The tank goes dry a quarter mile from the pits
l 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,
l'll catch a train out of Sacred Oaks, go home and call it a..
No more questions, Dallas Do what l say
Clear the streets We're in 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 seize what remains of this neighbourhood
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 bitch l know you
l have suffered your kind before - the dregs of Sin City
l serve a new master now,
and soon you and all your wretched 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
l can't fathom these Americans always whining
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 opportunity
Where else would one bullet buy us the fortune that we're getting for this?
Sure beats the living hell out of blowing up airports and churches
without shite to show for it
Yeesh
You find something, Murphy?
Looks to be a poor, dead cop's badge
lt's all bent up
What's this stuck in it?
Bloody hell lt's the bullet
You son of a bitch Bastard
They weren't cops, these four
They were mercenaries
And if they were hired by who l 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
Lend me your knife
Should l take a nap while l'm doing all this waiting?
l'm at the bone, all right?
There we go
Have you ever seen anything so pretty in your whole life?
We'll be back for the three of you, and if anyone happens by,
use your imagination, OK?
Silence, now
No air to breathe
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, steely fingers at my wrist
Miho, you're an angel
You're a saint
You're Mother Teresa
You're Elvis
You're God
And if you'd shown up ten minutes earlier, we'd still have Jackie Boy's head
Dwight, they got Gail
lt's a cinch You got yourselves a spy in Old Town
A stoolie who sold you out to the mob
We gotta find out who it is and rescue Gail
But first, we gotta get our hands on Jackie Boy's head
before it gets to wherever it's going and this whole situation blows wide open
Miho, l hope to hell you left one of 'em alive enough to talk
l let him know l'm not fooling around
We talk
Stay smart Stay cool
lt'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 'em, Dallas
Jackie Boy's head is so close to me
l could almost reach out and grab it right then and there
Get the head Get the head
l got it l got it
Suck on this, you stupid slag
l can't tell if Miho is alive or dead,
but l'm on my feet and every ounce of me wants to get some killing done
You want the head now, sweetheart? So come down and get it
Brave lad
l could've put a bullet straight down your ear just now,
if l hadn't got me revolver all wet and useless
You got the drop on me, love
l'm as helpless as a baby
l got to come clean with you, sweetheart
lt was an outright lie l was giving ya about me revolver being wet
You see, l'm not too fond of shootin'
lt's my preference to blow things up
Once you blast the roof off a pub
and seen all the parts flying off people,
a little bang bang's never gonna match the sight of that
And here's me, with all these fine grenades and such a sweet beauty of a remote
But it's me knife l'll be doing you with
You killed me mates
Someone shoulda told ya - never give an lrishman 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
l tell Miho what we're gonna do and how we're gonna do it
l grab poor Dallas's car phone and make the most important call of my life
First, we gotta rescue Gail, then comes the kill
The big, fat kill
Do we just gotta stand here and watch this?
What, are you kidding me, man?
l could watch old Manute do his thing all night long and not get tired of it
l 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? - lt's over, Gail
There's no fighting them Dwight's dead
They got what's left of that cop we killed
The mob's gonna turn it over to the police chief, the cops are gonna mow us down
We gotta cut a deal
You little bitch You sold us out
l didn't have no choice They was gonna hurt my mom
You gotta cut a deal with these people
lt's selfish, you holding out like this
You're gonna get a lot of girls killed for no good reason
lt wasn't your mom
We could have protected her and you know it
lt was the money, you stupid little bitch
Sure, there's money. Sure, you could've moved my mom into Old Town
and let her know that her daughter's a goddamn whore
Breaks your heart, doesn't it?
They offered me what you couldn't never offer me - a way out
l had to watch out for my own neck
Your neck
Your precious, scrawny, little neck
You're crazy. You could have ripped my throat out, you crazy whore
Schutz, fetch my blades
- Stuka, kill this one - No, l was promised
Stupid little bitch You deserve worse
l knew there was a reason l got out of bed this morning
Nobody l don't see nobody
Will you look at that? lt's right through me. Guys, look
There's something wrapped around it
Some kind of note
Give it to me
lt's poked right through me Guys, look
- lt's starting to really hurt - Out back. Everyone
And bring the women
Do you think somebody should call me a doctor or something?
McCarthy, you fool
Guys?
Dozens of them, armed to the teeth
l'm outnumbered, outgunned
But the alley is crooked, dark and very narrow
They can't surround me
Sometimes, you can beat the odds with the careful choice of where to fight
You can have Old Town, l 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 l'll plug you
Of course, Mr McCarthy A fair trade
She's all yours
Now, if you'll explain to me why we shouldn't blow both of you to pieces..
