Heavily influenced by film noir, a collection of interweaving stories all based in the corrupt, crime infested hell-hole that is Basin City. Starring Bruce Willis and Clive Owen.
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'She shivers in the wind like the last leaf on a dying tree.
'I let her hear my footsteps.
'She only goes stiff for a moment.'
Care for a smoke?
Sure. I'll take one.
Are you as bored by that crowd as I am?
I didn't come here for the party.
I came here for you.
I've watched you for days.
You're everything a man could ever want.
It's not just your face,
your... figure or your voice.
It's your eyes.
All the things I see in your eyes.
What is it you see in my eyes?
I see a crazy calm.
You're sick of running.
You're ready to face what you have to face,
but you don't want to face it alone.
No. I don't want to face it alone.
'The wind rises electric. She's soft and warm and almost weightless.
'Her perfume a sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes.
'I tell her that everything will be all right.
'That I'll save her from whatever she's scared of
'and take her far, far away.
'I tell her I love her.
'The silencer makes a whisper of the gunshot.
'I hold her close until she's gone.
'I'll never know what she was running from.
'I'll cash her cheque in the morning.'
'Just one hour to go. My last day on the job.
'Early retirement. Not my idea. Doctor's orders.
'Heart condition. "Angina", he calls it.
'I'm polishing my badge, getting used to the idea of saying goodbye to it.
'It and the 30-odd years of protecting and serving and tears
'and blood and terror and triumph it represents.
'I'm thinking about Eileen's slow smile,
'about the thick fat steak she picked up at the butcher's today.
'And I'm thinking about the one loose end I haven't tied up.
'The young girl who's out there somewhere,
'helpless in the hands of a drooling lunatic.'
Dammit, Hartigan. I won't let you do this.
You're gonna get yourself killed. You'll get us both killed.
-I won't let you.
-Let go of my coat, Bob.
You're draggin' me down with you. I'm your partner.
They can kill me, too. Ain't puttin' up with that.
I'm gettin' on the horn and calling for backup.
Sure, we'll just wait
while that Roark brat gets his thrills with victim number four.
Victim number four. Nancy Callahan, age 11.
She'll be raped and slashed to ribbons
and that backup that we're waiting on will 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 ain't 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.
-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 going to be taking you home really soon.
But first... we're going to introduce you to somebody.
He's a very nice man.
'Halfway to the warehouse, where Weevil said they took her, it hits.
'Wicked spot of indigestion.
'At least that's what I pray it is.'
..the most light-hearted and momentary digression,
the briefest indulgent in automotive pleasure.
For cheap thrills. Such short-lived durability, Mr Shlubb.
You would risk engendering an ill will on the part of our employers...
'Burt Shlubb and Douglas Klump,
'two any-dirty-job-there-is thugs with delusions of eloquence.'
This Jaguar you so pinheadedly covert
temporarily remanded to our custody,
remains the property of the son of Senator Roark.
'Gotta keep this quiet. Take 'em down fast.'
A single dent, the merest scratch
the consequences of which I recently made mention
shall surely be afford us.
'Catch your breath. Give your heart time to slow down.
'But it won't slow down.
'Get over it.
'She needs you.'
We're all done here, Benny. Let's give them some time together.
-Give them some privacy.
-Be with you in a minute, Lenny.
I'm just making sure they get along.
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.
Just a nice talk, just you and me.
Don't you cry now.
'Doctor said it would be like this. Just take the pill he gave you.
'No need to play it quiet. Not any more.
'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 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 ya.
-I'm doing fine, Bob.
ROARK GASPS IN AGONY
Ready to kick your ass.
'Keep him talking. Buy time.
'Just a few more minutes 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 the backup gets here.
-Run home, Nancy. Run for your life.
-Don't listen to him, he's a crazy man.
-A tough man you are, huh?
You stay right where you're at.
You shoot your partner in the back,
then you try to scare a little girl.
Later I'll pull my spare rod,
plug you a couple of times, show you how it's done.
Could have worked something out but you've blown it. Sit down
or I'll blast you in half.
You're so slow you'll never stop me.
-You'll never be able to stop me.
'I finally sit down, just like he told me to.
'The sirens are close now. She'll be safe.'
SIRENS DISTANT IN BACKGROUND
'Things go dark. I don't mind much.
'It's OK. She'll be safe.
'An old man dies, a little girl lives.
'The night is hot as hell.
'It's a lousy room in a lousy part of a lousy town.
'I'm staring at a goddess.
'She's telling me she wants me.
