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Just one hour to go.

My last day on the job.

Early retirement.

Not my idea.

Doctor's orders.

Heart condition.

Angina, he calls it.

I'm polishing my badge,
getting myself used to the idea

of saying goodbye to it.

It, and 30-odd years of protecting
and serving and tears and...

blood and terror,
triumph it represents.

I'm thinking about Eileen's slow smile.

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

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

A young girl who's out there somewhere,

helpless in the hands of a drooling lunatic.

Damn it Hartigan,

I won't let you do this.
You're gonna get yourself killed.

You're gonna get us both killed.

I won't let you.
I'm warning you.

Let go of my coat, Bob.

You're dragging me down with you.

I'm your partner.

They can kill me, too.

I aingt putting up with that.

I'm getting on the horn, calling for backup.

Sure, Bob. We'll just wait.

Sit on our hands while that Roark brat gets
his sick thrills with victim number four.

Victim number four!

Nancy Callahan, age 11.

And she'll be raped
and slashed to ribbons.

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

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

Take a deep breath, Hartigan.

Settle down and think straight.

You're pushing 60
and you got a bum ticker.

You aingt saving anyone.

You got a great attitude, Bob.

Real credit to the force, you are.

Eileen's at home waiting for you.

Think about Eileen.

Heck, Bob...

maybe you are right.

I'm glad to hear you're finally talking sense.

Hell of a way to end a partnership.

Hell of a way to start my retirement.

Nancy Callahan, age 11.

For all I know, she's dead already.

You've been a very good girl, Nancy.

You've been very quiet.

Don't be scared.

We're gonna be taking you home,
maybe soon.

But first,

we're going to introduce you to somebody.

He's a very nice man.

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

Wicked spot of indigestion.

At least that's what I pray it is.

lighthearted and momentary digression.

The briefest indulgment
in automotive pleasure.

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

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

Bun' Shlubb and Douglas Klump.

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

This Jaguar you so pinheadedly covet,

temporarily remanded to our custody,
though it may be,

remains the property
of the son of Senator Roark.

Gotta keep this quiet.

Take them down fast.

A single dent, the merest scratch thereupon,

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

shall surely be athwart us.

Catch your breath.

Give your heart time to slow down.

But it won't slow down.

Get over it.

She needs you.

We're all done here, Benny.

Let's give them some time together.

Give them some privacy.

Be with you in a minute, Lenny.

I'm making sure they get along really well.

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

You must be awfully scared now.

But you've got nothing to be scared of.

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

That's all.

Just a nice talk.
Just you and me.

Don't you cry now.

Doctor said it'd be like this.

Just take the pill he gave you.

No need to play it quiet.

Not anymore.

Breathe steady, old man.

Prove you're not completely useless.

What the hell?
Go out with a bang.

He likes to hear them scream.

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

all wide-mouthed and bug-eyed,

frozen in their last
horrible moment of living.

No screams.

Either I'm just in time,
or I'm way too late.

It's nothing.

Barely a flesh wound.

On your feet, old man.

Roark.

Give it up.

Let the girl go.

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

You know who I am.

You know who my father is!

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

Look at you.

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

Sure, I can.

Cover your eyes, Nancy.

I don't want you watching this.

I mean it, baby.
Cover your eyes right now.

I take his weapons away.

Both of them.

Hell of a way to end a partnership.

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

Don't make me kill you.

Doing fine, Bob.

Never better.

I'm ready to kick your ass.

Keep him talking.

Buy time.

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

Sit down and stay down.

I'll kill you if I have to.

Keep his mind off the girl,

skinny little Nancy.

Can't kill her once backup gets here.

Run home, Nancy.

Run for your life.

Hey.

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

What a tough man you are.

You stay right where you're at.

You shoot your partner in the back...

then you try to scare a girl.

Maybe I'll pull my spare rod,

plug you a couple of times,
show you how it's done.

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

Sit down or I'll blast you in half.

So slow, never stop me.
Sit down!

You'll never be able to stop me.

I finally sit down,

just like you told me to.

The sirens are close now.

She'll be safe.

Things go dark.

I don't mind much.

Getting sleepy.

It's OK.

She'll be safe.

An old man dies,

a little girl lives.

Fair trade.

Just tell me it isn't true, John.

What they're saying
about you and that child.

It can't be true.

If you ever want to see me again...

say something now.

We're looking at your basic
mountain of DNA evidence.

The testimony of your own partner,

corroboration by six eyewitnesses,
and that's just so far

and there's your own silence.

I'll do what I can, but let us
just say you are good and screwed.

Come on, Hartigan,

what's holding you back?

What's shutting you up?

This whole thing stinks
to high heaven.

I'm not the only one
on the force who smells it.

Sure, I'll rinse your
bedpan and wipe your butt.

That's my job.

But don't expect any friendly
chitchat out of me, mister.

I heard what you done to that girl.

I hope they throw away the key.

Evening, officer.

I don't have to introduce myself, do I?

You read the papers.

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

You know who I am and what I can do.

And I'm doing you, Hartigan.

Cold and hard, I'm doing you.

You blew my son's ear off.

You blew his arm off, you even...

blew his nuts and his pecker off.

He's in a coma right now.

They say he may never
come out of it.

My boy.

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

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

Pulling that trigger make you feel powerful?

Power don't come
from a badge or a gun.

Power comes from lying.

Lying big, and getting the whole
damn world to play along with you.

Once you got everybody agreeing

with what they know in their hearts
aingt true, you've got them by the balls.

There's what maybe,

500 people in this hospital.

I could pump you full of bullets right now,

and I wouldn't even be arrested.

Everyone would lie for me,

everyone who counts.

Otherwise, their lies,
everything that runs Sin City,

it all comes tumbling down
like a pack of cards.

But I want you firm and fit and healthy.

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

Fix that heart condition of yours.

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

You're gonna be convicted
of raping that little brat,

and shooting my boy.

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

disgraced, destroyed...

alone.

Your wife?

You tell her the truth and she's dead.

You tell anybody the truth
and they're dead.

They won't let me testify.

I told the cops that you saved my life,

and they just acted like I was crazy.

They talked my parents
into keeping me away.

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

I told them you saved me
from that Roark creep,

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

I'm still a virgin, still alive,

thanks to you.

They got it all backwards.

Sometimes, the truth doesn't
matter like it ought.

But you'll always remember things right.

That's gonna mean a lot to me.

But stay away, Nancy.

They'll kill you if you don't stay away.

Don't visit me.

Don't write me.

Don't even say my name.

Maybe you won't let me visit,

but I'll still write to you, Hartigan.

