Sin City: A Dame to Kill For Page #3

It's worse than

you can imagine.

You made your bed,

sleep in it.

Forgive me, darling, I beg you.

No.

I love you.

No.

No!

You do that again,

I swear to hell I'll kill you.

If you can't forgive me...

...then please remember me.

They say you really never die

as long as somebody remembers you.

What the devil are

you talking about?

Mrs. Lord.

The weather's inclement,

the neighborhood is bad,

and your present company

is low.

You're due at home,

Mrs. Lord.

I'd say that's up to Mrs. Lord.

This is none of

your concern, sir.

Any physical contest

between us

would have one outcome.

Hey, buddy,

is that d*ckhead

giving you a hard time?

You want me to break

him down for you?

I got nothing going on tonight.

That would be

an interesting contest.

It's not his fight.

Never mind, Dwight.

It is too late.

I'll go with him.

Too late for what, Ava?

For everything.

Just remember me, my love.

Remember me.

You have business tonight,

Mrs. Lord.

Unpleasant business.

I don't care any more.

The night air

hasn't gotten any colder.

It just feels that way.

Buddy, I don't mean

to poke my nose

where it don't belong, but...

That there is

a dame to kill for.

Ava.

Damn.

Night turns to day

and then it's night again,

and there's nowhere to hide.

She isn't worth

a moment's thought,

and I can't get her

out of my head.

What am I doing smoking?

Where did I get

these cigarettes?

It's Ava making you crazy

all over again.

Never let the monster out.

Shake her off.

Whatever she's in for,

she deserves it.

But I have to know what's wrong.

It's a couple hours' drive

out to Sacred Oaks.

It shouldn't take

too much effort

to get to the bottom of this.

Just a simple job

of breaking and entering,

punishable by up to five years

in the slammer,

even if I don't kill anybody.

I wind up seeing a lot more

of Ava than I bargained for.

And she seems perfectly

goddamn fine.

Not roughed up.

Just the rich man's wife

she always intended to be.

I'm a damned fool.

Freeze, pervert.

Let me through, Manute.

I'm sorry, Dwight.

An atom bomb goes off

between my legs.

A freight train

barrels into my jaw.

I've taken a beating before,

but never like this.

Never like this.

The sounds go wet.

Maybe he keeps hitting me.

I don't know.

I'm gone.

Gone to that place where

there's no pain or thought.

I wake up in midair.

The pavement rushes up

to give me a big sloppy kiss.

I'll be damned.

Door-to-door service.

Then I spot my Mustang,

which makes no sense.

Why would they return my car?

Get out of here.

No.

Put your clothes back on

and get out of here now.

No.

You had your chance.

I would have stayed away,

but you came for me.

You still want me.

And I'm yours. Now.

Tonight.

Get out of my life

once and for all,

or I'll bash your teeth in.

If you can't love me...

...hate me.

If you can't forgive me,

punish me.

Make me hurt

like I've hurt you.

I call her

every foul name there is.

She makes my name

sound like music.

Like a chant to some dark god.

She's slippery with sweat.

Before long, my hatred is spent,

but she won't let go.

She kisses me

and coaxes me

and the fire grows again.

I say all the things

I swore I'd never say again.

She owns me.

Body and soul.

Tell me everything.

Manute, the man who beat you...

He's a specialist

in inflicting pain.

Hideous pain, in all the places

you just gave me joy.

That's sick.

That's crazy.

Damien, my husband,

he talks and talks

and watches.

It's worse each time.

He's getting closer

to his final, sick climax.

He says I'll be very ugly

before I die.

Ava, you're not

gonna die.

You're coming with me.

It's hopeless.

He lets me run away.

Even laughs about it.

Doesn't care where I go,

what I do.

He knows Manute

will always find me.

Isn't that right, Manute?

Madam, Mr. Lord will require

that you be disciplined.

No, Dwight!

Don't fight him!

He'll kill you!

He's not human.

I punch a vault door.

It doesn't fall down,

so I punch it again.

A wrecking ball hits me

square in the chest.

Mrs. Lord, your coat.

We have an appointment.

They can't take her

away from me.

Not this time.

I know exactly what to do.

I know exactly where to go.

Now here's a girl with protection.

She may be showing off

everything she's got

in a ratty dive

full of horny drunks,

but Nancy's the safest gal

in the world.

Make a grab for Nancy and you're

up against 300 pounds of iron

that goes by the name of Marv.

Marv.

Dwight.

I didn't even see you there.

What can I do you for?

I need your help.

It's bad.

It means going up against

a lot of guns.

Count me in.

I could use a change of pace.

We finish off the bottle,

letting its liquid darkness

fill us both.

When I'm sure he's had enough

to make him good and dangerous,

I tell him about Ava,

and his eyes go killer red.

I know he's willing

to die for me,

if that's what it takes.

So I'm using him.

So what?

So he breaks the faces

I want him to break

instead of somebody else 's.

So he helps me get Ava

back in my arms again

instead of sleeping it off

in a flophouse or gutter.

His life isn't

worth a damn, anyway.

If I don't get him killed,

the world will,

one way or another.

I want you to leave

that thing in the car.

Nobody's getting killed tonight.

Come on, Dwight.

You ain't no fun at all.

We split up at the gate.

It doesn't take Marv long

to get their attention.

[gunshofl

You've trespassed

on hallowed ground.

You're the slug

that hurt my friend, huh?

Shall we?

Haven't had my hand around

one of these in days.

I'll find the truth about Ava

and what's happening to her now.

He'll tell me.

I'll get it out of him.

Damien Lord.

Where is she?

What have you done with her?

Have you come to take her away

from all this?

And what is "all this,"

in her present stories?

I haven't the slightest

notion what

nonsense my wife has told you.

Nor do I care.

It's all lies.

Stay away from the desk.

The woman is pathological.

You've been deceived.

What did it feel like?

What?

Murdering an innocent man.

I just want to know

what it felt like.

Must have been beautiful.

What are you

talking about, innocence?

I knew I could count on you.

Sex always

made you stupid,

ready to believe anything.

You've just made me

a very rich woman.

Do me one

last favor, lover.

Stay still long enough

for me to blow your brains out.

I'm not much of a shot.

- But I do my best.

- Ava...

I planned it

and you fell for it.

This is the last time I'm ever

gonna need anything from a man.

The last time

I make my living on my back.

Manute never hurt you?

He wouldn't dare.

You're insane.

No, Dwight.

A crazy person would be

anyone who believes me.

And that would be you.

If I kissed you now, Dwight,

would you still

believe it was...

"Jove?

Ava...

Damn!

Hey, I handled that

big slug just like I promised.

I didn't kill him,

I didn't even cripple him.

Six months in traction,

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