Sin City Typography Book

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SIn City Frank Miller's

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Main scenes of the four main guy characters.

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City

Frank Miller's

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SIN CITYOpening Scene

The Customer is always right

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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 just not your faceYour... figure, Or your voice. It’s your eyes

All the things I see in your eyes. I see a crazy calm.You’re sick of running. You’re ready to face what you have to face

But you don’t want to face it alone

Care for a smoke?

She shivers in the wind like the last leaf on a dying tree...I let her hear my footstepsShe only goes stiff for a moment.....

Sure. I’ll take one Are you as bored by that crowd as I am?

What is it you see in my eyes?

No... I don’t want to face it alone.....

The Salesman

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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 alrightThat I’ll save her from whatever she’s scared of and take her far far away.

........I tell her... I love her.......

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The silencer makes a whisper of the gunshot.....I hold her close until she’s goneI’ll never know what she’s running from.

I’ll cash her check in the morning.

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Frank Miller's

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FontsAn ode to noone

Feast of Flesh 88

Arial

Baron Kuffner Narrator in red

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SIN CITYScene 1

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Just a hour to go.

My last day on the job.

Early retirement. Not my idea.

Doctor's orders. Heart condition

"Angina", he calls it.I'm polishing my badge and getting myself

used to the idea of saying "Goodbye" to it.

It and the years of protecting and serving and

tears and...blood and terror, triumph that represents.

I'm thinking of Aileen's slow smilabout the thick fat

steak she picked up at the butcher's today.

I'm thinking about the one loose end I haven't tied up.

A young girl who's out there somewhere

helpless in the hands of a drooling lunatic.

Damnit, Hartigan I won't let you do this,

you're going to get yourself killed.You're going to get us both killed. I won't let you. I'm warning you.

Let go of my coat, Bob.

You're draggin me down with you. I'm your partner

They can kill me too. I ain't putting up with that.

I'm getting on the horn and calling for backup.

Sure, Bob. We'll just wait.

Sit on our ass while that sick Rourk brat gets

his sick thrills with victim number.( Hartigan punches Bob in the face and starts to talk to himself )

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Victim number

Nancy Callahan, age...

And she'll be raped and slashed to ribbons

and that backup that we're waiting on

will just so happen to show up just late enough

for Rourk to get back to his U.S. Senator daddy.

Take a deep breath, Hartigan.

You're pushing and you got a bum ticker.

You ain't saving anyone

Settle down and

think straight.

Got a great attitude, Bob.

Real credit to the force, you are.

Aileen's home waiting for you.

Think about Aileen.

Heck, Bob.

Maybe you are right. I'm glad to hear you are finally

talking sense. Hell of way to end a partnership.

Hell of a way to start my retirement.

Nancy Callahan, age....

For all I know, she is dead already.

Half way to the warehouse where Weevil said

they took her and it hits. Wicked spot of

indegestion. At least that's what I pray it is.

You’ve been a very good, Nancy. You’ve been very quiet. Don’t be scared. We’re going to be taking you home really soon but first, we’re going to introduce you to somebody. He’s a very nice man.

(Voice)

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I seek only the most lighthearted and momentary degressionThe briefest indulgement in automotive pleasure

...for cheap thrills. Such shortlived durability, Mr. Shlubb

This Jaguar you so pinheadedly covet temporarily remanded to our customer, though it may be remains the property of the son of Senator Rourk.

A single dent, the mearest scratch, thereupon on the before mentioned consequences of which I so recently made mention shall surely be afford us.

(Douglass Klump)

(Mr. Shlubb)

Catch your breath.Give your heart time to slow down

But it won't slow down. Get over it,

She needs you.

(Douglass Klump)

a Got to keep this quiet.take them down fast.

You would risk engendering an ill will on

the part of our employers Burt Shlubb and

Douglass Klump. any-job-there-is thugs with dellusions

of eloquance.

(Douglass Klump)

We're all done here, BennyLet's give them some time together.Give them some privacy.

Be with you in a minute, Lenny.I’m just making sure they get along really wellWhat kind of beast couldn’t get along with a pre-cious little girl like this.

(Lenny)

(Benny)

(Lenny and Benny leave room and Rourk comes into the dark room to talk to Nancy.)

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Let the girl go!

You can’t do a goddamn thing to me, HartiganYou know who I am.You know who my father is.You can’t touch me, you piece-of-shit cop.Look at you. You can’t even lift that cannon you’re carrying.

Sure I can.Cover your eyes, NancyI don't want you watching thisI mean it baby. Cover your eyes right now.

(Roark)

You must be awfully scared nowBut you got nothing to be scared ofAll we’re going to do is have a nice little talk That’s all. Just a nice talk,

just you and me Don’t you cry now Doctor said it’d be like this Just take the pill he gave you No need to play it quiet. Not anymore.

On your feet, old man

frozen in their last horrible moment

of living.No screams...Either I’m just in time or I’m way too late.

It’s nothing, Barely a flesh wound.

Breath steady old man. Prove you’re not

completely uselessWhat the hell. Go out with a bang

He likes to hear them screamI’ve seen his victims and their twisted little

faces; all wide-mouthed and bug-eyed,

(Roark)

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I take his weapons away.

Both of them.

(Bob comes from behind and shoots Hartigan in the shoulder)

Hell of a way to end a partnership.

For God’s sakes, don’t make it any worse.

