(man) She shivers in the wind like the last leaf on a dying tree.
I let her hear my footsteps.
She only goes stiff for a moment.
Care for a smoke?
Sure. I'll take one.
Are you as bored by that crowd as I am?
I didn't come here for the party. I came here for you.
I've watched you for days.
You're everything a man could ever want.
It's not just your face,
your figure, or your voice.
It's your eyes.
All the things I see in your eyes.
What is it you see in my eyes?
I see a crazy calm.
You're sick of running.
You're ready to face what you have to face.
But you don't want to face it alone.
No.
I don't want to face it alone.
The wind rises electric.
She's soft and warm and almost weightless.
Her perfume a sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes.
I tell her that everything will be all right.
That I'll save her from whatever she's scared of and take her far, far away.
I tell her I love her.
(gunshot through silencer)
The silencer makes a whisper of the gunshot.
I hold her close until she's gone.
I'll never know what she was running from.
I'll cash her check in the morning.
(girl) Yes.
Oh, Mom, don't go on like that.
It's not the city. I could've gotten in a traffic accident anywhere.
Yeah, just a fracture. The doctor said it's a clean break.
It should be right as rain in no time.
Uh-huh.
Mm-hm.
(man) Turn the right corner in Sin City
and you can find anything.
Becky.
Care for a smoke?
Love you, too, Mom.