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Date created: April 2010
Release date 1986
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Cast Lois Ayres, Barbara Dare, Billy Dee...more Lois Ayres, Barbara Dare, Billy Dee, Alexis Greco, Nina Hartley, Mike Horner, Lili Marlene, Cheri Nicole, Joey Silvera, Marc Wallice, Jessica Wylde...less
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[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.
[a grenade lands at his feet] Dwight: And everything seemed to be going so well.
Wendy: [to Marv] You can call me Goldie.
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.
Ronnie: Remember - we don't have to deliver every last inch of the man, Brian! Brian: You're right, Ronnie - lend us your knife.
Cardinal Roark: Kevin? Is that you? Marv: [holding up Kevin's severed head] What's left of him, anyway. The dog ate the rest.
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!
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]
Wendy: Kill em' for me Marv. Kill 'em good. Marv: I won't let you down, Goldie.
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.
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.
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.
[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]
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.
Shellie: On a night like this everybody's looking for somebody stranger.
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.
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.
Shellie: You brought your whole pack with you? None of these losers got lives they gotta hang with you?
Yellow Bastard: [on the phone] And it'd better be perfect or I'm gonna call my dad!
Yellow Bastard: [referring to 19-year-old Nancy] A little old for my taste, but I can forgive that just this once!
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*.
John Hartigan: And after I pull off that miracle, maybe I'll go punch out God.
Marv: [at his own execution] Would you hurry it up? I haven't got all night.
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.
Marv: I check the list. Rubber tubing, gas, saw, gloves, cuffs, razor wire, hatchet, Gladys, and my mitts.
[voiceover] John Hartigan: I take away his weapon. [shoots Junior's hand] John Hartigan: [pauses] Both of them. [shoots Junior's groin]
[repeated line] Marv: That there is one damn fine coat you're wearin'.
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.
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.
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.
John Hartigan: There's wrong, and there's wrong, and there's *this*.
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.
[Marv's last line] Marv: Is that the best you can do, you pansies?
John Hartigan: Aim careful, and look the devil in the eye.
[after Jackie-Boy's head explodes] Manute: No, McCarthy, you shit!
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.
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.
[first lines] The Salesman: [voiceover] She shivers in the wind like the last leaf on a dying tree. I let her hear my footsteps. She only goes stiff for a moment.
John Hartigan: [to Nancy] Whatever he does to you: don't scream.
[Hartigan is on his way to go save a girl from a rapist] Bob: I'm gonna get on the horn and wait for back-up. We're gonna wait for back-up! John Hartigan: Sure, Bob. You'll call for back-up. And we'll sit on our hands while that Roark brat gets his sick thrills from victim number four. Victim number four! Nancy Callahan. Age 11. She'll be raped and slashed to ribbons. And that back-up we're waiting on will just happen to show up late enough to let Roark get back home to his U.S. Senator daddy and everything will be fine until Junior gets the itch again. Bob: Take a deep breath, Hartigan. Settle down and think straight. You're pushing 60. You've got a bum ticker. You're not saving anybody. John Hartigan: You've got a great attitude, Bob. You're a great cop. A real credit to the force, you are. Bob: Eileen's home waiting for you. Think about Eileen. John Hartigan: Heck, Bob. Maybe you're right. Bob: I'm glad to hear you're finally talking sense! [Hartigan punches Bob in the face] John Hartigan: [narrating] Hell of a way to end a partnership. Hell of a way to start my retirement.
John Hartigan: [pounding Yellow Bastard into floor] John Hartigan: [shouts] Eight long years, you son of a bitch!
Marv: [Marv is walking in the back door to Kadie's] [voiceover] Marv: Walk down the right back alley in Sin City... Bouncer: [the bouncer throws someone out the door] Leave your hands off Nancy! Marv: [voiceover] ... and you could find anything. [Marv steps over the man on the ground and walks right up to the bouncer] Bouncer: That coat looks like Baghdad. So does your face. Take off! [Marv jabs his thumbs into the bouncer's eyes and walks him backwards through the door] Bouncer: Urrrghh... aaahhhhh! Ahhh! [Marv throws him into a corner booth] Maeve: [watching the whole thing] He's new here, Marv, he didn't know.
