I Need Your Clothes, Your Boots, and Your Motorcycle/Script

Kate: Oh, there he is... the sophisticated European!

Niko: I don't know about that.

Kate: So, how are you?

Niko: Alright, yeah.

Maureen: Kate! Don't stand there talking to him on the door step, ask him in...

Kate: Come in. Ma, you remember the boys' friend, Niko?

Maureen: How are you?

Niko: Good, and you?

Maureen: Put it like this, my boys are out of control, my daughter can't find a man, and my husband is in hell. I'm thinking... God moves in mysterious ways.

Kate: That's Mother for you. Always a joy.

Gerald: Niko! You made it, huh?

Kate: Well, I'll leave you to your men's talk. I hope you impress each other.

Gerald: Hey, look at me. Yeah. Yeah... I thought so. You'll do fine.

Niko: Fine at what?

Gerald: Some gimp work for the Pegorinos. I owe them. Oh, please... I'd do it myself, but I think I'm being watched by the cops, someone. I think I'm about to get pinched again.

Niko: Shit, really?

Gerald: Yeah. It's happened before. I keep seeing the same car watching. All it means is someone's been speaking, we just have to find out who and make 'em stop. In the meantime, I'm gonna chill things out for a bit. So... I need your help.

Niko: Okay.

Gerald: Attaboy... come on, got something to show you. Now Pegorino's a funny guy. Seems like his main motivation is putting his Guernsey crew on par with the five old families. Ancelottis being the weakest, he's decided to stir shit up for 'em. Now, the Ancelottis have an uneasy alliance with some Albanians. They use them as hitmen, thugs, bullies.

Niko: I know the type.

Gerald: Much like Jimmy the Guido uses us. So. What you're gonna do is disguise yourself as an Albanian, and then go whack Frankie Garone, an Ancelotti long time capo.

Niko: Sure. Which Albanian?

Gerald: This one.