Hell of a way to end a partnership.
"Sin City" is four stories inter-weaved telling tales of corruption in Basin City. The first story (The Customer is always right) is short, and is based on the depression of women that they need to pay a man to feel loved when they commit suicide. The next story is Part 1 of "That Yellow Bastard" about a cop who needs to save a young girl from being raped. The third story (The Hard Goodbye) features a man taking revenge on a heartless killer who murdered his one-night stand. The fourth story (The Big, Fat Kill) stars a man who must dispatch a cop's body, but it will be a tough ride to do it. Following that are two conclusions to Sin City, the ending of "That Yellow Bastard" which is set 8 years later, and a short story that ends Sin City.
[while holding a razor to Jackie Boy's face]
Dwight: I'm Shellie's new boyfriend and I'm out of my mind. If you so much as talk to her or even think her name, I'll cut you in ways that'll make you useless to a woman.
Jack Rafferty: You're making a big mistake, man. A *big* mistake.
Dwight: You made a big mistake yourself... you didn't flush.
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Marv: I love hitmen. No matter what you do to them, you don't feel bad.
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[a grenade lands at his feet]
Dwight: And everything seemed to be going so well.
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[repeated line]
Dwight, Gail: Yeesh.
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Wendy: [to Marv] You can call me Goldie.
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Dwight: The Valkyrie at my side is shouting and laughing with the pure, hateful, bloodthirsty joy of the slaughter... and so am I.
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Marv: This is blood for blood and by the gallon. These are the old days, the bad days, the all-or-nothing days. They're back! There's no choice left. And I'm ready for war.
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Marv: It wasn't you losers who killed Goldie. The guy who did that knew what he was doing. Still, you got to have something to tell me. Like who it was who sent you.
[Marv pistol whips him]
Marv: [pause]
Marv: I don't hear you giving me any name, jerk. Guess when I shot you in the belly, I aimed a little too high.
[shoots him in the crotch]
Marv: You keep holding out on me like this, and I'm going to have to get really nasty.
Stan: It was Telly Stern passed me the order. Runs the tables over to the Triple Ace Club.
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Ronnie: Remember - we don't have to deliver every last inch of the man, Brian!
Brian: You're right, Ronnie - lend us your knife.
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Marv: Modern cars - they all look like electric shavers.
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Cardinal Roark: Kevin? Is that you?
Marv: [holding up Kevin's severed head] What's left of him, anyway. The dog ate the rest.
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Cardinal Roark: Will that bring you satisfaction, my son? Killing a helpless, old, fart?
Marv: Killing? No. No satisfaction. Everything up until the killing, will be a gas.
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Dwight: [narrating] Dozens of them. Armed to the teeth. I'm outnumbered. Outgunned. But the alley is crooked, dark, and very narrow. They can't surround me. Sometimes you can beat the odds with a careful choice of where to fight.
Dwight: [holding Jackie Boy's head over the group of mobsters with Becky and Gail in tow] You can have Old Town! I don't care... just gimme the woman!
[Jackie Boy's head 'talks' with tape over its mouth]
Dwight: Shut up.
Gail: Dwight... don't do this.
Becky: Hey, wait a minute, something's not right...
Schutz: SHUT UP! Or I'll plug ya.
Manute: Of course, Mr. McCarthy. A fair trade. She's all yours.
Manute: [the head and Gail are exchanged. The group raise their guns] Now, if you'll explain to me why we shouldn't blow both of you to pieces?
Gail: Dwight... what have you done?
Dwight: Exactly what I had to... every step of the way.
Becky: No! It isn't right! There wasn't no tape over his mouth! How come there's tape over his mouth?
[Dwight produces Brian's remote and the head detonates from a hidden grenade, knocking back a few of the gangsters]
Dwight: [narrating] Where to fight counts for a lot...
Manute: Cute trick, McCarthy... but it will do you no good...
Dwight: [continuing] But there's nothing like having your friends show up...
[We see a battalion of armed Old Town girls surround the alley]
Dwight: With lotsa guns...
Manute: NO! McCarthy, you SHIT!
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Marv: [Narrating, watching Kevin go downstairs] Heading down for a midnight snack... and I can guess what kind.
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Shellie: If you're gonna slug me, just go ahead and get it over with, you sick bastard.
Jack Rafferty: There you go, lying about me again in front of my friends. I have never hit a woman in my life.
