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] 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
: 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
] Where to fight counts for a lot... Manute
: Cute trick, McCarthy... but it will do you no good... Dwight
] But there's nothing like having your friends show up...
[We see a battalion of armed Old Town girls surround the alley
: With lotsa guns... Manute
: NO! McCarthy, you SHIT!
: [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
[an arrow goes through his head
: [Mildly annoyed
[after Jackie-Boy's head explodes
: No, McCarthy, you shit!
: The truce of Sin City will be shattered. There'll be arrests, there'll be deaths. Nothing can stop this.
: You'll have to beat the goddess. Dwight McCarthy
: She's no goddess. She's a monster.