Coming Down/Script

The following is a script of the mission Coming Down in The Lost and Damned.

Pre mission phone call

Johnny: Ash?

Ashley: Johnny boy? John. I need some help.

Johnny: I ain't got a hand-out for ya. Sorry.

Ashley: A hand-out ain't gonna fix it, Johnny boy. I'm into something bad. I need a knight in shining armor to take me away from this mess. They're gonna kill me... or worse.

Johnny: Jesus, Ash. Where are ya?

Ashley: Some project on Wardite. Come quick, baby.

Johnny: I'll try.

Script

(Johnny enters the apartment)

Johnny: John boy's here for you, baby.

or:

Johnny: These guys can' t hurt you no more, baby.

Johnny: I've come for you, baby. Don't worry no more.

Ashley: Help me! Help me!

Ashley: My boyfriends gonna splatter your brains across this place!

Ashley: Fuck! Will somebody fucking help me!

Ashley: This is so not fucking cool.

Ashley: Ahhhhhhh!

Ashley: I'm not paying you a fucking cent.

(Johnny finds Ashley)

Johnny: You sure known how to get yourself into trouble, don't ya baby?

Ashley: And you sure know how to get me out, Johnny.

Johnny: Come 'ere.

Ashley: What's wrong? I don't want to hang out here. Can we go?

Johnny: I don't wanna hang here neither. Then again, I'm not the one messing up my head on a week long ice binge.

Ashley: I remember when you used to mess around at my place, that don't happen any more either. Take me home man, I'm crashing hard.

(Johnny takes Ashley home)

Johnny: You alright?

Ashley: I'm with you now, Johnny boy. How could I not be?

Johnny: How long you been up? Two days? Three?

Ashley: Who's counting?

Johnny: It ain't good for you, you know that.

Ashley: Sure, sure. Do you expect me to stay clean when you're not there to look after me?

Johnny: Maybe if you answered your calls... fuck. Whatever.

Ashley: Okay, I'm bad, baby. I know it. You should teach me a lesson. Hit me or something. Teach me I'm wrong.

Johnny: Enough of that.

Ashley: Teach me, baby. It's the only way I'll learn. Make me hurt.

Johnny: You're making yourself hurt already, you fucking idiot.

Ashley: Hit me.

Johnny: Give me a break, sweetheart. I used to fucking love you.

Ashley: You're too sweet for words, Johnny boy. You think I'm sweet, too?

Johnny: You ain't good for me, sugar. That's all I know.