Jamaican Heat/Script

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The following is a script of Jamaican Heat in Grand Theft Auto IV.


(Niko walks in to Roman who is speaking over his radio)

Roman: Head into town. I don't give a fuck if the bridge is bus, you're a cab driver! Hey [to Niko]. Hello, Roman Bellic Enterprises... No. Mr. Bellic has stepped away from his office, can I take a message? Okay... great... no, I'm not gay. Yes, I'll tell him. Car seven, head to South Slopes. Come on, where are you, Mohammed? Hello, Roman Bellic's ofi... Shit. Fucking battery. This is chaos!

Niko: Capitalism is a dirty business.

Roman: Yeah... like war?

Niko: Not exactly.

Roman: No. Maybe not. When you going to tell me properly about what happened? I'm not going to judge you.

Niko: Ahh... when you got time.

(Phone rings and Roman hangs up)

Roman: There, I have time.

Niko: Another time. Can I help?

Roman: Okay. Yes... go pick up my friend, Little Jacob... he's a good man. Likes to smoke a bit. Look after him. He is on Oneida Avenue in South Slopes. Niko, man, we should talk some time - I'm a good listener.

Niko: Whatever, man.

(Niko leaves and the phone rings)

Roman: Mohammed, where the fuck are... Oh! Miss Weinstock, no no, not you... what can I do for you today?


(Niko pick ups Little Jacob)

Little Jacob: Alright breda, forward a Dillon Street, in Schottler. Ya Niko? The one me man Roman's been talking about all this time? Cousin Niko, gonna help Roman take over de world and ting?

Niko Bellic: I guess so.

Little Jacob: Respect. Alright, alright. We going to this spot where I need ya to wait for I, seen? I gotta ask ya another favor, too.

Nico Bellic: Go for it.

Little Jacob: Can you take dis piece? Ya hear any ting bad going down, you come and help, sight?

Niko Bellic: Are you worried about this? I know how to use a gun if you want me to keep watch on things.

Little Jacob: Realness brother, you are me man Roman's cousin. Thanks, respect. This ras clot has a rukus with me breden Real Badman de other day. I want to make peace, but Jah know what type of shit they might pull off.

(Niko and Jacob arrive at the location)

Little Jacob: Alright. Thre be a spot up there. Watch out for any badness.

Niko Bellic: Sure.

(Three gang members arrive)

Little Jacob: What dis? I thought there was only going to be one of yous coming?

Gang Member: Jacob, Jacob, Jacob... we have te teach Badman his lesson and ting.

(They start shooting)

Little Jacob: Shit, Niko. Get these bloodclots.

Gang Member: Rhaatid, someone be inna de ground.

(the three are killed and another one shows up)

Little Jacob: There be another one, Niko. Check him.

(the last Jamaican is killed)

Little Jacob: Sorry for maga dog, maga dog turn round bite you. Come here back a' homebrew café. You a real creation stepper, Niko, righteous wit dat piece.

Niko: I have had much experience.

Little Jacob: I tink we could do some work together and tings. Inna the future, you know?

Niko: I am always looking for work, if it pays.

Little Jacob: Here's me number. Mek we link up soon.