Riot (GTA VC)/Script< Riot (GTA VC)
Ken Rosenberg: Avery, it goes without saying...Tommy! Tommy! Any progress? No, no, no - tell me later, tell me later. Tommy, this is Avery Carrington - I believe you met at the party?
Tommy Vercetti: Not in person.
Avery Carrington: Howdy.
Ken Rosenberg: Avery here has a proposition.
(Tommy leans over towards Ken, quiet voice)
Tommy Vercetti: Haven't we got other things on our minds?
Ken Rosenberg: I'm trying to keep the wolves from the door, so could you please cut me some slack? I'm stretched like a wire and even if I'm dead by the end of the week, I'd like to think that I didn't die poor.
Avery Carrington: Now just calm down, both of you. Son, you help me and any greaseballs giving you a hard time, I'll see to it they take a long dirt nap.
Tommy Vercetti: OK. What could I do for ya'?
Avery Carrington: This delivery company's got its depot on some prime land. They won't sell. They're hanging on like a big old prairie rat, so we gotta go in there and smoke that vermin out. Head on down there and stir up a hornet's nest. The security will have their hands full and then you can sneak in and put 'em out of business.
Ken Rosenberg: And you could drop by Rafael's for a change of clothes. You might be there a while, but yeah, go for it.
Tommy Vercetti: Should be a riot.
Avery Carrington: If the balls drop like they should, stop by my office sometime...
(Tommy leaves Ken's office)
Tommy Vercetti: Who are these pricks anyway? Lawyer pricks, rug-wearing pricks! I'm surrounded by pricks!
(Tommy drives to Rafaels, changes into some coveralls and drives to the Spand Express depot)
Security Guard: Please disperse. The management will discuss grievances in the proper matter.
Security Guard: Please disperse. This is inappropriate!
Security Guard: Please disperse. Go back to your homes!
Security Guard: Please disperse. You'll end up living on the streets!
(Tommy starts a riot. Spand Express workers begin fighting each other)
Security Guard: Sticks out boys, let's crack some commie skulls.
Post mission phone call
Juan Cortez: Hola, is this Mr. Vercetti?
Tommy Vercetti: Yeah.
Juan Cortez: This is Cortez. You were at my party?
Tommy Vercetti: Yeah, I remember.
Juan Cortez: Mr. Vercetti, it was a most unfortunate incident happened with your business deal.
Tommy Vercetti: I know.
Juan Cortez: I want you to know me, and my people are doing thier utmost to get to the bottom of it. If you'd like to talk to me more privately , you can find me at the boat, eh? Good day, senor.