'I'm not gonna waste another second wondering how I've gotten so lucky.'
I want you.
'She smells like angels ought to smell.
'The perfect woman.
I need you.
'Goldie. She says her name is Goldie.'
'Three hours later and my head's feeling several sizes too big,
'and that cold thing happens to my stomach,
'and I realise Goldie's dead.
'Not a mark on her.
'You'd have to check her pulse to notice those perfect breasts
'aren't moving like they would if she was breathing.
'She was murdered and I was right here when it happened,
'lying next to her, stone-drunk just like she was.
'Dammit, 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?'
'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 well 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 going to 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.'
HELICOPTER WHIRS OVERHEAD
SIRENS WAIL IN DISTANCE
Don't worry, Lucille. I was just grazed.
-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?
-Go ahead. You're worse without 'em.
Thanks. You're the best.
'Lucille's my parole officer.
'She's a dyke, but God knows why.
'With that body, she could have any man she wants.
'The pills come from her girlfriend who's a shrink.
'She tried to analyse me once but she got too scared.'
I haven't seen you like this in a while.
-Had a fight with some cops.
-Didn't happen to kill any of 'em, did you?
Not that I know of, 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 ain't no squarin' it, not this time!
This isn't some bar-room brawl
or some creep with a gas can trying to torch someone.
-This is big!
-Settle down, Marv. Take another pill.
Hey, there ain't no settling down!
This is blood for blood and by the gallons!
This is the old day and the bad days.
The all-or-nothing days! They're back. There's no choices left.
-I'm ready for war.
-Prison was hell for you. It'll be life this time.
Hell's waking up every goddamn day and not knowing why you're here.
But I'm out now.
It took somebody who was kind to me getting killed to do it but I'm out.
I know exactly what I gotta do.
'So, you were scared, weren't you, Goldie?
'Somebody wanted you dead and you knew it,
'so you hit the saloons, the bad places,
'looking for the biggest, meanest lug around, 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...
'..and you can find anything.'
That coat looks like bag tat.
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.'
-What'll it be, Marv?
-A shot and a brew, Shellie and keep 'em 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 axe into somebody's face,
'or in a Roman arena taking a sword to other gladiators like him.
'They'd have tossed him girls like Nancy back then.'
Show's over, dickwad. Drink up.
That's one fine-looking coat you're wearing.
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.
-A fine coat like that and you're bleeding all over it.
All right, it's all yours. Ow! God!
It wasn't you losers who killed Goldie.
The guy who did that, he knew what he was doing.
So tell me, who sent you?
I don't hear you giving me any names,
so I guess when I shot you in the belly I aimed too high.
You keep holding out on me like this and I'm gonna have to get nasty.
It was Telly... Telly Stern who passed me the order.
He runs the tables over at the Triple Ace Club.
'Then the damnedest thing happens.
'For a second I smell the angels 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 talkin', 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.'
And what have been your sins, my son?
Well, Padre, I don't want to keep you up all night
so I'll just fill you in on the latest batch.
These here hands of mine, they got blood all over 'em.
You're speaking figuratively?
If I need to find something out,
I just go out and look for somebody that knows more than me,
and I go and ask them. Sometimes I ask pretty hard.
By way of... 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, Marv, this is a house of God.
Just gimme a damn name.
You really are pushing your luck, Padre,
feeding me garbage like that. It can't be that big.
There's a farm out North Cross and Lennox. It's all there.
Find out for yourself. 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.'
'These keys say the padre drove a Mercedes,
'or what they're passing off as a Mercedes these days.
'Modern cars. They all look like electric shavers.'
CAR BRAKES SCREECH
That couldn't be Goldie.
'It's my own fault, nobody else's, that I got confused.
'I'd been having so much fun I forgot to take my medicine.
'That wasn't Goldie back there. Goldie's dead.
'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.
'That 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 wanna fight, pooch.
I got no gripe with you.
'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 but 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, eats the rest.
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...
Son of a bitch.
He kept smiling that damn smile.
Made me watch him suck the meat off my fingers.
He made me watch.
-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 brought us some big trouble this time, Marv.
Whoever's behind this has his connections in the department.
One guy I talked to told me it was Roark running the show.
Whoever it is knew I was checking out that hooker almost before I did.
-The one you've been obsessing over. The dead one.
-I didn't know she was a hooker.
Doesn't make any difference about anything.
-But I didn't know that.
-She was high-class stuff.
-She must've shown you quite a time.
-Quiet. There's a car coming.
