he comes

That's a good dog

He doesn't scream. Not even when the mutt's had its fill

and Kevin's guts are lying all over the place.

Somehow the bastard is still alive. Still staring at me.

Not even when I grab the saw and finish the job.

He never screams.

I put in a call to Kadie's and ask Nancy to get her clothes on

and meet me at her place. She says "Yes" like always.

Hey, Nancy, you got any beers?

Sure, Marv Who's the babe?

There isn't much of anything Nancy wouldn't do for me.

Not since a year back when a frat boy roughed her up

and I straightened him out but good.

It really gets my goat when guys rough up dames.

So, what do you want me to do with her?

Well, your best bet is drive her all the way up to Sacred Oaks

What about you? Are you leaving town?

Hell, no I like it here

I hot-wire a parked cab and stay under the speed limit

so as not to get any attention.

My head starts to clear. Things start to make sense.

I owe you, Goldie.

I owe you one and I'm gonna pay up.

So, if going after Roark means dying.. Win or lose..

hell, I'll die laughing if I know I've done this one thing right.

Quiet as a grave out here No sign of target

All right. Keep a lookout.

- Kevin? - What's left of him, anyways

The dog ate the rest

Oh, my God You monster

You demon

Don't scream or I'll plug you

He had the voice of an angel, yet he spoke only to me

And he's dead now because of one stupid whore

it's not a real good idea for you to talk about Goldie that way while I'm around

When he came to me..

He was a tormented boy

Tormented by guilt

I tried to counsel him

But the eating - it filled him with white light

Tearful, he swore to me that he felt the touch of God Almighty

What the hell do you know?

I know it's pretty damn weird to eat people

He didn't just eat their bodies,

he ate their souls

And I joined in

They were all whores

Nobody cared for them Nobody missed them

And then your Goldie almost ruined everything

She stayed in public places.

And then with you.

You were so convenient.

You had broke a mans jaw that very night.

Who would believe a thug like you?

Kevin killed her.

I ordered the police in for you, but you wouldn't be caught.

You wouldn't stop.

And now he's dead and you're here to..

eliminate me.

Will that give you satisfaction, my son?

Killing a helpless old fart?

The killing, no

No satisfaction

Everything up until the killing will be a gas

Kevin,

we're going home

You can scream now if you want to

It's beautiful, Goldie. It's just like I promised. Only better.

And when his eyes go dead.

The hell I sent him to must seem like heaven after what I've done to him.

- Freeze! - Oh, my God!

Ahh Jerks. They should've shot me in the head, and enough times to make sure.

It's so stupid.

Everybody knows what's coming, but they go through the motions anyway.

What a waste of time.

Months fall off the calendar while I breathe and eat through tubes.

Night after night, I wait for somebody to come and finish me off.

After a while, I realize it's not gonna be so easy as that.

I'm on my feet for about ten minutes

before the cops kick them out from under me.

They don't ask me any questions.

They just keep knocking the crap out of me and waving a confession in my face.

And I keep spitting blood all over it

and laughing at how many fresh copies they come up with.

Then along comes this worm assistant

district attorney who turns the recorder off

and says if I don't sign their confession they'll kill my mom.

I break his arm in three places and I sign it.

From then on It's the circus everybody wants it to be.

They nail me for the works - not just the people I did kill.

But even Lucille and the girls that Roark and Kevin ate.

And even Goldie.

The judge is all fire and brimstone when she hands down the sentence.

Midnight and my death are only a few hours away..

when I get my first surprise in 18 months.

My only visitor.

I'm ready for anything but that scent.

I got 'em for you good, didn't I, Goldie?

I'm sorry, Wendy, I got confused again

Just seeing you like this

You can call me Goldie

She smells like angels ought to smell.

The perfect woman.

The goddess.

Goldie.

She says her name is Goldie.

They fix me a pretty decent steak for my last meal.

They even throw in a brew. It's the first I've had since back at Nancy's.

Then they shave my head and fix me with a rubber diaper and get to it.

And it's about damned time. If you ask me.

"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death.."

Would you get a move on? I haven't got all night

You heard the man Hit it

Is that the best you can do, you pansies?

He's gone

Forget it, man

You can bang on that door all night if you want to

There is no way in hell I'm letting you in

I can't believe you're doing this to me, Shellie

Everything we've shared - it has to mean something to you

it meant plenty

Plenty of lost pay on account of how nobody wants to flirt with a waitress

whose face is all purple and swollen up with bruises

I know you're angry, baby

And I forgive you for that without you even asking me to

There's a difference between getting honked off

at a guy who's generally not so bad,

and finding out that you've been sweet-talked by a total jerk loser

who skips out on a wife that he doesn't even tell you about

every time he gets drunk, which is way too often

Especially the kind of total jerk loser

who has to beat up on a girl to make himself feel like a man

That hurt, Shellie

it's one thing for you to play hard to get,

but don't go trying to cut my nuts off

I am impossible to get

Do yourself a favour, Jackie Boy, and get help, like a shrink

Get help and get lost

Just open the door

Go ahead and open the door, Shellie I'll take care of this

Just open the door and you'll see how wrong you've been about me

Oblige him, Shellie I'm ready for him

No! If he knew that you were here with me, you don't know how bad this could get

This clown's got a big, mean drunk on

And he's got four friends out there in the hall,

breathing hard and just as drunk as he is

Hey, I could swear I heard somebody in there with you just now

Somebody! Jackie Boy, it's a regular African love fest in here

- I'm no racist - I mean, I got me all five starters,

and half the bench of the Basin City Blues keeping me company

You feel like taking them on?

