Sin City Page #7

We're a back to 3 of you. And if anyone happens by, use your imagination. OK?

Silence now

No air to breath

Only the horrid oily tar taste creeping up my nostrils

Let it in. Let it fill your lungs

They were counting on you, and you blew it

Skinny, stealy fingers at my wrist

Miho, you're an angel. You're a saint

You're Mother Theresa. You're Elvis

You're a god

And if you've shown up 10 minutes earlier, we'd still have Jackie Boy's head

Dwight, they got Gail

It's a sinch. You got yourself a spy in Old Town

A stooly who sold you out to the mob

We got to find out who it is and rescue Gail

But first we got to get our hands on Jackie Boy's head before it gets to wherever it's going and then this whole situation blows wide open

Miho. I hope to hell you left 1 of them alive enough to talk

I let him know I'm not fooling around

We talk

Stay smart, stay cool

It's time to prove to your friends that you're worth a damn

Sometimes that means dying

Sometimes it means killing a whole lot of people

There they are. What do we do?

We stop them, Dallas

Jackie Boy's head so close to me, I could almost reach out and grab it right then and there

Get the head, get the head

I got it, I got it

Suck on this, you stupid slag

I can't tell if Miho is alive or dead

but I'm on my feet and every ounce of me wants to get some killing done

Want the head now, sweetheart. So come down and get it!

Brave lad

I could've put a bullet straight down your ear just now

if I haven't gotten my revolver all wet and useless

you got the drop on my, love

I'm as helpless as a baby

Better come clean with you, sweetheart

It was an old trade lie I was giving you about my revolver being wet

You see, I'm not too fond of shooting

It's my preference to blow things off

I should blast the roof off a pulp

I've seen all the parts flying off people

Little bang-bang's never going to match the size of that

And here's me with all these fine grenades, such a sweet beauty of a remote

But it's my knife I'll be doing you with

You killed my mates

Someone should've told you

Never give an Irishman a good cause for revenge

Deadly little Miho

You won't feel a thing unless she wants you to

She twists the blade

He feels it

I tell Miho what we're going to do and how we're going to do it

I grab poor Dallas's car phone and make the most important call of my life

First we got to rescue Gail

Then comes the kill

The big fat kill

You just going to stand there and watch this?

You kidding me man?

Like watching old Manute do his thing all night long, and not get tired of it. I mean, the man's an artist

Only an artist should be allowed to touch such a beautiful subject

Your skin is perfect

Your nerves... responsive

Beautiful

Just give them what they want, Gail

Becky?

It's over, Gail. There's no fighting them

Dwight's dead. They got's what's left of that cop we killed

The mob's going to turn it over to the police chief, the cops are going to mow us down. We got to cut a deal

You little b*tch. You sold us out

I didn't have no choice

They was going to hurt my mom

It selfish, you holding out like this. You're going to get a lot of girls killed for no good reason

It wasn't your mom. We could've protected her, and you know it

It was the money, you stupid little b*tch

Sure there is money. Sure you could've moved my mom into Old Town and let her know that her own goddamn daughter is a whore

-Break's your heart

-Doesn't it

They offered me what you couldn't never offer me

I had to watch out for my own neck

You're neck. You're precious, scrawny, little neck

You're crazy. You could've ripped my throat out, you crazy whore

Schutz, fetch my blades

Stuka, kill this one

No, I was promised

Stupid little b*tch. You deserve worse

I knew there was a reason I got out of bed this morning

Hey... hey

Nobody, I don't see nobody

Could we look at that? It's right through me. Guys, look

There's somethign wrapped around it

Some kind of note

Give it to me

The f*** we're doing?

Out back, everyone, and bring the women

You think, somebody should call me a doctor or something?

McCarthy, you fool

Hey. Guys? Ohh

Dozens of them

Armed to the teeth

I'm outnumbered, outgunned

But the alley is crooked, dark, and very narrow

They can't surround me

Sometimes you can beat the odds with a careful choice of where to fight

You can have Old Town. I don't care. Just give me the woman

Shut up

Dwight. Don't do this

Hey, wait a minute. Something's not right

Shut up. Or I'll plug you

Of course, Mr. McCarthy. A fair trade. She's all yours

Now if you'll explain why we shouldn't blow both of you to pieces

Dwight, what have you done?

Exactly what I had to... every step of the way

No, it isn't right. There wasn't no tape over his mouth. How come there's tape over his mouth

Where the fight counts for a lot

You trick, McCarthy, but it will do you no good

But there's nothing like having your friends show up with lots of guns

No, McCarthy, you shan't!

The girls all know the score

No escape

No surrender

No mercy

We got to kill every last rat bastard one of them

Every last one

Not for revenge. Not because they deserve it. not because it'll make the world a better place

We need a heap of bloody bodies so when mob boss, Wallenquist, looks over his charts of profits and losses, he'll see what it cost him to mess with the girls of Old Town

The valkyrie at my side is shouting and laughing with the pure hate for blood-thirsty joy of the slaughter

And so am I

The fire, baby. It'll burn us both

There's no place in this world for our kind of fire

My warrior woman. My valkyrie

You'll always be mine. Always. And never

THAT YELLOW BASTARD

Evening officer

I don't... have to introduce myself, do I?

You read the papers?

This being an election year, you've seen plenty of my picture

You know who I am and what I can do

I'm doing you, Hartigan

Cold and hard, I'm doing you

You blew my son's ear off

Blew his arm off, you even blew his nuts and his pecker off

He's in a coma right now, they say he may never come out of it

My boy. He could've been the first Rourk to become the president of the United States, but you had turned him into a brain damaged dickless freak

Pulling that trigger make you feel powerful?

Power don't come from a badge, or a gun

Power comes from lying

Lying big and getting the whole damn world to play along with you

Once you got everybody agreeing with what they know in their hearts ain't true, you get them by the balls

There's what, maybe 500 people in this hospital

I could pump you full of bullets right now and I wouldn't be arrested

Everyone would lie for me, everyone who counts

Otherwise all their own lies, everything that runs Sin City, it all comes tumbling down like a pack of cards

But I want you firm, fit, and healthy

I'm even putting up cash of my own to get you more surgery. Fix that... heart condition of yours

You're going to keep living a long time, I'm going to make sure of that

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