Sin City: A Dame to Kill For Page #4

ever stop!

No. Please, no!

Kill him!

Kill him!

Kill him!

Nobody's killing anybody.

Not while I'm around.

Then can I have a ride?

I grab the key

and uncuff her.

She gives him a good-bye

that'll still hurt

like hell when he comes to.

I leave the slob

handcuffed to the bed

for housekeeping to find.

I take Redondo over the hill

toward Old Town.

Thanks for

my life, man.

Sally blends into the

sea of flesh that is Old Town.

They all come back...

The damn Old Town memories.

Drunken mornings and sweaty sex

and stupid, bloody brawls.

And that thing I did.

You can't just pick and choose.

You can't take the good

without the bad.

Not once you let

the monster out.

I can't let it out.

Never again.

I drive ten blocks out of my way

and stop for gas I don't need,

avoiding the worst of this job.

MY employer...

The wife.

This one's got a lawyer

to pay the tab, so it's easier.

Please leave by the servants' exit.

The Mustang shudders,

begging to cut loose

and show what it can do.

It wants to take me all the way.

I don't let it.

I think about all the ways I've

screwed up and what I'd give

for one clear chance

to wipe the slate clean.

I'd give anything

just to cut loose,

just to feel the fire...

One more time.

Never lose control,

not for a second.

Never let the monster out.

Remember when you did.

Remember what you did.

Yeah?

Dwight, is that you?

Ava.

I'm sorry to call.

I know I've got no right.

But I need to see you.

Tonight.

Please, Dwight,

don't hang up. Please.

She keeps talking.

Like an idiot, I keep listening.

Ava.

Damn.

I should tell her to go to hell.

Instead, I show up

20 minutes early.

What the hell could

she want with me now?

You can't drive two blocks

in Sin City

without coming across a saloon.

The bad kind.

Why here, Ava?

With you, everything

always had to be first-class.

And when I couldn't

foot the bill,

you sure as hell

found somebody who could.

I order up a ginger ale

and stare at it

for the better part of an hour.

She's late, like she always was.

And like always...

...she's worth the wait.

Dwight.

How long has it been?

Four years?

Yeah, that sounds

about right.

Have a seat.

So many times

I've wanted to call you.

I found myself thinking

about you, constantly.

I've got places to go,

how about you just

- tell me what you want.

- Don't be cold.

I don't think I could

stand that right now.

I must still mean

something to you.

You came here.

You must still care.

Sure. You called

and I came running.

You still got that much

of a hold on me.

Maybe you always will.

But I got no reason at

all to be nice to you.

I guess I deserve that.

Let's not screw around.

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