You are teasing me, baby

Some of my best friends..

But you're really pushing my buttons,

and the whole time you've been doing me like this,

I've been too polite to point out that at any time I want to,

I could kick this damn door to splinters

OK, baby, you know what I can do

- You know what I can do. One, two.. - All right, then

All right All right, all right

Troops, make yourself at home

You brought your whole pack with you?

None of these bozos got lives, they gotta hang out with you?

You're gonna love this, baby

You're gonna call up some of your friends who work the saloon

With you and the bunch of us, we're gonna hit every joint in town,

and it's gonna be great

I ain't calling up nobody

That's a man's shirt, and I'm sure as hell it ain't one of mine

You got somebody's love stink all over you

You've been with another man and you've been with him tonight

- Who is he? - He's Superman

He flew out the window just as soon as he heard you were coming,

cos you scared him so bad

You think I have no feelings at all

if you're gonna slug me,

just go ahead and get it over with, you sick bastard

There you go, lying about me again,

right in front of my friends

I have never hit a woman in my life

That's showing her, man

You goddamn bastard You goddamn coward

- Baby, we're all here to have a good time - Yeah

I gotta take a leak

Wish you'd dropped by earlier, Jackie Boy

Then you could've met my boyfriend

Could've seen what a real man looks like

There you go, after my nuts again

But I forgive you

I'm a generous guy

He is generous But that temper of his..

You never should have picked on him like you did

My temper you don't have to worry about

Shut up and keep your hands to yourself or I'll cut your little pecker off

Ooh, I've been told

Hey, baby, I don't hear you making those calls

Answer me

Oh, I don't need this grief

Hi. I'm Shellie's new boyfriend and I'm out of my mind

You ever so much as talk to Shellie again, you even think her name,

and I'll cut you in ways that'll make you useless to a woman

You're making a big mistake, man A big mistake

Yeah? You already made a big mistake yourself

You didn't flush

Troops, get outta here

No questions, damn it No questions

Now

Dwight, what in the devil did you do to him?

I just gave him a taste of his own medicine

I don't think he'll be bothering you again

- How's your jaw? - I've been slapped around worse

Dwight, he was from a while back,

before you showed up again with that new face of yours

And it was only cos I felt sorry for him

And it was only once

I've done some dumb things

Seeing as how I'm one of those dumb things,

I can't give you too hard a time about that, Shellie

But this guy, he's a menace

He might kill somebody if I don't stop him

I'll call you later

No, don't go

Shellie shouts something I can't quite make out

over the racket of a passing police 'copter.

- Stop!

- It sounds like "stop" but I can't be sure.

It's a chance I shouldn't be taking, but I can't just go home and forget about it.

And let Jackie Boy and his pals find their fun.

They're a pack of predators and they're out for blood tonight - a woman's blood.

Damn it, Dwight Damn it

You fool

You damned fool

I cut my Caddy across the park

to pick up Jackie Boy heading like a bat outta hell up the hill.

I'm speeding.

That's a good way to get yourself noticed, and if you're a murderer with a new face

who's one fingerprint check away from the fast track to the gas chamber like I am..

the last thing you want is to get noticed.

I don't have nearly enough cash on me to bribe this cop. And even if I did..

..there's always the outside chance he's one of the honest ones.

Do I try to talk my way out of this, or do I take this cop down and risk it all?

Then Jackie Boy saves me a great big steaming pile of trouble.

Watch it, Jack

Cops They're right on our ass

Not for long Not where we're headed

My gut tightens up.

Jackie Boy's leading us straight to Old Town.

The cop shuts off his siren.

He knows he's not the law. Not in Old Town.

The ladies are the law here. Beautiful and merciless.

If you've got the cash and you play by the rules..

..they'll make all your dreams come true.

But if you cross 'em, you're a corpse.

Hey, baby. Hey, baby

Hop in, sugar We'll get you there

Aw, sweetheart. I work the day shift and it's been a long day

Besides, I don't do group jobs

Get in the car, baby We'll just talk. It'll be nice

I don't do talk jobs, either

Babydoll, I've had me one hell of a bad day

I've been beat up every time I turn around

But the day I get turned down by a hooker

when I got good, hard-earned cash to pay her with..

Well..

There's only so much a man can take

Go try the Alamo over on Dillon Street

That's the Alamo, not the Amigo

The Amigo's a fag joint

Are you having a good time humiliating me like this for no damn reason at all?

