If you want to, you can lay me over the table and amuse yourself. And even call in your men. Well. No woman ever died from that. When you're finished, all I'll need will be a tub of boiling water, and I'll be exactly what I was before - with just another filthy memory.
What's he waiting for out there? What's he doing?
He's whittlin' on a piece of wood. I've got a feeling when he stops whittlin'... Somethin's gonna happen.
Mrs. McBain goes back to civilization. Minus a husband and plus a great future.
You deserve better.
The last man who told me that is buried out there.
You know, Jill, you remind me of my mother. She was the biggest whore in Alameda and the finest woman that ever lived. Whoever my father was for an hour or for a month... he must have been a happy man.
But... but those were his men.
Yeah.
And they tried to kill him.
They must've found someone who pays better.
And you! You saved his life.
I didn't let them kill him. That's not the same thing.
I wish you'll come back someday.
Someday.