I'll sign my letters Cordelia.

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

I'll write you every week...

for forever.

Sure, kid.

Now, run on home.

It's not safe for you here.

Bye, Nancy.

I love you.

John Hartigan.

Mr. Law and Order.

Mr. By the Book.

Mr. High and Mighty.

I gotta give you credit,

being a straight arrow
for so damn many years

without it catching up with you.

It's catching up with you now,
friend of mine.

It's catching up with you but good.

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

He's hale and hearty, Tammy.

See?

He's the picture of health.

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

I rented her out of Old Town.

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

not in prison.

You hear me, Hartigan?

If you stop being stupid,

start playing along with us,

you might just get some of Tammy.

You see that?

She flinched.

You make her sick.

She heard about you
and that little girl.

This is nothing but a price
I promised myself I'd pay,

and I'm paying it.

You don't save a little girl's life,

then turn around
and throw her to the dogs.

Not in my book, you don't.

They want a confession.

They won't get it.

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

She calls herself Cordelia,
just like she promised.

She makes no mention of anything
that would give her away.

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

before her young mind moves
on to better things.

But every Thursday, another one arrives.

What a sweet kid.

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

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

My sweet Cordelia.

Skinny little Nancy Callahan.

Eight years pass.

Then comes a Thursday when
I bound from my cot,

excited as a kid at Christmas,

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

looking for a letter from
Nancy that isn't there.

Then another Thursday with no letter.

Is she all right?

Did something happen to her?

Nothing.

Two months now.

Not a word from Nancy.

Did they find her?

Did they get to her?

Of course!

Stupid old man.

Do your math.

Nancy's 19 years old.

How long did you expect her
to keep writing?

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

She's forgotten you, old man.

You're alone.

You're all alone.

This guy smells awful,

like bad food.

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

He stinks so bad, I want to throw up.

Practically knocked my head off,
the bastard.

When I come to, I see it.

The same kind of envelope Nancy always uses,

but there's no letter inside of it.

Something soft,

something that ought to be alive,

a hunk of meat and bone that ought
to be the index finger

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

How the hell did they find her?

She was so careful.

She never gave away where she
lives or where she works.

I've got to get out.

I've got to help her.

Nothing else matters.

Not my life and not my pride, either.

It's only one final surrender they want.

You got me, Roark.

You beat me.

I'll get it, Claire.

It's gotta be Marv.

He never sleeps and he's
always getting himself in deep.

Yeah.

What?

Hartigan, my God, it is you.

Yes, yes.

No, I'll get right on it, right this second.

I'll be there by ten, I promise.

Lucille, she wouldn't give up on
me back before the trial.

She almost slugged me when I stopped
her from hiring a new attorney.

When I refused to plead
innocent she did slug me.

When she hears what I'm gonna do
she'll probably slug me again.

Hartigan.

Hot damn.

It's like they were waiting for my call.

They're ready to deal.
They're practically begging for a deal.

They're scared of something.

One of them promised me
you'd be out on parole

if you confessed and expressed
regret and all that other dumb crap

that of course we won't go for.

No, we're getting you out for time served,
no strings attached.

Then, we're gonna turn right around
and sue those sorry sons of bitches

for false prosecution.

You're gonna be exonerated.

You're gonna be a very rich man.

This isn't like you think it is.

Like hell it isn't. Doesn't take a
genius to figure out who framed you.

But even Senator Roark...
You hung up the phone too soon.

We'll use the law, the press...
Going to a lot of trouble for nothing.

He will never know what hit him.

I'm gonna confess.

Excuse me?

John Hartigan, crawling on his
belly in front of a parole board,

confessing to raping a little girl
and blubbering for mercy?

No, doesn't work.

I'm going in there and I'm telling them
I'm a twisted, wretched child molester.

I'm agreeing to anything
they want from me.

All right, you son of a bitch.

Let's get this over with.

I say everything they want to hear,

just the way they want to hear it.

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

I agree to everything they want from me.

I love you, Nancy.

It's a lot of miles into town, Hartigan.

You care for a ride?

Long as you stay in front of me.

Prison's made you paranoid.

Talk about water under the bridge.

Christ.

Eight years.

Yeah.

Eight years.

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

you made me hate myself.

Any word from Eileen?

Yeah.

She got remarried,

four years ago.

She had two kids.

I'm sorry, John.
Nah.

Don't be.

I'm glad.

Eileen always wanted kids.

She'll make a good mother.

Like you said Bob,

water under the bridge.

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

then I go looking for the only human
being who means a damn to me,

Nancy.

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

How did they find out who you are?

And what have they done to you, baby?

Not a sound.

No sign of life.

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

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

What has he done to Nancy?

All she does is read and study and write.

No diary,

no phone numbers or addresses
written down anywhere.

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

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

A dead end.

Nancy wouldn't have anything to do

with a pack of drunks and losers like this.

But if there's anything to be found here,

the faintest lead to wherever Nancy is

or who kidnapped and mutilated her,

this is the place.

Excuse me, miss.

Wondering if you could help me.

I'm looking for somebody.

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

It's not like that.

Her name is Nancy.

Eyes to the stage, pilgrim.

She's just warming up.

Skinny little Nancy Callahan.

She grew up.

She filled out.

Nancy Callahan, 19 years old.

And here I was, expecting
a skinny little bookworm,

maybe a bit too shy for her own good.

How little she told me about
herself in all her letters,

for all those years.

How the hell did they find her?

Then it hits me.

They were bluffing.

I've led them straight to her.

She hasn't spotted you yet.

Turn around and walk out the door.

Lead the creep outside.

Get that Beretta away
from him somehow,

and kill him.

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

Just a few seconds and she'll be safe.

No, Nancy. Don't notice me.

Don't recognize me.

There's no time to explain.

I've made a terrible mistake,

put you in terrible danger.

We need to get out of here
right this second.

Whatever you say, Hartigan.

Let me throw some clothes on.

And here I'd figured you'd
forgotten all about me.

Me and my dumb letters.

Kept me going.

Kept me from killing myself.

Hurry up, will you?

Maybe I should drive.

Not a chance.

Nobody but me can keep
this heap running.

Besides, from the sound of things,

you might have to shoot somebody.

I don't have a gun.

Under the seat.

It's loaded and it works.

Yeah, this'll do.

Taken it to the range
a couple of times.

Kicks like a mule.

Hartigan,

there's so much I've
wanted to say to you.

You've never been far from my thoughts.

I've lain awake nights, thinking of you.

What are you talking about?

Damn!

Keep driving, Nancy.

Keep driving and keep
the car on the road!

I got it!

She's counting on you man.

