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It trembles in the wind, like
the last leaf of a dying tree.

>I let him hear my footsteps.

> She stiffens,
just for a moment.

Do you feel like smoking?

Yes. I'll take one.

Do those crowds bore
you as much as I do?

I'm not here for the party.

I'm here for you.

I've been watching you for days.

You are everything
a man could want.

Not just for your face, Or

your body or your voice.

They are your eyes.

All the things I
see in your eyes.

What do you see in my eyes?

I see an unnatural calm.

You're tired of running away.

You are ready to
face what you have to.

But you don't want
to face it alone.

No. I don't want
to face it alone.

>An electric wind rises.

>It is soft and warm
and almost weightless.

> Her scent is a sweet promise
that fills my eyes with tears.

>I tell her everything
will be fine.

>That I will save her from what scares
her and take her away from everything.

>I tell her I love her.

>The silencer makes
the shot sound like a sigh.

>I hold on to her
until the very end.

>I'll never know what he was running from.

> In the morning I will cash her check.

>I only have an hour left.
My last day of service.

>Early retirement.
Not my idea.

>-Doctor's order, due to the heart.

> "Angina", he calls it.

>I polish my badge and try to get used
to the idea of saying goodbye to him.

>To say goodbye to 30-odd
years of missions and tears,

>blood and terror,
and triumphs it represents.

>I think of Eileen's absent smile.

>To the big, fat steaks
she got me from the butcher.

>And that one thing I still
have unfinished business.

>A little girl who's out there,
she knows where,

>helpless in the hands of a horny maniac.

Damn it, Hartigan, I won't let you.

You end up getting killed.

That we'll both end up killed.
I won't let you, I warn you.

Leave me, Bob.

You'll drag me down with you.

Let's work together.
They could take me out.

And I don't like the idea. I get on
the radio and ask for reinforcements.

Sure, Bob. Let's wait.

While that bastard son of Roark
drools over victim number four.

Victim number four.

Nancy Callahan, 11 years old.

She will be raped and sliced up.

And when those reinforcements arrive, it will already have

been long enough for Roark to
return home to his senator father.

Take a deep breath, Hartigan.

Relax and think.

You're turning 60 and
you have a terrible heart.

You don't save anyone anymore.

Exemplary conduct, Bob.

You are the pride of the police.

Eileen is waiting for you at home.
Do it for Eileen.

Yes, Bob,

maybe you're right.

It's nice to see you still have a little left
of common sense.

>Nice way to end a friendship.)

>Nice way to start retirement.

>Nancy Callahan, 11 years old.

>As far as I know,
she may already be dead.

You're a good little girl, Nancy.

A quiet little girl.

Do not be afraid.

We'll take you home soon.

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>I'm almost at the warehouse
where Weevil says they took her,

>when it makes itself felt.

>I must have digested it badly.

>-At least, I hope.

I ask for nothing more than a
momentary and carefree digression.

A brief concession to
automotive pleasure.

And for two shivers,
of a most perishable nature, Mr Shlubb,

would you risk generating
hostility from our clients?

>Burt Shlubb and Douglas Klump:

>two mercenaries willing to do
anything with a flair for eloquence.

This Jaguar,
which she so obtusely covets,

though entrusted to
our temporary custody,

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>I'll have to be quiet.
Delete them quickly.

A dent, the suspicion of a scratch and

the aforementioned
consequences that I

mentioned earlier would hit more than hard.

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

>But the heart
doesn't slow down.

>Recover yourself.

>She needs you.

Now let's go, Benny.

Let's leave them alone for
a bit. Let's give them privacy.

I'll be right there, Lenny.

Time to see if they get along.

Only a beast wouldn't get
along with a little girl like that.

Who knows what fear you have.

But there is nothing
to be afraid of.

Now, the two of us are
going to have a chat.

That's all. A nice
chat you and I.

But now, don't cry.

>The doctor warned you.

>Take the pills he gave you.

>There is no need
to act in silence.

>It is no longer needed.

>Breathe, old man. Show that
you are not worth throwing away.

>What the hell!
Finish on a high note.

>He loves hearing them scream.

> I saw his victims
twisted into a grimace, >

mouths wide open and eyes wide open, > carved

into their last,
horrible moment of life.

>No screaming. Or is there
still time, or is it really too late.

>It's nothing.
It's just a scratch.

>Stand up, old man.

Roark. Just give up.

Let her go.

You can't harm a hair of
my head anyway, Hartigan.

You know who I am.

You know who my father is.

You can't touch
me, bad shit of a cop.

Look at yourself. You
can't even raise that cannon.

Yes but.

Cover your eyes, Nancy.
I don't want you to watch.

Really, little girl.
Cover your eyes.

>I'll take away her weapons.

>Both.

>Nice way to end a friendship.

My goodness, Don't
make things worse.

- Don't get killed.
- I'm doing great, Bob.

Never been better.

And now I'm going
to bust your ass.

>Make him talk. Save time.

>A few minutes, until
reinforcements arrive.

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>Distract him from the
little girl, little Nancy.

>You can't kill her, if
reinforcements arrive.

Run home, Nancy.
Run, save yourself.

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

- You're a real tough guy, huh?
- Stay where you are.

You shoot your partner in the

back and then try to scare a little girl.

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pierce you, so you can see how it's done.

We could have agreed. But no.

Stay down or
I'll split you open.

- As slow as you are, you can't stop me.
- Stay down.

You'll never be able to stop me.

>I'm down, finally,
just like he said.

>The sirens are close now.

> She will be saved.

>Darkness falls. I do not care.

> His eyes close. But it's fine.

>-He will be saved.

>The death of the old man

>for the life of the little girl.

>A fair exchange.

Hot night from hell.

>A filthy room in a filthy
corner of a filthy city.

>I set my eyes on a goddess.

She > she Says she wants me.

>I won't waste another second

wondering >when I'm so lucky.

I love you.

> She smells like angels smell.

>The perfect woman.

>The goddess.

I want you.

>Goldie.

She > she Says
her name is Goldie.

>Three hours later my head
feels several sizes bigger.

>That cold grip in
the pit of my stomach.

>And I understand that Goldie
is dead. Not a mark on him.

> You should take her pulse
or notice that those perfect

breasts > aren't moving as
they should if she were breathing.

She > she Was killed and I
was here while it happened.

>Next to her, dead
drunk, like her.

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

>Who were you, other than a merciful angel>

who gave a born loser
like me the night of his life?

>And certainly not
for my beautiful face.

>So why the dingy place?

>Why so kind, Goldie?

>Cops. It says a lot that they arrive when no one

other than me and the killer may know about the murder.

>Someone paid good
money to frame me.

>There is no
reason to act silently.

>There is no reason
to act, if not my way.

>The one who killed
you will pay, Goldie.

>Open up, police!

I'll be right there.

>I don't know why
you died, Goldie.

>I don't know why and I don't know how,

>I didn't even know you before tonight,

>but you brought light
to my darkest hour.

>When I find out who did it, >it won't be

as quick and painless
as it was for you.

>It will be agony ugly to
watch. How I know how to kill.

> And when her eyes go out,

>the hell I will send him to
will seem like paradise to him.

>I love you, Goldie.

Claire?

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- Do you have beer somewhere?
- You won't get a drop of alcohol from me.

Besides, that's not
why you came, right?

No.

Come on, here. You're
worse off without it.

Thank you. You
are to be married.

>Lucille is the guarantor
of my provisional freedom.

She > she IS a
lesbian, God knows why.