[Jackie-Boy hits Shellie in the face]
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Dwight: He's got the drop on her!
Gail: He's got squat! He's dead. He's just too damn dumb to know it.
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Wendy: Kill em' for me Marv. Kill 'em good.
Marv: I won't let you down, Goldie.
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Yellow Bastard: Do you think I'm tired? You think I'm getting tired? You're the one who's gonna crack! You'll crack! You'll cry and beg! You'll Scream! Oh, yeah, you'll scream, you big, fat, ugly cow! You'll scream!
[leans in closer]
Yellow Bastard: You thinking the whip was the worse I could do? That was foreplay.
Nancy Callahan: Hartigan was right about you. You can't get it up unless I scream. You're pathetic! You're pathetic.
Yellow Bastard: It's not wise at all to make fun of me like that. It brings out the worst in me.
[raises knife]
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Shellie: I've done some dumb things.
Dwight: Seeing as how I'm one of those dumb things, I can't give you too hard a time on that, Shellie.
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[last lines]
The Salesman: [narrating] Turn the right corner in Sin City, and you can find anything...
The Salesman: Becky, care for a smoke?
Becky: [on cell phone] I love you too, mom.
The Salesman: [narrating, screen goes black] ... Anything.
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Marv: So, you were scared, weren't you Goldie? Somebody wanted you dead and you knew it. Well, I'm gonna find that son of a bitch that killed you, and I'm gonna give him the hard goodbye. Walk down the right back alley in Sin City, and you can find anything.
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[narration]
Marv: The night's as hot as hell. It's a lousy room in a lousy part of a lousy town - I'm staring at a goddess. She's telling me she wants me. I'm not going to waste one more minute wondering how I've gotten this lucky. She smells like angels ought to smell, the perfect woman... the Goddess. Goldie. She says her name is Goldie.
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Nancy, Age 11: They won't let me testify. I told the cops that you saved my life and they just acted like I was crazy. They talked my parents into keeping me away. They said that you done things that you didn't do. I told them that you saved me from that Roark creep, but they won't even check me out to see if I'm still a virgin. I'm still a virgin, still alive... thanks to you. They got it all backwards.
John Hartigan: Sometimes the truth doesn't matter like it ought. But you'll always remember things right. That's gonna mean a lot to me. But stay away, Nancy. They'll kill you if you don't stay away. Don't visit me. Don't write me. Don't even say my name.
Nancy, Age 11: Maybe you won't let me visit, but I'll still write to you, Hartigan. I'll sign my letters "Cordelia." That's the name of a really cool detective in books I read. I'll write to you every week... for forever.
John Hartigan: Sure, kid. Now run on home. It's not safe for you here.
[Nancy walks away]
John Hartigan: Bye, Nancy.
[Nancy turns around at the door]
Nancy, Age 11: I love you.
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Cardinal Roark: What the hell do you know...
Marv: I know it's pretty damn weird to eat people.
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[Dwight is driving to The Pits]
Jack Rafferty: ...sccaught you ssmokinggthere, bud.
Dwight: You shut the hell up, Jackie-Boy. You're dead. I'm just imagining this, so shut the hell up.
Jack Rafferty: ...Hntells you somethin 'bout your sstate a' mind don't it?... Ss'got you hearin things'got yer nerves shot. S'got you ssmoking... You know it's truuuuuuue nobody ever really quitsss... Smoker's a smoker when the chips're downn and your chips're down, pretty much
Dwight: I'm fine, you shut the hell up.
Jack Rafferty: Will ya look at thaat! Oooooh, those hookers let ya dowwnn hehehehe... What're you gonna do when ya run outta gas? Call Triple A? You ssucker for the babes, you... You ain't even gonna make itt to The Pitss.
Dwight: You shut the hell up... I'll make it.
Jack Rafferty: Not unless you keep your eyess on the road, sshugar-pie...
Jack Rafferty: [shouts] Watch it!
[Dwight swerves to miss an oncoming car. Jackie-Boy falls onto Dwight's arm, leaning on him]
Jack Rafferty: Ahh this is grrreatt, s'just like being in a buddy movie. Heheheheh...
Jack Rafferty: Shut Up!
[flings Jackie-Boy off of him]
Jack Rafferty: Hehehe
[cop on a motorcycle follows them]
Jack Rafferty: Oh, you're screwed. It's over.
[lights cigarette]
Jack Rafferty: You're flushed.
