Forget it, man.
You can bang on that door all night if you want to.
There is no way in hell I'm letting you in.
I can't believe you're doing this to me, Shellie.
Everything we've shared - it has to mean something to you.
Ha. It meant plenty.
Plenty of lost pay on account of how nobody wants to fllrt wlth a waltress
whose face is all purple and swollen up with bruises.
I know you're angry, baby.
And I forgive you for that without you even asking me to.
There's a difference between getting honked off
at a guy who's generally not so bad,
and flndlng out that you've been sweet-talked by a total jerk loser
who skips out on a wife that he doesn't even tell you about
every time he gets drunk, which is way too often!
Especially the kind of total jerk loser
who has to beat up on a girl to make himself feel like a man.
That hurt, Shellie.
It's one thing for you to play hard to get, but don't go trying to cut my nuts off.
I am impossible to get.
Do yourself a favor, Jackie Boy, and get help, like a shrink.
Get help and get lost.
Just open the door.
Go ahead and open the door, Shellie. I'll take care of this.
Just open the door and you'll see how wrong you've been about me.
Oblige him, Shellie. I'm ready for him.
No! If he knew that you were here with me, you don't know how bad this could get!
This clown's got a big, mean drunk on.
And he's got four friends out there in the hall,
breathing hard and just as drunk as he is.
Hey, I could swear I heard somebody in there with you just now.
Somebody! Jackie Boy, it's a regular African love fest in here!
- I'm no racist. - I mean, I got me all five starters,
and half the bench of the Basin City Blues keeping me company.
You feel like taking them on?
You are teasing me, baby.
Some of my best friends...
But you're really pushing my buttons.
And the whole time you've been doing me like this,
I've been too polite to point out that at any time I want to,
I could kick this damn door to splinters.
OK, baby, you know what I can do.
- You know what I can do. One, two... - All right, then!
All right All right, all Right!
Troops, make yourself at home.
You brought your whole pack with you?
None of these bozos got lives, they gotta hang out with you?
You're gonna love this, baby.
You're gonna call up some of your friends who work the saloon.
With you and the bunch of us, we're gonna hit every joint in town,
and it's gonna be great.
I ain't calling up nobody.
That's a man's shirt, and I'm sure as hell it ain't one of mine.
You got somebody's love stink all over you.
You've been with another man and you've been with him tonight.
- Who is he? - He's Superman.
He flew out the window just as soon as he heard you were coming,
'cause you scared him so bad.
(laughs)
(Jackie Boy) You think I have no feelings at all.
(Shellie) If you're gonna slug me,
just go ahead and get it over with, you sick bastard.
(Jackie Boy) There you go, lying about me again,
right in front of my friends.
I have never hit a woman in my life.
(laughter)
That's showing her, man.
You goddamn bastard. You goddamn coward.
- Baby, we're all here to have a good time. - Yeah.
- I gotta take a leak. - Oh!
Wish you'd dropped by earlier, Jackie Boy.
Then you could've met my boyfriend.
Could've seen what a real man looks like.
There you go, after my nuts again.
But I forgive you.
I'm a generous guy.
He is generous. But that temper of his...
You never should have picked on him like you did.
My temper you don't have to worry about.
Shut up and keep your hands to yourself or I'll cut your little pecker off.
Ooh. I've been told.
You don't wanna be hittin' the streets dressed like that, honey.
It's a jungle out there.
Besides, you got a couple of phone calls you ought to be makin'.
Hey, baby, I don't hear you making those calls.
Answer me!
Oh, I don't need this grief.
Hi. I'm Shellie's new boyfriend and I'm out of my mind.
You ever so much as talk to Shellie again, you even think her name,
and I'll cut you in ways that'll make you useless to a woman.
You're making a big mistake, man. A big mistake.
Yeah? You already made a big mistake yourself.
You didn't flush.
Troops, get outta here.
No questions, damn it. No questions.
Now!
(helicopter overhead)
(sirens blaring)
Dwight, what in the devil did you do to him?
I just gave him a taste of his own medicine.
l don't think he'll be bothering you again.
- How's your jaw? - I've been slapped around worse.
Dwight, he was from a while back,
before you showed up again with that new face of yours.
And it was only 'cause I felt sorry for him.
And it was only once.
I've done some dumb things.
Seeing as how I'm one of those dumb things,
I can't give you too hard a time about that, Shellie.
But this guy, he's a menace.
He might kill somebody if I don't stop him.
I'll call you later.
No, don't go!
Shellie shouts something I can't quite make out
over the racket of a passing police 'copter.
- Stop! - It sounds like "stop" but I can't be sure.
It's a chance I shouldn't be taking. but I can't just go home and forget about it.
and let Jackie Boy and his pals find their fun.
They're a pack of predators and they're out for blood tonight - a woman's blood.
Damn it, Dwight. Damn it.
You fool.
You damned fool.
I cut my Caddy across the park
to pick up Jackie Boy heading like a bat outta hell up the hill.
I'm speeding.
