Party's Over/Script

The following is a script of the mission Party's Over in The Ballad of Gay Tony.

Script

Vincenzo: That's what I told them. That shit would have never happened back in the day.

Luis: What's up, ladies? Still living the high life, I see?

Rocco: Fuck you.

Luis: What are you doing here? Cruising?

Vincenzo: Very funny.

Rocco: You know, Mr. Ancelotti's still blaming all that diamond shit for Gracie's kidnap.

Luis: Well, you did bring the heat down on the club, so...I can understand why they blame you.

Rocco: And those chinks they're still fucking pissed at that dispute of ours.

Luis: Again, fair enough.

Rocco: Whatever. It don't matter, alright, what matters... is the Russian has come to Mr. Ancelotti and said he wants the head of anyone involved with the diamonds. Now, on top of all that Gracie and chink shit, the Old Man is pissed. He wants blood. I think we can cut a deal - we give him one body. Alright? So basically, it's you or Tony. One of you has to die. Me and Vince would prefer to work with you in the clubs, over the faggot, so you're lucky. You kill Tony, you get to keep the clubs, you and us together, partners. Either that, or the Russian is gonna send some serious people around to whack you and the fag... with Ancelotti's sanction.

Vincenzo: Yeah, you'll both get whacked.

Luis: You're way out of your league kid. And you? You're a fucking loser, hanging out with children living a fantasy life. I ain't killing Tony. But I may be about to kill you two fucks though.

Rocco: Then you're a dead man. You and your family and those spic drug dealers you hang out with. You're all dead. It's your choice.

Vincenzo: It ain't our fault.

Luis: Fuck you.

Rocco: Think about it, I'll be in touch. Fuckin' spic.

Dialogue

Vincenzo: Oh!

Rocco: There he is.

Tony: Thank god you got here, Luis. These fucking guys... Talk to them. Tell them we can figure it out.

Luis: It ain't that simple, Tone.

Tony: Sure it is. We got money coming. We can expand. Refurb. Rebrand. I'm an earner. I'm a survivor. I've been in this game since 1987.

Rocco: Ouch. The terrible irony. You better tell him.

Luis: Tony, man...

Tony: What?

Luis: Things are kind of fucked, man. These guys, man, these fucking guys! You never should have brought them in, man. Now, someone's gotta... you know.

Vincenzo: The Mex is with us now.

Tony: You gotta be fucking kidding me.

Rocco: Times change, Tony. Your brand of charming homosexuality, it's kind of run out of steam. Someone has to pay for what's gone down.

(Rocco takes a pistol from Vincenzo and throws it to Luis)

Rocco: Do it.

Luis: I'm sorry. I'm sorry, man.

Tony: After all we've been through, Lou!

Luis: I'm sorry, T. You... you was family, man. But it's either you, or all of us.

Rocco: The Russians are coming, man. We don't got time for this gay shit.

Vincenzo: Fucking pop him already.

(Luis aims the pistol at Tony but then aims it at Vincenzo and shoots him in the head)

Rocco: You fucking moron!

Luis: Hey, I had second thoughts, man.

Rocco: You fucking killed yourself just then. There's Russians, fucking everyone, they're coming after you, the Old Man, you're fucking dead, the both of you. They're coming any second and they're expecting corpses.

Luis: We better not disappoint then...

Tony: Keep your head, Lou. He's a made guy.

Luis: Fuck him.

Tony: Alright, get out of here, Rocco. This is for the Old Man and that's it.

Rocco: You're a dead man, Taco.

Luis: Get out of my club, you fucking mook!

(Rocco leaves)

Luis: You sure that was smart?

Tony: Are you sure not shooting me was smart? I don't think so... Ah...alright, if we're gonna operate we're gonna need some - some goodwill here.

Luis: What now?

Tony: I don't know! Didn't he say the Russians are coming?

Luis: It doesn't stop, does it?

(Russian hitmen begin to storm the club)

Tony: This must be them. Fuck!

Tony: They didn't give us a second, did they? Shit!

Tony: Shit, they're here already!

(Luis begins to fight off the hitmen)

Tony: Now we really need a refurb!

Tony: Not the fucking palms! Asshole.

Tony: Do you know how much that paintwork cost, you assholes?

Tony: This is my club, you bastards!

Tony: No fucking respect, these dicks!

Tony: My beautiful fucking club.

Luis: Fuck off. Conyo.

Luis: Get the fuck out of Maisonette, asshole.

Luis: Naw you don't, bro.

Luis: You ain't welcome here.

Luis: Get out of our club.

Luis: You want bodies, we give you fuckin' bodies.

Tony: Rocco wasn't bullshitting about the Russian hit squad!

Luis: Must have been the first time in his life he wasn't talking shit!

Tony: Where's Dessie when we need him?

Luis: Laying low, boss. This ain't his fight.

(Reinforcements arrive)

Tony: You didn't tell me there were this many, Luis!

Tony: Are you joking? More of these bastards?

Tony: Perfect. More goons to ruin my club!

Tony: Oh shit! How many of these guys are there?

Tony: He's got a fucking army! There's more of them here!

Tony: Fuck, there's even more of them!

Tony: I bet you wished you killed me now, Lou.

Luis: One of us goes out, we both go out.

(After Luis kills the hitmen, Dessie calls Tony)

Tony: Fuck, Dessie. You serious? Get the fuck out of here. Thank you.

or:

Tony: Dess, that you? Oh shit. Run. For God's sake, run while you still can!

Tony: D, what's happening? You're fucking kidding me. Get out of here.

(More hitmen arrive at the club)

Tony: A whole lot more of them are arriving outside.

Luis: Then we gonna have to go meet 'em, boss. It's got to end sometime.

Tony: I'll get massacred if I walk out there.

Tony: I'll be no good to you out there. Come on.

Tony: Any of them come through here, I'll have your back covered.

Tony: I can't go out there. Get rid of them, Lou.

Tony: Shit. Shit. Shit. Can you get rid of these badly dressed pricks?

Tony: Please! Get out here.

Tony: Take them out, Lou. Please.

Tony: Shit, Lou. I'm not built to handle these fucks.

(Luis goes outside to fight off the hitmen)

Luis: Get out of our town.

Luis: Yeah, you fuck.

Luis: You fucked up coming here.

Luis: You the best Bulgarin can afford, you pussies?

Luis: Fucking assholes.

Luis: We fucked up your boys, we'll fuck you up too.

Luis: Come on, bitches. You want to step to this?

Luis: Where that fuck Timur, yo?

(More arrive)

Luis: You fucking kidding me? Even more of them?

Luis: He sent more guys? What a fucking idiot. Killing him will be fun.

(Luis kills all of the Russian hitmen)

Luis: Yo, boss! I think we clear out here. Come out.

Tony: You tried to kill me, Lou. You wanted to fucking kill me!

Luis: Tony, man, what the fuck? We got through it. We beat them.

Tony: Who'd we beat? A couple of goons? The guys who wanted us dead are still out there! I'm done. I'm packing up and I'm leaving town. I'm heading to a spa town in the desert. It's been nice knowing you.

Luis: Don't be stupid, T. T, please don't be stupid. I'll just come find you. Shit.