Sin City: A Dame to Kill For Page #2

You stay out of sight, now.

You'll be safe in Old Town.

Meet me at

the Three Sheets Hotel.

Room 166.

One-six... Wait.

Let's get this over with.

Don't enjoy it too much, fellas.

You made a fool of me, boy,

right in front of

the wrong people.

You took your chances

like we all did, and you lost.

You have any idea how easy

I kill little snots like you?

Now,

let's see about

that winning hand.

Powerful men watch what happens

at that table.

I need them to know

the price of defiance.

Power is a fragile thing.

It tolerates no threat.

Defiance must be met with an example

of the wages of defiance.

You'd be smart to kill me now.

I'll do far worse

than kill you, boy.

What you have encountered, boy,

is power.

Every time the wind blows

cold and wet,

that thing that was your hand

will clutch at your leg

in arthritic agony.

Whenever it rains,

you'll remember me.

You'll remember me

all the time...

My son.

Oh, yeah.

I know who you are.

I knew you were one of mine the minute

I saw you, family resemblance,

my boy.

I don't give a damn.

I only had one real son,

Ethan, may he rest in peace,

and he could've been president.

Did you really think

that I was gonna claim you?

You beat me, Roark.

But when I get back

it'll be a whole different game.

It's another hot night.

dry and windless.

The kind that makes people

do sweaty, secret things.

Things worth money to me.

This is the last time, Sally.

This has got to be

the last time.

You always say that.

I mean it this time.

She glides

out of her coat

like it was Christmas wrapping,

playing it for all it's worth.

And it's worth plenty.

- This is the end for us.

- The end for us?

It's my wife.

She's asking all

kinds of questions.

She suspects something.

She'll sue and she'll get

everything. Everything!

Everything you've

worked so hard for.

I work my butt off.

I built my business up from

out of nothing. Nothing.

Nobody appreciates you,

do they, Joey?

Not the way you deserve.

Nobody. Not the employees,

who would be out on the street

if it wasn't for me.

Not my wife,

- who I found on the street.

- And she lives in that mansion

- you bought her.

- Wearing all those clothes

that I got her. With my money,

my hard-earned money!

I think you're so strong.

You're damn right

about that.

Do I get any credit?

They just take

and take and take.

One of these days, I'm gonna

fire the whole pack of 'em.

I'm gonna show them

who's boss.

Show me, Joey.

Show me who's boss.

Yeah.

I'll show you.

I'm gonna show you.

Then she's moaning

and saying "boss"

- in time with his movements.

- Boss! Bossy!

Bossy! Bossy!

It's all over pretty quickly.

I get everything I need.

The sad thing is,

some of the compositions

are pretty good.

You made me

feel like a woman.

I know that sounds corny,

but it's true.

I love you, baby.

You know I love you.

Even when you lie to me.

My wrist hurts, Joey.

You think you can get the key?

It's just in my purse.

You don't have any idea

how much I've sacrificed.

What are you doing, Joey?

It's tearing me up

how much I love you,

and what I got to do.

But I've worked too hard.

And Gloria

will get everything.

And I can't let that happen.

No.

I don't have a choice.

It's all her fault.

Joey, please. I...

I won't tell anyone, I swear to God.

I know you won't want to talk.

I know that,

- but you're only human.

- Oh, my aching back.

Gloria's gonna

find out about you,

if she doesn't know already,

and she's gonna

offer you

a lot of money,

my money!

And she's gonna

give it to you

to bring me down!

- Then I'll go away.

- Who's gonna pay for the ticket?

The ticket

and God knows what else!

Then the apartment!

The clothes!

The car!

You're gonna suck me dry,

and you'll never

ever stop!

No. Please, no!

Kill him!

Kill him!

Kill him!

Nobody's killing anybody.

Not while I'm around.

Then can I have a ride?

I grab the key

and uncuff her.

She gives him a good-bye

that'll still hurt

like hell when he comes to.

I leave the slob

handcuffed to the bed

for housekeeping to find.

I take Redondo over the hill

toward Old Town.

Thanks for

my life, man.

Sally blends into the

sea of flesh that is Old Town.

They all come back...

The damn Old Town memories.

Drunken mornings and sweaty sex

and stupid, bloody brawls.

And that thing I did.

You can't just pick and choose.

You can't take the good

without the bad.

Not once you let

the monster out.

I can't let it out.

Never again.

I drive ten blocks out of my way

and stop for gas I don't need,

avoiding the worst of this job.

MY employer...

The wife.

This one's got a lawyer

to pay the tab, so it's easier.

Please leave by the servants' exit.

The Mustang shudders,

begging to cut loose

and show what it can do.

It wants to take me all the way.

I don't let it.

I think about all the ways I've

screwed up and what I'd give

for one clear chance

to wipe the slate clean.

I'd give anything

just to cut loose,

just to feel the fire...

One more time.

Never lose control,

not for a second.

Never let the monster out.

Remember when you did.

Remember what you did.

Yeah?

Dwight, is that you?

Ava.

I'm sorry to call.

I know I've got no right.

But I need to see you.

Tonight.

Please, Dwight,

don't hang up. Please.

She keeps talking.

Like an idiot, I keep listening.

Ava.

Damn.

I should tell her to go to hell.

Instead, I show up

20 minutes early.

What the hell could

she want with me now?

You can't drive two blocks

in Sin City

without coming across a saloon.

The bad kind.

Why here, Ava?

With you, everything

always had to be first-class.

And when I couldn't

foot the bill,

you sure as hell

found somebody who could.

I order up a ginger ale

and stare at it

for the better part of an hour.

She's late, like she always was.

And like always...

...she's worth the wait.

Dwight.

How long has it been?

Four years?

Yeah, that sounds

about right.

Have a seat.

So many times

I've wanted to call you.

I found myself thinking

about you, constantly.

I've got places to go,

how about you just

- tell me what you want.

- Don't be cold.

I don't think I could

stand that right now.

I must still mean

something to you.

You came here.

You must still care.

Sure. You called

and I came running.

You still got that much

of a hold on me.

Maybe you always will.

But I got no reason at

all to be nice to you.

I guess I deserve that.

Let's not screw around.

I'm here. I'm listening.

Just tell me what the

hell it is you want.

There's only one thing

I want from you,

and I want it so desperately

I could scream.

I want you to forgive me.

So you've got a

conscience after all.

Fine. I forgive you.

You got your wish.

Now go home. Sleep tight.

You're right about me.

I'm a selfish slut

who threw away

the only man

she ever loved.

But I was wrong.

Good one.

I was born at night,

but it wasn't last night.

I'm in hell, Dwight.

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