Can't be that big

Când Marv "preia ancheta" (Sin City, 2005).

- And what have been your sins, my son?
- Well, Padre, I don't want to keep you up all night, so I'll just fill, you know, the latest batch. You see here hands of mine, they got blood all over 'em.
- You're speaking... figuratively.
- When I need to find something out, I just go out, and look for somebody who knows more than me and I go and I ask 'em. Sometimes, I ask pretty hard. That way, for instance. In fact, I killed three men tonight. Tortured them first. You might say I've been working my way up the food chain. First two are minnows, small time messengers. But it was Connely. That money man who fingered you, Padre.
- Dear Lord, Marv. This is a House of God...
- Just give me a damn name.
- Roark.
- You really are pushing your luck, Padre, if feeding me garbage like that. Can't be that big.
- There's a farm out North Cross and Lennox. It's all there. Find out for yourself. While you're at it, ask yourself... if that corpse of a slut is worth dying for.
BANG!
- Worth dying for.
BANG! 
- Worth killing for.
BANG! 
- Worth going to hell for. Amen.