Three Leaf Clover/Script

Pre mission text message

I told my brothers about ya. Got a big job planned. Put on a suit, a tie, and some good shoes and get over here. Costs a fucking shit load but the only place to go for that shit is Perseus in Algonquin.

Script

Patrick: There he is - Niko Bellic. Niko, these are my two brothers, well two of my brothers, the two that count. Derrick and Gerald.

Niko: Hi.

Patrick: Derrick has just returned to the family fold after a good few years in the Old Country, involved in the struggle. Sort of like you, I'd imagine... And Gerry... Gerry's the man. And you remember Michael? St Michael...

Michael: Yeah, hey.

Niko: Yes, yes, it's, uh, nice to meet you.

Patrick: Niko is a trip, man, I met him through that Puerto Rican coke dealer...

Gerald: So you want to involved him in family business? What do you know about him?

Patrick: What I know is he likes a fight, and he ain't the fucking law.

Gerald: Oh,no offense mister... that ain't good enough.

Patrick: Well it's good enough for me.

Michael: He's a good lad, Gerry.

Gerald: Was I talking to you, you inbred halfwit? I make a point of not talking to the unfortunate victims of brother sister marriages.

Michael: Don't you speak about my parents like that.

Gerald: Aww, you're like fucking Cleopatra... Fifteen generations of brother sisters fucking, and you're so thick you take orders off my idiot brother Packie... who's so stupid he had to tattoo his name on his arm.

Niko: If there is a problem, I'll go. No trouble. I have other ways of making money.

Patrick: There's no problem. Gerry juts likes to think he knows best about everything, which is why he's been married three times already and still won't admit he likes men.

Gerald: Nah, no problem. I'll leave you boys to it. Don't screw up. Packie, take care of Derrick, he's been away. And you... nothing personal, but don't fuck with my family, or I will fuck with yours.

Dialogue

Patrick: Alright, we're heading to the Southern Algonquin branch of the Bank of Liberty. Niko, you're the designated driver.

Niko: Let's to this.

Patrick: Alright, here's how the shit is going down. We're gonna go inside and each take down a security guard. Me and St. Michael here are gonna handle the civilians while Niko and Derrick manage the employees. Anyone tried anything, you put them down hard. Once the situation has been controlled, Derrick's going to rig the vault door with explosive.

Derrick: I got enough PE4 here to get through anything they throw at us.

Michael: PE4, I ain't never heard of that.

Patrick: It's some limey name for C4 that Derrick here picked up over there.

Derrick: I ain't having this argument with you, Patrick. Safe to say, what we're using is controllable enough to go through any vault door without incinerating whatever's inside. Not going to leave much residue on the notes either so they should be washable.

Patrick: They're going to be washable alright. Can't wait to see what sort of kick C4 residue is going to give me when I snort up a line of chop through one of them notes.

Derrick: First, you're a fucking charmer, Patrick. Second, it's PE4 not C4.

Patrick: Whatever, at least I'm honest about my habits, Derrick.

Derrick: You know nothing about nothing, Patrick. I'm honest about me demons.

Patrick: Hit the needle on the old head there did I, Derrick?

Michael: The expression is hit the nail on the head, Packie?

Patrick: Really Michael? You don't think I know that? Gerry was right about you, Mikey. Your parents must have been twins to produce a kid as dumb as you. I'm surprised you ain't got three eyes, no balls and a club foot.

Michael: Don't bring my parents into this, Packie.

Patrick: Alright, alright. Do we all know what we're doing? Once the vault door blows, I want Niko and Michael to go down into the vault to get the money while me and my brother handle the crowd control.

Niko: All makes sense to me. If you guys can stop arguing for a few minutes then I think we might be okay.

(The four arrive at the bank)

Derrick: Let's make this clean, boys. No civilian casualties.

(The four enter the bank)

Patrick: None of you fucking fucks move. Get on the floor.

Michael: None of yous is gonna get a medal for playing hero. All you's gonna get is a bullet to the heart.

Derrick: Don't none of you worry about nothing. We're here for the bank's money, it's going to a greater cause.

Patrick: Shut up and handle the safe.

Derrick: Open the door.

Niko: Open the door.

Derrick: Open the door!

Niko: Open the fuckin' door.

Employee: Okay... okay... wait a minute. I got it.

Niko: Get on the floor... now!

Employee: But sir...

Niko: You too.

Employee: Okay, okay.

Eugene Reaper: Hey? Yo? I'm a gun club member. I'm gonna take these rookies downtown. Are you with me? Hey, what's your name, son?

Luis Lopez: Luis... but this ain't such a good idea bro.

Eugene Reaper: Yeah? They said catching that pass at my high school championship football game was a "bad idea" cause I broke my leg in thirteen places. But... I scored a touchdown and won the game. The world is built out of bad ideas, my friend.

Derrick: Come one. The PE4 has been moulded and is set to explode in sixty seconds. Now listen people, we're your friends. Me and me brother here, we..

Patrick: Why're you tellin' them we're brothers, you idiot? That's going to make it hard for them to find us, isn't it?

Derrick: I'm trying to be honest with these people. We've put them through a lot today.

Patrick: Fuck these people, fuck your cause. That shit's over. Ireland's not the only thing that's green, dollars are too.

Derrick: Now you've said bloody Ireland, that's gonna narrow the search ain't it?

Patrick: Fuck you, take the needle out your arm then tell me what to do.

Derrick: I'll let you tell me what to do, when you stop shoving half of Bolivia up your nose every Saturday night!

Eugene Reaper: Motherfucker!

(Eugene draws a concealed pistol and kills Michael)

Niko: Fuck!

Patrick: We told you not to fuck with us! Shit, Michael! Saint fucking Michael!

(The PE4 explodes)

Derrick: Fucking shit!

Patrick: Get the money. Me and my brother will watch the kids.

(Niko goes to the vault and collects the money)

Derrick: Everyone keep your heads down.

(Niko goes back to Derrick and Patrick)

Niko: I got all the money I could. There's still some in there though.

Patrick: We ain't got time to go back in. Let's move out, boys.

(NOOSE and LCPD show up at the bank)

NOOSE: Move in! Move in! Go! Go! Go! Go! Come on, let's do this people.

LCPD: Let's handle this peacefully. We have you surrounded.

or:

LCPD: You're trapped. Lay your weapons down and surrender.

Patrick: It's a bacon factory out there. Shit.

Patrick: We got company, people.

(the three run through the subway tracks)

Patrick: You coulda mixed the explosive better couldn't ya, Derrick?

Derrick: And you coulda been more careful of your boy Michael. He should be with us right now.

Niko: Michael was unlucky. It wasn't anybody's fault what happened to him and the explosives did its job. Both of you shut the fuck up.

(The three get out of the service exit)

Patrick: Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, Michael. Dammit. I coulda been nice to him for once in my fucking life. Kid only wanted to help.

Derrick: He loved you, Packie. He was happy you spoke to him. Didn't matter what you was saying.

Patrick: Yeah, well, now I gotta explain to his folks that their son is lying dead on the floor of a bank in Algonquin.

Derrick: We'll give them his cut. When your kid is living the life, you gotta expect someone to come through the door and break this sorta news.

Niko: That does not make it any easier to hear. And we aren't safe yet.

Patrick: Eyes on the road, Niko. We don't want you to have to break no bad news to our ma.

Niko: Neither do I.

Failing the mission

Derrick dies

Patrick: Me brother's bought it. Shit, Derrick... We lost Michael and Derrick, it ain't worth it.