Sin City: A Dame to Kill For

Metal screams.

Something hits me square in the chest.

There's no up or down.

I don't weigh a thing.

I don't remember a thing.

This doesn't look good at all.

I've gone and done something again.

Wish I could remember what.

How did I get here?

What have I done? And why?

I must've forgotten my medicine.

I've got a condition.

It's bad to forget your medicine when you've got a condition.

Caught myself a bullet.

The wound's fresh, maybe an hour old.

I can't remember how I got it.

For the life of me, I can't remember.

The projects.

Ugly as ever.

What the hell am I doing here?

Put the pieces together.

Remember.

It's Saturday, so I must've started the night

at Kadie's joint.

Just another Saturday night.

Me and all the other losers like me

sucking back the sauce and drooling like fools over Nancy.

I was in a mood.

Even watching Nancy couldn't cheer me up.

I get that way sometimes.

Empty in the gut, hollow in that lonely place,

and wishing I had an excuse to break somebody's face.

It was just another Saturday night.

I was wondering what I was gonna do with myself

when I smelled something awful.

Burning hair.

Burning meat.

Like these poor old winos didn't have it bad enough already.

Damn frat boys.

Damn rich, spoiled brats.

Leave him be.

Crawl back into your bottle, Bernini boy.

Why did he call me Bernie?

At least I know they're bad guys.

Nothing wrong with killing the bunch of them.

Hell, it's practically my civic duty.

Oh, these wormy little twits.

I hate these guys.

God, this really hurts.

They made a run for it.

I did what any good citizen would do.

Go to hell.

What the hell?

What the hell?

What the hell!

That's when I got my idea.

If they got back to their university out in Sacred Oaks,

I'd never catch them.

I banged them around like a hockey puck.

Cut them off at every turn.

I left them no choice but to head over the hill

to the projects.

I could just turn my back and leave them here.

My old neighbors would take care of them but good.

But hell, why should they have all the fun?

The projects.

I was born here.

My old neighborhood.

Damn.

He's a dead man.

I'm telling you,

I'm one bitch of a good shot,

and he's a dead man.

My old neighbors.

They let me know they're watching.

I remind them who I am.

I tell them what to do.

No! No, please!

Please, I...

I've got money.

I've got a trust fund.

I can pay-

You'll pay.

Hey-

Before, when you shot me, you called me Bernie.

Why did you call me Bernie?

Bernini.

It's a brand name.

That coat you're wearing.

It's a Bernini.

Really? Oh.

Thanks for clearing that up, kid.

Knife!

Bernini, huh?

And one fine coat it is.

Somebody must've spent a fortune on it.

I wonder who.

And while I'm at it,

where the heck did I get these gloves?

I can't remember for the life of me.

Poker.

Savage power in gentlemen's hands.

It's a good game.

Now, who wants to play?

Sin City's where you go in with your eyes open...

Or you don't come out at all.

But a city's like a woman or a casino.

Somebody's gonna win,

and it's gonna be me.

It's the kind of place

your father doesn't want to talk about.

But where I come from,

a father is a thing no one seems to be able to find.

I was feeling lucky.

I'd won money in joints all over town,

and I finally made it to Kadie's...

where the real score is.

What happened to the show?

How's tricks, stranger?

Heads or tails?

Heads.

That's a trick.

That won't get you anywhere.

Follow the shiny object.

Where'd you come from, handsome?

Do me a favor and blow on this.

Does Lady Luck have a name?

Marcie.

- Lucky man. - Every time, ma'am.

Now where's the real action?

Baby, you don't want to know.

I do want to know.

Whatever you say, boss.

Back of the bar. It's your funeral.

They'll eat you alive

- back there. - I'm a pretty tough chew.

Come on.

Would you kiss it this time?

Oh, my God!

- Hey there, Marcie. - Yeah?

You want to go make some real money?

Yeah.

I'll check.

I'll bet $100.

Good night.

I'll play-

I'll fold.

Who's the slicker?

I busted this one for craps over at Josie's once.

He paid up. He's okay.

Whatever you do, kid, don't win too much.

I never lose.

What's with bringing a frail in here?

This is my good luck charm.

Besides, I'm heading to make a pretty nice dime tonight.

Got to have someone to spend it on, right?

Sylvio, let our young friend here do the honors.

Cut.

This boy's good.

Nancy! Nancy!

Nancy! Nancy! Nancy! Nancy!

And the dealer will take two.

One hand in.

I'll play-

I'm out.

Yeah, me, too.

I fold.

I'm done.

How dumb are you feeling now, boy?

Pretty dumb.

Well, Senator, I'm ready for your worst.

Boy, you don't even want to dream about my worst.

No, I don't imagine I do.

So why don't I just flatten your ass right now

and we can call it a night.

Sure. This is a fair game, played by honorable men.

I'm gonna raise you $300.

Easy, kid.

You got any idea what you're up against?

Looks to me like I'm up against a man.

You're up against a Roark.

Yeah, I was born here, Senator.

I know who you are.

We all die here sooner or later.

I'm gonna raise you another $500.

I like this kid.

I like him a lot.

I'm gonna call you.

You won't be needing anything for cab fare, will you?

Now that's as fine a hand as you'll ever have, friend.

You just keep in mind what hands are made out of.

Will do.

Hey-

Get your ass out of here.

Run like hell, you might still have a chance.

Oh, I can't miss tomorrow night's game.

Not any more than you can, Officer.

Besides, I already promised Marcie a night on the town.

I can't protect you.

Then why are you a cop?