> Her With that body she could
have all the men she wants.

>The girl gives him
the pills, a shrink.

She > she Tried to analyze
me once, but she got scared.

I haven't seen you
like this in a while.

I argued with the cops.

- You didn't kill any of them?
- As far as I know, no.

But they understood that
we argued, that's for sure.

And now what do I do
with the commission?

No way you put
it, not this time!

This isn't a bar fight.

Or some asshole who
enjoys setting fire to a bum.

“ It's a serious story.

Stay calm, Marv. Take a pill.

There's no need to stay calm!

Here blood calls for
blood and by the gallon.

It's like old times,
the times of violence,

the all or nothing ones.

Are back.
There are no possible choices.

And I accept war.

Prison is your hell, Marv.
And this time it will be forever.

Hell is waking up every damn
morning and not knowing why you exist.

But I'm out of it.

It took a woman kind to me,
she was killed.

But I'm out of it.
And I know what I have to do.

You were scared, weren't you, Goldie?

>Someone wanted you dead and you knew it.

>So you went around
the worst places,

>in search of the biggest
and baddest beast,

>and you found me.

>Well, when I catch that
son of a bitch who killed you,

>I'll give him a hello on your behalf too

>If you take the
right alley in Sin City...

And keep your hands off!

>... you can find everything.

That greatcoat looks like Baghdad.

And your face too. Damn!

“ And new, Marv.
He doesn't know you.

>"Kadie" is my kind of place.

> Nancy has just started her number,
but the audience is already breathless.

>So many evenings drooling over Nancy,

>shoulder to shoulder
with other losers like me.

>But that's not
why I'm here tonight.

What are you up to, Marv?

Beer and vodka,
Shellie, and don't stop.

Yes sweetie. Make
yourself comfortable too.

She just had the bad luck of
being born in the wrong century.

>He would have felt at
home on an ancient battlefield,

>breaking heads with an axe.

>0 in a Roman arena, sparring
with other gladiators like him.

>He would have had
girls like Nancy at the time.

Asshole, it's over. Drink.

Great cut, your raincoat.

You've reached the end of
the line, Old nosy, son of a bitch.

>I love hitmen. You can do
anything to him, without remorse.

- Take it off.
- What?

A raincoat like that
and you bleed on it?

All right, it's all yours. Hate!

You idiots have
nothing to do with Goldie.

The one who killed
her knew about her.

Tell me who sent you.

I didn't even hear
you mention a name.

Maybe when I shot you
in the gut I aimed too high.

If you keep being vague like
that, I end up becoming really bad.

It was Telly Stern
who gave me the job.

He works in a billiard
hall, the Triple Ace club.

Thanks again.

>Then something
crazy happens to me.

>For a moment I smell
my Goldie's angel scent.

>I need medicine.

Bastard.

You will pay for
what you did to me.

Do you want to talk, Louie?

How many did they
bribe to frame me, huh?

How many to kill her?

It was Connelly. She forced me.

She will never speak.

I don't know what you
think, but I have a lot of fun.

Connelly speaks. They all talk.

How many times
have you sinned, son?

Well, father, I don't want to keep her up

late, >so I'll update
her on the latest batch.

These hands are
stained with blood.

You speak figuratively.

When I want to know something, I go find

someone who knows
more than me and ask them.

Sometimes,
however, I go too far.

Just to give you an example:
I killed three men tonight.

Tortured, first.

It was a bit like
climbing the food chain.

The first two were
just small fish.

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Good God, but we are
in the house of the Lord.

Give me a damn name.

-Roark.
- You challenge fate, father, telling me shit like that.

It can't be him.

There is a farm between
North Cross and Lennox.

It's all in there.
Find out for yourself.

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corpse of a dirty
woman is worth dying for.

>To die.

>To kill.

>To burn in hell.

>Amen.

>From the keys, the father had a Mercedes, >or

at least, what they pass
off as a Mercedes today.

>Modern machines: they look
like electric razors with wheels.

Goldie...

Goldies!

>It couldn't be Goldie.

>It's my fault, and mine alone,
if I have mental confusion.

>I was having so much fun
I forgot to take my medicine.

>That wasn't Goldie.

>Goldie is dead.

>It's the only reason
I'm doing what I'm doing.

>If you are sick you must
not forget your medicines.

> That icy grip creeps
into my gut > and once

again I understand that
she won't let go of me.

>Bad place, this farm.

>A lot of people died.

>In the wrong way.

I don't want to argue, baby.

It's not you I'm angry with.

Good.

>I would never have
used a gun on you, dude.

>It's your master I'm interested in,

>because your breath smells of blood,
and I also think I know what blood it is.

>Then I look at what's buried here

>There.

>Impossible.
Nobody can take me by surprise.

>I'm blinded. Not even a sound.
Nobody is that quiet.

>No one, except the one who slipped
into the hotel room two nights ago.

It was you, you bastard. You killed her.

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You've been...

>I failed, Goldie.

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

>Quiet, fast.

>A born killer.

> Why didn't he finish the job?

He keeps the heads. And he eats the rest.

- Lucille?
-It's not just her wolf that does this.

He leaves the leftovers to the wolf.

Bone.

And he.

He eats people.

- He cooks them like steaks.
- Do not catch cold.

Like steaks.

And now it will be our turn.

Everything is fine.
Now take a deep breath.

He looks at those
heads on the wall.

The heads on the wall.

Fucking asshole. With
that little smile on his face.

She made me watch
while she fingered me.

- He forced me to
watch. <- Oh, Jesus.

He forced me to watch!

Christ, I wish I
had a cigarette.

Women. Sometimes
they just have to vent.

Tears flowed and
then it was all over.

You got us in big
trouble this time, Marv.

Whoever is behind it, He has the
right connections in the department.

Do you have clues?

Someone I spoke to told me that
Roark is in charge of everything.

Whoever it is knew I was
controlling the bitch from the start.

- Which whore?
- The one you're fixated on.

The
dead one.

Goldie.

I didn't know
she was a whore.

It doesn't make the
slightest difference, of course.

- But I didn't know. <-
A high class prostitute.

-She must have made you have a lot of fun.
- Shut up. A car.

Kevin.

I only have a
face and a name.

>See you
later, Kevin.

Let's
go.

They searched
the house.

They come
this way.

Bastards. I'll
show it to him.

There's no point in
dying like this, Marv.

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He is unconscious
and unarmed.

There is no
need to kill him.

Captain, the target.
There is no trace of him.

Here it is,
the track.

But he looks how
beautiful your raincoat is.

>I keep thinking about the cop
I just killed and what he told me.

> I was pissed off
about what he did to

Lucille, > so I worked
on him, that son of a bitch.

>-Only when I started tearing
him apart did he decide to speak.

>Just one name: Patrick
Henry Roark, a cleric.

> He could have become
president, but he chose to serve God.

> In the meantime he just so happens to have
become the most powerful man in the state.

> He blew up mayors and
governors like it was nothing.

> He got his corrupt brother
elected senator without the slightest

effort, > and now he's about to be
killed in the name of a dead whore.

>I'm getting used to the idea. The
more I think about it, the more I like it.

>Then the thought hits
me like a kick in the balls.

>What if I'm wrong?

>I'm sick. I have
mental confusion.

>And now that Lucille is
dead, I can't take medicine.

>What if I imagined it all?

>What if I became what everyone
always said I would become?

>A madman.

>-A homicidal maniac.

>You don't kill a man
without being sure you have to.

>-I have to make sure.

>-The merchandise is on
display when I reach the old city.

