Frank Miller's SinCity

(First Scene)

She shivers in the wind like the last leaf on a dieing tree.
I let her hear my footsteps.
She only goes stiff for a moment.
"Care for a smoke?"
"Sure, I'll take one. Are you as bored by that crowd as I am?"
"I didn't come here for the party. I came here for you. I've watched you for days. You're everything a man could ever want. It's not just your face, or your... figure, or your voice. It's your eyes, all the things that I see in your eyes."
"What is it you see in my eyes?"
"I see a [scared girl who is] sick of running. Your ready to face what you have to face but you don't want to face it alone."
"No, I don't want to face it alone."
The wind rises electric.
She's soft and warm and almost weightless.
Her perfume is sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes.
I tell her that everything will be allright.
That I will save her from whatever she is scared of and take her far far away.
I tell her... I love her.
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 cheque in the morning.

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I have even more to say today. But silence slices through my soul like a knife to my wrist. My thoughts drown me slowly as they drip all over my body. I spent the night in a graveyard. The dead are what saved me. They were all I had. Later a friend called and showed up at my house, I appreciated it, sort of. My conscience sears me like the smoke in my lungs. I love, I hate that I love. We are all done here.