Corner Kids/Script

The following is a script of the mission Corner Kids in The Ballad of Gay Tony.

Script

Luis: Yo, what the fuck is wrong with you, man?

Armando: What do you mean, homie?

Luis: You can't be sitting here, man, watching him. Any fool policeman on his second day on the job will know you're the guy with the shit, man. You'll wind up back inside, you moron.

Armando: It's nice to see you, Mr. big shot. Real nice to see you. Captain Downtown come up here to talk down to his old friends.

Luis: Yeah, I just care about you guys, okay.

Armando: I don't have a choice, man. My right hand man got a single digit IQ. Hey, H, come over here, man. Of course, I could do what you did, Run the fuck away. Go fuck a man, or some shit.

Luis: Yo, I ain't fucking no man, bro. Okay? I'm working the best clubs in the city. I ain't going no where. I'm ten minutes away on the train. Ten fucking minutes. What's up, H?

Armando: It's like it's another country down there. Ten fucking minutes. I'll give you ten fucking minutes. You ran away.

Luis: Yo, whatever, man.

Armando: Whatever.

Henrique: Whatever.

Luis: You want a job, bro? I'll get you a job, man, you know that.

Armando: Yeah, yeah, for sure, man. I want a job sucking some again playboy's cock. I want that job real bad. Sign me the fuck up.

Luis: You're such a dick, bro.

Armando: You would know.

Luis: Henrique, can you get the moron to shut up please?

Armando: I'm sorry man, I just miss you and maybe I express myself coarsely, but we was like family.

Luis: Oye, loco, we are family, man. But family doesn't mean we have to live up here, slinging drop to a bunch of suburban punks from Alderney. And complaining about how life could be. We are on the doorstep, man. Liberty fucking City. We could run the fucking world, man.

Armando: And are you running the world, or you running errands for some ass muncher?

Luis: Yo, Tony's alright, man...

Armando/Henrique: "He's like the daddy I never had."

Armando: Fucking sugar daddy.

Luis: Aye, whatever, man. Mami!

Ms. Lopez: Luis! Boys!

Luis: Hey mami, como esta?

Armando: Mrs. L.

Ms. Lopez: How are you boys?

Henrique: Hey, Mrs. Lopez.

Ms. Lopez: Aye, Luis, you look tired.

Luis: Hey mami, I've been working. You know.

Ms. Lopez: I do know, that's the problem. When you going to go back to school?

Luis: Aye, mami, por favor.

Ms. Lopez: I hear you're going back to school, Armando.

Armando: I'm doing a MBA, Mrs L.

Luis: Hey, let's go. Mami, I gotta go, okay? But here, take this.

Ms. Lopez: Luis, take your life more seriously, baby. Please. Don't be like your father.

Luis: Look at your brother, look at your sister. They're doing so well. Mami, I know. But what do you expect. I got to hang out with morons like these two. Okay? Bye... Let's go.

Armando: Morons like us, eh, my brother?

Luis: Aye, you know how mami is.

Armando: What, like a woman who has been abandoned by her children?

Luis: Que?

Armando: Look look look look look - I know you think we small, I know you think we ain't shit - but that's why I hit you up man.

Luis: Why?

Armando: Because we got something real coming down.

Luis: Yeah, the last time we had something real coming down, I did two years.

Armando: Look, I'm not going to insult your intelligence by telling you shit is gonna be different now. But it is.

Henrique: It is.

Armando: Come on trust me... Let's go.

Dialogue

Armando: Business is going down in East Hook, bro. Get us over there.

or:

Armando: We got a meeting set up over in East Hook. Can you drive us?

Luis: Yo Mando, Rique, I'm serious about this, man. You need to get out of this place; make something of yourselves.

Armando: Easy for you to say Dom Juan. I don't get your problem with the neighborhood. The Heights ain't all bad, bro.

Luis: Oh yeah. Sure it ain't man, How many kids from out class stuck around up here? None that did anything. Them punks Oscar, Willy and Alonso did and look where they at.

Armando: Fuck them. You had some good times here. Don't forget about that shit. Remember the summer of '99?

Luis: Yeah I do, it was like damn hot that year wasn't it?

Henrique: Hot as shit up here in '99.

Armando: And we started getting in that Vespucci University toto? Remember that?

Luis: Nothing quit like college girls.

Armando: Even Rique got him some, didn't he?

Luis: Yo, shit, that librarian girl.

Armando: Fucked the glasses right off her nose.

Henrique: Hu hu hu hu. I sure did.

Luis: Yo, A, everybody gotta grow up someday.

Armando: Not if you live next to a college, you don't. Them bitches stay the same age your whole life.

