
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.
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.
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.
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 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 pa)'-
You'll pa)'-
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
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