Sin City: A Dame to Kill For Page #5

Don't go back to work.

And don't get in my way.

No, Ava, you're no goddess.

You're a witch.

A predator.

Maybe I only got

what I deserved,

but what about the others?

Good men driven mad.

You really lost it.

Bad enough you leave your wife

for that skank.

You watch what you call her,

you son of a b*tch.

You're throwing away

your career.

Hell, you're committing suicide,

you stupid sh*t.

I know what I'm doing.

I'm going to Old Town.

I'm gonna nail this

guy once and for all.

If I have to go it alone,

I Will.

Do me a favor,

turn the car around

and you go back to the station.

You got to come clean

with the captain.

I'm a cop. I'm doing my job.

I'm hunting down a murderer.

Look, you got to ditch

that dame.

That's enough!

We won't talk about Ava.

Somebody has got

to set you straight.

You've got to forget

about that stupid whore.

Turn the car around

or I'm turning you in.

I warned you.

Every day,

I warned you!

But you keep asking for it!

And asking for it!

Well, here it is, pal.

Mort, no.

A witch, a predator.

Destroying lives.

Sometimes for power.

Sometimes for profit.

Sometimes for sport.

But now you're locked away

in your mansion.

A bird of prey in a gilded cage.

Are you ready to do

something stupid?

I'm so happy you chose

to attend my little party,

Herr Wallenquist.

Your invitation

surprised me, Mrs. Lord.

Your husband had

no criminal associations.

Believe me, I tried.

May I speak truthfully,

Mr. Wallenquist?

Please.

Old Town is a thorn

in your side.

Indeed, it is.

All those profits

in the hands of whores.

Surely you've wanted

to put them in their place.

Make some adjustment

to the balance of power.

Show them who rules Sin City.

You have limited influence

on me, Mrs. Lord.

I haven't been doing

so very badly.

But those two policemen,

that was an

embarrassing blunder.

Yes.

I'm out of my league.

I need a stronger,

more experienced hand.

I need Lord Enterprises

joined in matrimony

with the expertise

and iron fist

of Alarich Wallenquist.

What you need

is the corpse of

Dwight McCarthy

and a suicide note in which

he confesses to the murder

of Damien Lord.

And you need to show

those Old Town b*tches

who's boss.

Indeed,ldo.

There's a specialist

in Texas.

I could have him

on a train tomorrow.

I'll brief him myself.

He'll be

on your doorstep at midnight.

And I'll be yours forever.

Pray for your soul, Ava.

This won't be its last visit

to Sin City.

Good evening,

Mr. Campbell.

I'll take your bag.

Nobody touches my gear.

And I got somebody

picking me up

whose one hell

of a lot cuter than you.

It was our understanding

that you would travel alone.

I'm full of surprises.

Shuffle that booty over

to the shotgun side, doll.

I'm driving.

We'll follow you.

Mrs. Lord may not be pleased.

She's the one with the problem.

I can always get back

on the train.

Wait here.

Hurry back.

You know I get impatient.

And you know I get

a little crazy

when I get impatient.

Boogaard, watch this woman.

Jacoby.

If this man moves,

kill him.

I thought this was business.

My compliments to your surgeon,

Mr. McCarthy.

Remarkable transformation,

but you still have the eyes.

The eyes of a dead man.

I hate being left alone.

When I'm alone,

it makes me want to do all kinds

of crazy things.

No woman should be left alone

with a man like you.

Do you want me

to do something

we shouldn't?

My lips are sealed.

There's something I

need in the trunk.

Bear witness.

Mrs. Lord,

the specialist has arrived.

The bathing thing with her

was never about bathing.

It was always theater.

Or maybe it was retail.

You can't make a sale

without showing the goods.

It's McCarthy.

Do you mind if I say

that you're twice the man

I thought you were.

You're a warrior.

A killer.

You're everything I want

out of a man,

but I could never get

the honesty out of you.

You could've been

everything I needed.

You still could be.

You're a new man.

Remember what she did.

Remember what she is.

Wait for your opening.

Wait for Gail to do her bit.

When you're immune to me,

I'll let you know.

Step back, mistress.

Let me kill him.

Please.

Do.

Six shots

without a single head wound.

Then it all

gets down to speed and luck.

Her eyes are wet

and full of love.

I never dreamed.

You're everything

I've ever wanted.

Everything I need.

You and me, forever.

It's over.

Pain has set you free.

You're no good any more, Dwight.

You're more like me.

Be like me.

Let the old Dwight go.

Let it go with his old face.

She pulls close,

and I've got to look.

And all I want is to be lost

in the sight

and sound and smell of her.

I can't think straight.

We can be free.

We can be happy.

Together forever.

No.

Her kiss is a promise

of paradise.

[gunshofl

Dwight.

The gun barks

and bucks in my hand.

Life leaves Ava with a sigh.

Sirens climb the hill.

We'll take the back roads.

The old bootlegger roads.

They'll never catch us.

I'm going home.

Walk down the right

back alley in Sin City,

and you can find anything.

I was told I could find a man here

by the name of Mr. Kroenig.

That's Dr. Kroenig

to you.

Yes, sir.

License or no license,

these hands still got

what it takes.

Once I'm prepped.

How much you got?

4O bucks you got,

4O bucks worth you get.

Steady as a rock...

...once I'm prepped.

4O bucks got you the bullet.

But that hand of yours,

that's a lot of bones

need setting.

I'll give you an hour

for your shoes.

Take them.

I do my best

to think about winning...

Revenge.

The old man must like popsicles.

He uses the sticks for splints.

He licks them first.

Not so much

as a goddamn thank you.

Generosity don't count

for sh*t, this...

...day and age.

Quite a job you did on me, Roark.

Even my shoes.

There's nothing more

you could take,

except...

...Marcie.

The girl.

Oh, my Christ.

Marcie.

Oh, Marcie, you weren't

a part of this.

You were just there

to throw them off their game.

What have I dragged you into?

This has turned

into a long, bad night.

The window's not locked.

Never a good sign.

Not in Sin City.

Look who decided to show up.

Give the man a hand.

Give the man another hand.

Ruined, penniless,

friendless and forgotten.

You'd really be

better off dead, Johnny.

But I like you

just the way you are.

I got cocky.

I got cocky,

and I got Marcie dead.

Damn it, Johnny.

Hate yourself

when you got the time.

Think about tonight's game.

That's all that matters now.

And all you need is money.

Just one lousy buck would be

enough to get you started.

Hello, ma'am.

I don't have

the money to pay,

but could I ask you

for a glass of water?

Yeah.

Times are tough all over.

Thank you.

What's with the hand?

I beat the wrong guy

at cards.

Tough break.

Thank you very much.

Just a second, you.

You don't stink of anything

ldon1Hke,

and you kind of remind me

of an old boyfriend, okay?

This won't take you

very far.

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