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== Script ==
Ken: Ah! Well, I hope you're having a good time. Because I'm going out of my mind with worry here. What did you find out?
Tommy: That there are more criminals in this town than in prison. We need a lead from the streets...
Ken: Ok, let me think, let me think, let me think - AH! I've got it! Ok, There's this limey, some music industry slimeball, goes by the name of Kent Paul. Anyway, he's got his nose so far up most of Vice City's ass that if anybody knows the whereabouts of 20 keys of coke, it's this guy, all right? He's always at The Malibu.
Tommy: I'll go pay him a visit.
Ken: Take it easy now.
Paul: Where'd you pop up from? I've been looking for a bird like you for ages, mate...
Tommy: I'm looking for some English guy...
Paul: Kent Paul, mate. Yeah, I'm the governor 'round here. I sort things out, you know what I mean? I'll treat you. Whatever you want, I'll get you, girl. Don't you worry about a thing, mate.
Tommy: Get lost, honey.
Paul: Oi oi oi oi oi!
Tommy: You Kent Paul? I'm a friend of Rosenberg's...
Paul: Rosenberg...Rosenberg...Oh, that bonkers ambulance chaser! That guy could defend an innocent man all the way to death row! Give us another drink, bruv. Everybody's a comedian.
Tommy: Listen to me, I'm missing twenty keys and a lot of cash...
Paul: Drugs, mate? It's a mug's game.
Tommy: What do you know about it?
Paul: Oi oi! What I was coming to was, there's some chef-cum-trumpetshifter  who deals out of a hotel kitchen on Ocean Drive. He's been looking real pleased with himself lately. You could go and check him out...?
Tommy: I will - and I'll be seeing you around.
Paul: Yeah, that's right. Go on - walk away, you mug. I'll knock you spark out! Give me a drink - and where'd that slut go?
Chef: Hey, whatchoo lookin' at?
Tommy: You better start talking...
Chef: Hey, make me, you prick!
Lance: Oh, way to go, tough guy. Beat him to a pulp. That should make him real chatty.
Tommy: You want some, too?
Lance: Hey, chill. I want what you want, brother.
Tommy: Oh, yeah? And what's that?
Lance: Your green - and my dead brother's white lady. Unfortunately, you just silenced our lead.
Tommy: Accidents happen. Get lost.
Lance: Hey, hey, whoa. No need to go all 'Lone Ranger' on my ass. The way I see it - we two hombres in a strange town. We need to watch each other's back.
Tommy: My back's just fine, brother...
Lance: You sure about that? Here, take this. Follow me! We gotta get the hell outta here! One thing you gotta realize about this town. You gotta pack some heat. C'mon, the local gun shop's a couple of blocks away.
Lance: Tommy, every man needs a little R&R once in a while. This here's the Pole Position Strip Club. You might want to drop in some time.


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Revision as of 20:46, 19 February 2008

Back Alley Brawl
Game: Grand Theft Auto: Vice City
Mission boss: Ken Rosenberg
Start location: Washington Beach
Reward: $200

Back Alley Brawl is the third mission in Grand Theft Auto: Vice City, which sees Tommy Vercetti continue to track down those responsible for the ambushed drug deal.


The mission can be accessed after completing the mission The Party, and the mission can be started at Ken Rosenberg's office in Washington Beach. The mission begins with a cut-scene in Rosenberg's office, with Rosenberg and Tommy discussing the ambushed drug deal. Rosenberg sends Tommy to Kent Paul, saying that "he's got his nose so far up most of Vice City's ass that if anybody knows the whereabouts 20k's of coke, it's this guy". Tommy goes to the Malibu Club to meet Paul.

Tommy confronts Kent Paul in the Malibu Club, and eventually gets word of Leo Teal, a chef who works in the underworld of Vice City. Tommy drives towards the beach front and kills Leo Teal, stealing his cell phone. Lance Vance then appears on the scene, mockingly congratulating Tommy on killing Leo, saying 'you just silenced our lead'.

Tommy and Lance then run to Lance's car after three chefs begin to chase them. Lance takes Tommy to the local Ammu-Nation and then to the Pole Position strip-club, before Tommy drives back to the Ocean View Hotel, where the mission ends.

The reward is $200, and the next mission, Jury Fury, becomes available.

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Ken: Ah! Well, I hope you're having a good time. Because I'm going out of my mind with worry here. What did you find out?

Tommy: That there are more criminals in this town than in prison. We need a lead from the streets...

Ken: Ok, let me think, let me think, let me think - AH! I've got it! Ok, There's this limey, some music industry slimeball, goes by the name of Kent Paul. Anyway, he's got his nose so far up most of Vice City's ass that if anybody knows the whereabouts of 20 keys of coke, it's this guy, all right? He's always at The Malibu.

Tommy: I'll go pay him a visit.

Ken: Take it easy now.

Paul: Where'd you pop up from? I've been looking for a bird like you for ages, mate...

Tommy: I'm looking for some English guy...

Paul: Kent Paul, mate. Yeah, I'm the governor 'round here. I sort things out, you know what I mean? I'll treat you. Whatever you want, I'll get you, girl. Don't you worry about a thing, mate.

Tommy: Get lost, honey.

Paul: Oi oi oi oi oi!

Tommy: You Kent Paul? I'm a friend of Rosenberg's...

Paul: Rosenberg...Rosenberg...Oh, that bonkers ambulance chaser! That guy could defend an innocent man all the way to death row! Give us another drink, bruv. Everybody's a comedian.

Tommy: Listen to me, I'm missing twenty keys and a lot of cash...

Paul: Drugs, mate? It's a mug's game.

Tommy: What do you know about it?

Paul: Oi oi! What I was coming to was, there's some chef-cum-trumpetshifter who deals out of a hotel kitchen on Ocean Drive. He's been looking real pleased with himself lately. You could go and check him out...?

Tommy: I will - and I'll be seeing you around.

Paul: Yeah, that's right. Go on - walk away, you mug. I'll knock you spark out! Give me a drink - and where'd that slut go?

Chef: Hey, whatchoo lookin' at?

Tommy: You better start talking...

Chef: Hey, make me, you prick!

Lance: Oh, way to go, tough guy. Beat him to a pulp. That should make him real chatty.

Tommy: You want some, too?

Lance: Hey, chill. I want what you want, brother.

Tommy: Oh, yeah? And what's that?

Lance: Your green - and my dead brother's white lady. Unfortunately, you just silenced our lead.

Tommy: Accidents happen. Get lost.

Lance: Hey, hey, whoa. No need to go all 'Lone Ranger' on my ass. The way I see it - we two hombres in a strange town. We need to watch each other's back.

Tommy: My back's just fine, brother...

Lance: You sure about that? Here, take this. Follow me! We gotta get the hell outta here! One thing you gotta realize about this town. You gotta pack some heat. C'mon, the local gun shop's a couple of blocks away.

Lance: Tommy, every man needs a little R&R once in a while. This here's the Pole Position Strip Club. You might want to drop in some time.


Grand Theft Auto: Vice City missions
Preceded by: Followed by:
The Party 'Back Alley Brawl' Jury Fury