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
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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