>-For a good hour I
ask around about Goldie.

>I don't get any answers,
but I know they will come.

>-Lucille told me
Goldie was a whore.

>And if she was, here are her
roots, her friends, maybe a family.

You can't be Goldie.
Goldie is dead.

Goldie. Yes, certainly.

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

Of course I have visions.

Bastard.

This is out.

Hit it, Wendy. Hard.

Wait a minute, why
did she call you Wendy?

Because she's my name, monkey.

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The nice one, I guess.

Goldie and the other
six: where are they?

<-What did you do with it?

How stupid are you, woman.

Take a look at this face.

Which ones would you sir
get me close enough to kill her?

None, except Goldie.

<-And she only did it because
she thought I would protect her.

I bet the cops didn't lift a finger
for the other girls, did they?

But as soon as they
had the blackbird

to blame, they came guns blazing.

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So, little doll, shoot me.

Or you better
get out of the way.

Oh, boy.

Ok, I'm glad we cleared that up.

- What is happening?
- I tied the knots. It's my specialty.

You stayed to get them and could have

snatched the gun out of
my hand at any moment.

Well, yes, but I was hoping I
could talk some sense into you.

Besides, I should have given

you one up and I don't hit girls.

I need a pair of handcuffs.

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Give him what you're
wearing and cut it out, Gail.

It's a farmer named Kevin
who killed Goldie, but Cardinal

Roark was the one who ordered her, I do not know why.

I know it sounds crazy.

No, however. Goldie
worked with the priests.

>Suddenly, the biggest piece of
the puzzle falls right into my arms.

>-I'm too stupid to immediately
reconstruct the picture, >but

she lights two cigarettes, she hands me one, I taste her lipstick.

>And suddenly, my heart starts beating
so fast that I can't hear anything else.

>I want to reach out and touch her
and feel Goldie's sweat one more time.

>But she's not Goldie.

Yes, this is fine.

>Then I'll need a dozen

tourniquets, made of pure latex.

And a roll of barbed wire.

And a pair of special
gloves for handling the wire.

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You bet.

She was my sister, so I
want to get to the bottom of it.

But why do you want to go
against Roark for a stranger?

She was kind to me, she gave me
something I didn't even know existed.

I've never even been
able to buy a woman.

You know, with my looks.

>I detach my thoughts from
her and crawl back into myself.

>It's almost time for the
massacre, it takes clarity.

>I check the list:
tourniquets,

gasoline, saw, >gloves, handcuffs,

barbed wire, hatchet, >Gladys and my paws.

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

Keep the engine running.

If you don't see me in 20 minutes, go
away from here, without looking back.

Kill him for me, Marv.

Kill him for me.

I won't let you down, Goldie.

She> she Is going
down to the kitchen.

>To have a midnight snack,
and I can imagine with that.

Come on, you son of a bitch.

> Hell, if he's smart.

Don't you know any
better, you filthy bastard?

>Good. React. Come
closer. I'm ready.

I caught you bastard. Now let's
see how you dance around me.

>I try to slow her heart and
blow the fire out of her lungs.

>I feel the muscles making me a
thousand promises of just as many pains.

Leave it to me, Marv.
She was my sister.

Let me finish it.

You shouldn't have
reached me, Wendy.

But I want...

>Sorry, baby, but I didn't
even start with this crap >and I

don't want you to see the rest. He would give you nightmares.

Ah, I'm really tired.

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It's this sawing and tying.

00:38:37,542
It would have been a mess
if I hadn't had all those laces.

Although I admit
that I got a sketch.

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Look who's there.

He has arrived.

Well done, puppy.

>-He doesn't let out a scream,
not even when the beast

is now full >and Kevin's
guts are scattered everywhere.

> And somehow, the bastard
is still alive, he still stares at me.

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

>He never screams.

> I give Kadie a ring and
ask Nancy to put something on

> and wait for me at her house. She says yes, as always.

Hi, Nancy, do you have a beer?

Sure, Marv. Who's the girl?

>-Nancy would do
almost anything for me.

>That's since a
student put his hands

on her >and I straightened him out.

>I short circuit when I
see women mistreated.

What do you want
me to do with her?

The best thing is to
drive her to Sacred Oaks.

What are you doing?
Will you leave town?

Oh, no. I like it here.

I steal a taxi from the car

park and respect the limit
so as not to attract attention.

>The ideas begin to clear
up, things to make sense.

>I owe you, Goldie.

>I have a debt with
you and I want to pay it.

>If hunting Roark
means dying anyway,

>well, I'll die laughing if
I get to the bottom of it.

Dead silence here,
no one in sight.

>Good, received.

- Kevin?
- Or what's left of it.

The dog ate the rest.

Oh, my God. You're a monster.

A demon.

If you scream, I'll pierce you.

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

And he died because
of a stupid prostitute.

It's not a good idea to talk about
Goldie like that, with me in front of you.

When she came to me...

he was a troubled boy.

Tormented by guilt.

I tried to advise him.

But that feeding on him
filled him with a candid light.

00:42:05,125
But what do you want to know?

I know that eating
people is pathological.

00:42:13,250
but also of souls.

And I tried too.

They were prostitutes.

Nobody misses them.
No one has mourned them.

Then your Goldie
was ruining everything.

She> she She hid in public places.

>And then to you.
You were ideal.

>You had broken a man's
jaw that same evening.

No one would ever believe you.

>Kevin killed her.

>And I unleashed the police,
but you didn't want to get caught.

>-You didn't want to stop.

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

... eliminate me.

She'll give you some satisfaction,
son?

00:43:14,208
Killing you no, no satisfaction.

But everything that
comes before I enjoy.

Kevin,

she's going home, let's go.

Now you can scream as much as you want.

I >It's beautiful, Goldie.
And as I promised you, even better.

> And when her eyes go out,

>the hell I sent him to will be
heaven after what I did to him.

- Stopped!
- OMG!

>They should have shot me in the head,
more than once, because once wasn't enough.

>What a stupid thing.

>Everyone knows how it will
end, but they still flap like flies.

>-What a waste of time.

>The months come off the
calendar and I'm here all intubated.

>Night after night I wait for
someone to come and finish me off.

>After a while I understand
that it won't be that simple.

>I've been standing for about ten minutes >when

the cops throw me back
with my legs in the air.

>They don't ask me questions.

>They are content to beat me to death

>and wave a confession
in front of my nose.

>I spit blood on it every time >and laugh at the

idea of how many copies
they have to prepare.

>Then this creep of an assistant
prosecutor shows up and turns off the

tape recorder >and says that if I don't sign the confession, they kill my mother.

> She broke his arm in
three places and signed it.

>From then on, it's the circus
that everyone wanted to see.

>They nail me for
everything: not just for the

ones I actually killed,
>but also for Lucille

and the girls Roark and Kevin ate, >and even Goldie.

> The judge is filled with a sacred
fury when she issues the sentence.

>It's just a few hours
until midnight and my

death, >when I get my
first surprise in 18 months.

>My only visitor.

>I'm ready for anything,
but not to that perfume.

I set it up for you well.
Isn't that right, Goldie?

00:45:52,958
You know, seeing
yourself like this...

You can call me Goldie.

> She smells like angels smell.

>The perfect woman.

>The goddess.

>Goldie.

She > she Says
her name is Goldie.

>They make me a not
bad steak for my last dinner.

>We even get a beer, the first
from the one at Nancy's house.

>Then they shave my head, put
me in a rubber diaper and proceed.

