Sin City: A Dame to Kill For Page #6

Sweetheart,

it's gonna take me to the moon.

Sin City, you never know.

Just don't spend it all

in one place.

Hey, handsome.

What you gonna do with all that?

I'm gonna kill Roark.

The Roarks,

they don't die that easy.

I just might surprise you.

Looks like something happened

to your game hand, son.

I fold.

What's wrong, hotshot?

You're no good

without that lady luck

you brought the last time?

I'll be fine.

I'm done.

I'm out.

I need three.

Dealer takes two.

- Check.

- Check.

I bet 100.

Sh*t.

Fold.

Just not the same

without your game hand, is it?

I'm ambidextrous.

Cut.

- Check.

- Check.

I'm in.

I'll raise you...

...500 more.

I fold.

I'm done.

I'll raise you five more,

pretty boy.

Sh*t.

You favor your mother.

She was a whore.

Not a very good one.

She was an angel.

I'm all in.

For the works.

Call.

That's four aces.

See, I told you I never lose.

Ibeatyou.

Twice.

That means I'm better

than you are,

and everybody knows it,

'cause I beat you again

every time somebody

tells that story,

and they'll all say

that they won't tell it,

but they will.

That's a story

that'll be told

again and again

until you're dead,

and long after you're dead.

I beat you forever.

Now they'll all know

what happens when you do.

Say hello to your mama.

She always was a stupid b*tch.

Power is as power does.

If I could give any young man advice,

it'd be this:

wear a rubber.

Now take out that trash.

Let's get back to the game.

I can't lose you.

Not again.

You'll never lose me, Nancy.

All this time,

she was right there.

Dancing in the club

where you play poker.

You've got to have been

looking for a chance

to put this one

through the wringer, Senator.

Nancy Callahan.

My son Ethan

was killed because of her.

It's been four years now,

and still she's planting flowers

at Hartigan's grave.

She's showing gratitude,

from the looks of it,

to the cop.

Gratitude to the cop

who ripped your son to pieces.

Hartigan turned

my son into a freak.

Well...

...completed him as a freak.

But I can hardly blame

the young lady for...

Obsession?

Just let the little fluff drown

in her sorrow.

It might not be that simple.

Somehow she got her hands

on Hartigan's old pistol.

She hits the range every night

just before work.

She's become quite a good shot.

And I can only imagine

whose face she sees

on that target.

I'm listening.

She's been acting

kind of crazy sometimes

at work.

She's drinking.

Just in the past few weeks.

She never drank before.

It's all like

she's building up to something.

Maybe building her nerve.

That'll be all, Lieutenant.

This little b*tch

is turning me on.

This place stinks.

I never used to notice.

Not when I danced.

Now I smell everything.

I see it all.

Every damn thing.

I know exactly where I am.

I know exactly what I am.

I don't use

the stripper logic any more,

that they're losers and I'm not.

It was when I couldn't shoot him

that I realized I was dead.

That I wasn't a woman

with a plan.

I was just a drunk.

I give them what they want.

Then I get the hell

out of there.

Are you still there, Sam?

He shot me in the gut.

It wasn't me, Sam.

It was the babe.

Rotten town.

It soils everybody it touches.

This rotten town.

Those it can't corrupt,

it soils.

It's soiled you, John Hartigan.

Put that bottle down, Nancy.

You've had enough.

It made you lie to me.

You're not even here right now.

You said you'd never leave me.

I never left you.

I never will.

Never.

You're not even here right now.

You're dead.

You blew your brains out.

Stuck your gun in your mouth

and you blew your brains out.

I had my reasons.

There was no way out.

I hate you!

You swore you'd always love me.

And I always will.

No one has

ever really guessed what hell is.

It's watching

the people you love...

...in pain.

You're the only man

I ever loved.

And you left me alone.

You never thought

we'd stand a chance

against goddamn

Senator Roark.

You didn't believe in me.

You didn't think

a little piece of ass like me

could take down the most

powerful man in the state.

Maybe I'll prove

both of you wrong.

Maybe I'll go crazy.

Crazy's sounding

pretty good right now.

I love you, Nancy.

You little slut.

You're gonna scream

before you die.

You're out of your mind.

I appreciate the obsession,

but you got nothing.

You could've killed me 50 times

if you had the nerve,

but you don't.

You are nothing.

You'll scream,

just like my boy wanted you to.

Darling, where have

you been and...

What have you done to

your beautiful hair?

Don't worry, those bastards

will get what they want.

They always get what they want.

This is great. This...

What's up with you?

Something's wrong.

I'm out of here.

Don't like watching my sister

do the nasty.

I'm taking a hike.

Pretty.

You're beautiful, Nancy.

Don't do this to yourself.

Pretty, pretty, pretty.

If a man did that to you,

I'd tear him to pieces.

Lieutenant Hartigan,

you just gave me a great idea.

No, baby.

Nancy.

Just give me a damn name.

Roark.

We're up against a lot.

We'll need tools.

Looks like trouble.

Looks like Christmas.

Well, you missed last call, boys.

Bullshit.

We're ripping this place

a new a**hole.

Move or die.

I hope you don't mind

me saying this, but...

...you look hot.

There's no reason

to leave anybody alive.

Nobody's innocent.

And we can't leave anybody

able to talk.

Don't go soft on me, kid.

Don't leave

anybody breathing.

I won't.

I'll work the perimeter

and nail the guards.

Baby, you're a natural.

I'll work the inside.

How will I know

when you're in?

You'll have a pretty good idea.

Damn thing

misfired on me.

I nearly got them all,

but this piece of sh*t,

it was jammed up on me.

Piece of crap Uzi

had to get all stuck.

Here.

Take a seat.

You're a peach.

I got this.

You clever,

clever little whore.

I can't believe

you made it this far.

You know, Hartigan

blew my son's pecker off.

So...

...where shall I shoot you next?

That tight little belly of yours?

I'm holding a gun on you,

young lady.

The rules are, you pretend there's

a chance that I won't shoot you.

I told you you would scream

before you die.

I owe it to my son.

Frankly, between you and me,

I've finally accepted that Ethan

was not presidential material.

I'd have had a hard time

buying him an election

in an insane asylum.

But he was my son, honey.

He was my son.

And now...

...he's gonna hear you scream.

Scream.

This is for

John Hartigan, f***er.

This rotten town.

It soils everybody.

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