Cardinal Roark: [holding Kevin's head before Marv kills him] We're going home, Kevin.
Dwight: Do I risk it all and take this cop down?
Lucille: [screaming] He made me WATCH! Christ, I could use a cigarette. Marv: [narrating] 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.
Jack Rafferty: You're gonna love this, baby.
Senator Roark: Evening, Officer. I don't have to introduce myself, do I? You read the papers. This being an election year, you've seen plenty of my picture. You know what I can do. And I'm doing you, Hartigan. Cold and hard, I'm doing you.
[from trailer] Yellow Bastard: Recognize my voice, Hartigan? Recognize my voice, you piece-of-shit cop? I look different, but I bet you can recognize my voice!
Marv: [voiceover] Goldie's dead. I've been framed for murder. The cops are in on it. Cop: [knocks on door] Open up! Police! Marv: I'll be right out. [flicks lighter shut] Marv: [Door is blown off its hinges, taking several cops with it]
Becky: [after Jackie Boy pulls a gun on her] Oh, sugar, you just gone and done the dumbest thing in your whole life.
John Hartigan: I'm looking for Nancy Callahan. Shellie: Eyes to the stage, pilgrim. She's just warming up.
The Salesman: The wind rises, electric. She's soft and warm and almost weightless. Her perfume is a sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes. I tell her that everything will be all right. That I'll save her from whatever she's scared of and take her far, far away. I tell her I love her. [silenced gunshot] The Salesman: The silencer makes a whisper of the gunshot. I hold her close until she's gone. I'll never know what she was running from. I'll cash her check in the morning.
Jack Rafferty: Baby doll, I've had me one helluva bad day. I've been beaten up every time I turn around.
Manute: The truce of Sin City will be shattered. There'll be arrests, there'll be deaths. Nothing can stop this.
John Hartigan: [after turning down Nancy] Cold shower. It helps.
John Hartigan: [beating the Yellow Bastard's head in] After a while all I'm doing is punching wet chips of bone into the floorboards. So I stop.
Jack Rafferty: [with his hand cut, and one of Miho's shuriken in his butt, while crawling to pick up his hand] This isn't funny...
Yellow Bastard: [raises knife] Here it comes, it's gonna hurt. John Hartigan: You're right about that. [stabs him] John Hartigan: Sucker.
[Marv has been mistaken for Goldie's murderer] Marv: You crazy god-damn broad! Just take a look at this mug. Would any of you dames let me get close enough to you to kill you? None of you would, but Goldie... But she only did because she thought I could protect her. And I bet those cops didn't do a damn thing about those other girls, did they? But as soon as they had me for a fall guy they showed up, guns blazing. But they didn't get me and I've been killing my way to the truth ever since. So go ahead, doll, shoot me now, or get the hell out of my way.
Marv: I try to slow my heart down and breathe the fire out of my lungs.
[Dwight has been pulled over by a policeman on a motorcycle, with Jackie-Boy slumped over dead in the passenger seat] Motorcycle Cop: Your buddy there... Partied a little too hard tonight? Dwight: [staring coldly at the cop] I'm the designated driver. Motorcycle Cop: [pause] Well, you're driving with a busted tail light. [another pause] Motorcycle Cop: I'll let you off with a warning. Dwight: [after the cop leaves] What next?
Shlubb: I only seek the most lighthearted and momentary digression. The briefest indulgent in automotive pleasure. Klump: For cheap thrills. Such short-lived durability, Mr. Shlubb. You risk engendering ill will on the part of our employers.
Brian: [tossing a grenade at Miho] Suck on this, you stupid slag!
Stuka: I knew there was a reason I got out of bed this morning.
Dwight: [while kissing Gail] She almost yanks my head clean off, shoving my mouth into hers so hard it hurts. An explosion that blasts away the dull, gray years between the now and that one fiery night when she was mine.
Marv: [shows up at Luccile's apartment heavily bandaged] It's okay, Luccile. I was just grazed.
Marv: [Narrating] I've been having so much fun I forgot to take my medicine.
The Salesman: I'll cash her check in the morning.
John Hartigan: [after pounding Roark Jr.'s head to mush] So long, Junior. Been a pleasure.
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