Introduction (GTA VC)/Script
Sonny Forelli: Tommy Vercetti...Huh! Shit. Didn't think they'd ever let him out.
Mafia goon: He kept his head down, helps people forget.
Sonny Forelli: People will remember soon enough. When they see him walking down the streets of their neighborhoods. It will be bad for business.
Mafia goon: Well, what are we gonna do, Sonny?
Sonny Forelli: We treat him like an old friend and keep him busy out of town, OK? We been talking about expanding down South, right? Vice City is twenty-four carat gold these days. The Colombians, the Mexicans, hell, even those Cuban refugees are cutting themselves a piece of some nice action.
Mafia goon: But it's all drugs, Sonny. None of the families will touch that shit.
Sonny Forelli: Times are changing. The families can't keep their backs turned while our enemies reap the rewards. So, we send someone down to do the dirty work for us... and cut ourselves a nice, quiet slice. OK? Who's our contact down there?
Mafia goon: Ken Rosenberg, schmuck of a lawyer. How's he gonna hold Vercetti's leash?
Sonny Forelli: We don't need him to. We just set him loose in Vice City. We give him a little cash to get started, OK? Give it a few months. Then we go down. Pay him a little visit, right? See how he's doing.
(Escobar International Airport, Vice City)
Ken Rosenberg: Hey, hey, guys! It's, uh, Ken Rosenberg here! Hey! Heh, heh, hey, great, hey! Well, uh, I'm gonna drive you guys to the meet, okay? Now, I've talked to the suppliers and they are very, huh-ha, keen to start a business relationship, so, uh, if all goes well, we should, uh, be doing very nicely for ourselves, which is, y'know... good.. Okay, so. They're brothers, okay. One operates the uh, the business, and the other one does the flying.
(Ken Rosenberg drives Tommy, Harry and Lee to the meet point in Viceport)
Ken Rosenberg: Ok, that's them in the chopper. All right, here's the deal. They want a straight exchange on open ground. All right? Ok. Stay tight, let's go. All right. Take it easy, now.
Tommy Vercetti: Got it?
Victor Vance: 100% pure grade-A Colombian, my friend.
Tommy Vercetti: Let me see it.
Victor Vance: The greens?
Tommy Vercetti: Tens and twenties... used.
Victor Vance: I think we have a deal, my friend. HA HA!
(Diaz's men ambush the deal, killing Victor Vance, Harry and Lee)
Tommy Vercetti: Oh shit! Go on, get out of here! Drive!
(Ken Rosenberg drives Tommy back to his office in Vice Beach)
Ken Rosenberg: I poke my head out of the gutter for one freakin' second, and fate shovels shit in my face!
Tommy Vercetti: Go get some sleep.
Ken Rosenberg: What are you gonna do?
Tommy Vercetti: I'll drop by your office tomorrow, and we can start sorting this mess out.