'All I've got is a face and a name.'
I'll see you later, Kevin.
They've 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 the 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 the son of a bitch.
'It wasn't until 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 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 made his rotten brother a US senator without breaking a sweat.
'And he's gonna get killed in the name of a dead hooker.
'I'm getting used to the idea.
'More and more, I'm liking the sound of it.'
'Then it hits me, like a kick in the nuts.
'What if I'm wrong? I've got a condition.
'I get confused sometimes.
'And, with Lucille dead, I can't get my medicine.
'What if I've imagined all of this?
'What if I've finally turned into what they said I'd turn into?
'A psycho killer?
'Can't kill a man without knowing for sure you ought to.
'I've got to 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.
I haven't eaten anything or taken my medicine for days now.
No wonder I'm seeing things.
-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, she only did cos she thought I could protect her.
I'll bet those cops didn't do a damn thing
about those other girls, did they?
But as soon as they hit 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.
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 have taken my gun away from me.
Sure, I thought I might be able to talk some sense into you.
I probably would've had to paste you one. And I don't hurt girls.
-I'll 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 Cardinal Roark was behind him 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 the puzzle piece falls smack in my lap.
'I'm too dumb to put the whole picture together yet.
'She fires up two cigarettes and hands me one. I taste her lipstick.
'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 again.
'But she isn't Goldie.'
Yeah, yeah, this'll do.
I'm also gonna be needing a dozen two-foot lengths
of this rubber tubing,
and a spool of razor wire.
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 till the end,
but why are you willing to go against Roark
-for someone you barely know?
-She was nice to me.
Gave me something I didn't even know existed.
I was never even able to buy a woman.
You know, the way I look.
'I take my mind off her and then crawl back inside myself.
'It's almost killing time, and I 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.
Keep the engine running.
If I'm not back in 20 minutes, get the hell out of here.
-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 tried 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.
-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.
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've been a real mess around here
if I didn't have that tubing for tourniquets.
I gotta admit, there was a spurt or two,
to get the scent in the air
to get that friend of yours to come running.
Well, what do you know?
Look who's here. Here he comes.
That's a good dog.
'He doesn't scream. Not even when the mutt's had its fill
'and Kevin's guts are lying all over the place.
'But 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 at 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 Nancy wouldn't do for me.
'Not since a frat boy roughed her up and I straightened him out.
'It really gets my goat when guys rough up dames.'
So, what do you wanna 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, 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.'
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 good idea 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...
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.
We're going home.
You can scream now if you want to.
'It's beautiful, Goldie. It's just like I promised, only better.
'When his eyes go dead, the hell I sent him to must seem like heaven
'after what I've done to him.'
-Oh, my God!
'Jerks. They should have shot me in the head 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 realise it's not gonna be so easy as that.
'I'm on my feet for about ten minutes
'before the cops kick them out from under me.
'They don't ask any questions, 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 everyone wants it to be.
'They nail me for the works.
'Not just the people I did kill,
'but even Lucille and the girls that Roark and Kevin ate.
'And even Goldie.
'The judge is all fire and brimstone when she hands down the sentence.
'Midnight and my death are only a few hours away,
'when I get my first surprise in 18 months.
'My only visitor.
'I'm ready for anything but that scent.'
I got him for you good, didn't I, Goldie?
I'm sorry, Wendy. I got confused again.
Seeing you like this.
You can call me Goldie.
'She smells like angels ought to smell.
'The perfect woman.
'She says her name is Goldie.
'They fix me a pretty decent steak for my last meal.
'They even throw in a brew, the first I've had since at Nancy's.
'Then they shave my head and fix me with a rubber diaper and get to it.
'And it's about damn time, if you ask me.'
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death...
Would you get a move on? I haven't got all night.
You heard the man. Hit it.
CRACKLE OF ELECTRICITY
That the best you can do, you pansies?
BANGING ON DOOR
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 nobody wants to flirt with the waitress
whose face is purple and swollen with bruises.
You're angry and I forgive you for that without you asking me.
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 that he doesn't even tell you about,
every time he gets drunk, which is 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 hurts, Shellie.
It's one thing for you to play hard to get,
but don't go trying to cut my nuts off.
I am impossible to get.
Do yourself a favour, Jackie Boy and get help.
Like... a shrink.
Get help and get lost.
-Just open the door.
-Go ahead and open the door, Shellie.
I'll take care of this.
Just open the door and you'll see how wrong you've been about me.
Oblige him, Shellie. I'm ready for him.
