Sin City: A Dame to Kill For Page #2

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?

Where we going, Johnny?

Everywhere.

One of these days

she'll pull the trigger,

and then there's nothing

I can do.

There's nothing I can do now.

And all I can do is ask...

ls don't.

Don't avenge me, Nancy.

It'll be the death of you.

I can't help.

I can't watch.

Death is just like life

in Sin City.

There's nothing you can do.

And love doesn't conquer

anything at all.

Good luck, Nancy.

Live while you're alive.

Just try, sweetheart.

We make Sin City history.

Hit every hot spot in town.

I blow through almost as much

cash as I make at the tables.

The trouble starts when

I try to use my credit cards.

I'm sure there

must be some mistake.

We'd be happy to extend

a line of credit.

How can all of them

go bad on the same night?

It's not like you don't have cash.

That's not the point.

Come on.

We got to get you home.

Something comes up

behind us.

Smells all wrong.

This will slow us down.

You get to the side, Marcie.

I got to break some bones.

What are you talking

about, you silly?

You just stay right there.

Gentlemen, listen, I think

I know what this is about,

and I want you to know

you'll have no resistance from me.

That blackjack you got in your hand

could split somebody's skull open.

What the hell was

that all about?

You stay out of sight, now.

You'll be safe in Old Town.

Meet me at

the Three Sheets Hotel.

Room 166.

One-six... Wait.

Let's get this over with.

Don't enjoy it too much, fellas.

You made a fool of me, boy,

right in front of

the wrong people.

You took your chances

like we all did, and you lost.

You have any idea how easy

I kill little snots like you?

Now,

let's see about

that winning hand.

Powerful men watch what happens

at that table.

I need them to know

the price of defiance.

Power is a fragile thing.

It tolerates no threat.

Defiance must be met with an example

of the wages of defiance.

You'd be smart to kill me now.

I'll do far worse

than kill you, boy.

What you have encountered, boy,

is power.

Every time the wind blows

cold and wet,

that thing that was your hand

will clutch at your leg

in arthritic agony.

Whenever it rains,

you'll remember me.

You'll remember me

all the time...

My son.

Oh, yeah.

I know who you are.

I knew you were one of mine the minute

I saw you, family resemblance,

my boy.

I don't give a damn.

I only had one real son,

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