Barry: |
Uh, no. And let's keep it that way. |
Reni: |
Of course, he's an artist. The pressure could kill him. I mean, I perform well knowing people want to drill me full of holes, but I am unique, darling. |
Vic enters Reni's office. |
Victor: |
Hey, Reni. Hi, uh... |
Reni: |
Darling, this is darling: darling, darling. Wunderbar. So, now we are acquainted, no? Who wants to oompah? |
Barry: |
Alright. Barry, mate. |
Reni: |
Now, darling, darling needs a favor. |
Barry: |
Yeah, I need you to drive me and one of me clients around. Major player. Could sing the birds down from the trees, you'll love him. |
Victor: |
I'm kind of expensive for a limo service. |
Barry: |
Yeah, well, rock and roll is a dirty business, cock. |
Barry: |
Well, this one bloke gave me three million quid, but now he wants it back. Cheeky twat. He's threatening to kill my bloke if I don't pay up. |
Victor: |
Okay, I'll help you - but it's gonna cost. |
Barry: |
Yeah, yeah. Christ on a bike, is that the time? We better go and meet me boy. You are gonna love him. |
Barry and Vic leave Reni's office. |
Barry: |
I've got a special limo ordered. Let's go and get it, then pick up the boy. |
Barry: |
Bulletproof. I'm not taking any chances, mate. This nutter means business. |
Barry and Vic get the limo and drive to the meeting place - a park located near The Clymenus Suite. Meanwhile, a white Maverick is seen approaching the destination and lands as soon as the limo arrives. Barry's client is revealed to be Phil Collins. Two Sentinels arrive at the scene with hostile Forellis. |
Barry: |
Bloody hell, that nutter's sent a goon squad after me talent! |
The Forellis destroy Phil's helicopter. |
Vic gets out of the limo and kills the attacking Forellis. |
Phil: |
Look, Barry, when I agreed to play Vice City, I didn't think it would be my swan song! |
Barry: |
It's no problem, mate! Just some nutcase trying it on. |
Victor: |
Hey, aren't you... |
Phil: |
Phil, mate. Phil Collins. |
Barry: |
Let's do the meet and greet another time, eh? Come on. |
Barry: |
Giorgio wants his money back! |
Phil: |
What money? Barry, who are these nutters? |
Barry: |
Keep your pretty head down, Phil! Christ on a bike, Vicky, floor it! |
Phil: |
For crying out loud, Barry, what have you done this time?! |
Barry: |
I swear on my mother's life, or my dead mother's grave, I don't know what he's on about! |
Vic, Phil and Barry arrive at the hotel. |
Phil: |
Shouldn't we call the police? |
Barry: |
This is Vice City, mate, seriously. Bandit country, it's nothing. |
Phil: |
Who is this Giorgio you owe money to? |
Barry: |
Oh, he's just a fan. He lent me, I mean, y'know, he gave me a few quid. |
Phil: |
Barry, are you in hock to gangsters? |
Barry: |
No, mate, I swear: on your life! |
Phil: |
Yeah, well, that's what I'm worried about. You're a real moron. I should have left you managing that talking dog...what was his name? Puddles? |
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