>And it's about
time, I tell you.

"Even if I walked through the
valley of the shadow of death..."

Are you making a move?
We're having a night here.

Did you hear it? Go.

You don't know
any better, squibs?

He went.

Forget it, dude.

He keeps knocking all night, I won't open

the door even if he
comes upon Satan himself.

You can't possibly
treat me like that, Shellie.

How much have we been through?

He will want to say
something to you.

>Oh! He means a lot.

A lot of money lost,
since no one starts flirting

with a waitress with puffy eyes and blue from bruises.

You're angry, baby.

And I forgive you, without
you even having to ask me.

There's quite a difference between getting pissed
off at someone who generally isn't that bad

and find out that you've
been fooled by some loser

asshole who runs away
from a wife he hasn't even told

you about every time he gets drunk,
that is, too often.

>Especially if he's
the kind of lame

asshole who hits a girl
to prove he has balls.

>You hurt me, Shellie.

Agreed that you
want to be the hard

one, but saying that I have no balls is not.

I am impossible to have.

>Do a good thing, Jackie
Boy, get help from an analyst.

He seeks help and you disappear.

>Open this door.

Come on, open the door,
Shellie. I'll take care of him.

>Open the door, so you'll see
how wrong you are about me.

- Make him happy, Shellie.
- No!

- -I can't wait.
- No!

If he finds out that you're with
me, here he gets really bad.

That clown is drunk as a bum.

And he's with four friends who are

just as horny, hard
and horny as him.

>Hey, I swore I just
heard someone talking.

>Anyone? Jackie Boy, there's a
real African orgy here at my house.

>I'm not racist.

I invited the Asian Quintet and half the

Basin City Blues bench
to keep me company.

Do you feel like facing them?

>You're provoking me, babe.

Among my best friends are...

But now you're abusing my patience, so stop

making me treat you like this when up until

now I point out that
it's out of politeness

that I haven't yet reduced
this door to splinters.

Okay, babe, you know who I am.

- And what can I do. One
two... >- Okay, okay! I arrive!

>No, I'm coming, I'm coming!

00:50:10,458
Did you bring the pack with you?

The beasts have a life,
that are always stuck to you?

00:50:18,833
Now you call some
of your friends who

work at the Saloon,
then we all go

around the clubs together, get really high.

I don't call anyone at all.

You have a man's shirt
and as hell it's not mine.

I feel everything on
you smells like sex.

00:50:46,208
-Who is he?
- Superman.

He flew out the window
when he heard you coming

because you scared him too much.

You think I don't have feelings.

If you want to beat me up, 00:51:05,083
and stop, ugly bastard maniac.

Oh, again. More lies about me.

And in front of my friends.

I've never hit a
woman in my life.

- What a blow!
- Health.

You're a damn bastard.
You're a damn coward.

- Babe, we're here to have fun.
- Already.

I'm going for a drink.

You could have stopped
by a little earlier, Jackie Boy.

This is how I introduced
you to my boyfriend.

A chance to see
what a real man is like.

<-Again, you keep breaking them.

But I forgive you.

Think how generous.

He is generous, yes.
But he has a bad temper.

You should never have
provoked him like that.

With me, however,
you don't have to worry.

Keep your hands to yourself and shut up,
or I'll cut that hairy little thing off.

00:52:16,083
Hey, babe. Do you call
them your friends or not?

Answer me.

You know how much I care.

HI. I'm Shellie's new
boyfriend and I'm freaking out.

You even just try to talk to Shellie
again, just think of her name, and

I affect you in such a way that then
you play cards with women, at most.

You're making a big mistake,
buddy. A serious mistake.

Yes? If only you knew
what mistake you made.

You haven't downloaded.

Troops, get out of here.

Don't fucking ask. Don't ask.

Street!

00:54:11,750
I gave him a little
of his own medicine.

I doubt he will be seen again.

- Your jaw?
- I've taken worse slaps than this.

Dwight, it happened with him a while ago,

before I showed you
back with your new face.

And I went there
because I felt sorry for it.

And only once.

00:54:36,417
Since I'm the least
of those stupid things,

I won't be the one to lecture you, Shellie.

But he is a threat.

He will definitely kill
someone if I don't stop him.

I'll call you.

No, don't follow him!

>Shellie screams
something I can't make

out >in the mess of the police helicopter.

>It could be "He's a
loser", but I'm not sure.

>It's a risk I shouldn't take, But I can't go

home and let Jackie Boy
and his cronies have fun.

>They are a pack of predators
and they are out for blood tonight.

>Woman's blood.

Damn, Dwight. Cabbage.

You're a fool.

A damn fool.

>My Caddy and I cut through the park >and

catch up with Jackie Boy
who rockets up the hill.

>I'm going beyond the limit.

>It's a good way to get noticed.

>And if you're a fresh-faced
murderer >one step,

nay, one footprint away
from the gas chamber,

like me, >the last thing you want is to be noticed.

> I don't have enough
money on me to bribe

that cop > and even if I did, > there's

always the remote possibility
that he's an honest one.

>Should I try to talk my way out of it

>or knock out the cop
and risk everything?

>But Jackie Boy saves me a
nice steaming pile of trouble.

Watch out, Jack.

Cops. We've got them on our ass.

Not for long. They
don't follow us there.

My guts are twisting.

>Jackie Boy is taking
us straight to the old town.

>The cop turns off the siren.

>He knows that he is not
the law, not in the old city.

>Here the law is the
ladies, beautiful and ruthless.

>If you have money
in your pocket and you

play by the rules, >they'll make you touch the sky.

>But if you screw
up, you're a corpse.

Hey babe. -Hey babe.
-Hey babe.

Jump on. We'll take you.

Oh, love. I work the day
shift and it was tough.

Also add that I don't do crowds.

Get in, baby. Come
on, just to talk.

I don't even make small talk.

Baby doll, I had
a really shitty day.

00:57:24,917
00:57:28,333
hooker 00:57:30,917
hard-earned money to pay her with, well...

There really is a
limit to everything.

Try the Alamo on Dillon Street.

The Alamo, not the Amigo.

Amigo is a place for fags.

00:57:47,875
like this, 00:57:51,625
End of the ride, Dwight.

We've been keeping an eye on those shits
since they showed up with the cop behind them.

Everything is under control.

Watch the show.

>There's no point
in arguing with her.

>The ladies have
their vigilantes.

How's the bartender? The one
who won't shut up for a moment?

Now's not the time, Gail.

Uh... we're nervous, right?

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

Besides that you have no
taste in women. Now, at least.

I told you, Gail.
Now's not the time.

Are those clowns over there
your bartender's friends?

One is convinced he is.

He is out of control.

I followed him to make
sure he didn't hurt the girls.

We defenseless girls.

>Death in all its forms is
about to strike within 20

meters of us, >and yet I
can't take my eyes off it.

We girls are safe, Lancelot.

But those at Chrysler, at the slightest

mistake, they will see Miho in action.

He's eager to practice.

>Gail guides my gaze to the goblin
perched on the edge of the roof.

- >- Lethal, little Miho.
- The alley's over, cowboy.

Back off and save yourself
and your friends a lot of trouble.

You're a naughty little girl.

Realize that you are in
no position to make threats.

The trap is set, armed
and ready to shoot.

>What do I care? I'm
scum. They deserve it.

>So why this feeling
that something is wrong?

They didn't kill
anyone that I know of.

They were heavy from Shellie,
it's true, but they didn't kill anyone.

Nor will they do it again.

>Why this feeling?