That's a good way to get yourself noticed. And if you're a murderer with a new face
who's one fingerprint check away from the fast track to the gas chamber like I am.
the last thing you want is to get noticed.
(siren blaring)
I don't have nearly enough cash on me to bribe this cop, and even if I did.
there's always the outside chance he's one of the honest ones.
Do I try to talk my way out of this or do I take this cop down and risk it all?
Then Jackie Boy saves me a great, big steaming pile of trouble.
Watch it, Jack!
(horns blaring)
Cops! They're right on our ass!
Not for long. Not where we're headed.
My gut tightens up.
Jackie Boy's leading us straight to Old Town.
The cop shuts off his siren.
He knows he's not the law, not in Old Town.
The ladies are the law here, beautiful and merciless.
If you've got the cash and you play by the rules.
they'll make all your dreams come true.
But if you cross 'em. you're a corpse.
- The squad car's long gone, man. - Yeah, I called it. Was I right?
You're always right, Jack. None of us ever doubted you for a second.
But I heard things about these girls. Things they've done to guys who got out of line.
Who's outta line?
Hey, baby. Hey, baby.
Hop in, sugar. We'll get you there.
Aw, sweetheart, I work the day shift and it's been a long day.
Besides, I don't do group jobs.
Get in the car, baby. We'll just talk. It'll be nice.
I don't do talk jobs, either.
Babydoll, I've had me one hell of a bad day.
I've been beat up every time I turn around.
But the day I get turned down by a hooker
when I got good, hard-earned cash to pay her with...
well...
there's only so much a man can take.
Go try the Alamo over on Dillon Street.
That's the Alamo, not the Amigo.
The Amigo's a fag joint.
Are you having a good time humiliating me like this for no damn reason at all?
That's far enough, Dwight. We've been on top of these peckerwoods
since they first showed up with that cop behind them.
Everything's under control.
Enjoy the show.
There's no use arguing with her.
The ladies are their own enforcers.
So, how's the barmaid? You know, the one that never shuts up?
- Not right now, Gail. - Ooh.
Wound up a little tight, aren't we?
That's your whole problem, Dwight. You worry too much.
That, and your lousy taste in women. These days, anyway.
Damn it, Gail. Not right now.
Those clowns down the way - they some of the barmaid's boyfriends?
One of them thinks he is.
He's outta control.
I followed them here to make sure he didn't hurt any of the girls.
Us helpless little girls.
All kinds of death is about to hit less than 20 yards ahead of us.
and still it's hard to take my eyes off her.
Us girls are safe as we can be, Lancelot.
Those boys in that Chrysler are one mistake away
from seeing what Miho can do.
And she's been aching for some practice.
She guides my glance upwards to the pixie perched on the roof's edge.
- Deadly little Miho. - (girl) You're running out of alley, cowboy.
Turn around. Save yourself and your buddies a ton of grief.
(Jackie Boy) You're a sassy little thing.
You ain't hardly in any kind of position to be making threats.
The trap is set. locked and ready to spring.
So what? They're scum. They deserve what's coming.
So why this rotten feeling in my gut that something is awfully wrong?
They haven't killed anybody I know about.
It got pretty bad at Shellie's place, but they didn't kill anybody.
And they won't.
Why this rotten feeling?
Something Shellie said. I can't place it.
OK, OK, OK. I sounded off a little more than I should have.
- I'm a little on edge. - Over the edge.
It's not a woman you need. It's a good night's sleep.
You couldn't handle a woman, the state you're in.
She's saying you ain't got what it takes, Jack.
You wanna see it?
You wanna see what I got? Huh?
I've seen all shapes, all sizes.
You seen this one?
Get in the car.
Oh, sugar, you just gone and done the dumbest thing in your whole life.
Oh, God, no!
This is crazy!
Out of nowhere, for no reason at all!
Go ahead.
- He's got the drop on her. - He's got squat.
He's dead. He's just too damn dumb to know it.
I got you right where I want you.
This is a career-ending wound, whore.
- And there's gonna be hell to pay. - Watch your step, Jackie Boy.
Yeesh.
This isn't funny.
Don't anyone laugh. I got friends you can't imagine.
Every one of you is gonna burn.
(Dwight) Hang it up. She's just playing with you.
- You're only making it worse. - You shut the hell up.
Don't pull the trigger. She blocked the barrel. It'll backfire.
I told you to shut up.
I can't see.
What's happening?
I can't see.
I can't hear anything.
For God's sake, Miho, finish him.
Yeah. Make it quick, will you?
She doesn't quite chop his head off.
She makes a Pez dispenser out of him.
Then it's straight to business - stretching the corpses out on the alley floor
and going through their pockets. divvying up cash when they find it.
I'm fishing around in Jackie Boy's pants.
His wallet is packed.
Mastercard. Discover. Platinum American Express.
and nearly 300 bucks worth of twenties
that I'm not too proud to stuff into my own pockets.
Then I find an atom bomb.
Jackie Boy.
you son of a bitch.