No! If he knew you were here, you don't know how bad this could get!
This clown's got a big mean drunk on,
and he's got four friends there in the hall
breathing hard and just as drunk as he is.
I could swear I heard somebody in there with you just now.
Jackie Boy, it's a regular African lovefest in here!
I'm no racist.
I got me all five starters and half the bench of the Basin City Blues
keeping me company. You feel like taking them on?
You are teasing me, baby.
Some of my best friends...
You're really pushing my buttons,
and the whole time you've been doing me like this,
I'm too polite to point out I could kick this door to splinters.
OK, baby. You know what I can do.
-You know what I can do! One, two...
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 in the saloon.
With you and us,
we're gonna hit every joint in town. It's gonna be great.
I ain't calling up nobody.
That's a man's shirt and it sure as hell ain't one of mine.
You've got somebody's love stink all over you.
You've been with another man. You've been with him tonight.
-Who is he?
He flew out the window just as soon as he heard you were coming,
cos you scared him so bad.
You think I have no feelings at all.
If you're gonna slug me,
just go ahead and get it over with, you sick bastard.
There you go, lying about me again,
right in front of my friends.
I have never hit a woman in my life.
That showed her, man.
You goddamn bastard.
You goddamn coward.
-Baby, we're all here to have a good time.
I gotta take a leak.
Wish you'd dropped by earlier, Jackie Boy.
Then you could have met my boyfriend.
-Could have seen what a real man looks like.
-There you go.
After my nuts again, but I forgive you.
I'm a generous guy.
He is generous. But that temper of his...
You never should have picked on him like you did.
My temper you don't have to worry about.
Shut up and keep your hands to yourself
or I'll cut your little pecker off.
Ooh, I've been told!
Hey, baby, I don't hear you making those calls.
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 will make you useless to a woman.
You're making a big mistake, man.
-A big mistake.
You already made a big mistake yourself.
You didn't flush.
Troops, get out of here. No questions, 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 been slapped around worse.
Dwight, he was from a while back,
before you showed up again with that new face of yours.
It was only cos I felt sorry for him.
And it was only once.
I've done some dumb things.
Seeing as how I'm one of those dumb things,
I can't give you too hard a time about that, Shellie.
But this guy, he's a menace.
He might kill somebody if I don't stop him.
I'll call you later.
No! Don't go!
'Shellie shouts something I can't quite make out
'over the racket of a passing police copter.
'It sounds like "stop", but I can't be sure.
'It's a chance I shouldn't be taking,
'but I can't forget about it and let Jackie Boy and pals find their fun.
'They're a pack of predators and they're out for blood tonight.
'A woman's blood.'
Dammit, Dwight, dammit.
You damn fool.
'I cut my Caddy across the prom to pick up Jackie Boy,
'heading like a bat out of 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 enough cash on me to bribe this cop,
'and even if I did, there's always a chance he's an honest one.
'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 up his siren.
'He knows he's not the law, not in Old Town.
'The ladies are the law here.
'Beautiful and merciless.
'If you've got the cash and you play by the rules,
'they'll make all your dreams come true.
'But if you cross 'em, you're a corpse.'
Hey, babe. Hey, babe.
Hop in, sugar. We'll get you there.
Ah, 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.
Try the Alamo over on Dylan Street. That's the Alamo, not the Amigo.
The Amigo's a fag joint.
Are you having a good time humiliating me like this
for no damn reason at all?
That's far enough, Dwight.
We've been on top of these peckerwoods
since they first showed up with that cop behind them.
Everything's under control. Enjoy the show.
'There's no use arguing with her.
'The ladies are their own enforcers.'
So, how's the barmaid? The one that never shuts up.
Not right now, Gail.
Ooh, 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 the barmaid's boyfriends?
One of them thinks he is. He's out of 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 as 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 upward to the pixie perched on the roof's edge.
'Deadly little Miho.'
'You're running out of valley, cowboy.'
Turn around. Save yourself and your buddies a ton of grief.
You're a sassy little thing.
You ain't hardly in any kind of position to be making threats.
'The trap is set. Locked and ready to spring.
'So what? They're scum. They deserve what's coming.
'So, why this rotten feeling in my gut that something is wrong?'
They haven't killed anybody I know about.
It got pretty bad at Shellie's place but they didn't kill anybody.
-And they won't.
-'Why this rotten feeling?
'Something Shellie said. I can't place it.'
OK, OK, OK, I sounded off a little more than I should have.
-I'm a little on edge.
