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 just not 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 is sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes

I tell her that everything will be alright

That I'll save her from whatever she's scared of and take her far far away

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's running from

I'll cash her check in the morning

Just 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 and getting myself used to the idea of saying "Goodbye" to it

It and the years of protecting and serving and tears and...

blood and terror, triumph that represents

I'm thinking of Aileen's slow smile

about the thick fat steak she picked up at the butcher's today

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

Damnit, Hartigan

I won't let you do this, you're going to get yourself killed

You're going to get us both killed

I won't let you. I'm warning 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 putting up with that

I'm getting on the horn and calling for backup

Sure, Bob. We'll just wait

Sit on our ass while that sick Rourk brat gets his sick thrills with victim number

Victim number

Nancy Callahan, age

And she'll be raped and slashed to ribbons

and that backup that we're waiting on

will just so happen to show up just late enough

for Rourk to get back to his U.S. Senator daddy

Take a deep breath, Hartigan

Settle down and think straight

You're pushing and you got a bum ticker

You ain't saving anyone

Got a great attitude, Bob

Real credit to the force, you are

Aileen's home waiting for you. Think about Aileen

Heck, Bob

Maybe you are right

I'm glad to hear you're finally talking sense

Hell of way to end a partnership

Hell of a way to start my retirement

Nancy Callahan, age

For all I know, she's dead already

You've been a very good, Nancy

You've been very quiet

Don't be scared

We're going to be taking you home really soon

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

He's a very nice man

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