Dust Off/Script

Contact: Come in. You're late... and please calm down out there.

Niko: Excuse me?

Contact: I didn't give you a free pass to act like an asshole. You're bringing a lot of heat. Hanging out with bad people, doing bad things, making idiot moves.

Niko: I'm an idiot. I move...

Contact: True... but the last thing I need is you getting caught.

Niko: Why? Because I lead them to you in some plea bargain thing?

Contact: To me? Who am I? There's a hundred guys in this building alone who fit my description. Middle aged men, paunchy, glasses... you bring them here? What's this? Empty office, leased to a man who died in the last days of Vietnam... Call me up. My number never existed. No. I'm not too worried about that. I mean, I think you'll end up on a flight deck, but that's your business.

Niko: Then what?

Contact: Because you're good! Because I need you to keep being good. And you re getting distracted. Funny, yeah. Good. I need someone neutralized. Guy is moving a lot of money for terrorists... Whatever. It doesn't really matter. The guy's gotta go. But I need to know his movements first. How? I've got something that's going to help you. Head over to Albany Avenue in Lancet and give me a call. Go.

Niko: Can I get paid for this? Can I get a medal?

Contact: Did you get a medal in your last war?

Niko: What did you give Michelle? For me.

Contact: Michelle? Karen. We gave her her life back. We didn't play too rough. We gave her some money. She still works for us.

Niko: What about me?

Contact: We'll discuss that later.