Sin City

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, faraway.

I tell her I love her.

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 cheque in the morning.

Just one hour to go. My last day on the job.

Early retirement. Not my idea.

Doctor's orders. Heart condition.

"Angina," he calls it.

I'm polishing my badge, getting myself used to the idea

of saying goodbye to it. It, and 30-odd years

of protecting and serving and tears

and blood and terror and triumph it represents.

I'm thinking about Eileen's slow smile.

About the thick, fat steaks she picked up at the butcher's today.

And I'm thinking about the one loose end I haven't tied up.

A young girl who's out there somewhere,

helpless in the hands of a drooling lunatic.

Damn it, Hartigan, I won't let you do this. You're gonna get yourself killed.

You're gonna get us both killed. I won't let you. I'm warnin' you.

Let go of my coat, Bob.

You're draggin' me down with you.

I'm your partner. They can kill me, too. I ain't puttin' up with that.

I'm gettin' on the horn, calling for backup.

Sure, Bob. We'll just wait. Sit on our hands while that Roark brat

gets his sick thrills with victim number four. Victim number four!

Nancy Callahan, age 11. And she'll be raped and slashed to ribbons.

And that backup that we're waitin' on will just so happen to show up

just late enough for Roark to get back to his US senator daddy.

Take a deep breath, Hartigan.

Settle down and think straight.

You're pushin' 60 and you got a bum ticker.

You ain't savin' anyone.

You got a great attitude, Bob.

Real credit to the force, you are.

Eileen's at home waitin' for you. Think about Eileen.

Heck, Bob...

...maybe you are right.

I'm glad to hear you're finally talkin' sense.

Hell of a way to end a partnership.

Hell of a way to start my retirement.

Nancy Callahan, age 11.

For all I know, she's dead already.

You've been a very good girl, Nancy.

You've been very quiet.

Don't be scared.

We're gonna be taking you home soon.

But first, we're going to introduce you to somebody.

He's a very nice man.

Halfway to the warehouse where Weevil said they took her, and it hits.

Wicked spot of indigestion.

At least that's what I pray it is.

...light-hearted and momentary digression.

The briefest indulge-ment in automotive pleasure.

For cheap thrills. Such short-lived durability, Mr Shlubb.

You would risk engender-ating ill will on the part of our employers.

Burt Shlubb and Douglas Klump:

two any-dirty-job-there-is thugs with delusions of eloquence.

This Jaguar you so pinheadedly covet,

remanded to our custody, though it may be,

remains the property of the son of Senator Roark.

Gotta keep this quiet. Take 'em down fast.

A dent, the merest scratch thereupon,

and before-mentioned consequences which I made mention

shall surely be athwart us.

Catch your breath. Give your heart time to slow down.

But it won't slow down.

Get over it.

She needs you.

We're all done here, Benny.

Let's give them some time together. Give them some privacy.

Be with you in a minute, Lenny.

I'm making sure they get along really well.

What kind of beast couldn't get along with a precious little girl like this?

You must be awfully scared now.

But you've got nothing to be scared of.

All we're gonna do is have a nice little talk.

That's all. Just a nice talk. Just you and me.

Don't you cry now.

Doctor said it'd be like this.

Just take the pill he gave you.

No need to play it quiet.

Not anymore.

Breathe steady, old man. Prove you're not completely useless.

What the hell? Go out with a bang.

He likes to hear 'em scream.

I've seen his victims and their twisted little faces,

all wide-mouthed and bug-eyed, frozen in their last horrible moment of living.

No screams. Either I'm just in time, or I'm way too late.

It's nothing. Barely a flesh wound. On your feet, old man.

Roark. Give it up.

Let the girl go.

You can't do a goddamn thing to me.

You know who I am.

You know who my father is!

You can't touch me, you piece-of-shit cop.

Look at you. You can't even lift that cannon you're carrying.

Sure, I can.

Cover your eyes, Nancy. I don't want you watching this.

I mean it, baby. Cover your eyes right now.

I take his weapons away.

Both of them.

Hell of a way to end a partnership.

For God sakes, don't make it any worse.

- Don't make me kill you. - Doin' fine, Bob.

Never better.

I'm ready to kick your ass.

Keep him talking. Buy time.

Just a few more minutes. Till the backup gets here.

Sit down and stay down. I'll kill you if I have to.

Keep his mind off the girl, skinny little Nancy.

Can't kill her once backup gets here.

Run home, Nancy. Run for your life.

Hey. Don't listen to him. He's a crazy man.

- What a tough man you are. - You stay right where you're at.

You shoot your partner in the back...

...then you try to scare a little girl. Maybe I'll pull my spare rod,

plug you a couple of times, show you how it's done.

We could've worked something out. Sit down or I'll blast you in half.

- You're so slow, you'll never stop me. - Sit down!

You'll never be able to stop me.

I finally sit down, just like you told me to.

The sirens are close now.

She'll be safe.

Things go dark. I don't mind much.

Getting sleepy. It's OK.

She'll be safe.

An old man dies,

a little girl lives.

Fair trade.

The night is hot as hell.

It's a lousy room in a lousy part of a lousy town.

I'm staring at a goddess.

She's telling me she wants me.

I'm not gonna waste one more second wondering how I've gotten so lucky.

I want you.

She smells like angels ought to smell.

The perfect woman.

The goddess.

I need you.

Goldie.

She says her name is Goldie.

Three hours later and my head is feeling several sizes too big.

And that cold thing happens to my stomach.

And I realise Goldie's dead. Not a mark on her.

You'd have to check her pulse or notice those perfect breasts of hers

aren't moving like if she was breathing.

She was murdered and I was right here when it happened.

Lying next to her, stone drunk, just like she was.

Damn it, Goldie. Who were you and who wanted you dead?

Who were you besides an angel of mercy,

giving a two-time loser like me the night of his life?

It sure as hell wasn't my looks.

So why the sleazy saloon?

Why the kindness, Goldie?

The cops, they're telling me too much, showing up before anybody

but me and the killer could know there's been a murder.

Somebody paid good money forth is frame.

No reason at all to play it quiet.

No reason to play it any way but my way.

Whoever killed you is gonna pay, Goldie.

Open up, police!

I'll be right out.

I don't know why you died, Goldie.

I don't know why and I don't know how I never even met you before tonight,

but you were a friend and more when I needed one.

And when I find out who did it,

it won't be quick and quiet like it was with you.

It'll be loud and nasty, my kind of kill.

And when his eyes go dead, the hell I send him to

will seem like heaven after what I've done to him.

I love you, Goldie.

Claire?

Now, don't worry, Lucille. I was just grazed.

- You got any beers around this place? - No way I'm giving you any alcohol.