Jack and Liz did not escape to the streets of Las Vegas. As a matter of fact, he dragged them through the hallways of Caesar's Palace, turning sharp corners and climbing as many flights of stairs as his legs would allow. Honestly, he had no idea where they were going. Just up. Up, he reasoned, would generally lead to the roof... He supposed that was as good a place to be as any.
After all, young heroes tend to do incredibly stupid things when a woman is being dangled over sidewalk that is several feet below them.
The two of them reached the roof, gasping for breath. She was clutching her side. He smirked down at her.
"Well, that was fun," he said jovially. "I suppose all that's left to do is wait for the stupid blighters to arrive..."
The air was warm, and quite windy. Windy enough to make Jack glad he had decided to cut his hair. One minute passed. These fellows really were inadequate for the job of inforcing the law. Two minutes. Three. Four... They were coming up on five when Mr. Will Turner and his associate burst through, both looking very irate and brandishing their weapons of choice.
"Liz, darling," Jack whispered. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to endanger your life for a moment..."
She turned sharply. "What?" she demanded, but it was too late for questions...
He grabbed the back of her shirt and, with all of his strength, hoisted her from the ground. The only thing supporting her now (besides Jack himself) was the fact that the back of her heels were resting on the edge of the rooftop.
Will Turner swore.
"I'll drop her," Jack said. "and don't you doubt me."
"I wouldn't dream of it," Turner said, glaring.
For a few minutes, they just stood there. Liz hanging over a building, Jack smirking, and the smarmy police looking as if the world were coming to an end.
"So..." Jack said, finally puncturing the tension. "I understand you came here for the return of Miss Swann to her family... But other than that, what do you want?"
The smarmy police looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Oh, for Pete's sake!" he muttered. "I'm asking if you want me to bloody confess, idiots."
A pause. Will Turner nodded.
"To everything?"
Another nod.
"Alright... I, Jack Sparrow, am guilty of the following... Murder; vandalism; kidnap; piracy; harrassment; er... theft; wearing too much cologne..." He stopped, looking very thoughtful. "Oh. And I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die."
He smirked. However, Turner and his flunky didn't seem to find the last bit entertaining. Too bad for them, he guessed...
"Jack," Liz whispered. "Can you please put me down now? I'm getting rather dizzy..."
"In a minute, luv," he replied.
"Well, Sparrow," Turner said, looking very surly indeed. "I hate to sound unprofessional, but Mike and I... we're in a bit of a predicament with you holding Elizabeth over that ledge... You see, her father's very worried."
"I'm sure he is, young man," Jack said. "but what has that to do with me?"
"Well..." A very, very long pause this time. "Mr. Sparrow... If you put her back onto this roof, we'll tell Mr. Swann that you... That, I don't know. That you found her here in Nevada, recognized her from the international news reports, and were bringing her back. You'll get a reward... Thomas Swann is disgustingly rich."
Yes, I know, thought Jack. But he said: "I'm not an idiot, Turner. You're with the police -- the whole of Scotland Yard probably knows you came out here to follow me."
The man called Mike looked at Turner in a secretive sort of way, as though the both of them knew something Jack didn't. Will opened his mouth and was about to begin a rather guilty-looking sentence, when Liz screamed.
"Jack, Will isn't a police officer! Now, in the name of all that is good in this big, bloody world, put me down!"
He did. And a bullet was fired immediately afterwards.