Sin City Page #2

Why the kindest Goldie

The cops

They're telling me too much

Showing up before anybody but me and the killer could know there's been a murder

Somebody paid good money for this frame

No reason at all to play it quiet

No reason to play it any way but my way

Whoever killed you is going to pay, Goldie

Open up. Police

I'll be right out

I don't know why you died, Goldie

I don't know why and I don't know how. I never even met you before tonight

But you were a friend and more when I needed one

And when I found out who did it

it won't be quick and quiet like it was with you

It'll be loud and nasty. My kind of kill

And when his eyes go dead, the Hell I send him to will seem like Heaven after what I've done to him

I love you Goldie

Claire?

Don't worry, Lucille. I was just grazed

Got any beers around this place?

No way I'm giving you any alcohol

Besides, it's not what you came here for anyway, is it

No

Go ahead. It work's without them

Thanks. You're the best

Lucille's my parole officer. She's a dyke, but God knows why

With that body of her's, she could have any man she wants

The pills come from a girlfriend who's a shrink

She tried to analyze me once, but she got too scared

Haven't seen you like this in awhile

Had a fight with some cops

Didn't happen to kill any of them, did you?

Not that I know of

But they know they've been in a fight, that's for damn sure

How the hell do you suppose I'm going to square this with the board

There ain't no squaring it, not this time

This isn't some bar room brawl

or some creep with a gas can trying to torch someone

Hey hey, this is big

Settle down, Marv. Take another pill

Hey, there isn't no settling down

This is blood for blood and by the gallons

This is the old day, and the bad days, the all or nothing days. They're back

There's no choices left

And I'm ready for war

Prison was hell for you Marv. It's going to be life this time

How's waking up every goddamn day and not even knowing why you're here

But I'm out now

It took somebody who was kind to me. Getting killed to do it

But I'm out

I know exactly what I got to do

So you were scared, weren't you Goldie

Somebody wanted you dead and you knew it

So you hit the salloons, the bad places

Looking for the biggest meanest lug around, and finding me

Well I'm going to find that son of a b*tch that killed you

and I'm going to give him the hard good-bye

Walk down the right back alley in sin city

and you can find anything

That coat looks like ???

serves your face

Take off

He's new here, Marv. He didn't know

Katie's my kind of joint

Nancy's just getting started with her gig, but already the crowd's breathing hard

Plenty of nights I've drooled over Nancy

shoulder to shoulder with all the other losers like me

But that's not what I'm looking for tonight

What'll it be, Marv?

A shot and a brew, Shellie, and keep it coming

Sure, honey. You take it slow now

Most people think Marv is crazy

He just had the rotten luck of being born in the wrong century

He'd be right at home on some ancient battlefield, swinging an axe into somebody's face

Or in a Roman arena taking a sword to other Gladiators like him

They'd have tossed him girls like Nancy back then

Show's over, dickwad

Drink up

Now that's one fine-looking coat you're wearing there

You're killing days are over, you over-the-hill do-gooder son of a b*tch

I love hitmen. No matter what you do to them, you don't feel bad

Take it off

What?

Fine coat like that, and you're bleeding all over it

Alright, it's all yours

Who was it you loosers who killed Goldie?

The guy who did that ... he knew what he was doing

So tell me, man, who sent you?

I don't hear you giving me any names

So I guess when I shot you in the belly, I aimed a little too high

You keep holding out on me like this, and I'm going to have to get really nasty

It's Telly. Telly Stern... passed me the order

He runs the tables over at the Triple Ace Club

Thanks again

Now the damnedest thing happens

For a second I smell the angel's smell that belonged to my Goldie

Just need my medicing is all

Bastard

You're going to pay for what you did to me

You like talking, Louie? How many got paid off for the frame, Louie?

How many for the kill?

It was Connely. He set me up

He'll never talk

I don't know about you, but I'm having a ball

Connely talks. They all talk

And what have been your sins, my son?

Well, Padre. I don't want to keep you up all night, so I'll just fill you in on the latest batch

These here hands of mine, they got blood all over them

You're speaking... figuratively

I need to find something out, I just go out and

look for somebody that knows more than me and I go and I ask them

Sometimes, I ask pretty hard

That way, for instance, in fact, I killed 3 men tonight

totured them first

you might say I've been working my way up the food chain

First 2 are minnows, small time messengers

But it was Connely. They money man who fingered you, Padre

Dear Lord, Marv. This is a House of God

Just give me a damn name

Roark

You really are pushing your luck, Padre, feeding me garbage like that

It can't be that big

There's a farm out North Cross and Lennox

It's all there

Find out for yourself. While you're at it, ask yourself...

If that corpse of a slut is worth dying for

Worth dying for. Worth killing for. Worth going to hell for

Amen

These keys say the Padre drove a Mercedes

Or at least that's what they're passing off as a Mercedes these days

Modern cars. They all look like electric shavers

Goldie

Goldie

That couldn't be Goldie

It's my own fault, and nobody elses, that I got confused

I've been having so much fun I forgot to take my medicine

That wasn't Goldie back there. Goldie's dead

And that's the whole reason I've been doing what I've been doing

When you got a condition, it's bad to forget your medicine

The cold thing, it creeps into my gut and tells me one more time it won't let go

This is a bad place, this farm. People have died here

The wrong way

I don't want to fight, pooch

I got no gripe with you

Easy boy

No way I was going to use my gun on you, buddy

It's whoever owns you, I'm curious about

Because there's blood on your breath, and I think I know what kind

So I sniff around to see what's burried

Here we go

Impossible. Nobody can sneak up on me

I go blind. Not a sound. Nobody's that quiet

Nobody except the one who snuck in that hotel room 2 nights ago

It was you, you bastard. You killed her. You killed Goldie. It was...

I blew it, Goldie. I found your killer, but he was better than me

Too quiet. Too quick. A killer born

Why didn't he finish the job?

He keeps the heads

He eats the rest

Lucille?

It's not just that wolf of his

The wolfs just get scraps

Bones. It's him

He eats... people

He cooks them like they were steaks

Let's get you warm

Just like they were steaks

Now he's got both of us

It's alright. Take a nice slow breath

Just look at the heads on the wall

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