-Over the edge.
It's not a woman you need. It's a good night's sleep.
You couldn't handle a woman the state you're in.
She's saying you ain't got what it takes, Jack.
You wanna see it? You wanna see what I got?
-I've seen all shapes, all sizes.
Have you seen this one?
Get in the car.
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.
-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.
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.
Everyone of you is gonna burn.
Hang it up. She's 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.
I can't see.
I can't hear anything.
For God's sake, Miho, finish him.
Yeah. Make it quick, will you?
'She doesn't quite chop his head off.
'She makes a Pez Dispenser out of him.
'Then it's straight to business,
'stretching the corpses out on the alley floor
'and going through their pockets, divvying up cash when they find it.
'I'm fishing around in Jackie Boy's pants. His wallet is packed.
'Master Card, Discover, Platinum American Express.
'And nearly 300 bucks worth of 20s
'that I'm not too proud to stuff into my own pockets.
'Then I find an atom bomb.
'you son of a bitch.
'A helicopter kicked such up a racket I couldn't 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.
'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 turf.
'If a cop blunders into the neighbourhood,
'and he's not shopping for what the girls are selling,
'they send him packing, but they send him back alive.
'That's the rules.
'That's the truce. The cops stay out.
'That keeps the girls free to keep the pimps and the mob out.
'Old Town will be left wide open.
'It'll be war. The streets will run red with blood.
The cops, the mob. Things will 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. You wouldn't stand a chance. Get me a car.
Make sure it's a hard top 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, the sewer.
They'll find him and come for us.
I'll haul the bodies to the pits. The cops won't check.
Get that gun out of my face or I'll smack you.
Who do you think you are, giving orders?
-You got what you wanted out of us.
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.
-Pimps, beatings, drugs, rapes.
-They won't be watching the roads, not yet.
Get me a damn hard top. If I don't make it, you can have your war.
-Get that gun out of my face now!
I forgot how quick you are.
'My warrior woman. She almost yanks my head clean off.
'Shoving my mouth into hers so hard it hurts.
'An explosion that blasts away the dull grey years
'between the now and that one fiery night when she was mine.'
A hard top with a decent engine,
and make sure it's got a big trunk.
-I'll always love you, baby.
Where did you find that heap?
-Just look at that trunk. We'll never fit them all in.
Unless there's something else you want me to do, could I go home?
All this blood's got me kind of feeling like maybe I'm gonna hurl.
Sure, Becky, go home. But don't you talk to anybody.
Not even your mom.
They'll never fit in that trunk.
Not like this, they won't. Miho?
Dry your hair when you get home. You'll catch cold if you don't.
Hey, Becky, Gail said no calls.
I just wanna hear my mom's voice. I won't tell her nothing.
Please, don't say nothing to Gail.
'What were they thinking sticking me with a bucket of bolts like this?
'We were barely able to get the trunk to stay closed,
'we'd packed it so tight.
'There wasn't anything we could do but pile Jackie Boy in next to me.
'Out where anybody who cares to look will see him.
'Go ahead. Take one of his cigarettes.
It's got you smoking there, bud.
You shut the hell up, Jackie Boy.
I'm just imagining this, so shut the hell up.
That 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?
Ooh! Those hookers let you down.
What are you going to do when you run out of gas? Call Triple A?
You sucker for the babes.
You... You ain't even gonna make it to the pits.
You shut the hell up. I'll make it.
Not unless you keep your eyes on the road, sugar pie. Watch it!
CAR HORN HONKS
Ah, this is great. Just like being in a buddy movie.
POLICE SIREN BLARES
Oh, you're screwed.
It's over. You're flushed.
This time, I can't bring myself to tell him to shut up.
Sure, he's an asshole.
Sure, he's dead.
Sure, I'm just imagining that he's talking.
None of that stops the bastard from being absolutely right.
I don't have a chance in hell of outrunning this cop.
Not in this heap.
The only question left is whether I'm gonna kill him or not.
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.
POLICE RADIO CHATTER
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.
'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 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 on lockdown. We're not selling any tail in Old Town. Not tonight.
You'll only hurt yourself.
Your cause is lost. We know everything.
Soon the corpse of Detective Rafferty will be in our possession.
The truce between your prostitutes and the police will be shattered.
There'll be arrests. There'll be deaths.
My employer will seize what remains of this neighbourhood.
You will all be slaves. Nothing can stop this.
But it is within your power to save many lives
by facilitating the process of transition,
by negotiating the terms of the surrender...
..of Old Town.
