End of Chapter/Script
The following is a script of the mission End of Chapter in The Lost and Damned.
Script
Jim: Hey, here comes the big man.
Johnny: Gentlemen.
Jim: What's happening Johnny?
Johnny: Hey, what's the plan?
Jim: We spoke to that fat fuck Brian. He wants to sit down, call a truce.
Johnny: Brian wants a truce? Fuck that, let's go get him.
Jim: That's what I'd thought you'd say.
Dialogue
(Johnny, Jim, Terry and Clay head towards the docks)
Jim: Looking forward to seeing Brian?
Johnny: Maybe you should do the talking, man. I don't know if I can trust myself.
Jim: Hey man, last thing I want is to talk to that sniveling little shit bag.
Johnny: These are tough times. How's Jackie feel about what's going down?
Jim: She just doesn't want to see the kid grow up without a father.
Johnny: None of us do, James. Don't worry about that.
(The four arrive at the docks)
Jim: This is where he said he'd be.
or:
Jim: He should be around here somewhere.
Brian: Here comes Tweedle Dum and Tweedle fucking Dumber. Billy was always good to you and you ratted him out.
Johnny: Billy is a one way S.O.B. And he don't give a shit about the brothers.
Brian: No, nuh-uh.
Johnny: You think Billy'd stick his neck out for you? You're dumber than I thought.
Brian: "You're dumber than I thought, you're dumber than I though." I knew you'd say that, just knew you'd say that. You're so predictable, Johnny Little-dick-o-witz.
Jim: What a baby.
Johnny: Yeah, and your babysitter, Billy's on the inside now. So it's bedtime for you motherfucker. Get the fuck out of town.
Brian: Not your call, Jew boy. You're the one taking a nap. Put these assholes in the ground, brothers.
(Brian's faction of the Lost attacks Johnny, Jim, Terry and Clay)
Jim: Get these traitorous bastards.
or:
Jim: Let's take these assholes out, John boy.
Jim: Fucking Brian. Get these guys, Johnny.
Lost: Yeah. Yeah.
Lost: Yee haw!
Lost: Let's do this you Judas Assholes!
Lost: Here we go.
Lost: Whoooo. Yeah.
Lost: So long, assholes.
Lost: You're out, brothers.
Lost: Come on. Come on.
Lost: You're out, brothers.
Lost: We never wanted you in the first place.
Jim: This shit is fucked up.
Jim: We're meant to be your brothers.
Jim: You fucking assholes.
Jim: Let's take these assholes out, John boy.
Jim: You're a dead man, Brian.
Jim: If Billy wasn't inside I'd kill him myself.
Jim: Anyone who's dumb enough to throw in with Brian's getting killed.
Jim: You're gonna pay for this, traitors.
Johnny: Brian, you little fuck, stay here and fight.
Johnny: This is all on you, Brian.
Johnny: Where you running to, Brian?
Johnny: Fucking Brian, you bitch.
Johnny: Part time fucks.
Johnny: You backstabbing fucks.
Johnny: Brothers for life, my ass.
Johnny: You're on the wrong side of this dispute, brothers.
Johnny: The Lost is fucked because of you, Brian.
Johnny: You're out of the club, assholes.
Jim: Assholes on bikes, watch it John.
Jim: I always thought Brian was a double crossing little shit.
Johnny: Interesting because I thought he was actually an ass kissing double crossing little shit.
Johnny: Clubhouse ain't exactly gonna be crowded after this.
Jim: Crowded with R.I.P. plaques maybe.
Jim: Where'd Brian go?
Johnny: He sneaked away as soon as the fighting kicked off. Usual pussy move for that prick.
Jim: Feels so fucking wrong to take out brothers.
Johnny: Don't I know it, man. But what choice do we got? It's them or us!
(Reinforcements show up in a van)
Jim: Looks like Brian's got more buddies in this van.
or:
Jim: Dammit, Brian's brought in some fucking ringers.
Jim: Blow up the oil drums.
or:
Jim: Shoot the barrels. Send The Lost MC to Hell.
Jim: Those barrels explode good, Johnny.
(If an oil drum is shot)
Jim: Lost MC goin' up in flames, so sad.
Jim: Ain't the flames pretty?
(Another van of reinforcements show up)
Jim: Eyes open, Johnny. There's another van of 'em on it's way.
or:
Jim: Another van coming.
(Reinforcements show up on bikes)
Jim: Cavalry incoming, man.
or:
(More reinforcements arrive)
Jim: More assholes, look out.
(More reinforcements on foot arrive)
Jim: Look out! Check that wall, Johnny.
or:
Jim: Watch the perimeter, man. They're coming over the wall.
Jim: They're coming over the wall, man.
(Brian's faction is killed and more show up on bikes but leave)
Jim: Johnny boy, get your bike. These fools are trying to get away.
or:
Jim: Come on, man. We can't let these pricks get away.
(Johnny and Jim begin to chase the bikers)
Jim: Pour on the coals, Johnny. Come on.
Jim: Pin it, man. We can't lose 'em.
Jim: Twist the wick, my brother. These guys aren't getting away.
Jim: Faster, Johnny.
Jim: Hit the throttle, man. We gotta catch them.
(Johnny kills the bikers)
Johnny: Too bad, fucko.
Johnny: So long, you back-stabbing Judas prick.
Johnny: That taste nice, asshole?
(Johnny kills the bikers and returns to Jim)
Jim: Looks like we're about all that's left of the Alderney chapter, man.
Johnny: We don't need numbers, man. We need brothers. And that's what we got left. You, me, Angus, Terry, Clay - brothers.
Jim: You're right about that.
Johnny: Shit, I wish we'd pinned down Brian. That little weasel.
Jim: He'll turn up soon enough.
Johnny: Yeah. Maybe. See you soon, brother.
Alternate dialogue
Jim: I got another one of those calls from the cops or the feds or whoever.
Johnny: What'd you say to 'em?
Jim: I told them to go fuck themselves. I may be an asshole but I won't talk about my brothers. That much I do know.
Failing the mission
Brian's faction escapes
Johnny: Those damn traitorous bastards got away from us, Jim. I'm sorry.
Jim: Don't apologize, Johnny. Brian's the one with something to be sorry for. Another time.