Sin City Page #3

The pills come from a girlfriend who's a shrink

She tried to analyze me once, but she got too scared

Haven't seen you like this in awhile

Had a fight with some cops

Didn't happen to kill any of them, did you?

Not that I know of

But they know they've been in a fight, that's for damn sure

How the hell do you suppose I'm going to square this with the board

There ain't no squaring it, not this time

This isn't some bar room brawl

or some creep with a gas can trying to torch someone

Hey hey, this is big

Settle down, Marv. Take another pill

Hey, there isn't no settling down

This is blood for blood and by the gallons

This is the old day, and the bad days, the all or nothing days. They're back

There's no choices left

And I'm ready for war

Prison was hell for you Marv. It's going to be life this time

How's waking up every goddamn day and not even knowing why you're here

But I'm out now

It took somebody who was kind to me. Getting killed to do it

But I'm out

I know exactly what I got to do

So you were scared, weren't you Goldie

Somebody wanted you dead and you knew it

So you hit the salloons, the bad places

Looking for the biggest meanest lug around, and finding me

Well I'm going to find that son of a b*tch that killed you

and I'm going to give him the hard good-bye

Walk down the right back alley in sin city

and you can find anything

That coat looks like ???

serves your face

Take off

He's new here, Marv. He didn't know

Katie's my kind of joint

Nancy's just getting started with her gig, but already the crowd's breathing hard

Plenty of nights I've drooled over Nancy

shoulder to shoulder with all the other losers like me

But that's not what I'm looking for tonight

What'll it be, Marv?

A shot and a brew, Shellie, and keep it coming

Sure, honey. You take it slow now

Most people think Marv is crazy

He just had the rotten luck of being born in the wrong century

He'd be right at home on some ancient battlefield, swinging an axe into somebody's face

Or in a Roman arena taking a sword to other Gladiators like him

They'd have tossed him girls like Nancy back then

Show's over, dickwad

Drink up

Now that's one fine-looking coat you're wearing there

You're killing days are over, you over-the-hill do-gooder son of a b*tch

I love hitmen. No matter what you do to them, you don't feel bad

Take it off

What?

Fine coat like that, and you're bleeding all over it

Alright, it's all yours

Who was it you loosers who killed Goldie?

The guy who did that ... he knew what he was doing

So tell me, man, who sent you?

I don't hear you giving me any names

So I guess when I shot you in the belly, I aimed a little too high

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