That's far enough, Dwight We've been on top of these peckerwoods

since they first showed up with that cop behind them

Everything's under control

Enjoy the show

There's no use arguing with her,

the ladies are their own enforcers.

So, how's the barmaid? You know, the one that never shuts up?

Not right now, Gail

Wound up a little tight, aren't we?

That's your whole problem, Dwight You worry too much

That, and your lousy taste in women These days, anyway

Damn it, Gail Not right now

Those clowns down the way - they some of the barmaid's boyfriends?

One of them thinks he is

He's outta control

I followed them here to make sure he didn't hurt any of the girls

Us helpless little girls

All kinds of death is about to hit less than 20 yards ahead of us.

And still it's hard to take my eyes off her.

Us girls are safe as we can be, Lancelot

Those boys in that Chrysler are one mistake away..

From seeing what Miho can do.

And she's been aching for some practice.

She guides my glance upwards to the pixie perched on the roof's edge.

- Deadly little Miho. - You're running out of alley, cowboy.

Turn around. Save yourself and your buddies a ton of grief.

You're a sassy little thing.

You ain't hardly in any kind of position to be making threats.

The trap is set, locked, and ready to spring.

So what? They're scum. They deserve what's coming.

So why this rotten feeling in my gut that something is awfully wrong?

They haven't killed anybody I know about

it got pretty bad at Shellie's place, but they didn't kill anybody

And they won't

Why this rotten feeling?

Something Shellie said. I can't place it.

OK, OK, OK. I sounded off a little more than I should have

- I'm a little on edge - Over the edge

it's not a woman you need it's a good night's sleep

You couldn't handle a woman, the state you're in

She's saying you ain't got what it takes, Jack

You wanna see it?

You wanna see what I got?

I've seen all shapes, all sizes

You seen this one?

Get in the car

Aww Sugar, you just gone and done the dumbest thing in your whole life.

Oh, God, no

This is crazy

Out of nowhere, for no reason at all

Go ahead

Go ahead Go ahead

- He's got the drop on her - He's got squat

He's dead He's just too damn dumb to know it

I got you right where I want you

This is a career-ending wound, whore

- And there's gonna be hell to pay - Watch your step, Jackie Boy

Yeesh

This isn't funny

Don't anyone laugh I got friends you can't imagine

Every one of you is gonna burn

Hang it up She's just playing with you

- You're only making it worse - You shut the hell up

Don't pull the trigger She blocked the barrel, it'll backfire

I told you to shut up

I can't see

What's happening?

I can't see

I can't hear anything

For God's sake, Miho, finish him

Yeah Make it quick, will you?

She doesn't quite chop his head off.

She makes a Pez dispenser out of him.

Then it's straight to business - stretching

the corpses out on the alley floor

and going through their pockets. Divvying up cash when they find it.

I'm fishing around in Jackie Boy's pants.

His wallet is packed.

Mastercard. Discover. Platinum American Express.

And nearly 300 bucks worth of twenties

that I'm not too proud to stuff into my own pockets.

Then I find an atom bomb.

Jackie Boy,

You son of a bitch.

There was a helicopter that kicked up such a racket.

- I couldn't quite make out what she said.

I thought Shellie said "stop. "

She said "cop. "

Detective Lieutenant Jack Rafferty.

Iron Jack. The papers call him.

A goddamn hero cop.

It's held for years.. the shaky truce.

The cops get a slice of the profits and

free entertainment when they throw a party.

The girls get to administer their own brand of justice.

They get to defend their own turf if a cop blunders into the neighbourhood

and he's not shopping for what the girls are selling. They send him packing.

But they send him back alive.

That's the rules.

That's the truce.

The cops stay out.

That keeps the girls free to keep the pimps and the mob out

Old Town will be left wide open

it'll be war

The streets will run red with blood -

women's blood

The cops The mob

Things are gonna go back to the way they used to be

The hell they will We got guns

We'll fight the cops and the mob

and anybody else who tries to move in on us

- We'll go to war - Don't be stupid, Gail

You wouldn't stand a chance Get me a car

Make sure it's a hardtop with a decent engine

I'll hide the bodies

Did you forget that cop car that trailed them here?

The cops know Rafferty came here

They'll check the river, they'll check the sewer

They'll find him and come gunning for us

I'll haul the bodies to the pits The cops won't check the pits

Get that gun out of my face or I'll smack ya

Who do you think you are, giving orders?

- You got what you wanted out of us - Shut up, Gail

You got what you wanted out of me

And you were gone, off playing with that barmaid

Gone until you brought this unholy mess on us

Miho moves to my back

One word from Gail and she'll cut me in half

They'll be watching the roads They'll catch you

it'll be the bad old days all over again

The pimps, the beatings, the drugs, the rapes

They won't be watching the roads. Not yet, they won't. Get me a damn hardtop

if I don't make it, you can have your war

Get that gun out of my face now

Bastard

I forgot how quick you are

My warrior woman

She almost yanks my head clean off,

shoving my mouth into hers so hard it hurts

An explosion that blasts away the dull, grey years

between the now and that one fiery night when she was mine

A hardtop with a decent engine,

and make sure it's got a big trunk.

