Sin City Page #4

You keep holding out on me like this, and I'm going to have to get really nasty

It's Telly. Telly Stern... passed me the order

He runs the tables over at the Triple Ace Club

Thanks again

Now the damnedest thing happens

For a second I smell the angel's smell that belonged to my Goldie

Just need my medicing is all

Bastard

You're going to pay for what you did to me

You like talking, Louie? How many got paid off for the frame, Louie?

How many for the kill?

It was Connely. He set me up

He'll never talk

I don't know about you, but I'm having a ball

Connely talks. They all talk

And what have been your sins, my son?

Well, Padre. I don't want to keep you up all night, so I'll just fill you in on the latest batch

These here hands of mine, they got blood all over them

You're speaking... figuratively

I need to find something out, I just go out and

look for somebody that knows more than me and I go and I ask them

Sometimes, I ask pretty hard

That way, for instance, in fact, I killed 3 men tonight

totured them first

you might say I've been working my way up the food chain

First 2 are minnows, small time messengers

But it was Connely. They money man who fingered you, Padre

Dear Lord, Marv. This is a House of God

Just give me a damn name

Roark

You really are pushing your luck, Padre, feeding me garbage like that

It can't be that big

There's a farm out North Cross and Lennox

It's all there

Find out for yourself. While you're at it, ask yourself...

If that corpse of a slut is worth dying for

Worth dying for. Worth killing for. Worth going to hell for

Amen

These keys say the Padre drove a Mercedes

Or at least that's what they're passing off as a Mercedes these days

Modern cars. They all look like electric shavers

Goldie

Goldie

That couldn't be Goldie

It's my own fault, and nobody elses, that I got confused

I've been having so much fun I forgot to take my medicine

That wasn't Goldie back there. Goldie's dead

And that's the whole reason I've been doing what I've been doing

When you got a condition, it's bad to forget your medicine

The cold thing, it creeps into my gut and tells me one more time it won't let go

This is a bad place, this farm. People have died here

The wrong way

I don't want to fight, pooch

I got no gripe with you

Easy boy

No way I was going to use my gun on you, buddy

It's whoever owns you, I'm curious about

Because there's blood on your breath, and I think I know what kind

So I sniff around to see what's burried

Here we go

Impossible. Nobody can sneak up on me

I go blind. Not a sound. Nobody's that quiet

Nobody except the one who snuck in that hotel room 2 nights ago

It was you, you bastard. You killed her. You killed Goldie. It was...

Rate this script:3.0 / 3 votes