| Martinez: |
Phil, baby, would I screw you over? |
| Martinez: |
Bullshit! I wouldn't, not to you, not to a brother in arms. Come on, gimme a hug. |
| Phil reluctantly hugs Martinez. |
| Martinez: |
(not in subtitles) Aah, screw you over... |
| Victor: |
(sarcastically) Nah, you'd never screw anyone over, would you? |
| Martinez: |
Oh, look who it is! St. Victor of Vance, the holier than thou killer! All these principles, you go around shooting people. |
| Victor: |
I do what I gotta do...after I trusted an asshole. |
| Martinez: |
Ooh... You enjoyed it, brother. Admit it - cause you're a maniac, huh? I gave you a life. |
| Victor: |
Go to hell, Martinez. |
| Martinez: |
Uh huh. See, Phil, I saved Vic - and I can save you too, huh? |
| Victor: |
What does this scumbag want? |
| Phil: |
He wants me to go over to some warehouse and see if his merchandise is all there. That's all. |
| Martinez: |
Hey, it's cool - go with him, Vicky boy, if you don't trust me. But Phil - you owe me, after what you said... |
| Phil: |
You said that was forgotten. |
| Martinez: |
If you do this... |
| Phil: |
I'll explain as we drive, Vic. It's time for me to get another drink. |
| Vic and Phil head outside. |
| Victor: |
What was that about? You've 'got to go'? |
| Phil: |
Aw...I got drunk and told Martinez I didn't trust him no more. I said he was an asshole. |
| Victor: |
He is an asshole. |
| Phil: |
No, I am! 'Cause now he won't put any work my way until I do trust him. Let's get this over with. |
| Vic and Phil get into his Walton loaded with Boomshine and head to a lockup in Little Haiti. The following line will play if Vic damages the truck |
| Phil: |
Drive easy, Vic. The last of my Boomshine is in the back of the truck. I'm through with that demon drink. Hallelujah! It's a sober life for me, bud... Sober... S.O.B.E.R. |
| They reach the lockup, where they get ambushed by Martinez's goons. |
| Phil: |
Who the hell are these guys? Hey, fellas, Martinez said... |
| Martinez's Goon: |
Yeah, Martinez said "bye-bye"! |
| Phil: |
Hot damn! Play fair, fellas! What about the damn Geneva Convention? |
| Vic and Phil kill Martinez's goons at the ambush and drive out of the lockup, while more of Martinez's guys give chase. |
| Victor: |
For fuck's sake, Phil, do something! |
| Phil: |
Hey, my Boomshine! This round's on daddy, assholes! |
| Vic drives back to the depot while Phil throws molotov cocktails at the goons. |
| Victor: |
I think we've both outgrown our usefulness to Martinez. |
| Phil: |
Jerry wants us dead? Shitting asshole! I'm gonna lay low for a while. I reckon you should too. |
| Victor: |
Screw that, I ain't hiding from that piece of shit! |
| Phil: |
Remember: discretion's the better part of valor. Good luck, soldier! |
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