Keep Your Friends Close.../Script< Keep Your Friends Close...
(Tommy's office, Tommy Vercetti, Lance Vance and Ken Rosenberg.)
Tommy Vercetti: What's going on?
Ken Rosenberg: Tommy! Oh good, good. Listen, listen. Uh, listen, I like fish. I love fish. I love them as pets in bowls, or as food on a plate, but as much as I love em, I don't want to sleep with them. Okay, but right now your Italian brothers are coming from up there to fit me with some cement shoes, and I...
Tommy Vercetti: Shut up Ken. Sit down. Lance, what the hell's going on?
Lance Vance: It's your friends up north Tommy. They ain't too happy you capped their man. They're coming down to see the business today.
Tommy Vercetti: They took longer than I thought... Guys, we gotta make this final, we gotta leave no doubt that this operation is mine. Mine! Ken, you get the first run of counterfeit cash and put three mil in briefcases. Lance, you get the guys together...
(Vercetti Estate, Tommy, Lance, Ken and Sonny Forelli.)
Sonny Forelli: Tommy! What? No big hugs for your old buddy?
Tommy Vercetti: I've had fifteen years out of the loop, I'm a bit rusty on family etiquette.
Sonny Forelli: Always angry, eh Tommy? Didn't I say your temper would get you into trouble, huh?
Tommy Vercetti: There's three mil in the cases...
Sonny Forelli: How many was it? Ten? No, eleven men. That's how you get to be called the Harwood Butcher! Heh-heh-heh!
Tommy Vercetti: You sent me to kill one man, ONE MAN. They knew I was coming, Sonny...
Sonny Forelli: Tommy, Tommy, watch your tone... Anyone would think you blame me for that unfortunate set of circumstances.
Tommy Vercetti: Just take the money...
Sonny Forelli: Get the damn cash. You know, Tommy? I did what I could for you, I pulled strings, called in favors. I was your friend, Tommy. I hoped you'd see sense, see what's good for business. I trusted you, Tommy, and you disappointed me. But at least someone in your chicken shit organization knows how to do business. Isn't that right, Lance?
(Lance betrays Tommy and Ken.)
Lance Vance: I'm sorry Tommy. This is Vice City. This is business.
Tommy Vercetti: You sold us out...
Lance Vance: No, I sold YOU out, Tommy. I sold YOU out. The real cash is upstairs in the safe.
Sonny Forelli: Tommy, what was the big plan? You think I'd just take the fake cash? Save face and run away with my tail between my legs?!
Tommy Vercetti: No. I just wanted to piss you off before I kill you.
(Vercetti Estate. Tommy and Lance.)
Lance Vance: No one to cover your ass now, eh Tommy?
Tommy Vercetti: You're going down, you back stabbing prick!
Lance Vance: Oh you think so!
(Lance runs to the staircase.)
Tommy Vercetti: Come here you double-crossing piece of shit!
Lance Vance: You're history, Tommy, history!
(Vercetti Estate helipad. Tommy and Lance.)
Tommy Vercetti: This is the last dance for Lance Vance!
Lance Vance: I said I had enough of that at school!
(Tommy killed Lance.)
Tommy Vercetti: You picked the wrong side, Lance...
(Vercetti Estate, Tommy and Sonny.)
Tommy Vercetti: You took fifteen years from me Sonny... And now I'm gonna make you pay!
Sonny Forelli: You still don't get it do you! I OWN you, Tommy. Those fifteen years were mine to spend! Get him boys, he never understood a thing.
(Tommy kills Sonny. Vercetti Estate, Tommy and Ken.)
Ken Rosenberg: Tommy? Oh my god, Tommy! What happened?
Tommy Vercetti: What does it look like?
Ken Rosenberg: It looks like you ruined your suit! And Tommy, that was a beautiful suit! Tommy, what on earth happened?
Tommy Vercetti: I had a disagreement with a business associate, you know how it is.
Ken Rosenberg: Tommy, I have a disagreement, I send them an angry letter. Maybe I pee in their mailbox. I don't start World War III. You know, maybe you should speak to my shrink...
Tommy Vercetti: That stupid prick, Lance...
Ken Rosenberg: Tommy, I never liked that guy, okay? He's neurotic, he's insecure, he's self-centered - the guy's an asshole! I'm glad you took him out!
Tommy Vercetti: I don't think we're gonna be getting any more heat from up north, either... 'cause there ain't no 'up north', anymore. It's all down south now.
Ken Rosenberg: Wait, does that mean what I think it means...? Tommy, baby!
Tommy Vercetti: What do you think it means?
Ken Rosenberg: That we're in charge... I mean, that you're in charge. Oh, Tommy!
Tommy Vercetti: You know, Ken. I think this could be the beginning of a beautiful business relationship... After all, you're a conniving, backstabbing, two-bit thief, and I'm a convicted psychotic killer and drug dealer.
Ken Rosenberg: I know. Ain't it just beautiful?