What are you doing?

Prove you're still worth a damn.

Try to keep it on the road, Nancy!

He's a decent shot.

He's got skill,

but he's in too much of a hurry.

Throwing away bullets
like they were candy.

He doesn't know how to take his time.

Aim careful and look the devil in the eye.

Stop the car, Nancy.

Gotta confirm the kill.

What?
Stop the car, now!

Right. Stop the car, confirm the kill.

Sorry.

I got a little rattled.

It's Ok.

You did great.

Sit tight. I'll be right back.

No! Let me stay close.

Nothing can happen
to me when I'm with you.

Please? Let me stay close.

The stink.

I almost gag.

His blood smells worse than he does.

Jesus.
And it's all over the place.

But the creep himself, he's gone.

We're out of time.

The sirens.

I used to welcome the sound.

Nothing to do now but find a
place for the night,

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

The stink...

somehow it stays with us
all the way to the motel.

Nancy, I went to your apartment.

Your window was thrown wide open.

The rooms looked almost empty.

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

My window?

Robbed again?
That's the third time this year!

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

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

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

You'll feel better if you sit down.

I've never been all that good with people.

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

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

So it's always been you, Hartigan.

All these years.

It's just nerves making you say that, Nancy.

You're just exhausted.

You need to sleep.

Sleep with me.
Stop it, Nancy!

Eight years.

Why do you think
I kept writing you those letters?

It wasn't just gratitude.

I tried to fall in love with boys.

Even thought I did once or twice.

But I was already in love...

with you.

No.

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

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

I love you.

I love you, too.

With all my heart.

Cold shower. It helps.

No, Nancy.

You recognize my voice, Hartigan?

Recognize my voice, you piece of shit cop?

I look different, but I bet
you can recognize my voice.

Sure. I recognize your voice, Junior.

Everything's gone straight to hell.

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

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

Suckered by a spoiled brat
son of a senator.

It's all gone to hell.

Klump, it's me.

I got a dead man needs to be fetched.

I want you to set me up for a party.

I've already got the girl, you dumb shit!

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

My tools better be clean and sharp.

It better be ready! It better be perfect!

I get to do whatever I want,

however I want,
whenever I want it!

My dad.

I'd love him if I didn't hate him.

He spent a fortune hiring
every expert on the planet

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

just so the old fart can hold out some
kind of hope of having a grand kid.

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

I'm not complaining, no.

Since you've been gone,
I'm having the time of my life.

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

We wondered who wrote those letters.
She left not a clue.

Clever girl.
And so pretty, so pretty.

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

Nancy, don't scream.

Whatever he does to you, don't scream.

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

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

They've all screamed, Hartigan.

Dozens of them, maybe a hundred.

Eight years' worth.
Every one of them has screamed.

If there weren't
so many people hereabout,

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

It's gonna be one hell of a show!

This is it.

No way to fight it now.

No hope left.

No chance.

This is it.

This is the end.

No.

Give it a shot, old man.

Keep your neck tight.

Move.

The window, maybe there's an alarm.

The window.

Keep your neck tight,
goddamn it! Stay conscious!

Stay conscious.

No alarm.

The glass! Cut the rope.

You can do it.

You can do it.

It is inclement upon me to comment
with marked displeasure,

on your rash impulsiveness in selecting

such an eye-catching
and impractical car

to heist, Mr. Shlubb.

Protest though you might, Mr. Klump,

you must none-the-less admit
to the sheer phallic majesty

of said Ferrari's performance.

An engine of Cyclopean power throbs
beneath this steel stallion's hood.

Irrelevant to said mission is the following
query which I now put forth to you.

Wherein this most streamlined and...

trunkless of transports,

boner-inspiring though it may be,

wherein are we to reposit,

our recently deceased to cargo?

A worthy concern.

Neatly elucidated.

I can only express puzzlement
that borders on alarm.

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

In plain English, creep!

The answer you seek is rural,

even agrarian.

The farm!

That's all I need to hear.

Every cop on the force

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

Shlubb and Klump were packing an arsenal.

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

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

Quiet and nasty.

Nancy's car, six miles from the farm.

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

Good girl.

The car stalled out on
that yellow bastard

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

You kept your mouth shut.

I'll bet Junior was furious.

I'll bet he slapped you around
something fierce.

But you stayed strong.

You bought a few extra minutes.

There's still a chance, Nancy.

Don't scream.

I ditch the car a mile
or so from the farm

and make my way through the woods.

I'm not halfway there when it hits.

My heart.

Can't be my heart.

I was cured.

Bad cough.

Blood in it.

Doesn't matter now.

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

Rotten way to kill a man,

but it's quiet.

Hate yourself later.

You're only making this worse,
you stupid cow!

Do you think I'm tired?

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

You're the one who's gonna crack!

You'll crack!

You'll cry and beg!

You'll scream!

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

You'll scream!

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

That was foreplay.

Hartigan was right about you.

You can't get it up unless I scream.

You're pathetic!

You're pathetic.

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

It brings out the worst in me.

Stupid old man!

In too much of a hurry.

Damn!

It can't be!

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

Stupid old man!

You tagged him good!

Don't take no chances.
Perforate the fool.

Good advice.

Give it up, Junior.

It's over.

Let her go.
You're dreaming, Hartigan!

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

Look at you!

You're about to keel over!

You can't even lift that cannon!

Sure, I can.

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

Nancy, I'm sorry.

I'm taking no chances with you.

First I soften you up,

and then it's showtime.

Here it comes.

It's gonna hurt.

You're right about that.

Sucker.

I take away his weapon.

Both of them.

Eight long years, son of a bitch!

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

into the floorboards, so I stop.

So long, Junior.

Been a pleasure.

I didn't scream, Hartigan,

not once.

I didn't scream.

I know it, baby.

You grew up strong.

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

Her skin is warm again.

She's herself again.

Thanks for remembering my coat.

And for all the little things.

Like saving my life, twice.

You better get rolling.

You're not coming along?

No. I have friends on their way,

to collect evidence.

I'm gonna blow this whole
sick mess wide open.

I'm gonna clear my name.

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

I can't lose you, not again.

You'll never lose me, Nancy.

Nancy Callahan,

the love of my life.

Shame to lie to her.

I hope she forgives me for it.

Get Senator Roark behind bars?

Sure.

Maybe after I've pulled off that miracle,
I'll go and punch out God.

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

I killed his only son.

The bloodline is cut.

Roark's lost his goddamn legacy.

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

He'll go after me through Nancy.

He'll find her again.

There 'll be no end to it.

She'll never be safe.

Not as long as I'm alive.

There's only one way to beat him.