I'll always love you, baby

Always.. and never

Where'd you find that heap?

Just look at that trunk We'll never fit 'em all in

Gail? Unless there's something else you want me to do,

you think maybe I could go home?

All this blood and stuff's got me kind of feeling like maybe I'm gonna hurl

Sure, Becky, go home..

But don't you talk to anybody, not even your mom

They'll never fit in that trunk

Not like this, they won't Miho

Dry your hair as soon as you get home

You'll catch cold if you don't

Yeesh

Hey, Becky Gail said no calls

I just want to hear my mom's voice I won't tell her nothing

Please, don't say nothing to Gail

Hey, Mom?

Dizzy dames

What were they thinking, sticking me with a beat-up bucket of bolts like this?

We were barely able to get the trunk to stay closed as it was,

we packed it so tight

There wasn't anything we could do but pile Jackie Boy in right next to me,

out where anybody who cares to look will see him

Go ahead, take one of his cigarettes

it'll help

it's got you smoking there, bud

You shut the hell up, Jackie Boy

You're dead

I'm just imagining this, so shut the hell up

Well, it tells you something about your state of mind, don't it?

It's got you hearing things

it's got your nerves shot

it's got you smoking

You know it's true

Nobody ever really quits

A smoker's a smoker when the chips are down

- And your chips are down - I'm fine. You shut the hell up

Will you look at that?

Those hookers let you down

What are you gonna do when you run outta gas, call AAA?

You sucker for the babes, you

You ain't even gonna make it to the pits

You shut the hell up I'll make it

Not unless you keep your eyes on the road, sugar pie

Watch it

This is great

Just like being in a buddy movie

Shut up

Boy, you're screwed

it's over

You're flushed

This time, I can't bring myself to tell him to shut up

Sure, he's an asshole

Sure, he's dead

Sure, I'm just imagining that he's talking

None of that stops the bastard from being absolutely right

I don't have a chance in hell of outrunning this cop

Not in this heap

Pull over

The only question left is whether I'm gonna kill him or not

Tough call

For all I know, he's an honest cop, regular guy,

a working stiff with a mortgage, a wife and a pile of kids

My hand moves all on its own,

sliding one of my guns to my lap and thumbing back the hammer

- I don't know what to do - You better stop. You're making him mad

Whatever you say

Your friend here.. Party a little too hard tonight?

I'm the designated driver

You're driving with a busted tail light

I'll let you off with a warning

What next?

The tank goes dry a quarter mile from the pits

I shove the T-Bird the rest of the way

A few minutes' more work and it'll all be over

Jackie Boy will go into the damn tar pits,

I'll catch a train out of Sacred Oaks, go home and call it a..

No more questions, Dallas Do what I say

Clear the streets We're in lockdown

We're not selling any tail in Old Town

Not tonight

Don't struggle You'll only hurt yourself

Your cause is lost

We know everything

Soon the corpse of Detective Rafferty will be in our possession,

and the truce between your prostitutes and the police will be shattered

There'll be arrests There'll be deaths

My employer will seize what remains of this neighbourhood

You will all be slaves Nothing can stop this

But it is within your power to save many lives

by facilitating the process of transition,

by negotiating the terms of the surrender of Old Town

Son of a bitch I know you

I have suffered your kind before - the dregs of Sin City

I serve a new master now,

and soon you and all your wretched kind will serve him as well

Now, get dressed and shed a tear for Dwight McCarthy if you must,

because, by now, he is surely dead

You don't know him

My man will find a way

He always finds a way

I can't fathom these Americans always whining

and going on about how they got it so bad

This is a fine, grand country

Guiding light of the modern world, it is

Low taxes, land of opportunity

Where else would one bullet buy us the fortune that we're getting for this?

Sure beats the living hell out of blowing up airports and churches

without shite to show for it

Yeesh

You find something, Murphy?

Looks to be a poor, dead cop's badge

it's all bent up

What's this stuck in it?

Bloody hell it's the bullet

You son of a bitch Bastard

They weren't cops, these four

They were mercenaries

And if they were hired by who I think they were,

the bad times haven't even started yet

And everything seemed to be going so well

Remember, we don't have to deliver every last inch of the man, Brian

You got a good point there, Ronnie

Lend me your knife

Should I take a nap while I'm doing all this waiting?

I'm at the bone, all right?

There we go

Have you ever seen anything so pretty in your whole life?

We'll be back for the three of you, and if anyone happens by,

use your imagination, OK?

Silence, now

No air to breathe

Only the horrid, oily tar taste creeping up my nostrils

Let it in Let it fill your lungs

They were counting on you and you blew it

Skinny, steely fingers at my wrist

Miho, you're an angel

You're a saint

You're Mother Teresa

You're Elvis

You're God

And if you'd shown up ten minutes earlier, we'd still have Jackie Boy's head

Dwight, they got Gail

it's a cinch You got yourselves a spy in Old Town

A stoolie who sold you out to the mob

We gotta find out who it is and rescue Gail

But first, we gotta get our hands on Jackie Boy's head

before it gets to wherever it's going and this whole situation blows wide open

Miho, I hope to hell you left one of 'em alive enough to talk

I let him know I'm not fooling around

We talk

Stay smart Stay cool

it's time to prove to your friends that you're worth a damn

Sometimes, that means dying

Sometimes, it means killing a whole lot of people

There they are What do we do?