>Something Shellie
said. I can't focus on it.

Okay. I was more
aggressive than necessary.

- I'm excited.
- You're out of line.

You don't need a
woman, you need to sleep.

You can't handle a
woman in the state you're in.

She says you're missing
the instrument, Jack.

Do you want to see it?

Do you want to see the tool?

I've seen them in
all shapes and sizes.

And have you ever seen this?

Come on, come on.

Sweetie, you just made the
biggest mistake of your life.

Oh, God, no.

>It's absurd.

>Out of nowhere, for no reason.

Come on, come on. After you.

-She's got it.
-She doesn't have a damn thing.

He died. Only he is too
stupid to understand it.

That's right there
where I want you.

01:01:30,708
- Now I'll make you pay.
- Watch where you're stepping, Jackie Boy.

Ouch, ouch, ouch.

Do not laugh.

Nobody laughs. I have
friends you can't even imagine.

You will all burn.

Cut it out, he's just
having fun with you.

- That makes things worse.
- Don't bother.

Don't shoot. He plugged
the barrel. It will explode.

I told you don't bother.

I can not see.

What happens?

I can not see.

I feel nothing.

For the love of
God, Miho, finish it.

Yes. Do something quick.

>But she doesn't take
her head off his neck.

She> she turns him into a log.

>Then they get to work. They lay the corpses on the ground in the

alley and search their pockets, dividing the money when they find it.

>I'm going to go through
Jackie Boy's pants.

> He's wallet is swollen.

>Mastercard, Discover,
American Express

Platinum >and almost $300 in $20 bills

>that I'm not too proud
to stick in my pocket.

>Then I find an atomic bomb.

>Jackie Boy,

>you son of a bitch.

>The helicopter was making such a

mess> that I couldn't
understand what he said.

>I thought he was a "loser".

> Instead he was a "lieutenant".

>Detective Lieutenant
Jack Rafferty.

>Iron Jack, the
newspapers call him.

>A damn hero.

> He has held this
sort of truce for years.

>Cops get a share of the profits and
free entertainment whenever they want.

>The girls get the
administration of

justice >and the defense of their territory.

>If a cop comes into the neighborhood >not to

buy what the girls are
selling, they package

it up, >but send it back to the sender alive.

>It's the rule.

>It's the truce.

>The cops stay away.

>And the girls can keep
the pimps and the mob out.

>-Now the old city
will be an open city.

>It will be war.

>The streets will be red

with blood, >woman's blood.

The cops. The bad.

Things will go back to
the way they were before.

<-No, never this.

We have weapons, we will fight.

Cops, the mob and anyone who
has the intention of going against us.

- Let's go to war.
- Don't be stupid, Gail.

01:04:46,542
Decent engine and hard top.

I hide the bodies.

And that police car
that followed them?

They know Rafferty came here.

They will search
the river, the sewers.

They will find him and
come here to bomb us.

I will transport the bodies to
the wells. Cops don't look in wells.

Get that cannon out of
my face or I'll slap you.

Who do you think
you are to give orders?

- You got what you wanted from us.
- Shut up, Gail.

You took what you
wanted from me.

And you disappeared, fooling
around with that bartender.

Now you come back to
bring us this beautiful mess.

>Miho comes up behind me.

>One word from Gail,
and it opens me up halfway.

You will encounter
roadblocks. They will arrest you.

01:05:39,667
The pimps, the beatings,
the drugs, the rapes.

I won't encounter any roadblocks,
not yet. Get me that car. let's go.

If I fail, you will
have your own war.

I already told you get it
out of my face, after you!

Bastard!

No I remembered
how fast you were.

>My warrior.

> She almost rips my head off, >

pushing my mouth
into her so much it hurts.

>An explosion that sweeps
away all those monotonous, gray

years >that have passed since that
one fiery night in which it was mine.

Hard top and a decent engine

and above all a large trunk.

I will always love you, baby.

Always and never.

Where did you find this?

Look at the trunk.
They will never all fit.

Gail? Listen, if I don't need
you anymore, can't I go home?

This bloodbath has a very bad
effect on me, I'm almost about to vomit.

Sure, Becky, go ahead.

But don't tell anyone
anything, not even your mom.

They will never
fit in that trunk.

Not all in one piece, at least.

Miho.

Dry your hair as
soon as you arrive.

You cool down, otherwise she.

Ouch, ouch, ouch...

Hey, Becky. Gail told you no.

It's to hear my mom's
voice. I don't tell her anything.

Please don't tell Gail.

Hello Mom.

Those airheads.

>What did they think they were doing with
an old, dilapidated piece of iron like this?

>We barely managed to close
the trunk lid, it was so packed.

>We had no choice but to fix Jackie Boy on the seat next

to me, >where anyone who
bothered to look would see him.

> Come on, take
one of his cigarettes.

> He will do you good.

You smoking, huh, buddy?

Shut up, come on, Jackie Boy.

You are dead.

You're nothing but a
hallucination, so shut up.

Says a lot about your
mental state, don't you think?

You stand there hearing the voices,

you stand there with your nerves shaken.

Stay there smoking.

You know it too.

No one ever really stops.

The smoker comes out
when things aren't going right.

- And things aren't going right for you.
- I am fine. You, on the other hand, shut up.

He looks look there.

The whores got you in trouble!

What do you plan to do
when you run out of gas?

Will you call the tow truck?

You're an idiot
with chicks, you.

You'll never get to the wells.

Shut up, got it. I can do it.

01:09:56,625
01:10:03,792
How beautiful. It seems like a
film with the two friends-enemies.

Shut up!

01:10:15,958
It's over.

You failed.

01:10:24,208
Asshole, he's an asshole.

Dead, he is dead.

Talk, talk, but it's
a hallucination.

That doesn't mean the
bastard is absolutely right.

I'll never be able
to outrun the cop.

With this wheelbarrow.

Pull over.

I just have to decide
whether to kill him or not.

Not easy.

As far as I know, he's an honest policeman, a

worker with a wife, children and a mortgage to pay.

My hand moves by itself,

holds one of my guns, while
the thumb cocks the hammer.

- I do not know what to do.
-Pull over though, otherwise he'll get angry.

For you, this and more.

01:11:32,375
And now it's my turn to drive.

You're driving with
a blown taillight.

This time you pass.

What else will happen?

The car remains dry
400 meters from the wells.

>I push the T-Bird
for the final stretch.

>A few more and
it will all be over.

>Jackie Boy's gonna sink
in a goddamn tar pit, >I'm

gonna take a train to Sacred Oaks, I'll go home and goodnight...

I don't want to argue,
Dallas. You execute.

Clear the streets.
We are in isolation.

No pleasure in the
old city. Not tonight.

Don't fight. You wouldn't do
anything but harm yourself.

Your cause is lost.

We know everything.

Soon Detective Rafferty's body
will be in our possession and

the truce between you prostitutes
and the police will be broken.

There will be arrests.
There will be deaths.

My master will conquer what
remains of this neighborhood.

You will be made
slaves. Nothing can stop it.

But you are given the
power to save many

lives - just ease the
transition process by

negotiating the terms of
the Old City's surrender.

Son of a bitch. I know you.

01:13:41,375
Now I serve a new master and you and

your miserable race
will soon serve him too.

01:13:55,667
if you must, because he's
definitely already dead by now.

You do not know him.

My man will get through this.

He always manages to get by.

These Americans are absurd, always
ready to complain about how bad things are.

This is a beautiful
and big country.

Lighthouse and guide
of the modern world, yes.