Dwight, what have you done?
Exactly what l had to
Every step of the way
No. lt isn't right There wasn't no tape over his mouth
How come there's tape over his mouth?
Where to fight counts for a lot
Cute trick, McCarthy, but it will do you do good
But there's nothing like having your friends show up with lots of guns
No McCarthy, you shit
The girls all know the score
No escape, no surrender, no mercy
We gotta kill every last rat bastard one of 'em
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, hateful, bloodthirsty joy of the slaughter,
and so am l
The fire, baby
lt'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
Evenin', officer
l don't have to introduce myself, do l? You read the papers
This being an election year, you've seen plenty of my picture
You know who l am and what l can do
And l'm doin' you, Hartigan
Cold and hard, l'm doing you
You blew my son's ear off
You 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 Roark to become the President of the United States,
but you went and turned him into a brain-damaged, dickless freak
Pullin' that trigger make you feel powerful?
Power don't come from a badge or a gun
Power comes from lying
Lying big, and gettin' 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've got 'em by the balls
There's what, maybe 500 people in this hospital?
l could pump you full of bullets right now, and l wouldn't even 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 l want you firm and fit and healthy
l'm even putting up cash of my own to get you more surgery
Fix that heart condition of yours
You're gonna keep on living a long time l'm gonna make sure of that
You're gonna be convicted of raping that little brat, and shooting my boy
And you're gonna spend the rest of your life in prison,
disgraced, destroyed..
alone
Your wife?
You tell her the truth and she's dead
You tell anybody the truth and they're dead
They won't let me testify
l told the cops that you saved my life and they just acted like l was crazy
They talked my parents into keeping me away
They said that you'd done things that you didn't do
l told them that you saved me from that Roark creep,
but they won't even check me out to see that l'm still a virgin
l'm 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 gonna mean a lot to me
But 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
Maybe you won't let me visit, but l'll still write to you, Hartigan
l'll sign my letters ''Cordelia''
That's the name of a really cool detective in books l read
l'll write you every week, for forever
Sure, kid
Now, run on home
lt's not safe for you here
Bye, Nancy
l love you
John Hartigan
Mr. Law and Order
Mr. By the Book
Mr. High and Mighty
l gotta give you credit, being such a straight arrow for so damn many years
without it catching up with you
lt's catching up with you now, friend of mine
lt's catching up with you but good
Maybe l oughta look at him He doesn't look too good
He's hale and hearty, Tammy. See?
He's the picture of health
That Tammy, there - she's fine, isn't she?
l rented her out of Old Town
l wanted to show you what you won't be getting any of, not in prison
You hear me, Hartigan?
lf you stop being stupid, start playing along with us,
you might just 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 l promised myself l'd pay, and l'm paying it
You don't save a little girl's life, then turn around and throw her to the dogs
Not in my book, you don't
They want a confession They won't get it
There was a letter from Nancy waiting when they put me in solitary
She calls herself ''Cordelia'', just like she promised
She makes no mention of anything that would give her away
At first, l figure she'll send another note or two
before her young mind moves on to better things
But every Thursday, another one arrives
What a sweet kid
l do my best to keep my hand from shaking when l reach for it
She's the only friend l've got - the daughter l never had
My sweet Cordelia
Skinny little Nancy Callahan
Eight years pass
Then comes a Thursday when l 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
ls she all right?
Did something happen to her?
Nothing
Two months now - not a word from Nancy
Did they find her? Did they get to her?
Of course Stupid old man
Do your maths Nancy's 19 years old
How long did you expect her to keep writing?
She was a saint to keep 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, l want to throw up
Practically knocked my head off, the bastard
When l come to, l see it
The same kind of envelope Nancy always uses,
but there's no letter inside of it
There's 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
l've got to get out l've got to help her
Nothing else matters - not my life and not my pride, either
lt's only one final surrender they want
You got me, Roark You beat me
l say everything they want to hear, just the way they want to hear it
l tell them l'm a twisted, wretched child molester
l agree to everything they want from me
l love you, Nancy
lt's a lot of miles into town, Hartigan
- You care for a ride? - Long as you stay in front of me
Prison's made you paranoid Talk about water under the bridge
Christ
Eight years
Yeah Eight years
Well, if it's any consolation to you..
you made me hate myself
- Any word from Eileen? - Yeah
She got remarried four years ago
She had two kids l'm sorry, John
Don't be
l'm glad
Eileen always wanted kids
She'll make a good mother
Like you said, Bob - water under the bridge
Bob and l get on with our fond farewells to each other,
then l go looking for the only human being on the planet who 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 done to you, baby?