An old man dies,

a young woman lives.

Fair trade.

I love you, Nancy.

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

I let her hear my footsteps.

She only goes stiff for a moment.

Care for a smoke?

Sure.

I'll take one.

Are you as bored by that crowd as I am?

I didn't come here for the party.

I came here for you.

I've watched you for days.

You're everything a man could ever want.

It's not just your face,

your figure,

or your voice.

It's your eyes.

All the things I see in your eyes.

What is it you see in my eyes?

I see a crazy calm.

You're sick of running.

You're ready to face
what you have to face.

But you don't want to face it alone.

No.

I don't want to face it alone.

The wind rises electric.

She's soft and warm
and almost weightless.

Her perfume a sweet promise that
brings tears to my eyes.

I tell her that everything will be all right.

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

I tell her I love her.

The silencer makes
a whisper of the gunshot.

I hold her close until she's gone.

I'll never know
what she was running from.

I'll cash her check in the morning.

Yes.

Oh, Mom, don't go on like that.

It's not the city.

I could've gotten in a
traffic accident anywhere.

Yeah, just a fracture.

The doctor said it's a clean break.

It should be right as rain in no time.

Turn the right corner in Sin City,

and you can find...

anything.

Becky.

Care for a smoke?

Love you, too, Mom.

Anything.

The night is hot as hell.

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

I'm staring at a goddess.

She's telling me she wants me.

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

I want you.

She smells like angels ought to smell.

The perfect woman.

The goddess.

I need you.

Goldie.

She says her name is Goldie.

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

And that cold thing happens
to my stomach.

And I realize Goldie's dead.

Not a mark on her.

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

aren't moving like if she was breathing.

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

Lying next to her, stone drunk,
just like she was.

Damn it, Goldie.

Who were you and who
wanted you dead?

Who were you besides
an angel of mercy,

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

It sure as hell wasn't my looks.

So why the sleazy saloon?

Why the kindness, Goldie?

The cops,

they're telling me too much,

showing up before anybody

but me and the killer could know
there's been a murder.

Somebody paid good money for this frame.

No reason at all to play it quiet.

No reason to play it any way
but my way.

Whoever killed you is gonna pay, Goldie.

Open up, police!

I'll be right out.

I don't know why you died, Goldie.

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

I never even met you before tonight,

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

And when I find out who did it,

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

It'll be loud and nasty,

my kind of kill.

And when his eyes go dead,

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

I love you, Goldie.

Claire?

Now, don't worry, Lucille.

I was just grazed.

You got any beers around this place?

No way I'm giving
you any alcohol.

Besides,

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

No.

Go ahead.
You're worse without them.

Thanks. You're the best.

Lucille's my parole officer.

She's a dyke, but God knows why.

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

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

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

Haven't seen you like this in a while.

Got in a fight with some cops.

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

Not that I know, but...

they know they've been in a fight,
that's for damn sure.

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

There aingt no squaring it.
Not this time.

This isn't some barroom brawl.

Or some creep with a gas can
trying to torch someone.

Hey, hey. This is big.

Settle down, Marv.
Take another pill.

Hey! There aingt no settling down!

This is blood for blood,
and by the gallons.

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

They're back.
There's no choices left.

And I'm ready for war.

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

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

But I'm out now.

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

But I'm out.

I know exactly what I gotta do.

Now, for Gladys. Sweet Gladys.

But I'll have to sneak past Mom,

and her ears have gotten a whole lot
better since she went blind.

Mom still hasn't changed
a thing in this room.

Every week she dusts it all off so it
looks like it was only yesterday

that I moved out.

Every time I come visit,
she has me sleep in here,

and the old smells make me cry
like they do right now.

I knew Gladys would be safe here.

I call her Gladys after one of
the sisters from school.

She's almost lived up to the name.

For a while we just get the
feel of each other back.

Good as ever.

I tell her about Goldie and
what we have to do.

Marvin?

Is that you, baby?

Yes, Mom.
I'm sorry I woke you up.

I couldn't sleep for the worry.

There were men here looking for you.

They weren't police.

It was about my job.

I got a new job.

It's night work.

What did you do to your face?

Oh, I... cut myself shaving.

You're getting confused again, aren't you?

Mom, I feel better than I have in years.

You were scared, weren't you, Goldie?

Somebody wanted you dead and you knew it.

So you hit the saloons, the bad places,

looking for the biggest,
meanest lug around and finding me.

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

and I'm gonna give him
the hard goodbye.

Walk down the right back alley in Sin City...

Leave your hands off Nancy.

and you could find anything.

That coat looks like Baghdad.

So does your face.

Take off!

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

Kadie's is my kind of joint.

Nancy's just getting
started with her gig,

but already the crowd's breathing hard.

Plenty of nights I've drooled over Nancy,

shoulder to shoulder with all
the other losers like me.

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

I'm looking for something small and hairy.

Take it easy, Weevil.
I'm here to do you a favor.

It's money in your pocket.

Spread the word.

Tell him I've been hitting
the joints drunk off my butt,

shooting my mouth off,
crying over some hot babe named Goldie.

What'll it be, Marv?

A shot and a brew, Shellie,
and keep them coming.

Sure, honey. You take it slow, now.

Most people think Marv is crazy.

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

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

swinging an ax into
somebody's face.

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

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

Show's over, dickwad.

Drink up.

That's one fine looking coat
you're wearing there.

Your killing days are over,
you over-the-hill,

do-gooder son of a bitch.

I love hit men.

No matter what you do to them,
you don't feel bad.

Take it off.

What?

A fine coat like that,
and you're bleeding all over it.

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

It wasn't you losers who killed Goldie.

The guy who did that,

he knew what he was doing.

So tell me, man. Who sent you?

I don't hear you giving me any names.

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

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

It was Telly. Telly Stern.

Passed me the order.

He runs the tables over
to the Triple Ace Club.

Thanks again.

Then the damnedest thing happens.

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

Just need my medicine, is all.

Bastard.

You're gonna pay for what you did to me.

Feel like talking, Louie?

How many got paid off for the frame, Louie?

How many for the kill?

It was Connelly. He set me up.

He'll never talk.

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

Connelly talks.

They all talk.

What have been your sins, my son?

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

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

These here hands of mine,
they got blood all over them.

You're speaking figuratively.

When I need to find something out,

I just go out and look for somebody

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

Sometimes, I ask pretty hard.

By way of a for instance,

I killed three men tonight.

Tortured them first.

You might say I been,

working my way up the food chain.

First two were minnows,
small-time messengers.

But it was Connelly,

the money man,
who fingered you, Padre.