Few taxes, the
land of opportunities.

Where is one bullet worth
the luck we'll make with this?

It's certainly better
than blowing up airports

and churches and getting nothing out of it.

Ouch, ouch, ouch.

Found anything, Murphy?

It's the dead cop's
badge, apparently.

It's all folded.

What got into it?

Oh, the misery. It's the bullet.

Son of a bitch! Bastard!

>They weren't cops, those four.

>They were mercenaries.

>And if they were in the pay of who I

thought they were, >the worst was yet to come.

>And to think that everything
seemed to be going so well.

Anyway, no one said we had
to turn him in in one piece, Brian.

01:15:35,375
01:15:38,833
What do you say, I'll
take a nap while I wait?

I'm down to earth, okay?

Uh, there you go.

Have you ever seen anything
so enchanting in your entire life?

Let's come back and
get you and if anyone

shows up, use your imagination, okay?

>Now it's silence.

>No air to breathe.

>Just the horrible, oily
taste of tar up your nostrils.

>Let him in. Let
it fill your lungs.

>They were counting
on you and you failed.

>Tiny steel fingers on my wrist.

>Miho, you are an angel.

>A saint.

>You are Mother Teresa.

>You're Elvis.

>You are God.

>And if I had arrived ten minutes ago
we would still have Jackie Boy's head.

Dwight, they got Gail.

It is evident: in the old city
there is a spy among you.

Someone who sold
you to the underworld.

We need to find out
who she is and save Gail.

And we have to get Jackie
Boy's head back before he

gets there and the whole
situation explodes in our hands.

Miho, you left one alive
enough to talk, I hope.

>I make him understand
that I'm not joking.

Let's talk.

>Stay clear. Stay cool.

>It's time to prove to your
friends that you're worth something.

>Sometimes it means dying.

>Sometimes it means
killing a lot of people.

There they are. What
are we going to do?

We're stopping them, Dallas.

>Jackie Boy's head
passes so close to

me >that I can almost
reach out and grab it.

Take the head.

Here she is! Here she is.

Suck this, you stupid bitch.

>I can't tell if Miho is alive or dead, >but I'm standing and

every molecule of my being
quivers with the desire to kill.

Do you want head,
honey? Come and get it.

You have guts.

I could have put
a bullet in her ear,

01:19:14,333
You got me in
your sights, darling.

I am as helpless as a child.

01:19:31,875
That story about the wet
revolver was a total lie.

01:19:37,750
01:19:41,042
If you once took the roof off a pub, with

mangled people flying
everywhere, a few

bang-bangs can't
compete with that scene.

01:19:54,833
with a remote control
that is a true masterpiece.

01:20:00,125
You killed mine.

Maybe they didn't tell you: never
give an Irishman a reason for revenge.

Deadly, little Miho.

>You don't even notice
it, unless she wants it.

> She Turns the blade around.

>He notices.

>I tell Miho what we're going to
do and how we're going to do it.

>I pick up poor Dallas's phone >and

make the most important
phone call of my life.

>First we have to save Gail,
then we will think about killing.

>-Kill without mercy.

Do we have to stand
here and watch?

Are you kidding, dude?

I could watch old Manute
all night without getting tired.

He is an artist.

Only an artist should be
able to touch such beauty.

You have perfect skin.

Reactive nerves.

Beautiful.

Give them what they want, Gail.

- Becky? <- It's over, Gail.

It doesn't make sense
now. Dwight is dead.

They have what
remains of the killed cop.

The mob will give it to the police
chief and they will exterminate us.

We have to agree.

Little bitch. You sold us out.

I had no other choice! They
would have killed my mom.

You need to agree on
this as soon as possible.

You're just a selfish bastard.

You'll get a lot of girls
killed for no reason.

It's not about your mom.

We would have protected
her and you know it.

You did it for the
money, stupid bitch!

Yes, even for the money. You
would have taken my mom to the old

town and she would have found out
that her daughter is a damn prostitute!

She breaks my heart. And to you?

01:22:10,667
It was the only way
to save my neck.

Your neck.

Your precious,
little, slender neck!

01:22:29,333
Schutz, bring me my blades.

<- Stuka, kill this one.
- No, you promised.

Stupid little bitch.
You deserve worse.

I knew there was a reason
to get up this morning.

Hey!

Hey!

No one, no one can be seen!

But look at this, she
passed me by. Guys, look.

01:22:57,458
It looks like a note.

Give it to me.

- Excuse me.
- From side to side. Watch.

"The cop's head for the woman."

-She's also starting to hurt.
- Come on, everyone out. And with women.

Guys, can't you have a doctor?

McCarthy, you fool.

Hey. Boys?

There are dozens of
them armed to the teeth.

>I am alone. Armed evil.

>But the alley is tortuous,
dark and very narrow.

>They can't surround me.

>Sometimes you can overturn the
prediction with careful choice of field.

Keep the old city,
I am not interested.

Give me the woman in exchange.

Shut up.

Dwight, don't do it.

- Wait a minute, something's not right.
- Don't talk or I'll get you stuck.

All right, Mr. McCarthy.

A fair exchange.

It's all about him. Now he wants to tell
me why I shouldn't tear you both to pieces?

Dwight, what have
you been up to?

Exactly what I needed.

Down to the smallest details.

No, that's not how it works!

He didn't have that
tape in his mouth!

Why does he have
that tape on his mouth?

>The battlefield matters a lot.

Nice little trick, McCarthy,
but it won't do you any good.

>But not as much as the presence
of your friends with tons of weapons.

No. McCarthy, you
damned asshole!

>The girls know
what they're doing.

>No escape, no
surrender, no mercy.

>We have to kill all
those disgusting bastards.

>Until the last one.

>Not for revenge, not because they deserve

it, >not to make the world a better place.

> We need a pile of bloody bodies, > so

when mob boss Wallenquist
checks his budget,

>he'll see how much it costs to go
against the girls from the old town.

>The Valkyrie at my side screams and laughs

>with pure bloody joy in
the thrill of the massacre.

>And so do I.

>Fire, baby.

>It will consume us both.

>Ours is not a fire that
belongs to this world.

>My warrior, my Valkyrie.

>You will always be mine.

>Always...

>...and never.

Good evening, officer.

I don't need any introductions,
right? You read the newspapers.

01:26:54,750
You know well who I am
and what means I have.

And I will use them, Hartigan.

I will use them all against you.

You cut off my son's ear, an arm and, not

happy, you also took
off his balls and his cock.

Now he's in a coma and they say
maybe he'll never come out of it.

01:27:21,292
He could have been the
first Roark president of the

USA, but you turned him into a
decerebrate without attributes.

01:27:34,583
Power doesn't come
from a badge or a gun.

Lies give you power.

Big lies and convincing
the world to side with you.

If you can make everyone
accept what they know in

their hearts to be false, you've got them by the balls.

There are... let's say...
500 people in this hospital?

I could fill you with bullets right
now without them even arresting me.

01:28:07,083
Otherwise all their
lies on which Sin City is

based would collapse
miserably like a house of cards.

01:28:20,958
01:28:23,792
own pocket for that broken heart you have.

01:28:36,583
They'll lock you up for raping
the little bitch and shooting my son.

And you will spend the rest of your
life in prison, disgraced, destroyed.

He is alone.

Your wife?

You tell her the
truth and she's dead.

You tell the truth to
someone, and he died.

They won't let me testify.

I told the police that you saved
me, and they treated me like crazy.

And they told my parents
to keep me out of it.

They're accusing
you of a lot of things.

