Marnie Allen Random Encounter 1/Script

The following is a script of the first encounter with Marnie Allen in Grand Theft Auto IV.

Pre mission dialogue

Marnie: Anyone got a dime bag?

Marnie: I ain't going to a clinic. Not again.

Marnie: Just one more hit.

Marnie: Man, oh man.

Marnie: Urgh.

Script

Marnie: Hey, mister.

Niko: Yes?

Marnie: Hey, mister... you got... got some junk?

Niko: No.

Marnie: Shit. I'm... I'm really starting to jones pretty bad.

Niko: How old are you?

Marnie: Old enough...

Niko: No! I didn't mean like that.

Marnie: Hah!

Niko: Ain't you got a home or something?

Marnie: Ain't you got a life, or do you have to always interfere in other people's?

Niko: I'm sorry. See you later.

Marnie: Hey mister, come back here! I'll fuck you for five bucks.

Niko: No! What's wrong with you?

Marnie: I need junk... I need money...

Niko: You shouldn't be fucking strange men for money. I'll give you some money.

Marnie: I need junk... more than money... I know a place where we can get some. Will you take me there, mister, please?

Niko: Come on, then.

Dialogue

Marnie: He's over on Koresh Square in Alderney City.

Niko: Why don't you ease up on this stuff? Go to a center, get yourself clean. You don't want a substance controlling your life.

Marnie: What the fuck? People just try to tell me what to do. Go to school, read this, practice that, suck these. I hate everyone. Just, just leave me the fuck alone.

Niko: Leave you alone so you can sell your ass for some junk?

Marnie: Yeah, well, I'm happy where I am. I was, at least. When my habit was five bags a day, I could survive off panhandling.

Niko: If you can't get the money together, then maybe you should cut back on your habit.

Marnie: I can get the money together, it just takes a little improvisation. Like finding you in the park, I knew you'd help me.

Niko: How's that?

Marnie: I dunno, something in your eyes. You look like you've got a good heart.

Niko: I don't know about that.

Marnie: You do, most guys would have fucked me and left me by the side of the road already. You're nice. What's your name?

Niko: Niko Bellic.

Marnie: Nice to meet you, Niko. I'm Marnie. Man, I'm jonesing hard. It's been too long. Fuck.

Niko: This shit is in control of you. Think about going to a clinic.

Marnie: Turn into some methadone zombie? I don't think so. I quit, I do it cold turkey and by myself. Not that I wanna quit. I'm having too much fun.

Niko: You seem to be having a great time.

(Niko takes Marnie to Koresh Square)

Marnie: Hey, this is it. You got the cash?

Niko: Here you go. Good luck to you, kid. You need it.

Marnie: Thanks, Niko. You're real sweet.

Alternate dialogue

Niko: This guy who sells you the junk, he's your pimp as well?

Marnie: I don't have a pimp. I'm freelance. I look after myself.

Niko: He a john then?

Marnie: Sometimes he lets me pay for a bah without using money, if that's what you mean. Don't think anyone's given me anything for free since I got to this city. Apart from you, that is. This is still free, right? You don't want me to fuck you?

Niko: No, I don't want you to fuck me. I don't want you to fuck your dealer either.

Marnie: What's your name then? I should know the name of the one guy who's given me anything for free.

Niko: Niko Bellic.

Marnie: Actually, when I got the clap, that was for free. Herpes too. I did not pay for that.

Niko: You know the names of the people who gave them to you?

Marnie: I don't, Niko. I ain't got a clue. Anyway, I'm Marnie. Shit, I'm jonesing real bad now.

Niko: Wasn't your first bag of junk free? That's how they get you hooked, right?

Marnie: The gift that keeps on giving. Best thing that ever happened to me. Best feeling in the world. Better than anything, better than love.

Niko: Especially if love means fucking some guy on the park bench for five dollars.

Marnie: No need to be mean, man. We all do what we gotta do to survive. I bet you done things you ain't proud of?

Niko: I have. But I did those things so I could survive. This shit you do, it's for junk. That ain't survival. It's a slow death.