Dear Lord, man,
this is a house of God.

Just give me a damn name.

Roark.

You really are pushing your luck Padre.

feeding me garbage like that.

It can't be that big.

There's a farm at North Cross and Lennox.

It's all there.

Find out for yourself.

And while you're at it,

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

Worth dying for.

Worth killing for.

Worth going to hell for.

Amen.

His keys say the padre
drove a Mercedes,

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

Modern cars, they all look
like electric shavers.

Goldie.

Goldie!

It couldn't be Goldie.

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

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

That wasn't Goldie back there.

Goldie's dead,

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

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

The cold thing,

it creeps into my gut and tells me
one more time it won't let go.

This is a bad place, this farm.

People have died here...

the wrong way.

I don't want to fight, pooch.

I got no gripe with you.

Easy, boy.

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

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

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

So I sniff around to see what's buried.

Here we go.

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

I go blind.

Not a sound.

Nobody's that quiet.

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

It was you, you bastard.

You killed her.

You killed Goldie.

It was...

I blew it, Goldie.

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

Too quiet, too quick.

A killer born.

Why didn't he finish the job?

He keeps the heads.

He eats the rest.

Lucille?

It's not just that wolf of his.

The wolf just gets scraps.

Bones.

It's him.

He... eats... people.

He cooks them like they were steaks.

Let's get you warm.

Just like they were steaks.

Now he's got both of us.

It's all right.

Take a nice, slow breath.

Just look at the heads on the wall.

The heads on the wall.

The heads on the wall.

Son of a bitch!

He kept smiling that damned smile.

He made me watch,

him suck the meat off my fingers.

He made me watch!
Oh, Jesus.

He made me watch!

Christ, I could use a cigarette.

Dames.

Sometimes all they gotta do is let it out.

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

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

Whoever's behind this whole thing,

has his connections right
in the department.

Any leads?

One guy I talked to told me it was,

Roark running the show.

Whoever it is,

he knew I was checking out that
hooker almost before I did.

What hooker?

The one you've been obsessing over.

The dead one.

Goldie.

I didn't know she was a hooker.

Doesn't make any difference
about anything.

But I didn't know that.

She was high-class stuff.

Must have shown you quite a time.

Quiet.

There's a car coming.

Kevin!

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

I'll see you later, Kevin.

Let's go,

They're done checking the house.

They're coming this way.

Bastards. I'll show them.

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

No, don't shoot! Please.

Listen to me.
I'm his parole officer.

He's unconscious and unarmed,

so there's no need to kill him.

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

Here's a sign!

That there is one damn fine coat you're wearing.

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

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

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

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

Just a name.

Patrick Henry Roark,

man of the cloth.

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

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

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

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

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

I'm getting used to the idea.

More and more,
I'm liking the sound of it.

Then it hits me like a kick in the nuts.

What if I'm wrong?

I've got a condition.

I get confused sometimes.

And with Lucille dead,

I can't get my medicine.

What if I've imagined all of this?

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

A maniac.

A psycho killer.

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

I've gotta know for sure.

The merchandise is on display,

by the time I make
my way to Old Town.

For an hour or so,
I ask around about Goldie.

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

Lucille said Goldie was a hooker,

and if she was she has roots here,

Friends, maybe even family.

You can't be Goldie.

Goldie's dead.

Goldie. Yeah, sure, right.

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

No wonder I'm seeing things.

Bastard!

He's crazy.

Hit him again, Wendy.

Harder.

Wait a minute.
Why did she call you Wendy?

Because that's my name, you ape.

Goldie was my sister.

My twin sister.

I guess she was the nice one.

Goldie and the other six,

where are they?

What did you do to them?

You crazy goddamn broad.

Just take a look at this mug.

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

None of you would,

but Goldie.

And she only did because she
thought I could protect her.

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

But as soon as they had
me for a fall guy,

they showed up, guns blazing.

But they didn't get me,

and I've been killing my way
to the truth ever since.

So, go ahead, doll.

Shoot me now,

or get the hell out of my way.

Nuts.

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

What the hell?

I tied those knots!

That's my specialty.

You sat there and took it,

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

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

And I probably would have
had to paste you one,

and I don't hurt girls.

I need a pair of handcuffs.

What style do you want?

I got a collection.

Just give him the ones
you got with you, Gail.

It was a farm boy named
Kevin who killed Goldie,

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

I know that sounds crazy.

No, it doesn't.

Goldie worked the clergy.

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

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

she fires up two cigarettes
and hands me one,

and I taste her lipstick on it,

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

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

But she isn't Goldie.

Yeah, yeah. This'll do.

Also I'm gonna be needing,

a dozen two-foot lengths...

of this rubber tubing.

And a spool of razor wire,

and a pair of those special gloves,

that'll let me handle the wire.

Beefing up the old home security, huh?

You bet your ass.

She was my sister,

so I'm in this one to the end.

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

She was nice to me,

gave me something
I didn't even know existed.

I wasn't never even able...

buy a woman.

Yeah, the way I look.

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

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

I check the list,

rubber tubing, gas, saw,

gloves, cuffs, razor wire, hatchet,

Gladys and my mitts.

We're close enough. Pull over.

Yes, Marv.

Keep the engine running.

If I'm not back in 20 minutes,

you get the hell outta
here and don't look back.

Kill him for me, Marv.

Kill him good.

I won't let you down, Goldie.

Heading downstairs to the kitchen.

Getting himself a midnight snack,

and I can guess what kind.

Come on, you son of a bitch.

Damn, he's slick.

Is that the best you can do, creep?

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

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

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

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

Let me do it, Marv.

She was my sister.
Let me finish him.

You wasn't supposed
to come down here, Wendy.

Oh, but I want to...

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

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

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

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

It's all that sawing and tying.

It's not as easy as it looks.

Could have been a real mess around here,

if I didn't have that tubing
for tourniquets.

I gotta admit,

there was a spurt or two,

to get the scent in the air,

to get that friend of
yours to come running.

Well, what do you know?

Look who's here.

Here he comes.

That's a good dog.

He doesn't scream,

not even when the mutt's had its fill

and Kevings guts are lying
all over the place.

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

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

He never screams.

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

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

Hey, Nancy, you got any beers?

Sure, Marv. Who's the babe?

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

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

and I straightened him out but good.

It really gets my goat when
guys rough up dames.

What do you want me to do with her?

Well, your best bet is...

drive her all the way up to Sacred Oaks.

What about you?

Are you leaving town?

Hell, no.

I like it here.

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

so as not to get any attention.

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

I owe you, Goldie.

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

So, if going after Roark means dying,
win or lose,

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

Quiet as a grave out here.