I told them you saved me from Roark, but they

won't even visit me to
see that I'm still a virgin.

But I'm a virgin and
I'm alive, thanks to you.

They took everything
the wrong way.

Sometimes the truth doesn't
matter as much as it should.

But you will always
remember how it happened.

And that has value for me.

But stay out of it, Nancy. They'll
kill you if you don't stay out of it.

Don't come visit me.

Don't write to me.

Don't say my name.

Let's say he doesn't come to visit
you, but I will write to you, Hartigan.

“ I'll sign myself "Cordelia".

It's the name of the
detective in my favorite books.

I will write to you
every week, forever.

Sure, baby.

Now run home.

You are not safe here.

Goodbye, Nancy.

I love you.

John Hartigan.

Mr Law and Order.

Mr Perfettino.

Mr Almighty.

I have to give you credit
for having kept straight

all these years without ever having to pay for it.

But now you'll start
paying for it, my friend.

You'll start paying
for it, of course.

Maybe I should check
it out, he looks bad.

. Oh oh oh. He's healthy
and strong, Tammy. View?

The portrait of health.

There's Tammy.
Darling, what do you say?

I picked it up in the old town.

01:31:19,833
Can you hear me, Hartigan?

Don't be stupid,
start collaborating.

Maybe take a ride with Tammy.

Have you seen? She jumped.

You disgust her.

She heard about
you and that little girl.

>This is just the price I knew
I had to pay, and I'm paying it.

> Him You don't save a little girl's
life and then throw her to the dogs.

>Not at my house.

>They want a confession.
Well, they won't have it.

>There's a letter from Nancy
waiting for me in solitary confinement.

>You sign "Cordelia",
as promised.

> She doesn't mention
anything that might give her away.

> At first I think she'll write
to me another time or two,

> before committing to
things more suited to her age.

> But every Thursday
a letter arrives from her.

>What a child's love.

>-I try to stop my hand
from shaking as I pick it up.

> She She is the only friend I
have, the daughter I never had.

>My sweet Cordelia.

>Small, petite Nancy Callahan.

>Eight years later.

>One of those Thursdays
I jump off the cot,

>excited like a child at Christmas, >to find

myself staring at the
damn floor of the damn

cell, >looking around for a
letter from Nancy that isn't there.

>Another Thursday
without a letter follows.

>Will he be okay?

>Has something happened to her?

>Nothing.

>It's been two months.
Not a word from Nancy.

>Have they found it?
Will they get to her?

>Of course. Poor,
stupid old man.

>Do the math.
Nancy is 19 years old.

>How long did you
expect her to write to you?

> She Already she was a saint
to do it as long as she resisted.

>She has forgotten you, old man.

>You're alone.

>Now you are alone.

>-It stinks like hell.
Like rotten food.

>Like a corpse in a landfill
in the middle of summer.

> She stinks so much
I'm about to vomit.

>She practically rips
my head off, the bastard.

>When I come to, I see her.

>The same kind of
envelope Nancy has

always used, >but there isn't a letter inside.

>There is something soft,

>-something that has had a life.

>A piece of flesh and bone, >the index

finger of the right hand
of a 19 year old girl.

>How the hell did they find it?

She>-she was so careful.

> You never revealed where
she lives or where she works.

>I have to go out.
I have to help her.

>There's nothing else that
matters: not my life nor my pride.

>They just want her
to finally give up on me.

>You got me, Roark.
You defeated me.

>I tell them what they want to
hear, as if they want to hear it.

>I tell him I'm a
filthy pedophile.

>I confirm everything they want.

>I love you, Nancy.

It's a long walk to
the city, Hartigan.

- Do you want a lift?
- Only if you stay in front of me.

01:35:26,750
Christ.

Eight years.

Yes. Eight years.

Well, if it's any consolation...

«-. I made myself disgusted.

- Any news from Eileen? <- Yes.

She remarried four years ago.

She has two children.
I'm sorry, John.

No, it doesn't matter.

I'm happy.

Eileen always wanted children.

She will be a good mother.

You said it, Bob, she's had a
lot of water under the bridge.

>Bob and I give each other the
last one, affectionate greeting.

>Then I go looking for
the only human being

on the planet who has value to me: >Nancy.

>How did they find out it was
you who wrote me all those letters?

>How did they find
out who you were?

>And what did they
do to you, child?

>Not even a sound.

>No sign of life.

>Roark went to all this trouble
just to torture a poor old man?

>Like a child stinging a fly
after tearing off its wings?

>What did he do to Nancy?

> She seems to do nothing
but read, study and write.

>No agendas, or slips of paper
with telephone numbers or addresses.

>The only shred of clue is a
pack of matches from a cheap club.

>It's like shooting in the dark, but
maybe he has some friends there.

>-Wasted time.

>Nancy wouldn't mix with a
bunch of drunks and losers like this.

>-But if there is something to find here, the faintest trace of

where she is > or who kidnapped or mutilated her, I will find it.

Excuse me, miss. Maybe you can
help me. I'm looking for a person.

In such a cold night we
are all looking for a person.

That's not why.
Her name is Nancy.

Keep your eyes on
the scene, pilgrim.

She's just getting warmed up.

>Small, petite Nancy Callahan.

She> she Has grown up.

>-Has she blossomed?

>Nancy Callahan, 19.

>And I was expecting
a puny bookworm.

>Maybe even a
little shy, why not.

> How little you have told me about
yourself in your letters all these years.

>But how did they find it?

>Then I understand.

>-They were bluffing.

I led them straight to her.

> She hasn't seen you yet.

She> she Turns on her heel
and goes through the door.

She > she Lures the worm out.

>Take that Beretta out
of his hands and kill him.

>You're just a horny
ex-con watching a dancer.

> -A few more seconds
and he will be safe.

>No, Nancy. Don't notice me.

>Don't recognize me.

Nancy...

I don't have time
to explain to you.

I made a terrible mistake
and put you in danger.

We have to leave, right now.

- Your every wish, Hartigan. I only put one thing on.
- Okay.

And here I thought
you forgot about me.

About me and my silly letters.

They gave me strength.

They stopped me
from killing myself.

And now hurry.

- Let me drive.
- There's no talking about it.

I'm the only one who
moves this old iron.

And then, as things stand,
he knows you'll have to shoot.

- Not a weapon.
<- Under the seat.

It's charged and works.

Yes, it can go.

I went to the range to try
it on. He kicks like a mule.

Hartigan, I would like to
tell you so many things.

You have always
been in my thoughts.

I spent whole nights
thinking about you.

What are you saying?

Think about driving, Nancy.
You drive and don't go off the road.

OMG!

She's counting on you, old man.

What are you doing?

>Prove that you're
still worth something.

Keep staying the course, Nancy.

>He IS a decent shooter.

> He knows how to do it,
but he shoots too quickly.

>He Spits out
bullets like candy.

> He doesn't know
how to set the right pace.

> Aim carefully and look
at the devil in his eyes.

He stops the car, Nancy. I
have to confirm the death.

- As?
- Stop the car, come on.

Yes, stop the car.
He confirms the death.

He apologizes.
I'm a little dizzy.

He doesn't do
anything. You're good.

He stays here, I'll hurry.

No. Don't leave me alone.

I'm not in danger
when I'm with you.

I beg you. Do not
leave me alone.

The stench... to vomit.

>His blood stinks
even more than him.

Christ.

>And he is scattered everywhere.

But the worm's body is gone.

Time out. Let's go.

>Mermaids. They were
a friendly sound once.