Don’t make me kill you!

I'm Doing fine, Bob.Never better.Ready to kick your ass.

Keep it talking.

By time.

Just a few more minutes until backup gets here.

Sit down and stay down.

I’ll kill you if I have to.

Keep his mind off the girl.

Skinny little nancy

Can't kill her once the backup gets here.

(Hartigan jumps Bob on the dock)

Run Nancy,Run for you life.

Hey. Don’t listen to him, he’s a crazy man.

A tough man you are, huh?

You stay right where you’r at.

You shoot your partner in the back.Then you try to scarea little girl.

Later, I’ll pull my spare rod. Plug you a couple

times.We could’ve worked something out, but

you’ve blown that.

Sit down or I’ll black you in half.

you’re so slow, you’ll never stop me.

(Hartigan tries to make a move on Bob)

Keep I finally sit down, Just like you told me to.

The sirens are close now, She'll be safe.

Things go dark...I don't mind much.

Getting sleepy. It's OK, She'll be safe.

An old man dies,

Little girl lives.

Fair Trade.(Fade to black. Scene ends)

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The Hard Good-ByeScene Two

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The night is 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 second

wondering how I've gotten so lucky.

She smells like angels ought to smell.

The perfect woman...The goddess

hours later and my head's feeling several sizes too bigand that cold thing happens to my stomach and I realize Goldie is dead.Not a mark on her.You'd have to check her pulse to notice those perfectbreasts of hers aren't moving like they would if she was breathing She was murdered and I was right here when it happened

Lying next to herstone drunk, just like she was

Damnit Goldie. Who are you and who wanted you dead?

Who are you besides an angel of mercy giving a -time loser

like me the night of his life

It sure wasn't my looks

So why the sleazy salloon

Why the kindest Goldie

The copsThey're telling me too much

Showing up before anybody but me and the killer could

know there's been a murder

Somebody paid good money for this frame

No reason at all to play it quiet

No reason to play it any way but my way

Whoever killed you is going to pay, Goldie

I need you Goldie.She says her name is Goldie

Open up. Police!

I'll be right out(Marv)

(SWOT police)

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(Marv Kicks in his door and jumps down the stairway shooting)

I don't know why you died, Goldie

I don't know why and I don't know how. I never even

met you before tonight

But you were a friend and more when I needed one

And when I found out who did it

it won't be quick and quiet like it was with you

It'll be loud and nasty. My kind of kill

And when his eyes go dead, the Hell I send him to will

seem like Heaven after what I've done to him

I love you Goldie

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Claire?Don't worry, Lucille. I was just grazedGot any beers around this place?

No way I'm giving you any alcoholBesides, it's not what you came here for anyway, is it?

NO.

Thanks. Your the west

Go ahead. It works without them.

Lucille's my parole officer.She's a dyke, but God knows why With that body of her's, she could have any man she wantsThe 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.

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But they know they've been in a fight, that's for damn sureHow the hell do you suppose I'm going to

square this with the boardThere ain't no squaring it, not this timeThis isn't no barroom crawl! or somecreep with a gas can trying to torch someone.

Hey hey, this is big.Settle down, Marv. Take another pillHey, there isnt no setting down.This is blood for blood and by the gallons.

This is the old day, and the bad days, and 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 tobe 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 outI know exactly what I got to do.So you were scared, weren't you GoldieSomebody wanted you dead and you knew itSo you hit the salloons, the bad placesLooking for the biggest meanest lug around,and finding meWell I'm going to find that son of a bitch

that killed you.and I'm going to give him the hard good-bye.Walk down the right back alleyin sin city.and you can find anything.

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Take offHe'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 will 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 centuryHe’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, dickwaDrink 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 bitch.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?

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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.

* You made a big mistake yourself...

you didn't flush.

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

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.

BastardYou're going

to pay for what you did

to me.

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I’ll cut you in ways that’ll

make you useless to a

woman!

If you so much as talk to her or even think her name,

Its alright. take a nice slow breath. Just look at the heads on the

wall. The heads on the..Son of a bitch. He kept smiling, Made me

watch him...suck the meat of my fingers

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Scott NohlBook DesignSpring 2011Michigan State University

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I didn’t scream, HartiganNot onceI didn’t scream I know it, baby You grew up strong

By the time I get her to the car, Nancy stops shakingHer skin is warm againShe’s herself againThanks for remembering my coatAnd for all the little thingsLike saving my life... twice You better get rolling

You’re not coming along? No. I have friends on their way

To collect evidence. I’m going to blow this

whole sick mess wide open

I’m going to clear my name. I

’m going to put Senator Roark behind bars,

where he belongsCan’t lose you. Not again You’ll never lose me, Nancy

Nancy Callahan. The love of my lifeShame to lie to her. I hope she forgives me for itGet Senator Roark behind bars? Sure. And maybe after I’ve pulled off that miracle,

I’ll go and punch out GodThere isn’t a prosecutor in the state who’ll go after Senator Roark

I killed his only son. The bloodline is cutRoark’s lost his goddamn legacyHe’ll use all his power to get revenge on meHe’ll go after me through NancyHe’ll find her again. There’ll be no end to it

She’ll never be safe. Not as long as I’m aliveThere’s only one way to beat himAnd old man dies. A young woman livesFair trade

Uh-huh... yes

I love you, Nancy

THE END