No sign of target.

All right, keep a lookout.

Kevin?

What's left of him, anyways.

The dog ate the rest.

Oh, my God.

You monster.

You demon.

Don't scream or I'll plug you.

He had the voice of an angel,

yet he spoke only to me.

And he's dead now because
of one stupid whore.

It's not a real good idea for you
to talk about Goldie that way,

while I'm around.

When he came to me...

he was a tormented boy.

Tormented by guilt.

I tried to counsel him.

But the eating,

it filled him with white light.

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

What the hell do you know?

I know it's pretty damn weird
to eat people.

He didn't just eat their bodies,

he ate their souls.

And I joined in.

They were all whores.

Nobody cared for them.

Nobody missed them.

And then your...

Goldie almost ruined everything.

She stayed in public places.

And then with you.

You were so convenient.

You'd broke a man's jaw that very night.

Who would believe a thug like you?

Kevin killed her.

I ordered the police in for you,

but you wouldn't be caught.

You wouldn't stop.

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

eliminate me.

Will that give you satisfaction, my son?

Killing a helpless,

old...

fart?

The killing, no.

No satisfaction.

Everything up until the killing,

will be a gas.

Kevin...

we're going home.

You can scream now if you want to.

It's beautiful, Goldie.

It's just like I promised, only better.

And when his eyes go dead,
the hell I sent him to

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

Freeze! Oh, my God!

Jerks.

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

It's so stupid.

Everybody knows what's coming,

but they go through
the motions anyway.

What a waste of time.

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

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

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

I'm on my feet for ten minutes

before the cops kick them out from under me.

They don't ask me any questions.

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

And I keep spitting
blood all over it

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

Then along comes this worm
assistant district attorney

who turns the recorder off and says,

if I don't sign their confession,

they'll kill my mom.

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

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

They nail me for the works,

not just the people I did kill,

but even Lucille and the girls
that Roark and Kevin ate,

and even Goldie.

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

Midnight and my death are
only a few hours away,

like when I get my first
surprise in 18 months.

My only visitor.

I'm ready for anything but that scent.

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

I'm sorry, Wendy.

I... I got confused again.

Just seeing you like this.

You can call me Goldie.

She smells like angels ought to smell.

The perfect woman.

The goddess.

Goldie.

She says her name is Goldie.

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

They even throw in a brew.

It's the first I've had
since back at Nancy's.

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

And it's about damned time, if you ask me.

Yea, though I walk,

through the valley of the shadow...

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

You heard the man.

Hit it.

Is that the best you can do, you pansies?

He's gone.

Forget it, man.

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

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

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

Everything we've shared,

It has to mean something to you.

It meant plenty.

Plenty of lost pay on account
of how nobody wants

to flirt with a waitress whose face is
all purple and swollen up with bruises.

I know you're angry, baby.

I forgive you for that without you asking me to.

There's a difference between getting
honked off at a guy who's not so bad,

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

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

every time he gets drunk,
which is way too often!

Especially the kind of total jerk loser

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

That hurt, Shellie.

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

but don't go trying to cut my nuts off.

I am impossible to get.

Do yourself a favor, Jackie Boy,

and get help,

like... a shrink.

Get help and...

get lost.

Open the door.

Go ahead and open the door, Shellie.

I'll take care of this.

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

Oblige him, Shellie.

I'm ready for him.

No! If he knew that you were here with me,

you don't know how bad this could get!
This clown's got a big, mean drunk on.

He's got four friends
out there in the hall,

breathing hard and just as drunk as he is.

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

Somebody!

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

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

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

You feel like taking them on?

You are teasing me, baby.

Some of my best friends...

But you're really pushing my buttons.

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

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

I could kick this damn door to splinters.

OK, baby, you know what I can do.

You know what I can do.

All right, then!
One, two...

All right. All right, all right!

Troops, make yourself at home.

You brought your whole pack with you?

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

You're gonna love this, baby.

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

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

and it's gonna be great.

I aingt calling up nobody.

That's a man's shirt,

and I'm sure as hell
it aingt one of mine.

You got somebody's love
stink all over you.

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

Who is he?
He's Superman.

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

'cause you scared him so bad.

You think I have no feelings at all.

If you're gonna slug me,

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

There you go, lying about me again,

right in front of my friends.

I have never hit a woman in my life.

That's showing her, man.

You goddamn bastard.

You goddamn coward.

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

I gotta take a leak.

Wish you'd dropped by earlier, Jackie Boy.

Then you could've met my boyfriend.

Could've seen what a real man looks like.

There you go, after my nuts again.

But I forgive you.

I'm a generous guy.

He is generous.

But that temper of his...

You never should have
picked on him like you did.

My temper you don't have to worry about.

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

I've been told.

Oh, you don't wanna be hitting
the streets dressed like that honey.

It's a jungle out there.

Besides, you got a couple of phone
calls you ought to be making.

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

Answer me!

Oh, I don't need this grief.

Hi.

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

You ever so much as talk
to Shellie again,

you even think her name,

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

You're making a big mistake, man.

A big mistake.

Yeah?

You already made a big mistake yourself.

You didn't flush.

Troops, get outta here.

No questions, damn it.
No questions. Now!

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

I just gave him a taste
of his own medicine.

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

How's your jaw?

I've been slapped around worse.

Dwight,

he was from a while back,

before you showed up again
with that new face of yours.

And it was only 'cause I felt sorry for him.

And it was only once.

I've done some dumb things.

Seeing how I'm one of those dumb things,

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

But this guy,

he's a menace.

He might kill somebody if I don't stop him.

I'll call you later.

No, don't go!

Shellie shouts something I can't make out

over the racket of
a passing police 'copter.

Stop!
It sounds like stop,

but I can't be sure.

It's a chance I shouldn't be taking,

but I can't go home and forget about it,

and let Jackie Boy and his
pals find their fun.

They're a pack of predators,

and they're out for blood tonight,

a woman's blood.

Damn it, Dwight. Damn it.

You fool.

You damned fool.

I cut my Caddy across the park

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

I'm speeding.

That's a good way to get yourself noticed.

If you're a murderer with a new face
who's one fingerprint check away

from the fast track to the
gas chamber like I am,

the last thing you want is to get noticed.

I don't have nearly enough
cash on me to bribe this cop,

and even if I did,

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

Do I try to talk my way out of this,

or do I take this cop down and risk it all?

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

Watch it, Jack!

Cops! They're right on our ass!

Not for long.

Not where we're headed.

My gut tightens up.

Jackie Boy's leading us
straight to Old Town.

The cop shuts off his siren.