Not a sound
No sign of life
Has Roark gone to all this trouble just to torture a broken old man,
like a kid poking at a fly when he's already torn his wings off?
What has he done to Nancy?
lt's like all she ever 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 lousy saloon
lt'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 and mutilated her, this is the place
Excuse me, miss. Wondering if you could help me. l'm looking for somebody
Cold night like this, everybody's looking for somebody, stranger
lt'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 years old
And here l 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
l'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 Beretta away from him somehow, and kill him
l'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 recognise me
There's no time to explain
l've made a terrible mistake, 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 l'd figured you'd forgotten all about me. Me and my dumb letters
Kept me going
Kept me from killing myself
Hurry up, will you?
- Maybe l should drive - Not a chance
Nobody but me can keep this heap running
Besides, from the sound of things, you might have to shoot somebody
- l don't have a gun - Under the seat
lt's loaded and it works
Yeah, this'll do
Taken it to the range a couple of times Kicks like a mule
Hartigan, there's so much l've wanted to say to you
You've never been far from my thoughts
l've lain awake nights, thinking of you
What are you talking about?
Keep driving, Nancy Keep driving and keep the car on the road
She's counting on you, old man
What are you doing?
Prove you're still worth a damn
Try and keep it on the road, Nancy
He's a decent shot
He's got skill, but he's in too much of a hurry
Throwing away bullets like they were candy
He doesn't know how to take his time
Aim careful and look the devil in the eye
Stop the car, Nancy Gotta confirm the kill
- What? - Stop the car, now
Right Stop the car, confirm the kill
Sorry. l got a little rattled
lt's OK. You did great Sit tight. l'll be right back
No. Let me stay close
Nothing can happen to me when l'm with you
Please? Let me stay close
The stink - l almost gag
His blood smells even worse than he does
- Jesus - And it's all over the place
But the creep himself, he's gone
We're out of time
The sirens - l used to welcome the sound
There's nothing to do now but find a place to hole up for the night,
get Nancy calmed down, and figure out what on Earth l'm going to do next
The stink - somehow it stays with us all the way to the motel
Nancy, l went to your apartment
Your window was thrown wide open The rooms looked almost empty
That's why l was sure you'd been kidnapped
My window? Robbed again? That's the third time this year
l swore if l ever saw you again, l'd show you l grew up strong
But there l was, just like before, scared and helpless
- l'm such an asshole - You should sit down
You'll feel a little bit better if you sit down
l've never been all that good with people
When it comes to reassuring a traumatised 19-year-old,
l'm as expert as a palsy victim doing brain surgery with a pipe wrench
lt's always been you, Hartigan
All these years
lt's just nerves making you say that, Nancy
You're just exhausted You need to sleep
- Sleep with me - Stop it, Nancy
Eight years
Why do you think l kept writing you those letters?
lt wasn't just gratitude
l tried to fall in love with boys
Even thought l did once or twice
But l was already in love with you
That's enough Jesus Christ
l'm old enough to be your grandfather
- You're just scared - l'm not scared
No
There's wrong and there's wrong and then there's this
For God's sakes, you're just a kid
l love you
l love you, too
With all my heart
Cold shower - it helps
No, Nancy
Recognise my voice, Hartigan?
Recognise my voice, you piece of shit cop?
l look different, but l bet you can recognise my voice
Sure l recognise your voice, Junior
Everything's gone straight to hell
l've been suckered into betraying the only friend l've got,
and put her in the hands of a murdering rapist l thought l'd put down for good
Suckered by a spoiled brat son of a senator
lt's all gone to hell
Klump, it's me
l got a dead man needs to be fetched
l want you to set me up for a party
l've already got the girl, you dumb shit
Hey, it better be perfect or l'm calling my dad
My tools better be clean and sharp
lt better be ready lt better be perfect
l get to do whatever l want, however l want, whenever l want it
My dad - l'd love him if l didn't hate him
He spent a fortune hiring every expert on the planet
to grow back that equipment you blew off from between my legs,
just so the old fart can hold out some kind of hope of having a grandkid
Although, as you can see, there were some side effects
l'm not complaining, though Since you've been gone,
l've been having the time of my life
And now you've led me back to your darling Cordelia
We all wondered who wrote all those letters
She left not a clue
Clever girl And so pretty, so pretty
A little old for my taste, but l can forgive that just this once
Nancy, don't scream
Whatever he does to you, don't scream
She'll scream. l'm gonna take all night doing dear old Nancy
And you're gonna die knowing that it's all your fault
They've all screamed, Hartigan
Dozens of them - maybe a hundred
Eight years' worth Every one of them has screamed
And if there weren't so many people hereabout,
l would show you how l'm gonna make dear old Nancy scream
lt's gonna be one hell of a show
This is it No way to fight it now
No hope left
No chance
This is it This is the end
No
Give it a shot, old man Keep your neck tight. Move
The window - maybe there's an alarm The window
Keep your neck tight, goddamn it Stay conscious
No alarm
The glass. Cut the rope
You can do it You can do it
lt is inclement upon me
to comment with marked displeasure on your rash impulsiveness
in selecting such an eye-catching and impractical car to heist, Mr Shlubb
lrrelevant to said mission is the following query, which l now put forth to you
Wherein this most streamlined and trunkless of transports -
boner-inspiring though it may be -
wherein are we to reposit our recently deceased cargo?