There was a helicopter that kicked up such a racket.
- I couldn't quite make out what she said. - (mouthing)
I thought Shellie said "stop"
She said "cop"
Detective Lieutenant Jack Rafferty.
Iron Jack. the papers call him.
A goddamn hero cop.
It's held 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 gonna go back to the way they used to be!
The hell they will! We got guns.
We'll fight the cops and the mob
and anybody else who tries to move in on us.
- We'll go to war. - Don't be stupid.
You wouldn't stand a chance. Get me a car.
Make sure it's a hardtop 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 haul the bodies to the pits. The cops won't check the pits.
Get that gun out of my face or I'll smack ya.
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.
One word from Gail and she'll cut me in half.
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 rapes!
They won't be watching the roads. Not yet, they won't! Get me a damn hardtop!
If I don't make it, you can have your war.
Get that gun out of my face now!
(yells)
Bastard!
I forgot how quick you are.
My warrior woman.
She almost yanks my head clean off.
shoving my mouth into hers so hard it hurts.
An explosion that blasts away the dull, gray years
between the now and that one fiery night when she was mine.
A hardtop with a decent engine.
And make sure it's got a big trunk.
I'll always love you, baby.
Always... and never.
(Dwight) Where'd you find that heap?
Just look at that trunk. We'll never fit 'em all in.
Gail? Unless there's something else you want me to do,
you think maybe I could go home?
All this blood and stuff's got me kind of feeling like maybe I'm gonna 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.
(squishing sounds)
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, Mom?
Dizzy dames.
What were they thinking, sticking me with a beat-up 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.
out where anybody who cares to look will see him.
Go ahead. take one 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.
Well, it 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. - I'm fine. You shut the hell up.
Will you look at that?
Ooh, those hookers let you down.
What are you gonna do when you run outta gas, call AAA?
You sucker for the babes, you.
You ain't even gonna 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! - (horn blaring)
Ah, this is great.
Just like being in a buddy movie.
Shut up!
(chuckles)
(siren blaring)
Boy, you're screwed. You're out. You're finished.
Stick a fork in it. You're swirling around the bottom of the bowl,
nose-diving down the pipe.
It's over.
You're flushed.
This time, I can't bring myself to tell him to shut up.
Sure, he's an asshole.
Sure, he's dead.
Sure, 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 gonna kill him or not.
Tough call.
For all I know, he's an honest cop, regular guy,
a working stiffwith a mortgage, a wife and a pile of kids.
My hand moves all on its own,
sliding one 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.
(tires screeching)
Your 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...
(gunshot)
No more questions, Dallas. Do what I 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 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 bitch! I know you.
I have suffered your kind before - the dregs of Sin City.
I 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.
I 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 our poor, dead cop's badge.
It's all bent up.
What's this stuck in it?
Bloody hell. It'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 I think they were.
the bad times haven't even started yet.
And everything seemed to be going so well.
(man) Remember, we don't have to deliver every last inch of the man, Brian.
(Brian) You got a good point there, Ronnie.
Lend me your knife.
Should I take a nap while I'm doing all this waiting?
I'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!
It'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, I hope to hell you left one of 'em alive enough to talk.
I let him know I'm not fooling around.
(groans)
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 'em, Dallas.
Jackie Boy's head is so close to me
I could almost reach out and grab it right then and there.
(gunfire)
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.
You 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 hadn't got me revolver all wet and useless.
You got the drop on me, love.
I'm as helpless as a baby.
I got to come clean with you, sweetheart.
It was an outright lie I was giving ya about me revolver being wet.
You see, I'm not too fond of shootin'.
It'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 I'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.
I tell Miho what we're gonna do and how we're gonna do it.
I 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.
(groans)
Do we just gotta stand here and watch this?
What, are you kidding me, man?
I could watch 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 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!
I didn't have no choice! They was gonna hurt my mom.
You gotta cut a deal with these people.
It's selfish, you holding out like this.
You're gonna get a lot of girls killed for no good reason.
It wasn't your mom!
We could have protected her and you know it.
It 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.
I had to watch out for my own neck.
Your neck.
Your precious, scrawny little neck!
(screams)
You're crazy! You could have ripped my throat out, you crazy whore!
Schutz, fetch my blades.
- Stuka, kill this one. - No, I was promised!
Stupid little bitch! You deserve worse!
I knew there was a reason I got out of bed this morning.
Hey.
Nobody. I don't see nobody.
Will you look at that? It's right through me. Guys, look.
There's something wrapped around it.
Some kind of note.
Give it to me.
It's poked right through me. Guys, look.
- It'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.
Hey.
Guys?
Aw.
Dozens ofthem, 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 the careful choice of where to fight.
You can have Old Town, I don't care.
- Just give me the woman. - (muffled speaking)
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 to me 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 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.
They run out back.
Right on schedule.
Deadly little Miho.
She gets her practice in.
The Valkyrie at my side is shouting and laughing
with the pure, hateful, bloodthirsty 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.