He knows he's not the law,

not in Old Town.

The ladies are the law here,

beautiful and merciless.

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

they'll make all your dreams come true.

But if you cross them,

you're a corpse.

Squad car's long gone.

I called it. Was I right?

You're always right, Jack.

None of us ever doubted
you for a second.

But I heard things about these girls.

Things they'd done
to guys who got out of line.

Who's out of line?

Hey, baby. Hey, baby.

Hop in, sugar. We'll get you there.

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

Besides, I don't do group jobs.

Get in the car, baby.

We'll just talk. It'll be nice.

I don't do talk jobs, either.

Baby doll,

I've had me one hell of a bad day.

I've been beat up every time I turn around.

But the day I get turned down by a hooker

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

well,

there's only so much a man can take.

Go try the Alamo over on Dillon Street.

That's the Alamo, not the Amigo.

The Amigo's a fag joint.

Are you having a good time
humiliating me like this

for no damn reason at all?

That's far enough, Dwight.

We've been on top
of these peckervvoods

since they showed up with
that cop behind them.

Everything's under control.

Enjoy the show.

There's no use arguing with her.

The ladies are their own enforcers.

So how's the barmaid?

You know, the one
that never shuts up?

Not right now, Gail.

Wound up a little tight, aren't we?

That's your whole problem, Dwight.

You worry too much.

That, and your lousy taste in women.

These days, anyway.

Damn it, Gail. Not right now.

Those clowns down the way,

they some of the barmaid's boyfriends?

One of them thinks he is.

He's outta control.

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

Us helpless little girls.

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

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

Us girls are safe as we can be, Lancelot.

Those boys in that Chrysler
are one mistake away

from seeing what Miho can do.

And she's been aching for some practice.

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

Deadly little Miho.

You're running out of alley, cowboy.

Turn around.

Save yourself and your
buddies a ton of grief.

You're a sassy little thing.

You aingt hardly in any kind of
position to be making threats.

The trap is set, locked and ready to spring.

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

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

They haven't killed anybody I know about.

It got pretty bad at Shellie's place,

but they didn't kill anybody.

And they won't.

Why this rotten feeling?

Something Shellie said.
I can't place it.

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

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

It's not a woman you need.
It's a good night's sleep.

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

She's saying you aingt got
what it takes, Jack.

You wanna see it?

You wanna see what I got?

I've seen all shapes, all sizes.

You seen this one?

Get in the car.

Oh, sugar,

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

Oh, God, no!

This is crazy!

Out of nowhere, for no reason at all!

Go ahead.

Go ahead. Go ahead.

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

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

I got you right where I want you.

This is a career-ending wound, whore.

And there's gonna be hell to pay.

Watch your step, Jackie Boy.

This isn't funny.

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

Every one of you is gonna burn.

Hang it up.
She's just playing with you.

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

Don't pull the trigger.
She blocked the barrel. It'll backfire.

I told you to shut up.

I can't see.

What's happening?

I can't see.

I can't hear anything.

For God's sake, Miho, finish him.

Yeah. Make it quick, will you?

She doesn't quite chop his head off.

She makes a Pez dispenser out of him.

Then it's straight to business

Stretching corpses out on the floor and
going through their pockets,

divvying up cash when they find it.

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

His wallet is packed.

MasterCard, Discover,
Platinum American Express,

and nearly 300 bucks worth of twenties

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

Then I find an atom bomb.

Jackie Boy,

you son of a bitch.

There was a helicopter that
kicked up such a racket,

I couldn't quite make out what she said.

I thought Shellie said stop.

She said cop.

Detective Lieutenant Jack Rafferty.

Iron Jack, the papers call him.

A goddamn hero cop.

It's held for years, the shaky truce.

The cops get a slice of the profits

and free entertainment when
they throw a party.

The girls get to administer
their own brand of justice.

They get to defend their own turf.

If a cop blunders
into the neighborhood

and he's not shopping for
what the girls are selling,

they send him packing,

but they send him back alive.

That's the rules.

That's the truce.

The cops stay out.

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

Old Town will be left wide open.

It'll be war.

The streets will run red with blood.

Women's blood.

The cops!

The mob!

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

The hell they will!

We got guns.

We'll fight the cops and the mob

and anybody else who tries
to move in on us.

We'll go to war.
Don't be stupid Gail.

You wouldn't stand a chance.

Get me a car.

Make sure it's a hardtop
with a decent engine.

I'll hide the bodies.

Did you forget that cop car
that trailed them here?

The cops know Rafferty came here.

They'll check the river,

they'll check the sewer.

They'll find him and come gunning for us.

I'll haul the bodies to the pits.

The cops won't check the pits.

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

Who do you think you are, giving orders?

You got what you wanted out of us.

Shut up, Gail.

You got what you wanted out of me!

And you were gone,

off playing with that barmaid.

Gone until you brought
this unholy mess on us.

Miho moves to my back.

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

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

It'll be the bad old days all over again.

The pimps, the beatings,
the drugs, the rapes!

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

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

Get that gun out of my face now!

Bastard!

I forgot how quick you are.

My warrior woman.

She almost yanks my head clean off,

shoving my mouth
into hers so hard it hurts.

An explosion that blasts
away the dull, gray years

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

A hardtop with a decent engine.

And make sure it's got a big trunk.

I'll always love you, baby.

Always...

and never.

Where'd you find that heap?

Just look at that trunk.

We'll never fit them all in.

Gail?

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

you think maybe I could go home?

All this blood and stuffs got me
feeling like maybe I'm gonna hurl.

Sure, Becky, go home.

But don't you talk to anybody,

not even your mom.

They'll never fit in that trunk.

Not like this, they won't.

Miho.

Dry your hair as soon
as you get home!

You'll catch cold if you don't.

Hey, Becky.

Gail said no calls.

I just want to hear my mom's voice.

I won't tell her nothing.

Please, don't say nothing to Gail.

Hey, Mom?

Dizzy dames.

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

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

we packed it so tight.

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

Out where anybody who cares
to look will see him.

Go ahead,

take one of his cigarettes.

It'll help.

It's got you smoking there, bud.

You shut the hell up, Jackie Boy.

You're dead.

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

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

It's got you hearing things.
It's got your nerves shot.

It's got you smoking.

You know it's true.

Nobody ever really quits.

A smoker's a smoker when
the chips are down.

And your chips are down.

I'm fine. You shut the hell up.

Will you look at that?

Those hookers let you down.

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

You sucker for the babes, you.

You aingt even gonna make it
to the pits.

You shut the hell up.

I'll make it.

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

Watch it!

Ah, this is great.

