Dropping In.../Script

The following is a script of the mission Dropping In... in The Ballad of Gay Tony.

Script

Bulgarin: Welcome. Welcome to the party. Sit down. Sit down.

Luis: Sure.

Bulgarin: Can I get you anything? A drink? Something stronger?

Luis: I'm cool, bro.

Bulgarin: You know how to play the drums? We need a fucking drummer.

Luis: I ain't your man, bro. Sorry.

Bulgarin: You Spanish have the rhythm. Give us fucking beat, man. You don't drum, but you dance, don't you, Luis? You dance.

Luis: I can dance, man, but not with you and him.

Bulgarin: That's a shame.

Luis: You dance, Mr. B?

Bulgarin: Money doesn't dance. The money doesn't dance, my friend.

Luis: Okay, but you need some work done.

Bulgarin: Wait, wait listen... Ah this is it. This is it!

Luis: Hey, can you ask the ape to stop playing for a second?

Timur: You want I should stick fifty thousand dollar guitar up your ass?

Luis: No, but I got some friends I could introduce you to if that's how you get your kicks.

Timur: Oh, funny guy.

Bulgarin: Alright, alright. Okay. You have heard about Liberty City Rampage? The owner still will not accept my offers. I have been more than reasonable.

Luis: You mean after you killed his special team of cops? That's weird... You want me to negotiate with him?

Bulgarin: No. The time for negotiations is over. Do what needs to be done in his boardroom. Send a message.

Luis: Hey I ain't a hitman, bro. I mean, I'll fight anyone, do whatever, but I ain't a contract killer.

Bulgarin: Their officers are in the MeTV buildings. Getting in will not be easy.

Luis: You'll have to find someone else, man. I mean, it's not my thing. I ain't qualified for that shit.

Bulgarin: I'm sorry. I wasn't discussing your career development. I was telling you what to do. Now fuck off and go.

Dialogue

Timur: Wait up, asshole.

Timur: We go to heliport in Fishmarket South.

or:

Timur: We must pick up chopper. Go to heliport.

Luis: Hey I'm sorry to break up your party, man. You looked like you were having fun.

Timur: Mr. Ray wanted me to keep watch on you. Make sure you do what told.

Luis: Hey I don't need no watcher.

Timur: Mr. Ray think you do.

Luis: Shit.

Timur: You think I want be here?

Luis: Whatever.

Timur: Okay.

Luis: So?

Timur: So fucking what?

Luis: So, what's up, bro?

Timur: Fuck off.

Luis: Chill, man. I'm just trying to converse with you. My job is hospitality and...

Timur: Your job is kill Marki Ashvilli for Ray Bulgarin.

Luis: Timur, bro, I like to think I can talk to people. I try to put them at east, make 'em open up.

Timur: Sure, they open up when you shoot in their head. You put people in the ground, my friend. You killer like me. That what Bulgarin want you to do, so that what you do. Hospitality is for weaklings.

Luis: You're hard work, bro.

Timur: Fuck you. You are hard work. Don't even know what you are.

Luis: Hey, I know who I am. Sure, I do bad shit, but that ain't who I'm going to be forever.

Timur: Have heard this before.

Luis: Fuck off.

Timur: You want me to shut up? Good.

Luis: Good. Great. Total fucking silence from here on in.

Luis: You a fucking terrible conversationalist, T.

Luis: My lips are sealed.

Luis: You ain't getting a peep outta me.

Luis: Fuck, bro, in the future, can we just listen to the radio on these trips.

Luis: Not a word...

Luis: You need some people skills, bro. You're sorely lacking right now.

Luis: Total fucking silence...

(Luis drives to the heliport)

Timur: Take command of chopper.

Timur: Here, I have a headset for you. This is so we communicate when you in building.

Luis: Great. Thanks.

Luis: Can you tell me what the plan is?

Timur: Ashvilli office is in MeTV building. You no going to get in from ground so you come in from above.

Luis: Out the chopper? Great.

Timur: Is not so tough. I would do but there is chance Ashvilli's people come for my family back in home place.

Luis: And you ain't worried about my family?

Timur: No.

Luis: Tell me why we can't just land on the building.

Timur: You think they would not notice chopper landing on building? You must go in silent.

Luis: Perfect.

Timur: When you get in building I will give instructions through headset. You kill Ashvilli, send message and leave building. I pick you up on ground.

Luis: Sounds real tough for you, tough guy.

Timur: Okay, you soon need jump. I will fly chopper.

Luis: Fuck this!

Timur: You going to splat if you no pull cord soon.

Timur: Have fun in there.

Luis: You gotta remind me why I'm doing this.

Russian: I think I see someone on the roof. Look into it.

Russian: This shit die now.

Russian: We have him now.

Russian: I'm going to shoot this bitch in the balls.

Luis: I'm in.

Timur: How you do in there?

Luis: Having fun, bro. You should come join me.

Timur: You still alive?

Luis: No thanks to you, motherfucker.

Luis: Timur, you there? What you doing?

Timur: I wait for you to kill this asshole.

Luis: You 're missing out on all the fun here, Timur.

Timur: Glad you enjoy yourself. I knew you had it in you.

Timur: You done yet?

Luis: Chill out, bro. I'm lucky to still be alive.

Russian: How'd he get in here?

Luis: How the fuck did I get involved with these Russians?

Timur: I hear that.

Timur: Wakey. Wakey. Where you at?

Luis: I'ms till in here cutting through these assholes. I tell you when I'm done!

Luis: If you buy this team, you gonna have to get a new office.

Timur: Faggot - always thinking of interior decoration. Just get job done.

Luis: Hey, you the guy I'm looking for?

Ashvilli: This is political assassination. Protect me.

Ashvilli: Sacrifice yourselves! Your families will be rewarded.

Ashvilli: Kill him, you idiots!

Ashvilli: He's from the Kremlin. I knew they'd send someone.

Ashvilli: A million dollars to the man who brings me his head.

Ashvilli: It was the little Latin girl, I thought she was of age. She looked old for her age, okay. We all have our weaknesses. What is it? Did the Kremlin send you? You fucking piece of shit. Tell me who you are?

Luis: Timur, you hear me? I took out your guy.

Russian: That's the guy who killed Ashvilli.

Luis: Oh shit!

Timur: Okay. Now you got to go. I am outside in truck. Come out window.

Russian: Get him! Get him!

Luis: There's a whole fucking lot of you.

Luis: I'm just a guy doing his job, just like you.

(Timur drives the bus to Bus lane)

Timur: Mr. Ray will be pleased Ashvilli no more around.

Luis: Yeah, great. Tell him I'm not his fucking hitman, okay. That's not why I'm hanging with him.

Timur: I am sorry, Mr. Hospitality man. You do what Mr. Ray says, that's it. I see you soon.

Luis: Stick your guitar up your fucking ass.