Sin City Page #6

She said "Cop"

Detective Lieutenant Jack Rafferty

"Iron Jack", the papers call him

A goddamn hero cop

It's hell for years, the shaky truce

The cops get a slice of the profits and free entertainment when they throw a party

The girls get to administer their own brand of justice

They get to defend their own turf

If a cop blunders into the neighborhood and he's not shopping for what the girls are selling

They send him packing

But they send him back alive

That's the rules

That's the truce

The cops stay out

That keeps the girls free to keep the pimps and the mob out

Old Town will be left wide open

It'll be war

The streets will run red with blood

women's blood

The cops

The mob. Things are going to go back to the way they used to be

The hell they will

We got guns

We'll fight the cops and the and mob and anybody else who tries to move in on us

We'll go to war

Don't be stupid, Gail. You wouldn't stand a chance

Get me a car

Make sure it's a hard top with a decent engine

I'll hide the bodies

Did you forget that cop car that trailed them here?

The cops know Rafferty came here

They'll check the river, they'll check the sewer

They'll find him and come gunning for us

I'll hall the bodies to the pits. The cops won't check the pits. Get that gun out of my face or I'll smack you

Who do you think you are, giving orders?

-You got what you wanted out of us

-Shut up, Gail

You got what you wanted out of me

And you were gone, off playing with that barmaid. Gone until you brought this unholy mess on us

Miho moves to my back

They'll be watching the roads

They'll catch you

It'll be the bad old days, all over again

The pimps, the beatings, the drugs, the raps

They won't be watching the roads, not yet, they won't. Get me a damn hard top

If I don't make it, you can have your war

Get that gun out of my face, now

Bastard!

I forgot how quick you are

My warrior woman

She almost yanks my head clean off

Shoving my mouth into hers, it hurts

An explosion that blasts away the dull gray years between the now and that 1 firey night when she was mine

A hard top, with a decent engine, and make sure it's got a big trunk

I'll always love you, baby

Always

And never

Where'd you find that heap?

Just look at that trunk

-We'll never fit them all in

-Gail?

Unless there's something else you want me to do, do you think maybe I could go home?

All this blood and stuff's got me feeling like maybe I got to hurl

Sure, Becky, go home. But don't you talk to anybody

Not even your mom

They'll never fit in that trunk

Not like this, they won't

Miho?

Dry your hair as soon as you get home

You'll catch cold if you don't

Yeesh

Hey, Becky. Gail said no calls

I just want to hear my mom's voice. I won't tell her nothing

Please, don't say nothing to Gail

Hey, mama?

Dizzy dames

What were they thinking sticking me up with a bucket of bolts like this?

We were barely able to get the trunk to stay closed as it was, we packed it so tight

There wasn't anything we could do but pile Jackie Boy in right next to me

Now where anybody who cares to look will see him

Go ahead. Take 1 of his cigarettes

It'll help

It's got you smoking there, bud

You shut the hell up, Jackie Boy

You're dead

I'm just imagining this, so shut the hell up

That tells you something about your state of mind, don't it

It's got you hearing things. It's got your nerves shot

It's got you smoking

You know it's true... Nobody ever really quits

A smoker's a smoker when the chips are down

-And your chips are down... much

-I'm fine, you shut the hell up

Will you look at that

Those hookers let you down

What are you going to do when you run out of gas? Call Triple A?

You sucker for the babes

You ain't even going to make it to the pits

You shut the hell up. I'll make it

Not unless you keep your eyes on the road, sugar pie

Watch it!

Ah, this is great. Just like being in a body movie

Shut up!

Oh, you're screwed

It's over. You're flushed

This time I can't bring myself to tell him to shut up

Sure he's an a**hole. Sure he's dead

Sure that I'm just imagining that he's talking

None of that stops the bastard from being absolutely right

I don't have a chance in hell of outrunning this cop

Not in this heap

Pull over!

The only question left is whether I'm going to kill him or not

Tough call

For all I know, he's an honest cop, regular guy

working stiff with a mortgage, a wife, and a pile of kids

My hand moves on its own, sliding 1 of my guns to my lap and thumbing back the hammer

I don't know what to do

You better stop. You're making him mad

Whatever you say

You're friend here. Party a little too hard tonight?

I'm the designated driver

Well, you're driving with a busted tail light

I'll let you off with a warning

What next?

The tank goes dry a quarter mile from the pits

I shove the T-Bird the rest of the way

A few minutes more work and it'll all be over

Jackie Boy will go into the damn tar pits

I'll catch a train out of Sacred Oaks

Go home and call it a...

No more questions, Dallas. Do what I say. Clear the streets

We're on lockdown. We're not selling any tail in Old Town

Not tonight

Don't struggle. You'll only hurt yourself

Your cause is lost

We know everything

Soon the corpse of Detective Rafferty will be in our possession

And the truce between your prostitutes and the police will be shattered

There'll be arrests. There'll be deaths

My employer will sieze what remains of this neighborhood

You will all be slaves. Nothing can stop this

But it is within your power to save many lives

by facilitating the process of transition

by negotiating the terms of the surrender

of Old Town

Son of a b*tch. I knew you...

I have suffered your kind before

The dregs of Sin City. I serve a new master now

And soon, you and all your retched kind will serve him as well

Now get dressed and shed a tear for Dwight McCarthy if you must

because by now, he is surely dead

You don't know him

My man will find a way

He always finds a way

I find these Americans always whine and going on about how they got it so bad

This is a fine, grand country. Guiding light of the modern world, it is

Low taxes, land of of opportunity

Where else would 1 bullet boy's defortune that we're getting for this (???)

Sure beats a living hell out of blowing off airports and churches without sh*t to show for it

Yeesh

You find something, Murphy?

Look to be our poor dead cop's badge

It's all bent up

Bent and stock in it

Oh, bloody he... It's the bullet

You son of a b*tch!

Bastard!

They weren't cops, these 4

They were mercenaries

And if they were hired by who I think they were, the bad times haven't even started yet

And everything seemed to be going so well

Remember, we don't have to deliver every last inch of the man, Brian

You got a good point there, Ronnie

Hand me a knife

Should take a nap while I'm doing all this waiting

I'm at the bone, alright?

Here we go

Have you ever seen anything so pretty in your whole life?

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