Luis: True bro, but that's not what I meant.

Armando: I know. Shit. How them Gomez boys anyway, Luis?

Luis: Hey, you know I don't see them dumb fucks no more.

Armando: Five-O think you do.

Henrique: Five-O asking us about you and them all the time.

Armando: "You seen Luis Lopez up here with the Gomez boys?"

Henrique: "You seen Mr. Luis Fernando Lopez associating with Willy Valero?""

Armando: It's like they obsessed.

Luis: Yeah man, you get bagged with a couple of punks it's like you associated with them for the rest of your life. Five-O's dumb, fucking useless bro. No wonder crime's outta control in this city.

Armando: I can think of a few other reasons too.

Luis: Speaking of crime, bro, what the fuck are we doing here?

Armando: Me and Rique got a new package. Shit's good enough for us to start seriously stepping on shit and making some real profit.

Henrique: Product then profit then pussy: 'P .P .P.' That how it works, bro.

Luis: Sure it does, Rique. Can you remind me why I'm coming along on a motherfucking dope deal? I don't touch that shit no more, man. I got a legitimate source of income.

Armando: Chill out, bro. We just having a final meet with the guy to smooth out some details. It would really help if we had a respectable punk like you along.

Luis: Yo this is just for appearances right? You sure?

Armando: Yo. Sure. I'm sure. Just for appearances. We shaking hands with the man is all. Nothing incriminatory.

Luis: Fuck, bro. Okay. Okay. Only 'cause I love you guys. You should know that.

Henrique: Shit, Mando. You right.

Armando: What?

Henrique: The big queen really has groomed this foot. He gay, gay, gay, gay, gay, gay.

Luis: Fuck you, bro.

(Armando gives Luis an Automatic Shotgun and grenades)

Armando: Heavy armament be the best ways to dissuade foolish cats from action. Take an auto shottie and some grenades, L.

Luis: Just what we need for a friendly tête-à-tête.

(The three arrive in East Hook)

Alternate dialogue

Luis: Hit me with it then.

Armando: Hit you with what? I ain't dickslapping you, homo.

Luis: Shut up you fucking idiot. What's this "real" shit than ain't nothing all like the other "real" shit that got my ass locked up? Tell me.

Armando: What's that attitude for, bro? We don't want your help if you going to be all self righteous and shit.

Henrique: Don't condescend on us, bro.

Armando: Yeah. Don't condescend at us. Especially since prison was a good thing for you.

Henrique: Be thankful for that, L. You came out a changed man.

Armando: Luis Lopez - poster child for rehabilitation. That shit worked on you.

Henrique: You met Tony in that prison outreach program, too. From there on it was all up for you.

Armando: Yeah, bro. That was the moment when you put down the gun and picked up the pork sword.

Luis: Unfortunately, I ain't no poster child. I'm still hanging out with degenerates like you, ain't I? And, it ain't exactly like Tony's operation is always completely above board.

Armando: Yeah, dick sucking's well below board. You right.

Luis: Yo, enough with the gay jokes, you moron. For once, give me a break.

Armando: Shit! Alright. Alright!

Henrique: Damn. Luis mad.

Luis: So, again, what the fuck are we doing?

Armando: Chill, bro. We meeting a new business associate. It's taken me and Rique a long time to get in with this guy. He gonna start selling us weight on a large enough scale, with a good enough purity so we gonna be able to roll with your rich friends. Wouldn't that be nice?

Luis: This package sounds too good to be true, A. What this fool want to be running with low rate corner boys like you for?

Armando: We got us a rep now. Eventually if you put in the hours...

Henrique: And we sure as shit put in the hours, bro.

Luis: Good for you guys, but what's this got to do with me?

Armando: We, ummmm... we need to put out a public face. This deal ain't completely worked through and we thought it might look good having you along.

Henrique: Don't let it go to your head, L, but you look like you mean business.

Armando: Looks can be deceiving.

Henrique: He looks like a balla, but the only balls he plays with are Tony's!

Luis: Rique, man. I told you to cut it out.

Henrique: Sorry, bro. Couldn't resist.

Luis: Alright. I'll meet this motherfucker for you. Damn.

(Armando gives Luis an Automatic Shotgun and grenades)

Armando: Yo, L, you may as well be prepared for some shit. Take hold of this Auto shottie and these pineapples.

Luis: Yo, thanks. Really makes me confident this is gonna be a nice peaceful chat.

=Failing the mission

Armando dies

Henrique: Shit, bro. Mando. Who gonna tell his moms?

Luis: I'll do that, bro. You better lay low. Cops might want to ask you questions when they identify him.