Dwight: This time I can't bring myself to tell him to shut up. Sure he's an asshole... Sure he's dead... Sure I'm just imagining that he's talking. None of that stops the bastard from being absolutely right. I don't have a chance in hell of outrunning this cop. Not in this heap. The only question left is whether I'm gonna kill him or not. Tough call. For all I know, he's an honest cop, regular guy. Working stiff with a mortgage, a wife and a pile of kids. My hand moves all on its own, sliding on of my guns to my lap and thumbing back the hammer. I don't know what to do...
Jack Rafferty: You better stopp, you're making him mad.
Dwight: ...Whatever you say...
[slams on the brakes, smashing Jackie-Boy's head into the dashboard]
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John Hartigan: An old man dies. A young girl lives. A fair trade. I love you, Nancy.
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Marv: I had to fight some cops.
Lucille: Oh, that's lovely. You didn't happen to kill any of them, did you?
Marv: Nah, I don't think so, but they know they been in a fight, that's for sure.
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Senator Roark: Tell anybody the truth and they're dead!
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Shellie: On a night like this everybody's looking for somebody stranger.
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John Hartigan: You're just a horny ex-con watching an exotic dancer.
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Shellie: Forget it, man, You can bang on that door *all* night if you want. There's no way in hell I'm letting you in.
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Shellie: Wish you would've dropped by earlier, Jackie Boy. Then you could've met my boyfriend, could've seen what a real man looks like.
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Gail: Those boys in that Chrysler are one mistake away from seeing what Miho can do, and she' been aching for some practice.
Dwight: She guides my glance upwards to the pixie person on the roof's edge. Deadly little Miho.
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Dwight: There's no use arguing with her, the ladies are their own enforcers.
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Shellie: You brought your whole pack with you? None of these losers got lives they gotta hang with you?
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Marv: I've been framed for murder and the cops are in on it. But the real enemy, the son of a bitch who killed the angel lying next to me, he's out there somewhere, out of sight, the big missing piece that'll give me the how and the why and a face and a name and a soul to send screaming into hell.
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Yellow Bastard: [on the phone] And it'd better be perfect or I'm gonna call my dad!
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Yellow Bastard: [to Hartigan] My dad - I'd love him if I didn't *hate* him! He spent a fortune hiring every expert on the planet to grow back that equipment you blew off between my legs! He succeeded, although, as you can see, there were side effects...
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Yellow Bastard: [referring to 19-year-old Nancy] A little old for my taste, but I can forgive that just this once!
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Wendy: [Marv has just easily shrugged off the ropes] You sat there and took it... when you could've taken my gun away from me any time you wanted to...
Marv: Sure, but I thought I might be able to talk some sense into you. And I probably would've had to paste you one getting the gun. And I don't hurt girls.
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Dwight: It wasn't "Stop." Shellie wasn't saying "Stop." If I had waited and listened to her, I would've known. I could've warned the girls to go easy. To settle for scaring them off. Shellie didn't say "Stop," she said "Cop." He's a *cop*. Detective Lieutenant Jack Rafferty. "Iron Jack" the papers call him. A goddamn *hero cop*.
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Marv: That's the thing with dames, sometimes all they gotta do is let it out and a few buckets later there's no way you'd know.
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John Hartigan: And after I pull off that miracle, maybe I'll go punch out God.
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Dwight: Get that gun out of my face, Gail.
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Marv: [at his own execution] Would you hurry it up? I haven't got all night.
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Dwight: My warrior woman. My Valkyrie. You'll always be mine, always and never. Never. The Fire, baby. It'll burn us both. It'll kill us both. There's no place in this world for our kind of fire. Always and never. If I have to die for you tonight, I will.
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Marv: I'll stare the bastard in the face as he screams to God, and I'll laugh harder when he whimpers like a baby. And when his eyes go dead, the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him.
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Brian: Want the head there, sweetheart? Come and get it!
[Dwight jumps into the sewer, guns blazing]
Brian: I coulda put a bullet in your ear just now, laddy, if I hadn't gone off and got me revolver all wet and useless.
[big explosion]
Brian: Better come clean with ya now, sweetheart. That was an outright lie I was giving ya about me revolver.
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Marv: I check the list. Rubber tubing, gas, saw, gloves, cuffs, razor wire, hatchet, Gladys, and my mitts.
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Dwight: 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 his sword to other gladiators like him. They woulda tossed him girls like Nancy back then.
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[voiceover]
John Hartigan: I take away his weapon.