We stop 'em, Dallas

Jackie Boy's head is so close to me

I could almost reach out and grab it right then and there

Get the head Get the head

I got it I got it

Suck on this, you stupid slag

I can't tell if Miho is alive or dead,

but I'm on my feet and every ounce of me wants to get some killing done

You want the head now, sweetheart? So come down and get it

Brave lad

I could've put a bullet straight down your ear just now,

if I hadn't got me revolver all wet and useless

You got the drop on me, love

I'm as helpless as a baby

I got to come clean with you, sweetheart

it was an outright lie I was giving ya about me revolver being wet

You see, I'm not too fond of shootin'

it's my preference to blow things up

Once you blast the roof off a pub

and seen all the parts flying off people,

a little bang bang's never gonna match the sight of that

And here's me, with all these fine grenades

and such a sweet beauty of a remote

But it's me knife I'll be doing you with

You killed me mates

Someone shoulda told ya - never give an lrishman good cause for revenge

Deadly little Miho

You won't feel a thing unless she wants you to

She twists the blade

He feels it

I tell Miho what we're gonna do and how we're gonna do it

I grab poor Dallas's car phone and make the most important call of my life

First, we gotta rescue Gail, then comes the kill

The big, fat kill

Do we just gotta stand here and watch this?

What, are you kidding me, man?

I could watch old Manute do his thing all night long and not get tired of it

I mean, the man's an artist

Only an artist should be allowed to touch such a beautiful subject

Your skin is perfect

Your nerves, responsive

Beautiful

Just give them what they want, Gail

- Becky? - It's over, Gail

There's no fighting them Dwight's dead

They got what's left of that cop we killed

The mob's gonna turn it over to the police chief, the cops are gonna mow us down

We gotta cut a deal

You little bitch You sold us out

I didn't have no choice They was gonna hurt my mom

You gotta cut a deal with these people

it's selfish, you holding out like this

You're gonna get a lot of girls killed for no good reason

it wasn't your mom

We could have protected her and you know it

it was the money, you stupid little bitch

Sure, there's money. Sure, you could've moved my mom into Old Town

and let her know that her daughter's a goddamn whore

Breaks your heart, doesn't it?

They offered me what you couldn't never offer me - a way out

I had to watch out for my own neck

Your neck

Your precious, scrawny, little neck

You're crazy. You could have ripped my throat out, you crazy whore

Schutz, fetch my blades

- Stuka, kill this one - No, I was promised

Stupid little bitch You deserve worse

I knew there was a reason I got out of bed this morning

Nobody I don't see nobody

Will you look at that? It's right through me. Guys, look

There's something wrapped around it

Some kind of note

Give it to me

it's poked right through me Guys, look

- it's starting to really hurt - Out back. Everyone

And bring the women

Do you think somebody should call me a doctor or something?

McCarthy, you fool

Guys?

Dozens of them, armed to the teeth

I'm outnumbered, outgunned

But the alley is crooked, dark and very narrow

They can't surround me

Sometimes, you can beat the odds with the careful choice of where to fight

You can have Old Town, I don't care

Just give me the woman

Shut up

Dwight, don't do this

- Hey, wait a minute. Something's not right

- Shut up, or I'll plug you

Of course, Mr McCarthy A fair trade

She's all yours

Now, if you'll explain to me why we shouldn't blow both of you to pieces..

Dwight, what have you done?

Exactly what I had to

Every step of the way

No. It isn't right There wasn't no tape over his mouth

How come there's tape over his mouth?

Where to fight counts for a lot

Cute trick, McCarthy, but it will do you do good

But there's nothing like having your friends show up with lots of guns

No McCarthy, you shit

The girls all know the score

No escape, no surrender, no mercy

We gotta kill every last rat bastard one of 'em

Every last one

Not for revenge, not because they deserve it,

not because it'll make the world a better place

We need a heap of bloody bodies

so when mob boss Wallenquist looks over his charts of profits and losses,

he'll see what it cost him to mess with the girls of Old Town

The Valkyrie at my side is shouting and laughing

with the pure, hateful, bloodthirsty joy of the slaughter,

and so am I

The fire, baby

it'll burn us both

There's no place in this world for our kind of fire,

my warrior woman, my Valkyrie

You'll always be mine

Always..

And never

Evenin', officer

I don't have to introduce myself, do I? You read the papers

This being an election year, you've seen plenty of my picture

You know who I am and what I can do

And I'm doin' you, Hartigan

Cold and hard, I'm doing you

You blew my son's ear off

You blew his arm off You even blew his nuts and his pecker off

He's in a coma right now They say he may never come out of it

My boy

He could've been the first Roark to become the President of the United States,

but you went and turned him into a brain-damaged, dickless freak

Pullin' that trigger make you feel powerful?

