Taking in the Trash/Script

Script

Ray: Hey, Niko.

Niko: Ray.

Ray: Take a seat.

Niko: Thank you.

Ray: So, you took care of that thing.

Niko: Yes.

Ray: I appreciate that... nah.

Niko: Hey, no.

Ray: I look after my friends... I got a lot of friends. Important friends. Jimmy Pegorino is a personal friend of mine, more or less... Hey, sweetheart.

Ashley: Hey.

Ray: My God, you look like shit. What's wrong?

Ashley: Nothing... I haven't been to bed yet. I've been smoking crystal.

Ray: You've been what? What are you a fucking idiot? White trash motherfucker. What is wrong with you?

Ashley: Gimme a break, okay? I feel like death.

Ray: Hey, hey, hey.

Ashley: What?

Ray: It's because I care... you know that.

Ashley: Yeah I know that.

Ray: Now, speaking of the ice...

Ashley: Yeah, they got it. They... they left it where you said. That's why I came over here. Can I get a Goddamn coffee here?

Ray: Yeah, you look like you could really use some Goddamn caffeine.

Ashley: I'm fucking coming down, asshole. I feel like death.

Ray: Fine, whatever. Ah... Niko, I need you to go collect some garbage for me.

Niko: Garbage?

Ray: Yeah... you wanted a career in waste disposal, now you got one.

Ashley: Can I get a Goddamned coffee over here?

Niko: What kind of garbage?

Ray: Garbage with a lot of ice in it.

Ashley: Today?

Ray: Go over to F between Columbus and Denver, there'll be a truck waiting there. Three guys, good guys, friends of mine. Main guy's name is Luca. Go.

Niko: Okay.

Ray: Hey, sugar. Come here. All this'll be over soon.

Ashley: You gotta stop me smoking this stuff, Ray. I'm fuckin' killin' myself.

Dialogue

(Niko finds the other three around the corner from the restaurant)

Niko: Luca?

Luca: Yeah, you Niko? This is Tunafish and Johnny Spaz. Tuna, Johnny, Niko.

Tuna: Hey.

Niko: So, we're all friends now.

Luca: Alright, Tuna, John Boy, you got the threads. Get on the back and get the trash. Come on! Let's go! Niko, here's your gear. You're driving. That cool? Let's roll!

Luca: First pickup's in Chinatown. Let's hit it.

Niko: So, someone's been throwing out a load of diamonds?

Luca: You could say that. Ray got that tweaker chick of his, the biker broad, you met her?

Niko: Yeah, she's pretty strung out.

Luca: Ray got her to get her friends to steal the ice off of some club owner guy. Her friends are the Lost biker gang.

Niko: I think I worked with a member of that gang up on Bohan. He was called Johnny or eh, something.

(Niko stops at the first spot and Tuna and Spaz pick up the bags)

Luca: Tuna, this is it. Grab the bag.

Tuna: Open up the back, will ya? Got it, let's go.

Luca: Next one's on H street. Move out, Nicky.

Niko: Did these bikers get so fucked on meth that they threw the ice away?

Luca: Nah. It seems the club owner's got more connections than a subway line. He's in with the Ancelottis, the Dominicans up in Northwood, everybody. Ray came up with this plan to keep a bit of distance between us and the robbery. The bikers is taking the heat for this shit.

Niko: This ain't the easiest way to pick this shit up, even if we don't want to attract any attention.

Luca: Yeah, me and Tuna was saying that before yous got here. We was saying that there's a lot of opportunities for this to go wrong. The bag could split. The diamonds could go missing real easy.

Niko: Thats why we're going to be extra careful, right? We wouldn't want that to happen, would we?

Luca: Course not. You know how pissed Ray would get if he found out some diamonds were missin'.

Niko: He has a temper?

Luca: Are you fuckin' kidding me? The manager of one of his waste depots was holding out on profits a couple a years back. Ray fed him to a dump truck. There was this point where the sounds of his screams stopped and all you could hear was his bones crushin', then the pop of his skull goin'. I nearly lost my lunch.

Niko: Nice.

(Niko stops at the second spot and Tuna and Spaz pick up the bags)

Luca: This is the other one, Tuna. Grab it.

Tuna: Yo, Nicky! Open up the back.

(A car full of armed occupants chase after the four)

Tuna: Shit, man. Looks like we got company.

Luca: Crap, someone's got wise to us. Let's get the hell outta here. Drive to Fishmarket South.

Niko: This truck is not really going to outrun anybody, is it?

Luca: You just gonna have to do your best. Ain't ya? We're not losing this ice. I'm not having Ray cut my balls off because you don't think this truck's fast enough.

Niko: I didn't say it was impossible. It's just going to be difficult.

Luca: This ain't fun.

Luca: We don't want none of those bags to break, Nicky.

Luca: Holy shit.

Luca: Shit, Nicky. Lose these fucks.

Tuna: Get us outta here, Nicky.

Tuna: We ain't doing too good back here.

Tuna: Me and Spaz ain't having fun.

Tuna: Fucking hell.

(Niko loses the pursuers)

Luca: Nice driving, Nicky. Looks like you lost 'em. Let's bring this ice home.

or:

Luca: They ain't on us no more. Good driving. Now all's you got to do is bring the ice home safe.