[shoots Junior's hand]
John Hartigan: [pauses] Both of them.
[shoots Junior's groin]
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Gail: [to the Oldtown Girls] We'll fight the cops, the mob, and anybody else who tries to move in on us. We'll go to war.
Dwight: Don't be stupid, Gail. Get me a car.
Gail: Who do you think you are? You got what you wanted out of us.
[Gail puts the gun to his face]
Gail: You got what you wanted out of me.
Dwight: If I don't make it back, you can have your war.
[Dwight and Gail kiss]
Dwight: [to Miho] Get me a hardtop with a decent engine and make sure it's got a big trunk.
[to Gail]
Dwight: I'll always love ya, baby.
Gail: Always and never.
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[repeated line]
Marv: That there is one damn fine coat you're wearin'.
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Marv: I know it's pretty damn weird to eat people.
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Priest: ...ask yourself if that corpse of a slut is worth dying for.
Marv: Worth dying for.
[shoots priest]
Marv: Worth killing for.
[shoots him again]
Marv: Worth going to hell for.
[shoots him again]
Marv: Amen.
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Dwight: [after asking Miho to put Jackie-Boy out of his misery] She doesn't quite chop his head off. She makes a Pez dispenser out of him.
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Dwight: [while being rescued from the Tar Pits] Miho. You're an angel. You're a saint. You're Mother Teresa. You're Elvis. You're God. And if you'd shown up about ten minutes earlier, we'd still have Jackie-Boy's head.
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Dwight: I tell little Miho what has to be done. Then I'll make the most important phone call in my life.
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Marv: [while exacting revenge on Kevin] He never screams. Even after the dog has its fill and his guts are hanging out, he never screams.
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John Hartigan: When it comes to reassuring a traumatized 19-year-old, I'm about as expert as a palsy victim doing brain surgery with a pipe wrench.
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John Hartigan: There's wrong, and there's wrong, and there's *this*.
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Stuka: [after getting shot with an arrow] Hey... Will ya look at that? It's right through me. Guys, look. It's cut a hole right through me.
Schutz: There's something wrapped around it. Some kind of note.
Manute: Give it to me.
Stuka: Guys, this is starting to really hurt. Just look at it. It's poked a hole right through me. Guys?
Manute: [reading the note] McCarthy, you fool.
Stuka: Guys, don't you think maybe somebody oughta call a doctor for me or something? This isn't the kind of thing you just ignore, guys.
Manute: Out back. Everyone. Bring the women.
Stuka: Guys?
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Marv: Wait a second. Why'd she call you Wendy?
Wendy: Because that's my name, you ape. Goldie was my sister. My twin sister.
Marv: I guess she was the nice one.
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Marv: [to Kevin] I got you now, ya little bastard. Let's see you hop around now.
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[Marv's last line]
Marv: Is that the best you can do, you pansies?
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Dwight: Deadly little Miho. She won't let you feel a thing unless she wants you to. She twists the blade. He feels it.
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John Hartigan: Aim careful, and look the devil in the eye.
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Jack Rafferty: Come on in the car, baby.
Becky: I'm sorry. I do the day shift and it's been a long day. Besides, I don't do group jobs.
Jack Rafferty: Come on in and we can just have a nice talk.
Becky: I don't do talk jobs either.
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[after Jackie-Boy's head explodes]
Manute: No, McCarthy, you shit!
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John Hartigan: Skinny little Nancy Callahan. She grew up. She filled out.
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Marv: I'm on my feet for about ten minutes before the cops kick them out from under me. They don't ask me any questions. They just keep knocking the crap out of me and waving a confession in my face. And I keep spitting blood all over it and laughing at how many fresh copies they come up with. Then along comes this worm assistant district attorney who turns the recorder off and says if I don't sign their confession, they'll kill my mom. I break his arm in three places and I sign it.
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Dwight: First, we gotta rescue Gail. Then comes the kill. The big, fat kill.
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John Hartigan: Nancy's car. Six miles from the farm. "Nobody but me can keep this heap running" she told me. Good girl. The car stalled out on that yellow bastard and you didn't tell him how to start it up again. You kept your mouth shut. I'll bet Junior was furious.
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Senator Roark: Power don't come from a badge or a gun. Power comes from lying. Lying big, and gettin' the whole damn world to play along with you. Once you got everybody agreeing with what they know in their hearts ain't true, you've got e'm by the balls.
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