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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.

>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,

of Senator Roark's son.

>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.

I will kill you if you force me.

>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.

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?

Only scratches.

- 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.

them, to point you out to me, father.

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.

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.

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.

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.

shoot. I beg you.

probation officer.

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.

The nice one, I guess.

Goldie and the other six: where are they?

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.

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.

through corpses to the truth.

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.

I have a collection of them.

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.

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.

eh, don't believe it.

It's this sawing and tying.

It would have been a mess if I hadn't had all those laces.

Although I admit that I got a sketch.

that your little friend can join us.

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.

he felt the touch of almighty God.

But what do you want to know?

I know that eating people is pathological.

feed on their bodies,

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?

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?

mental confusion.

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!

Did you bring the pack with you?

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

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.

else and you went there tonight.

-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,

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.

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.

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!

hell did you do to him?

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.

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.

slaps from all sides.

hooker

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.

like this,

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.

like this, bitch.

- 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.

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.

hope. Give me a car.

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.

again, like old times.

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.

keep an eye on the road, sugar.

How beautiful. It seems like a film with the two friends-enemies.

Shut up!

It's over.

You failed.

tell him to shut up.

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.

he give us up tonight?

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.

people like you, the scum of Sin City.

Now I serve a new master and you and

your miserable race will soon serve him too.

shed a tear for Dwight McCarthy,

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.

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,

wasn't wet and useless.

You got me in your sights, darling.

I am as helpless as a child.

That story about the wet revolver was a total lie.

shooting very much.

blow everything up.

If you once took the roof off a pub, with

mangled people flying everywhere, a few

bang-bangs can't compete with that scene.

with a remote control that is a true masterpiece.

that I will finish you.

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 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?

can never offer me: a way out.

It was the only way to save my neck.

Your neck.

Your precious, little, slender neck!

ripped my throat out, psycho bitch!

Schutz, bring me my blades.

- 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.

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.

you will have seen my face everywhere.

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.

He could have been the first Roark president of the

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

make you feel powerful?

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.

everyone that matters.

Otherwise all their lies on which Sin City is

based would collapse miserably like a house of cards.

fully healthy and fit.

surgery out of my

own pocket for that broken heart you have.

time to live, I assure you.

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.

will have to give up in prison.

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.

She's had a lot of water under the bridge.

Christ.

Eight years.

Yes. Eight years.

Well, if it's any consolation...

«-. I made myself disgusted.

- Any news from Eileen?

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.

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.

better if you sit down.

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.

perfect or I'll tell dad.

them clean and sharp.

Let everything be ready, everything perfect.

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

love it if I didn't hate it.

specialists in charge

me back the equipment you had removed between my thighs,

some hope of having a grandson.

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.

me to your dear Cordelia.

We wondered who wrote you those letters.

She left no traces.

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

tastes, but I'll pass over her this time.

Nancy, don't scream.

to you, don't scream.

He will scream. I'll spend the night there working on dear old Nancy.

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

Dozens, believe me, at least a hundred.

And I made them all scream.

And if we were in an uninhabited place now, I'd

show you how I make good old Nancy scream here.

>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,

harbinger of erections it may be, repeat, will we go to place our deceased cargo?

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?

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.

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.

bit and in the end I'll kill you.

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.

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.