Son of a bitch! I know you.
I have suffered your kind before.
The dregs of Sin City. I serve a new master now.
And soon, you and all your wretched kind will serve him as well.
Now, get dressed and shed a tear for Dwight McCarthy if you must,
because by now, he is surely dead.
You don't know him.
My man will find a way.
He always finds a way.
Americans always whining and going on about how they got it so bad.
This is a fine, grand country. The guiding light of the modern world.
Low taxes, land of opportunity.
Where else would one bullet buy us the fortune 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 our poor dead cop's badge.
It's all bent up. Something's stuck in it.
Bloody he... It's the bullet!
You son of a bitch! Bastard!
'They weren't cops, these four.
'They were mercenaries.
'And if they were hired by who I think they were,
'the bad times haven't even started yet.
'And everything seemed to be going so well.'
Remember, we don't have to deliver every last inch of the man, Brian.
You got a good point there, Ronnie.
Hand me a knife.
-Should I take a nap while I'm doing all this waiting?
-I'm at the bone.
Ough. Ah. Here 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 breath.
'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 Theresa.
'You're God. And if you'd shown up ten minutes earlier,
'we'd still have Jackie Boy's head.'
Dwight, they got Gail.
It's a cinch. You got yourselves a spy in Old Town.
A stoolie who sold you to the mob. We gotta find out who and rescue Gail.
But we gotta get Jackie Boy's head before it gets to wherever it's going
and this whole situation blows wide open.
Miho, I hope to hell you left one of them alive enough to talk.
'I let him know I'm not fooling around.'
'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's 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.'
'Want the head now, sweetheart, so, come down and get it!'
I could have 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.
Better come clean with you, sweetheart.
It was an outright lie I was giving you about me revolver being wet.
You see, I'm not too fond of shooting.
It's my preference to blow things up.
Once you've blasted the roof off a pub,
and seen all the parts flying off people,
a little bang-bang's never going to match the sight of that.
And here's me with all these fine grenades,
such a sweet beauty of a remote.
But it's me knife I'll be doing you with.
You killed me mates.
Someone should have 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 Dallas's car phone and make the most important call of my life.
'First, we gotta rescue Gail.
'Then comes the kill. The big, fat kill.'
-You just gonna stand here and watch this?
-Are you kidding me, man?
I could watch Manute do his thing all night long and not get tired of it.
The man's an artist.
Only an artist should be allowed
to touch such a beautiful subject. Your skin is perfect.
Your nerves responsive.
Just give them what they want, Gail.
Ah. Ugh. 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'll turn it over to the police chief,
the cops will mow us down.
We gotta cut a deal.
You little bitch. You sold us out.
I didn't have no choice!
They was gonna hurt my mom. You gotta cut a deal with these people.
It's selfish, 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 is money. Sure, you could've moved my mom into Old Town,
and let her know that her daughter's a whore.
Breaks your heart.
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...
You're crazy! You could've ripped my throat out, you crazy whore!
Schutz, fetch my blades.
Stuka, kill this one.
No, I was promised...
Stupid little bitch! You deserve worse.
I knew there was a reason I got out of bed this morning.
Nobody. I don't see nobody.
Will you look at that? That's right through me. Guys, look.
There's something wrapped around it.
-Some kind of note.
-Give it to me.
It's right through me. Guys, look.
It's starting to really hurt.
Out back, everyone, and bring the women.
You think somebody should call me a doctor?
McCarthy, you fool.
'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 a careful choice of where to fight.'
You can have Old Town. I don't care.
Just give me the woman!
Dwight,... don't do this.
-Hey, 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 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 friends show up with lots of guns.'
No, McCarthy, you said...
'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.
'The Valkyrie at my side is shouting and laughing with the pure hateful,
'blood-thirsty 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.
I don't have to introduce myself, do I?
Do 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 president of the US,
but you 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've got everybody agreeing with what they know in their hearts
ain't true, you got them by the balls.
There's, what, maybe 500 people in this hospital.
I could pump you full of bullets now and I wouldn't even be arrested.
Everyone would lie for me, everyone who counts.
Otherwise all their own lies, everything that runs Sin City,
it all comes tumbling down like a pack of cards.
But I want you firm and fit and healthy.
I'm even putting up cash of my own to get you more surgery. Fix that...
..heart condition of yours.
You're gonna keep on living a long time, I'll make sure of that.
You're gonna be convicted of raping that little brat,
and shooting my boy and you'll spend the rest of your life in prison
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 acted like I was crazy.
