Martinez: |
Hey, look who it is! Victor Vance! What's going on, amigo? You want some smoke? |
Victor: |
Fuck you, Martinez. |
Martinez: |
Relax, you're so fucking histrionic! It's like hanging out with a bitch on her period. |
Victor: |
You want me to fuck you up?! |
Martinez: |
Whatever, baby. The thing is, you work for Phil, and Phil - Phil works for me. Which makes you... my bitch's bitch. Figure that out. |
Phil: |
(coughs) Man, that shit is heavy... |
Martinez: |
So you had better play nice if you wanna get paid, huh? Because if you don't get paid, who's gonna look after your sick brother? |
Martinez: |
(chuckles) Ay, change the record, baby. "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!" What did you expect me to do, huh? I didn't screw you over for fun, I was saving myself, and you would do the same. And don't pretend otherwise. |
Martinez: |
So what? You got kicked out of the army...big deal. Hey, I told Phil about some guns I can sell if you can get them, hm? |
Martinez snatches a joint from Phil. |
Martinez: |
Phil, don't smoke too much of this shit, huh? It'll make you trip out, get paranoid. |
Martinez leaves. Phil picks up his Micro SMG. |
Phil: |
Come on, Vic. This should silence any asshole following me. |
Phil and Vic head outside. |
Phil: |
We're gonna need some backup, Vic. I know some guys that'll help. |
Phil: |
Are we being followed? We better not be being followed... I'll rip those bastards' livers right out of their sides. |
Victor: |
Chill out, man. There ain't no one following us. |
Phil and Vic arrive at the hotel. Two of Phil's friends get into the back seats of the Perennial. |
Phil: |
Hey fellas, c'mon! We're gonna make some money. They're good guys, Vic: just always so quiet... (belch) maybe I shouldn't trust them. |
Phil and Vic find the truck with guns, and Phil and his friends take out the armed passengers on the back before blocking the truck's path. |
Phil: |
(belch) I'm gonna take the truck back to my place. Anyone follows me, you give 'em hell. |
Phil drives the truck back to his depot as Vic and Phil's friends escort him, the first wave of attackers appear. |
Phil's friend: |
They sent backup! |
The attackers from the first wave are eliminated, the second wave of attackers appear. |
The attackers from the second wave are eliminated, the third wave of attackers appear. |
Phil's friend: |
I'll take care of them, senor. |
Phil arrives at his depot and quits the truck. |
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