Sin City Page #8

You're going to be convicted of raping that little brat

And shooting my boy

Your wife. You tell her the truth, and she's dead

You tell anybody the truth, and they're dead

They won't let testify

I told the cops that you saved my life and they just (???) like I was crazy

They talked my parents into keeping me away

They said that you done things that you didn't do

I told them that you saved me from that Rourk creep

But they won't even check me out to see if I'm still a virgin

Still a virgin, still alive

Thanks to you

They got it all backwards

Sometimes the truth doesn't matter like it ought

But you'll always remember things, right?

That's going to mean a lot to me

Stay away, Nancy

They'll kill you if you don't stay away

Don't visit me, don't write me, don't even say my name

If you won't let me visit, but I'll still write to you, Hartigan

I'll sign my letters "Cordelia"

It's a name of a really cool detective in books I read

I'll write to you every week

For forever

Sure kid

Now run on home

It's not safe for you hear

Bye, Nancy

I love you

John Hartigan

Mr. "Law and Order"

Mr. "By-The-Book"

Mr. High and Mighty

I got to give you credit. Being such a straight arrow for so damn many years without it catching up with you

It's catching up with you now, friend of mine

It's catching up with you but good

Maybe I had a look at him. He doesn't look too good

He's hailing hard, Tammy. See?

He's a picture of hell

That Tammy there. She's fine, isn't she?

I rented her out of Old Town

I want to show you what you won't be getting of

Not in prison

You hear me, Hartigan? You stop being stupid

Start playing along with us, you just might get some of Tammy

You see that? She flinched

You make her sick

She heard about you and that little girl

This is nothing but a price I promised myself I'd pay, and I'm paying it

You don't save a little girl's life, and turn around and throw her to the dogs

Not in my book, you don't

They want a confession. They won't get i

There's a letter from Nancy when they put me in solitary

She calls herself "Cordelia"

She makes no mention of anything that would give her away

At first I figure she'll send another note or 2 before her young mind moves on to better things

But every thursday, another 1 arrives

What a sweet kid

I do my best to keep my hand from shaking when I reach for it

She's the only friend I got

The daughter I never had

My sweet Cordelia

Skinny little Nancy Callahan

Then comes a Thursday when I bound from my cot, excited as a kid at Christmas

Only to find myself staring at the damn floor of my damn cell

Looking for a letter from Nancy that isn't there

Then another Thursday with no letter

Is she alright?

Did something happen to her?

Nothing

Did they find her? Did they get to her?

Of course. Stupid old man

Do your math. Nancy's 19 years old. How long did you expect her to keep writing?

She was a saint to give it up as long as she did

She's forgotten you, old man

You're alone. You're all alone

This guy smells awful, like bad food

Like a corpse left in a garbage dumpster in the middle of summer

He stinks so bad, I want to throw up

Practically knocked my head off, the bastard

When I come to, I see it

The same kind of envelope Nancy always uses

But there's no letter inside of it

Something soft. Something that ought to be alive

A hunk of meat and bone that ought to be the index finger of the right hand of a 19 year old girl

How the hell did they find her?

She was so careful. She never gave away where she lives or where she works

I've got to get out. I've got to help. Nothing else matters

Not my life, and not my pride either

It's only 1 final surrender they want

You got me Rourk, you beat me

I say everything they want to hear, just the way they want to hear it

I tell them I'm a twisted, retched child molester

I agree to everything they want from me

I love you, Nancy

It's a lot of miles into town, Hartigan

You care for a ride?

As long as you stay in front of me

Prison's made you paranoid

Talk about water under the bridge. Christ

Yeah, 8 years

Well, if it's any consolation for you...

You made me hate myself

Any word from Aileen?

Yeah. She got remarried... 4 years ago

She had 2 kids

I'm sorry, John

Don't be

I'm glad

Aileen always wanted kids

She'll make a good mother

Like you said, Bob. "Water under the bridge"

Bob and I get along with our fond farewells to eachother

And I go looking for the only human being on the planet that means a damn to me

Nancy

How could they have found out it was you writing all those letters to me

How did they find out who you are?

And what have they dont to you, baby?

Not a sound

No sign of life

Has Rourk gone through all this trouble to torture an old man?

Like a kid poking at fly when he's already torn its wings off?

What has he done to Nancy?

It's like all she does is read and study and write

No diary. No phone numbers or addresses written down anywhere

Closest thing to a clue is a pack of matches from a louzy salloon

It's a long shot, but maybe she's got some friends there

A dead end

Nancy wouldn't have anything to do with a pack of drunks and losers like this

But if there's anything to be found here, the faintest lead to wherever Nancy is or whoever kidnapped her or mutilated her

this is the place

Excuse me, miss. I'm wondering if you could help me

I'm looking for somebody

Well, a night like this, everybody's looking for somebody, stranger

It's not like that. Her name is Nancy

Eyes to the stage, pilgrim

She's just warming up

Skinny little Nancy Callahan

She grew up

She filled out

Nancy Callahan, 19 year old

And here I was expecting a skinny little bookworm

maybe a bit too shy for her own good

how little she told me about herself in all her letters

for all those years

How the hell did they find her?

Then it hits me

They were bluffing

I've led them straight to her

She hasn't spotted you yet

Turn around and walk out the door

Lead the creep outside

Get that berretta away from him somehow, and kill him

I'm just a horny ex-con watching an exotic dancer

Just a few seconds and she'll be safe

No, Nancy. Don't notice me

Don't recognize me

There's no time to explain. I've made a terrible mistake

I put you in terrible danger. We need to get out of here. Right this second

Whatever you say, Hartigan. Let me throw some clothes on

And here I'd figured you'd forget all abotu me. Me and my dumb letters

Kept me going

Kept me from killing myself

Hurry up, will you?

-Maybe I should drive

-Not a chance

Nobody but me can keep this heap running

Besides from the sounds of things, you might have to shoot somebody

I don't have a gun

Under the seat

It's loaded and it works

This'll do

Taken it to the range a couple times

Kicks like a mule

Hartigan? There's so much I've wanted to say to you. You never go far from my thoughts

I've lain awake nights, thinking of you

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