Power don't come from a badge or a gun

Power comes from lying

Lying big, and gettin' the whole damn world to play along with you

Once you got everybody agreeing with what they know in their hearts ain't true,

you've got 'em by the balls

There's what, maybe 500 people in this hospital?

I could pump you full of bullets right now, and I wouldn't even be arrested

Everyone would lie for me - everyone who counts

Otherwise, all their own lies - everything that runs Sin City -

it all comes tumbling down like a pack of cards

But I want you firm and fit and healthy

I'm even putting up cash of my own to get you more surgery

Fix that heart condition of yours

You're gonna keep on living a long time I'm gonna make sure of that

You're gonna be convicted of raping that little brat, and shooting my boy

And you're gonna spend the rest of your life in prison,

disgraced, destroyed..

Alone

Your wife?

You tell her the truth and she's dead

You tell anybody the truth and they're dead

They won't let me testify

I told the cops that you saved my life and they just acted like I was crazy

They talked my parents into keeping me away

They said that you'd done things that you didn't do

I told them that you saved me from that Roark creep,

but they won't even check me out to see that I'm still a virgin

I'm still a virgin, still alive - thanks to you

They got it all backwards

Sometimes, the truth doesn't matter like it ought

But you'll always remember things right

That's gonna mean a lot to me

But stay away, Nancy They'll kill you if you don't stay away

Don't visit me

Don't write me

Don't even say my name

Maybe you won't let me visit, but I'll still write to you, Hartigan

I'll sign my letters "Cordelia"

That's the name of a really cool detective in books I read

I'll write you every week, for forever

Sure, kid

Now, run on home

it's not safe for you here

Bye, Nancy

I love you

John Hartigan

Mr. Law and Order

Mr. By the Book

Mr. High and Mighty

I gotta give you credit, being such a straight arrow for so damn many years

without it catching up with you

it's catching up with you now, friend of mine

it's catching up with you but good

Maybe I oughta look at him He doesn't look too good

He's hale and hearty, Tammy. See?

He's the picture of health

That Tammy, there - she's fine, isn't she?

I rented her out of Old Town

I wanted to show you what you won't be getting any of, not in prison

You hear me, Hartigan?

If you stop being stupid, start playing along with us,

you might just get some of Tammy

You see that? She flinched

You make her sick

She heard about you and that little girl

This is nothing but a price I promised myself I'd pay, and I'm paying it

You don't save a little girl's life, then turn around and throw her to the dogs

Not in my book, you don't

They want a confession They won't get it

There was a letter from Nancy waiting when they put me in solitary

She calls herself "Cordelia", just like she promised

She makes no mention of anything that would give her away

At first, I figure she'll send another note or two

before her young mind moves on to better things

But every Thursday, another one arrives

What a sweet kid

I do my best to keep my hand from shaking when I reach for it

She's the only friend I've got - the daughter I never had

My sweet Cordelia

Skinny little Nancy Callahan

Eight years pass

Then comes a Thursday when I bound from my cot,

excited as a kid at Christmas,

only to find myself staring at the damn floor of my damn cell,

looking for a letter from Nancy that isn't there

Then another Thursday with no letter

Is she all right?

Did something happen to her?

Nothing

Two months now - not a word from Nancy

Did they find her? Did they get to her?

Of course Stupid old man

Do your maths Nancy's 19 years old

How long did you expect her to keep writing?

She was a saint to keep it up as long as she did

She's forgotten you, old man

You're alone

You're all alone

This guy smells awful - like bad food

Like a corpse left in a garbage dumpster in the middle of summer

He stinks so bad, I want to throw up

Practically knocked my head off, the bastard

When I come to, I see it

The same kind of envelope Nancy always uses,

but there's no letter inside of it

There's something soft,

something that ought to be alive - a hunk of meat and bone

that ought to be the index finger of the right hand of a 19-year-old girl

How the hell did they find her?

She was so careful

She never gave away where she lives or where she works

I've got to get out I've got to help her

Nothing else matters - not my life and not my pride, either

it's only one final surrender they want

You got me, Roark You beat me

I say everything they want to hear, just the way they want to hear it

I tell them I'm a twisted, wretched child molester

I agree to everything they want from me

I love you, Nancy

it's a lot of miles into town, Hartigan

- You care for a ride? - Long as you stay in front of me

Prison's made you paranoid Talk about water under the bridge

Christ

Eight years

Yeah Eight years

Well, if it's any consolation to you..

You made me hate myself

- Any word from Eileen? - Yeah

She got remarried four years ago

She had two kids I'm sorry, John

Don't be

I'm glad

Eileen always wanted kids

She'll make a good mother

Like you said, Bob - water under the bridge

Bob and I get on with our fond farewells to each other,

then I go looking for the only human being on the planet who means a damn to me -

Nancy

How could they have found out it was you writing all those letters to me?

How did they find out who you are?

And what have they done to you, baby?