They talked my parents into keeping me away.
They said you done things you didn't do.
I told them that you saved me from that Roark creep.
But they won't even check me out to see if 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.
It's a name of a really cool detective in books I read.
I'll write to you every week.
For for ever.
Now, run on home. It's not safe for you here.
I love you.
Mr Law and Order.
Mr High and Mighty.
Oh, I gotta give you credit for being such a straight arrow
for so damn many years without it catching up with you.
It's catching up with you now, friend of mine.
It's catching up with you but good. Ugh!
-Maybe I ought to look at him. He doesn't look too good.
He's hale and hearty, Tammy. See?
He's the picture of health.
That Tammy there. She's fine, isn't she?
I rented her out of Old Town.
I wanted to show you what you won't be getting any of. Not in prison.
You hear me, Hartigan? You stop being stupid.
Start playing along with us, you might just get some of Tammy.
Ooh. 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's 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?
'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 in a dumpster in the middle of summer.
'He stinks so bad, I wanna 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 oughta 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 gotta get out. I've gotta help her.
'Nothing else matters. Not my life and not my pride either.
'It's only one final surrender they want. You got me, Roark.
'You beat me.
'I say everything they wanna hear, just the way they wanna 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?
As long as you stay in front of me.
Prison's made you paranoid. Talk about water under the bridge.
Yeah, eight years.
Well, if it's any consolation to you...
..you made me hate myself.
-Any word from Eileen?
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 our fond farewells to each other,
'and 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 those letters to me?
'How did they find out who you are?
'And what have they done to you, baby?
'Not a sound.
'No sign of life.
'Has Roark gone to all this trouble just to torture a broken old man?
'Like a kid poking at a fly when he's already torn his wings off?
'What has he done to Nancy?
'It's like all she 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 losers like this,
'but if there's anything to be found here, the faintest lead to wherever
'Nancy is or whoever kidnapped and mutilated her, this is the place.'
Excuse me. I'm wondering if you could help me. I'm looking for somebody.
A 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.
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'Skinny little Nancy Callahan.
'She grew up.
'She filled out.
'Nancy Callahan, 19 years old.
'Here I was expecting a skinny little bookworm.
'Maybe a bit too shy for her own good.
'How little she told me about herself in all her letters
'for all those years.
'How the hell did they find her? Then it hits me.
'They were bluffing. I've led them straight to her.
'She hasn't spotted you yet.
'Turn around and walk out the door.
'Lead the creep outside.
'Get that Beretta away from him somehow and kill him.
'I'm just a horny ex-con watching an exotic dancer.
'Just a few seconds and she'll be safe.
'No, Nancy. Don't notice me.
'Don't recognise me.'
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There's no time to explain. I've made a terrible mistake.
I 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 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 sounds of things, you might have to shoot somebody.
-I don't have a gun.
-Under the seat.
It's loaded and it works.
-Taken it to the range a couple of times.
Kicks like a mule.
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!
'She's counting on you, old 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. I've gotta confirm the kill.
-Stop the car, now!
-Right. Stop the car. Confirm the kill.
-Sorry, I got a little rattled.
You did great. Sit tight. I'll be right back.
No. Let me stay close. Nothing can happen to me when I'm with you.
Please? Let me stay close?
'The stink. I almost gag.
'His blood smells even worse than he does.
'And it's all over the place.
'But the creep himself, he's gone.'
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We're out of time.
'Sirens. I used to welcome the sound.
'There's nothing to do now but find a place to huddle up for the night,
'get Nancy calmed down and figure out what on earth I'm gonna do next.
'The stink. 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.
Robbed again? That's the third time this year.
I swore if I saw you again, I'd show you I grew up strong.
There I was just like before, scared and helpless. I'm such an asshole.
You should sit down.
You'll feel a little bit better if you sit down.
'I've never been all that good with people.
'When it comes to reassuring a traumatised 19-year-old,
'I'm as expert as a palsy victim
'doing brain surgery with a pipe wrench.'
It's always been you, Hartigan. All these years.
It's just nerves making you say that, Nancy.
You're just exhausted. You need to sleep.
-Sleep with me.
-Stop it, Nancy.
Eight years. Why do you think I kept writing you those letters?
It wasn't just gratitude.
I tried to fall in love with boys.
I thought I did once or twice.
But I was already in love... with you.
That's enough. Jesus Christ.
I'm old enough to be your grandfather.
-You're just scared.
-I'm not scared.
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.'
Recognise my voice, Hartigan?
