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 alright. That I’ll save her from whatever she’s 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’s running from. I’ll cash her check in the morning
The Salesman: 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, your figure, or your voice. It’s your eyes. All the things I see in your eyes.
The Customer: What is it you see in my eyes?
The Salesman: 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.
The Customer: No. I don’t want to face it alone.
The Salesman: 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. Care for a smoke?
The Customer: Sure. I’ll take one. Are you as bored by that crowd as I am?
The Salesman: 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, your figure, or your voice. It’s your eyes. All the things I see in your eyes.
The Customer: What is it you see in my eyes?
The Salesman: 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.
The Customer: No. I don’t want to face it alone.
Sin City (2005)
