Vic: VERY
SERIOUS
QUESTION, DUDE!
If you could go back in time...
WOULD YOU KILL HITLER???
Right now, you're thinking:
Well,
DUH!
ABSOLUTELY!
That guy was kind-of-a dick, dude!
But what if you'd met him whe he was JUST A KID?
When all he wanted to do was go to art school?!
And paint pictures of dogs!
You think you could still do it?
Murder him in COLD BLOOD?!
Next to the oil paintings
and the schnauzers??
Point I'm tryin' to make is:
not everyone
"starts off" evil,
dude.
People change over time!
Sometimes for the better!
And sometimes,
well...
*music plays in the distance*
*traffic noises and sirens*
*Yawns*
*sniff*
*Indistinct Chatter*
*Bathroom door closes*
*Dragging sound*
ORANGE: I hate you.
GREEN: He's here.
O: Blonde...
Bisexual...
BRIDESMAID!
G: He has an escort.
Four of his father's men and a civilian woman.
Plus whoever's with 'em upstairs.
O: That is the
UNICORN
OF CLUB GIRLS!
G: Comms are useless.
Music's too loud.
O: You know, I talk, and I talk
and I just don't feel like you LISTEN.
G: That's because YOU NEVER STO-
*loud knocking sounds*
-Heeey!-
-Duuude!-
-Hurry up in there!-
O: Good advice!
*Orange guy picks up something*
O: In and out.
No one knows
Easy.
This noise will cover anything!
G:That's NOT
an excuse.
O: I'll be on my best behaviour!
G: That's what worries me.
*knocking sounds*
-Duuude-
-COME OOOOOONNN!!-
O: Sam...
Are you ready?
Sam: Stick to codenames...
Guy: FUCK man!
I'm gonna piss my...
self...
*Pump sound*
Aaahh... occupied
*laughs nerviously*
Sorry-
Mmmmnn!!!
*Groaning*
*Muffled Chatter*
Goon 1: As long as they keep paying.
*knock, knock!*
*fighting sounds*
UGH!
Sam: How many men are here?!
Goon 2: Y... You fucking crazy!!!
Whu- Whuuuuuuh!
Agh!
*cough, cough*
O: Well, he said the C-word...
Guh!
Sam: I'm NOT
going to ask you
AGAIN.
*radio on*
-Rooftop's clear-
-Freddy-
-Where you at man?-
*radio off*
O: *sighs*
Shit.
Let me guess...
Freddy?
*radio on* -Yo, Freddy?-
-Answer your radio!-
*radio off*
Sam:
HOW
MANY
MEN?
Freddy: Six in the next room...
Two... at the entrance?
A couple more...
Agh...! I don't know where!
*radio on* -Freddy?-
-Man-
-If you don't pick up-
-There's gonna be problems!-
*radio off*
O: Tell your friends you're sick in the bathroom
and you'll be there when you can!
And make it convincing.
Yeah?
*click!*
Freddy: Hey! Uhh...
I- It's Freddy!
I'm... sick on the toilet!
Eh... Ate some bad food out of the storage room!
Uh... I'll be there soon!
*radio on*
-Got it.-
*radio off*
There...
We good?
O: ...
Why'd you mentioned the storage room Freddy?
Freddy:
HEY!
W- what are you doin'?
*STOMPS*
O: Oh boy...
You, REALLY, shouldn't have done that!
Dillon: N- NO! Wait!
*screams*
Goon 3: Right.
On, three!
One,
Two...
*Multiple Gunshots*
*Subtle beeping*
*Beeping getting faster*
OH SHIT!
*Explosion*
*Gunshots*
*Pop!*
*Kick!*
*Gunshot*
*Grunt*
*Punching Noises*
*Groan*
*Cling!*
*Gunshot*
*Blunt Force Trauma*
*THOMP*
*BAM!*
*Clank!*
*Gunshot*
*Clank!*
*Kick!*
*KICK!*
*Cling, Clang, Cling, Clang, Cling, Clang...*
*POW!*
*Gunshot*
*Gunshots!*
Sam: Advancing!
O: Taking right!
*Gunshots*
Sam: Two contacts!
Tossing stun!
*Click!* *Beep!*
*Beeping*
*Faster Beeping*
O: Enemy down!
*Explosion*
Gagh!
WHAT THE FUCK?!
Sam: What are you doing?!
O: Motherfucking...!
Goon: OH SHIT! *Bang!*
O: GOD, CUNT-SUCKING...!
*Gunshot* *coughing*
Sam: Ugh!
O: Get the FUCK off!!
Sam: It's ME!
O: I KNOW!
*Gunshots*
Ugh! You're such a douche!
Goon: -You psychos are dead, YOU HEAR ME!?-
*Gunshots* -Ough!-
-Aaauuughh...-
*Gunshot*
*Hurg! Auuhhh...*
O: Ugh...!
Where is Lozano?!
*door opens*
*Gunshots*
*Laughs nervously*
*Music ends*
Gabriel Lozano: Please...!
Wait!
*Whining noise*
OH GOD!
DON'T KILL ME!
Sam: Calm down.
Lozano: Geeuugh!
Sam: We're taking you ALIVE.
Lozano: What?!
S- seriously?!
O: Gabriel Lozano!
You're wanted for murder,
drug trafficking,
money laundering,
rape... I-I-
I mean... LITERALLY
the most jailable offenses
you could possibly imagine!
Lozano: *laughs nerviously *
Aaagh!
OUGH!
UGH...
What are you,
Cops?!
Sam: No.
Lozono: You're crazy!
Don't you know my dad?!
You can't do this!
O: Christ! You are a stereotype!
Lozano: Fuck you!
Who the hell do you think you are?!
O: Well, that's Locus,
I'm Felix and...
We're the good guys.
*door opening*
Felix: You said comms were useless!
Locus: I meant downstairs!
Felix: USELESS!
Locus: THAT doesn't mean remove your earpiece!
Felix: Well, I'm sorry I couldn't read that
broken FUCKING brain of yours
AND SUDDENLY KNOW
that you actually meant the opposite
OF WHAT YOU FUCKING SAID!
*Gunshots*
Ugh... Eegh...
Aaauuueeagh...
Felix: Hey Siris...
Siris: Hey?
That's all you got? HEY?
Why weren't you on comms?
Felix: That is...
ENTIRELY his fault.
Locus: Don't you...!
Siris: STOP.
If you want me ot here doing recon,
then you need to LISTEN to me when I talk to you!
Him I expected this from!
But you...!
*sighs*
We're supposed to be partners!
Partners communicate...
Locus: *sighs*
Right...
Felix: I'M SORRY!
OKAY?!
NOW, can we please get this asshole in the car
and AWAY from the scene?!
*sighs*
Sirus: Yeah.
Let's go.
GL: *Groaning*
Siris: I hate night clubs...