Recognise my voice, you piece-of-shit cop?
I look different, but I bet you can recognise my voice.
Sure, I recognise your voice, Junior.
'Everything's gone straight to hell.
'I'd been suckered into betraying the only friend I've got,
'and put her in the hands of a murdering rapist
'I thought I'd put down for good.
'Suckered by a spoiled brat son of a senator.
'It's all gone to hell.'
Klump, it's me. I got a dead man needs to be fetched.
I want you to set me up for a party.
I've already got the girl, you dumb shit!
It better be perfect or I'm calling my dad.
My tools better be clean and sharp. 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 hope of having a grandkid.
Although, as you can see, there were some... side effects.
I'm not complaining, though.
Since you've been gone, I've been having the time of my life.
Now, you've led me back to your darling Cordelia.
We all wondered who wrote all those letters. She left not a clue.
Clever girl. 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.
Oh, she'll scream.
I'm going to take all night doing dear old Nancy.
You'll die knowing it's all your fault.
They've all screamed, Hartigan.
Dozens of them. Maybe a hundred.
Eight year's worth and every one of them has screamed.
If there weren't so many people about,
I would show you how I'm gonna make dear old Nancy scream.
It's gonna be one hell of a show.
'This is it.
'No way to fight it now. No hope left.
'No chance. This is it.
'This is the end.
'No! Give it a shot, old man.
'Keep your neck tight. Move.
'The window. Maybe there's an alarm. The window.
'Keep your neck tight, goddamn it. Stay conscious. Stay conscious.'
'No alarm. The glass. Cut the rope.
'You can do it. You can do it.'
It is inclement upon me to comment with marked displeasure
on your rash impulsiveness in selecting such an eye-catching
and impractical car to heist, Mr Shlubb.
Irrelevant to said mission is the following query,
which I now put forth to you.
Where in this most streamlined and trunkless of transports,
boner-inspiring though it may be, wherein are we to reposit
our recently deceased cargo?
I can only express puzzlement that borders on alarm.
Tell me where Roark takes the girls or I'll cut your damn head off.
In plain English, creep.
He had to seek his feral.
'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.
'The car stalled on that bastard and you didn't tell him how to start it.
'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 from the farm and make my way through the woods.
'I'm not halfway there when it hits.
'It can't be my heart. I was cured.
'Bad cough. Blood in it.
'Doesn't matter now. I don't have to stay alive that much longer anyway.
'Rotten way to kill a man but it's quiet.
'Hate yourself later.'
'You're only making this worse for yourself, you stupid cow!'
Do you think I'm tired? 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.
Oh yeah, you'll scream, you big, fat, ugly cow!
You were 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.
That'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.'
Attacked him good!
Don't take no chances. Perforate the fool.
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, old man.
Nancy... I'm sorry.
I'm taking no chances with you.
First I soften you up, and then it's show time.
Here it comes.
It's gonna hurt.
You're right about that.
'I take away his weapon.
'Both of them.'
Eight... long... years... you... 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.
-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.
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 going to put Senator Roark behind bars where he belongs.
I can't lose you. Not again.
You'll never lose me, Nancy.
'Nancy Callahan, the love of my life.
'Shame to lie to her. I hope she forgives me for it.
'Get Senator Roark behind bars? Sure.
'And maybe after I've pulled off that miracle, I'll go and punch out God.
'There isn't a prosecutor in the state who'll go after Senator Roark.
'I killed his only son. The bloodline is cut.
'Roark's lost his goddamn legacy.
'He'll use all his power to get revenge on me.
'He'll go after me through Nancy. He'll find her again.
'There'll be no end to it. She'll never be safe.
'Not as long as I'm alive.
'There's only one way to beat him.
'An old man dies.
'A young woman lives.
'I love you, Nancy.'
Oh, Mom, don't go on like that. It's not the city.
I could have gotten in a traffic accident anywhere.
Yeah, just a fracture. The doctor said it's a clean break.
Should be right as rain in no time.
'Turn the right corner in Sin City,
'and you can find... anything.'
Care for a smoke?
I love you too, Mom.
Adaptation of Frank Miller's graphic novel. A collection of interweaving stories all based in the corrupt, crime infested hell-hole that is Basin City. Heavily influenced by film noir, the main storylines concern a hulking brute called Marv, who is seeking the murderer of a beautiful woman who was killed while asleep in bed with him, a photographer called Dwight who is callously used and seeks revenge, and a soon-to-be-retiring policeman called Hartigan.