l can only express puzzlement that borders on alarm
Tell me where Roark takes the girls or l'll cut your damn head off
ln plain English, creep
The answer you seek is rural, even agrarian
The farm
That's all l need to hear Every cop on the force
knows about the Roark family's farm and to stay away from it
Shlubb and Klump were packing an arsenal
Once things get loud, l'll probably have use for the cannons
But at first, l'll have to play it quiet
Quiet and nasty
Nancy's car - six miles from the farm
''Nobody but me can keep this heap running'', she told me
Good girl The car stalled out on that yellow bastard
and you didn't tell him how to start it up again
You kept your mouth shut l'll bet Junior was furious
l'll bet he slapped you around something fierce
But you stayed strong You bought a few extra minutes
There's still a chance, Nancy
Don't scream
l ditch the car a mile or so from the farm and make my way through the woods
l'm not halfway there when it hits
My heart Can't be my heart
l was cured
Bad cough - blood in it
Doesn't matter now
l don't have to stay alive that much longer, anyway
Rotten way to kill a man, but it's quiet
Hate yourself later
You're only making this worse for yourself, you stupid cow
Do you think l'm tired?
ls that it? Do you think l'm getting tired?
You're the one who's gonna crack
You'll crack
You'll cry and beg
You'll scream
Oh, yeah, you'll scream, you big, fat, ugly cow
You'll scream
You're thinking the whip was the worst l could do?
That was foreplay
Hartigan was right about you
You can't get it up unless l scream
You're pathetic
lt's not wise at all to make fun of me like that
lt brings out the worst in me
Stupid old man
ln too much of a hurry
Damn lt can't be
Charging in like Galahad, just like l told myself l wouldn't!
Stupid old man
- You tagged him good - Don't take no chances. Perforate the fool
Good advice
Give it up, Junior
lt's over Let her go
You're dreaming, Hartigan
l get to see your eyes while l fillet the woman of your dreams right in front of you
Look at you You're about to keel over
You can't even lift that cannon
Sure, l can
You gave me a scare there for a second there, old man
Nancy, l'm sorry
l'm taking no chances with you
First l soften you up, and then it's showtime
Here it comes
lt's gonna hurt
You're right about that
Sucker
l take away his weapon
Both of them
Eight long years, son of a bitch
After a while, all l'm doing is pounding wet chunks of bone into the floorboards,
so l stop
So long, Junior
Been a pleasure
l didn't scream, Hartigan, not once
l didn't scream
l know it, baby
You grew up strong
By the time l get her to the car, Nancy stops shaking
Her skin is warm again She's herself again
Thanks for remembering my coat
And for all the little things
Like saving my life, twice
- You better get rolling - You're not coming along?
No. l have friends on their way, to collect evidence
l'm gonna blow this whole sick mess wide open
l'm gonna clear my name
l'm gonna put Senator Roark behind bars where he belongs
l can't lose you, not again
You'll never lose me, Nancy
Nancy Callahan, the love of my life
Shame to lie to her l hope she forgives me for it
Get Senator Roark behind bars? Sure
And maybe after l've pulled off that miracle, l'll go and punch out God
There isn't a prosecutor in the state who'll go after Senator Roark
l killed his only son
The bloodline is cut
Roark's lost his goddamn legacy
He'll use all his power to get revenge on me
He'll go after me through Nancy He'll find her again
There'll be no end to it
She'll never be safe
Not as long as l'm alive
There's only one way to beat him
An old man dies,
a young woman lives
Fair trade
l love you, Nancy
Yes
Mom, don't go on like that
lt's not the city. l could've gotten in a traffic accident anywhere
Yeah, just a fracture The doctor said it's a clean break
lt should be right as rain in no time
Turn the right corner in Sin City..
..and you can find anything.
Becky
Care for a smoke?
Love you, too, Mom
Anything