Party's Over/Script

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The following is a script of the mission Party's Over in The Ballad of Gay Tony.

Script

Vincenzo: That's what I told them. That shit would have never happened back in the day.

Luis: What's up, ladies? Still living the high life, I see?

Rocco: Fuck you.

Luis: What are you doing here? Cruising?

Vincenzo: Very funny.

Rocco: You know, Mr. Ancelotti's still blaming all that diamond shit for Gracie's kidnap.

Luis: Well, you did bring the heat down on the club, so...I can understand why they blame you.

Rocco: And those chinks they're still fucking pissed at that dispute of ours.

Luis: Again, fair enough.

Rocco: Whatever. It don't matter, alright, what matters... is the Russian has come to Mr. Ancelotti and said he wants the head of anyone involved with the diamonds. Now, on top of all that Gracie and chink shit, the Old Man is pissed. He wants blood. I think we can cut a deal - we give him one body. Alright? So basically, it's you or Tony. One of you has to die. Me and Vince would prefer to work with you in the clubs, over the faggot, so you're lucky. You kill Tony, you get to keep the clubs, you and us together, partners. Either that, or the Russian is gonna send some serious people around to whack you and the fag... with Ancelotti's sanction.

Vincenzo: Yeah, you'll both get whacked.

Luis: You're way out of your league kid. And you? You're a fucking loser, hanging out with children living a fantasy life. I ain't killing Tony. But I may be about to kill you two fucks though.

Rocco: Then you're a dead man. You and your family and those spic drug dealers you hang out with. You're all dead. It's your choice.

Vincenzo: It ain't our fault.

Luis: Fuck you.

Rocco: Think about it, I'll be in touch. Fuckin' spic.

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