Just like being in a buddy movie.

Shut up!

Boy, you're screwed,

you're out, you're finished.

Stick a fork in it.

You're swirling around
the bottom of the bowl,

nose-diving down the pipe.

It's over.

You're flushed.

I can't bring myself to tell him to shut up.

Sure, he's an asshole.

Sure, he's dead.

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

None of that stops the bastard
from being absolutely right.

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

Not in this heap.

Pull over!

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

Tough call.

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

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

My hand moves all on its own,

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

I don't know what to do.

You better stop.
You're making him mad.

Whatever you say.

Your friend here,
party a little too hard tonight?

I'm the designated driver.

Well, you're driving
with a busted tail light.

I'll let you off with a warning.

What next?

The tank goes dry a quarter
mile from the pits.

I shove the T-Bird the rest of the way.

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

Jackie Boy will go into the damn tar pits,

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

No more questions, Dallas.

Do what I say.

Clear the streets.
We're in lockdown.

We're not selling any tail in Old Town.

Not tonight.

Don't struggle.

You'll only hurt yourself.

Your cause is lost.

We know everything.

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

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

There'll be arrests.
There'll be deaths.

My employer will seize what
remains of this neighborhood.

You will all be slaves.
Nothing can stop this.

But it is within your power
to save many lives,

by facilitating the process of transition,

by negotiating the terms of
the surrender of Old Town.

Son of a bitch! I know you.

I have suffered your kind before,
the dregs of Sin City.

I serve a new master now,

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

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

because by now, he is surely dead.

You don't know him.

My man will find a way.

He always finds a way.

I can't fathom these
Americans always whining

and going on about how they got it so bad.

This is a fine, grand country.

Guiding light of the modern world, it is.

Low taxes, land of opportunity.

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

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

without shite to show for it.

You find something, Murphy?

Looks to be a poor,
dead cop's badge.

It's all bent up.

What's this stuck in it?

Bloody hell. It's the bullet.

You son of a bitch!

Bastard!

They weren't cops, these four.

They were mercenaries.

If they were hired by who
I think they were,

the bad times haven't even started yet.

And everything seemed to be going so well.

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

You got a good point there, Ronnie.

Lend me your knife.

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

I'm at the bone, all right?

There we go.

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

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

use your imagination, OK?

Silence, now.

No air to breathe.

Only the horrid, oily tar taste
creeping up my nostrils.

Let it in.

Let it fill your lungs.

They were counting on you
and you blew it.

Skinny, steely fingers at my wrist.

Miho, you're an angel.

You're a saint.

You're Mother Teresa.

You're Elvis.

You're God.

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

Dwight, they got Gail!

It's a cinch. You got yourselves
a spy in Old Town.

A stoolie who sold you out to the mob.

We gotta find out who it is
and rescue Gail.

First, we gotta get Jackie Boy's head

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

Miho,

I hope to hell you left one
of them alive enough to talk.

I let him know I'm not fooling around.

We talk.

Stay smart. Stay cool.

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

Sometimes, that means dying.

Sometimes, it means killing a
whole lot of people.

There they are.

What do we do?

We stop them, Dallas.

Jackie Boy's head is so close to me

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

Get the head! Get the head!

I got it! I got it!

Suck on this, you stupid slag!

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

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

You want the head now, sweetheart?

So come down and get it!

Brave lad.

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

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

You got the drop on me, love.

I'm as helpless as a baby.

I got to come clean with you, sweetheart.

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

You see, I'm not too fond of shooting.

It's my preference to blow things up.

Once you blast the roof off a pub

and seen all the parts flying off people,

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

Here's me, with all these fine grenades,

and such a sweet beauty of a remote.

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

You killed me mates.

Someone shoulda told ya.

Never give an Irishman
good cause for revenge.

Deadly little Miho.

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

She twists the blade.

He feels it.

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

I grab poor Dallas's earphone
and make the most important call of my life.

First, we gotta rescue Gail,
then comes the kill.

The big, fat kill.

Do we just gotta stand here and watch this?

What, are you kidding me, man?

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

I mean, the man's an artist.

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

Your skin is perfect.

Your nerves, responsive.

Beautiful.

Just give them what they want, Gail.

Becky?
It's over, Gail.

There's no fighting them.

Dwight's dead.

They got what's left of that cop we killed.

The mob's gonna turn it
over to the police chief.

The cops are gonna mow us down,
we gotta cut a deal.

You little bitch!

You sold us out!

I didn't have no choice!

They was gonna hurt my mom.

You gotta out a deal
with these people.

It's selfish, you holding out like this.

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

It wasn't your mom!

We could have protected her
and you know it.

It was the money,
you stupid little bitch!

Sure, there's money.

Sure, you could've moved
my mom into Old Town

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

Breaks your heart, doesn't it?

They offered me what you
couldn't never offer me,

a way out.

I had to watch out for my own neck.

Your neck.

Your precious, scrawny, little neck!

You're crazy!

You could have ripped my
throat out, you crazy whore!

Schutz, fetch my blades.

Stuka, kill this one.

No, I was promised!

Stupid little bitch!

You deserve worse!

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

Hey.

Hey.

Nobody. I don't see nobody.

Will you look at that?

It's right through me.

Guys, look.

There's something wrapped around it.

Some kind of note.

Give it to me.

It's poked right through me.

Guys, look.

It's starting to hurt.

Out back. Everyone.
Bring the women.

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

McCarthy, you fool.

Hey.

Guys?

Dozens of them,

armed to the teeth.

I'm outnumbered, outgunned.

But the alley is crooked,

dark and very narrow.

They can't surround me.

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

You can have Old Town, I don't care.

Just give me the woman.

Shut up.

Dwight, don't do this.

Hey wait a minute.
Something's not right.

Shut up, or I'll plug you!

Of course, Mr. McCarthy.

A fair trade. She's all yours.

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

Dwight, what have you done?

Exactly what I had to.

Every step of the way.

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

How come there's tape over his mouth?

Where to fight counts for a lot.

Cute trick, McCarthy,
but it will do you no good.

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

No! McCarthy, you shit!

The girls all know the score.

No escape,

no surrender,

no mercy.

We gotta kill every last rat
bastard one of them.

Every last one.

Not for revenge,

not because they deserve it,

not because it'll make the
world a better place.

We need a heap of bloody bodies

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

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

They run out back.

Right on schedule.

Deadly, little Miho.

She gets her practice in.

The Valkyrie at my side is
shouting and laughing

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

and so am I.

The fire, baby.

It'll burn us both.

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

my warrior woman, my Valkyrie.

You'll always be mine.

Always...

and never.