Not a sound

No sign of life

Has Roark gone to all this trouble just to torture a broken old man,

like a kid poking at a fly when he's already torn his wings off?

What has he done to Nancy?

It's like all she ever does is read and study and write

No diary, no phone numbers or addresses written down anywhere

Closest thing to a clue is a pack of matches from a lousy saloon

it's a long shot, but maybe she's got some friends there

A dead end

Nancy wouldn't have anything to do with a pack of drunks and losers like this

But if there's anything to be found here, the faintest lead to wherever Nancy is

or whoever kidnapped her and mutilated her, this is the place

Excuse me, miss. Wondering if you could help me. I'm looking for somebody

Cold night like this, everybody's looking for somebody, stranger

it's not like that Her name is Nancy

Eyes to the stage, pilgrim

She's just warming up

Skinny little Nancy Callahan

She grew up

She filled out

Nancy Callahan, 19 years old

And here I was, expecting a skinny little bookworm,

maybe a bit too shy for her own good

How little she told me about herself in all her letters for all those years

How the hell did they find her?

Then it hits me

They were bluffing

I've led them straight to her

She hasn't spotted you yet

Turn around and walk out the door

Lead the creep outside

Get that Beretta away from him somehow, and kill him

I'm just a horny ex-con watching an exotic dancer

Just a few seconds and she'll be safe

No, Nancy Don't notice me

Don't recognise me

There's no time to explain

I've made a terrible mistake, put you in terrible danger

We need to get out of here right this second

Whatever you say, Hartigan Let me throw some clothes on

And here I'd figured you'd forgotten all about me. Me and my dumb letters

Kept me going

Kept me from killing myself

Hurry up, will you?

- Maybe I should drive - Not a chance

Nobody but me can keep this heap running

Besides, from the sound of things, you might have to shoot somebody

- I don't have a gun - Under the seat

it's loaded and it works

Yeah, this'll do

Taken it to the range a couple of times Kicks like a mule

Hartigan, there's so much I've wanted to say to you

You've never been far from my thoughts

I've lain awake nights, thinking of you

What are you talking about?

Keep driving, Nancy Keep driving and keep the car on the road

She's counting on you, old man

What are you doing?

Prove you're still worth a damn

Try and keep it on the road, Nancy

He's a decent shot

He's got skill, but he's in too much of a hurry

Throwing away bullets like they were candy

He doesn't know how to take his time

Aim careful and look the devil in the eye

Stop the car, Nancy Gotta confirm the kill

- What? - Stop the car, now

Right Stop the car, confirm the kill

Sorry. I got a little rattled

it's OK. You did great Sit tight. I'll be right back

No. Let me stay close

Nothing can happen to me when I'm with you

Please? Let me stay close

The stink - I almost gag

His blood smells even worse than he does

- Jesus - And it's all over the place

But the creep himself, he's gone

We're out of time

The sirens - I used to welcome the sound

There's nothing to do now but find a place to hole up for the night,

get Nancy calmed down, and figure out what on Earth I'm going to do next

The stink - somehow it stays with us all the way to the motel

Nancy, I went to your apartment

Your window was thrown wide open The rooms looked almost empty

That's why I was sure you'd been kidnapped

My window? Robbed again? That's the third time this year

I swore if I ever saw you again, I'd show you I grew up strong

But there I was, just like before, scared and helpless

- I'm such an asshole - You should sit down

You'll feel a little bit better if you sit down

I've never been all that good with people

When it comes to reassuring a traumatised 19-year-old,

I'm as expert as a palsy victim doing brain surgery with a pipe wrench

it's always been you, Hartigan

All these years

it's just nerves making you say that, Nancy

You're just exhausted You need to sleep

- Sleep with me - Stop it, Nancy

Eight years

Why do you think I kept writing you those letters?

It wasn't just gratitude

I tried to fall in love with boys

Even thought I did once or twice

But I was already in love with you

That's enough Jesus Christ

I'm old enough to be your grandfather

- You're just scared - I'm not scared

No

There's wrong and there's wrong and then there's this

For God's sakes, you're just a kid

I love you

I love you, too

With all my heart

Cold shower - it helps

No, Nancy

Recognise my voice, Hartigan?

Recognise my voice, you piece of shit cop?