>Now all that's left is to
find a den for the night, >calm

Nancy down, and think
about what I have to do now.

>That stench... somehow it doesn't
leave us until we reach the motel.

Nancy, I've been to your house.

The window was wide open.

The rooms almost empty. I
was sure they had kidnapped you.

The window? It's the third time
thieves have come this year.

I swore that if I saw you again
I would prove myself strong.

And instead I stood
there, scared and useless.

- What a bitch.
- You should sit down.

01:43:29,208
I've never been
the sensitive type.

>If it's about soothing a
traumatized nineteen year old,

>I'm like a paralytic operating
on her brain with a wrench.

It was only you, Hartigan.

In all these years.

It's tension that makes
you talk like that, Nancy.

You're exhausted.
You have to sleep.

- Sleep with me.
- Stop it, Nancy.

Eight years.

Why do you think she
continued to write to you?

It wasn't just gratitude.

I tried to fall in love.

And a couple of
times I almost made it.

But I was already
in love... with you.

Nancy, no! Jesus Christ.

I would be old enough
to be your grandfather.

- Now you're scared.
- I'm not afraid.

No!

There's the bottom of the
bottom, and then there's this.

Goodness, you're a child.

I love you.

I love you too.

With all my heart.

>Cold shower. A holy hand.

No, Nancy.

Do you recognize
my voice, Hartigan?

Recognize my voice,
bad shit of a cop?

I'm changed, but I bet
you recognize my voice.

Yes. I recognize
your voice, Junior.

Everything went to shit.

>Like an idiot, I betrayed
the only friend I have.

>Delivering her into the hands of a
murderous rapist I thought I had eliminated.

>Dulled by a spoiled
worm, son of a senator.

>What the fuck.

Klump, it's me.

I have a body here to come get.

And you have to
throw me a party.

I already have the girl, idiot.

01:46:10,375
<-1 irons I want
them clean and sharp.

Let everything be
ready, everything perfect.

I can do whatever I want,
as I please, when I please.

01:46:27,208
01:46:30,250
me back the equipment you
had removed between my thighs,

01:46:39,167
It must be said that, as you
can see, is there any side effect.

I'm not complaining, though. Ah, without
you around I had some fairytale years.

01:46:49,042
We wondered who
wrote you those letters.

She left no traces.

Cute girl. She's very
pretty. Very pretty.

01:47:04,958
Nancy, don't scream.

01:47:12,458
He will scream. I'll spend the night
there working on dear old Nancy.

And you'll die knowing
it was all your fault.

01:47:21,500
Dozens, believe me,
at least a hundred.

01:47:27,292
And if we were in an uninhabited place now, I'd

show you how I make
good old Nancy scream here.

01:47:46,250
>It's over. I have
no way to fight.

>I have no hope.

>I have no chance.

>It's over.

>End.

>No! At least try, old man.

>Keep your neck tense. Move.

>The window. Maybe
there's an alarm.

>The window!

>Keep your neck tense.
And don't faint. Don't faint.

>No alarm.

>The glass. Cut the rope.

>You can do it.

Inclement fate forces
me to comment to express

disappointment at his
impulsiveness in choosing to steal

an example of a car so impractical for use,
flamboyant at that, Mr.

Shlubb.

Relevant for this mission is the following
question, which I am now going to put to

you.
Where, in this aerodynamic and trunkless means of transport, 01:48:52,125
harbinger of erections it may be, 01:48:59,250
I can only express
perplexity bordering on alarm.

Tell me where Roark takes
the girls Or I'll take your head off.

In understandable terms.

The answer you ask for
is rural, even agricultural.

At the farm.

I didn't need anything else.

>Any cop knows about the Roark
family farm and to stay away from it.

>Shlubb and Klump
carried an arsenal with them.

>When will it be, These
cannons could come in handy.

>-But at first I will
have to be silent.

>Silent and ruthless.

>Nancy's car. 10
kilometers from the farm.

>"I'm the only one who can
move this old iron", he told me.

>Good. The car ditched
that yellow bastard

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

>You kept your mouth
shut. I bet Junior was furious.

>I bet Junior was furious.

> I bet he gave you
some serious slaps.

>But you were strong. You've
bought yourself a few minutes.

>There's still hope, Nancy.

>Don't scream.

>I park the car a
couple of kilometers from

the farm >and make my way through the woods.

>When it makes itself felt.

>The heart. It
can't be the heart.

>I'm healed.

>Bad cough. I spit blood.

>But it doesn't matter now.

>I won't have to stay
alive much longer.

>It's cowardly to kill like this,
but it doesn't make any noise.

>You'll be disgusted later.

Do you understand that this will only
make things worse, you ugly cow?!

Do you think I'm tired?

Is that so? Do you
think I'm getting tired?

01:51:17,375
01:51:20,458
You will ask for mercy.

You will scream.

You're going to
scream, you fucking slut.

You will scream.

Do you think I'll
just use the whip?

That was just foreplay.

Hartigan was right.

If I don't scream you
won't even get up.

You're pathetic.

You're pathetic.

The last thing to do is fool me.

He brings out the worst in me.

>Stupid old man. You
were in too much of a hurry.

Devil! It's a nightmare!

>Charging as Galahad. What I
promised myself I wouldn't do.

>Stupid old man.

- I caught him well.
- Don't take risks. Drill it all!

Wise advice.

01:52:48,625
It's over. She let her go.

Forget it, Hartigan.

I will look you in the eyes as I fillet the

woman of your dreams
right in front of you.

Look at yourself. You're
about to fall to your knees.

Don't even lift that cannon.

Yes but.

For a second you
almost scared me.

Nancy, sorry.

I won't take any
chances with you.

01:53:31,125
<-It's coming.

She will hurt.

Never like this.

Fool.

>I'll take away their weapons.

Both.

Eight... long... years,
you son of a bitch!

>Then I realize
I'm just planting wet

bone fragments in the ground >and I stop.

Goodbye, Junior.

It was a pleasure.

I didn't scream,
Hartigan, Not even once.

I didn't scream.

I know, little girl.

You are strong.

>By the time we get to the
car and Nancy stops shaking.

> Her skin is warm again.
She is back to herself.

Thanks for my coat.

And for all the little things.

Like saving me, twice.

- Better if you go now.
- Aren't you coming with me?

No. I'm waiting for friends,
we will collect the evidence.

I want this crap
to come to light.

I want to rehabilitate.

And putting Senator Roark
behind bars, that's her place.

I can't lose you... again.

You'll never lose me, Nancy.

>Nancy Callahan,
the love of my life.

>What a shame to lie to her.
I hope you can forgive me.

>Throw Senator Roark
behind bars? Yes...

>And after having performed
this miracle, I could knock God out.

>There is not a single prosecutor
who would charge Senator Roark.

> I killed his only son.

>The lineage is erased.

>Roark has lost his damned heir.

>He will use all his
power to take revenge.

> And he will do it by taking it
out on Nancy. He will find her again.

>There will never be an end.

>She will never be safe.

>Not as long as I'm alive.

>There's only one
way to beat him.

>The death of the old man...

>... for the girl's life.

>A fair exchange.

>I love you, Nancy.

Ha-ha. Yes.

01:57:00,708
It's not the city. A road
accident can happen anywhere.

Yes, it's just a fracture. She
will soon be as good as new.

Ha-ha.

Mh-mh.

>If you take the
right alley in Sin City...

>... you can find everything.

Becky...

Do you feel like smoking?

I love you mom.

Of everything.