I look different, but I bet you can recognise my voice

Sure I recognise your voice, Junior

Everything's gone straight to hell

I've been suckered into betraying the only friend I've got,

and put her in the hands of a murdering rapist I thought I'd put down for good

Suckered by a spoiled brat son of a senator

it's all gone to hell

Klump, it's me

I got a dead man needs to be fetched

I want you to set me up for a party

I've already got the girl, you dumb shit

Hey, it better be perfect or I'm calling my dad

My tools better be clean and sharp

it better be ready it better be perfect

I get to do whatever I want, however I want, whenever I want it

My dad - I'd love him if I didn't hate him

He spent a fortune hiring every expert on the planet

to grow back that equipment you blew off from between my legs,

just so the old fart can hold out some kind of hope of having a grandkid

Although, as you can see, there were some side effects

I'm not complaining, though Since you've been gone,

I've been having the time of my life

And now you've led me back to your darling Cordelia

We all wondered who wrote all those letters

She left not a clue

Clever girl And so pretty, so pretty

A little old for my taste, but I can forgive that just this once

Nancy, don't scream

Whatever he does to you, don't scream

She'll scream. I'm gonna take all night doing dear old Nancy

And you're gonna die knowing that it's all your fault

They've all screamed, Hartigan

Dozens of them - maybe a hundred

Eight years' worth Every one of them has screamed

And if there weren't so many people hereabout,

I would show you how I'm gonna make dear old Nancy scream

it's gonna be one hell of a show

This is it No way to fight it now

No hope left

No chance

This is it This is the end

No

Give it a shot, old man Keep your neck tight. Move

The window - maybe there's an alarm The window

Keep your neck tight, goddamn it Stay conscious

Stay conscious

No alarm

The glass. Cut the rope

You can do it You can do it

it is inclement upon me

to comment with marked displeasure on your rash impulsiveness

in selecting such an eye-catching and impractical car to heist, Mr Shlubb

irrelevant to said mission is the following

query, which I now put forth to you

Wherein this most streamlined and trunkless of transports -

boner-inspiring though it may be -

wherein are we to reposit our recently deceased cargo?

I can only express puzzlement that borders on alarm

Tell me where Roark takes the girls or I'll cut your damn head off

In plain English, creep

The answer you seek is rural, even agrarian

The farm

That's all I need to hear Every cop on the force

knows about the Roark family's farm and to stay away from it

Shlubb and Klump were packing an arsenal

Once things get loud, I'll probably have use for the cannons

But at first, I'll have to play it quiet

Quiet and nasty

Nancy's car - six miles from the farm

"Nobody but me can keep this heap running", she told me

Good girl The car stalled out on that yellow bastard

and you didn't tell him how to start it up again

You kept your mouth shut I'll bet Junior was furious

I'll bet he slapped you around something fierce

But you stayed strong You bought a few extra minutes

There's still a chance, Nancy

Don't scream

I ditch the car a mile or so from the farm and make my way through the woods

I'm not halfway there when it hits

My heart Can't be my heart

I was cured

Bad cough - blood in it

Doesn't matter now

I don't have to stay alive that much longer, anyway

Rotten way to kill a man, but it's quiet

Hate yourself later

You're only making this worse for yourself, you stupid cow

Do you think I'm tired?

Ls that it? Do you think I'm getting tired?

You're the one who's gonna crack

You'll crack

You'll cry and beg

You'll scream

Oh, yeah, you'll scream, you big, fat, ugly cow

You'll scream

You're thinking the whip was the worst I could do?

That was foreplay

Hartigan was right about you

You can't get it up unless I scream

You're pathetic

You're pathetic

it's not wise at all to make fun of me like that

it brings out the worst in me

Stupid old man

In too much of a hurry

Damn it can't be

Charging in like Galahad, just like I told myself I wouldn't!

Stupid old man

- You tagged him good

- Don't take no chances. Perforate the fool

Good advice

Give it up, Junior

it's over Let her go

You're dreaming, Hartigan

I get to see your eyes while I fillet the woman of your dreams right in front of you

Look at you You're about to keel over

You can't even lift that cannon

Sure, I can

You gave me a scare there for a second there, old man

Nancy, I'm sorry

I'm taking no chances with you

First I soften you up, and then it's showtime

Here it comes

it's gonna hurt

You're right about that

Sucker

I take away his weapon

Both of them

Eight long years, son of a bitch

After a while, all I'm doing is pounding wet chunks of bone into the floorboards,

so I stop

So long, Junior

Been a pleasure

I didn't scream, Hartigan, not once

I didn't scream

I know it, baby

You grew up strong

By the time I get her to the car, Nancy stops shaking

Her skin is warm again She's herself again

Thanks for remembering my coat

And for all the little things

Like saving my life, twice

- You better get rolling - You're not coming along?

No. I have friends on their way, to collect evidence

I'm gonna blow this whole sick mess wide open

I'm gonna clear my name

I'm gonna put Senator Roark behind bars where he belongs

I can't lose you, not again

You'll never lose me, Nancy

Nancy Callahan, the love of my life

Shame to lie to her I hope she forgives me for it

Get Senator Roark behind bars? Sure

And maybe after I've pulled off that miracle, I'll go and punch out God

There isn't a prosecutor in the state who'll go after Senator Roark

I killed his only son

The bloodline is cut

Roark's lost his goddamn legacy

He'll use all his power to get revenge on me

He'll go after me through Nancy He'll find her again

There'll be no end to it

She'll never be safe

Not as long as I'm alive

There's only one way to beat him

An old man dies,

a young woman lives

Fair trade

I love you, Nancy

Yes

Mom, don't go on like that

it's not the city. I could've gotten in a traffic accident anywhere

Yeah, just a fracture The doctor said it's a clean break

it should be right as rain in no time

Turn the right corner in Sin City..

And you can find anything.

Becky

Care for a smoke?

Love you, too, Mom

Anything

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