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| - {Friendly} I, uh, don't remember. But I would very much like that photo. I'll pay a generous finder's fee. Shall we say... 400 caps?
- {Lower Field refers to a neighborhood in the city} Not like those people down there. Lower Field workers always want what they haven't earned.
- {depressed, your son died recently / Depressed} I sometimes wonder what the point of it all was. I worked so hard to get here, and now...
- {Angry} That bastard needs to pay. And you can't be too happy about him pinning this on you, right?
- {Angry} You'll pay for what you've done. I promise.
- {Disgust} I'd rather see you dead, but... I'll give you a chance. 2000 caps, and I'll let you live.
- {choked with emotion / Angry} You son of a bitch. At least tell me one thing. Why did you do it?
- {Nervous} Of course. I'm happy to pay you a generous finder's fee. Let's say... 400 caps?
- {Nervous} Ah, yes, of course. Please, I'd like to see it.
- {Defiant} As you like. I'd just as soon see you dead as get the money.
- {Angry} Shut up, you punk. Did you kill my son Nelson? Did you?
- {with grim satisfaction that Paul is dead / SinisterSmile} Well. I guess he already got what was coming to him. Karma's a bitch, isn't it?
- {depressed, your son died recently} Just... go away.
- {Thinking} But an outsider like you... if he ended up dead, I'd be happy to pay you, say, 200 caps. No questions asked.
- {Angry} You already know the answer to that. I have more than enough money to keep hiring thugs until one of them gets lucky.
- {Angry} We'll see who's in over their heads, you outland dirt-humper. You're going to pay for what you did.
- {Neutral} Here's what I owe you. As far as I'm concerned, this is the last time we ever need to speak.
- {Irritated} You don't think I can find some other low-life to kill Paul for 200 caps? This is a take-it-or-leave-it kind of situation.
- {Somber} I guess I already knew he must be dead. He was mixed up with some bad people.
- {Angry} He killed my son Nelson. Or had his goons kill him. Either way, he's going to pay.
- {proudly / Confident} But, unlike some, I made something of myself. I took my share of the Marowski Heist and now, I practically run Diamond City.
- {Sarcastic} That would be your problem, wouldn't it? That's why I'm paying you the big bucks.
- {Somber} It would undermine McDonough's status as the town figurehead if I blatantly flouted the law like that.
- {Stern} I hope so. Come back and talk to me when he's actually dead.
- {Thinking} Hmm. I did agree to this, didn't I? You realize I could use your own money to keep hiring thugs to kill you...
- {Question} I heard it from Marowski. Low-life chem pusher from Goodneighbor. Maybe he has some reason to bring trouble down on you?
- {Conspiratorial} Now about that photo. Do we have a deal?
- {Friendly} Why trek all the way to Goodneighbor, when I could just pay you for the photo right now? Let's say... 400 caps?
- {Surprised} Pembroke? Goddamn! I'm surprised he had the balls to do it, but it fits.
- {Somber} I hope so. Come back and talk to me when he's actually dead.
- {Defiant} Besides, I'm no assassin. That's what I hire people like you for.
- {Impressed} Maybe a bit more public than necessary, but you got the job done.
- This is what I like about you, Wellingham. You know what you are. Not trying to be anything other than helpful.
- {Depressed} I always hoped he'd get that out of his system and make me proud one day. That's done now. I just... yeah. Thanks for being honest.
- {standoffish, elitist} You bore me. That's all there is to it.
- {Disbelief} Are you serious? Those apes couldn't find their own asses if they were on fire.
- {Disgust} But... it's easier just to let it go. I'll call off my vendetta. Just don't ever speak to me again.
- Thank you, Wellingham...
- {Angry} That bastard! I'd kill him myself, but... even I couldn't cover that up.
- {Question} But... you'll still help, won't you? 100 caps is still good money.
- {Suspicious} I'm going to take you at your word. For now. But if I find out that you're the one lying...
- {Disgust} Henry Cooke, for one. And I'm pretty sure they were both mixed up with that Goodneighbor crowd.
- {Thinking} I know he was. And now it makes sense why Marowski would try to put the blame on you.
- {considering / Thinking} Well. Alright. You are an easy target for anyone trying to shift blame off themselves.
- {Stern} Until Marowski's dead, we have nothing to talk about.
- {Suspicious} Well. Alright. I'll take your word for it, for now. But if I hear that you were the one lying to me...
- {Angry} No, I guess it doesn't. My son is dead, and you're going to pay for that. Enjoy what's left of your life. It won't be long.
- {Angry} Is that what you tell yourself every time you murder someone? This time, you're going to pay for what you did.
- {a bit reluctantly / Concerned} 600 caps? You have an awfully high opinion of yourself... I hope you're worth it. Deal.
- {Question} So do you know anything about who killed Nelson?
- {depressed, your son died recently / Depressed} What is all this for, in the end? All this struggle?
- {Stern} I don't think so. I've made you a very fair offer.
- {Angry} I dare you to deny it to my face. Did you do it?
- {Angry} He killed my son Nelson. Or had his goons kill him. Doesn't matter now.
- {Angry} Did you do it?
- {Angry} Get away from me.
- {Angry} I have nothing else to say to you.
- {Angry} Now you're sorry. But now it's too late.
- {Angry} We're not done.
- {Angry} You want to put a price on my son's death?
- {Apologetic} Excuse me. I could use your help.
- {Concerned} Yes? Did you find Nelson?
- {Confident} Yes. 400 caps. Cash.
- {Confident} Yes. 600 caps. Cash.
- {Depressed} But that doesn't matter now.
- {Depressed} Here. Take the reward.
- {Disbelief} What? Oh my god...
- {Disbelief} What? Those idiots...
- {Disgust} You Lowers are all the same.
- {Disgust} You disgust me. Go away.
- {Grateful} Thank you! I knew you would help.
- {Nervous} Let me see it. Ah, please.
- {Question} Now, do we have a deal?
- {Question} So is he dead or not?
- {Question} So... is Marowski dead?
- {Question} So... is Paul dead?
- {SinisterSmile} Karma's a bitch, isn't it?
- {Stern} 400 caps. Take it or leave it.
- {Stern} You there. We need to talk.
- {Worried} But why do you ask? Did you find him?
- {coldly / Disgust} Of course. Your money.
- {Conspiratorial} I'm still hoping you can help me find out who killed Nelson.
- {Somber} I appreciate that. Nelson, he... well, I know he was no choir boy.
- {proudly / Somber} You wouldn't know it to look at me now, but I grew up a Lower. I ran with a rough crowd back then.
- {Angry} The problem is that I've learned that you killed my son Nelson. Is this true?
- {Depressed} No, not your fault. I'd rather know. Better than always wondering what happened.
- {Worried} No, you don't want to do that. I'll, uh, I'll pay you for it. Handsomely. Let's say... 400 caps?
- {ordering a drink in a ritzy bar} Another glass of wine, Wellingham...
- {with cold fury / Angry} No, you're the liar. And you're going to pay for what you did. I promise - on my son's grave.
- {Concerned} Besides, I know he's not in Diamond City. I need someone willing to risk setting foot outside the walls.
- {standoffish, elitist} *sigh* I don't object to you outsiders coming up here, but must you insist on speaking to me?
- {a bit reluctantly / Thinking} Fine. 300 caps to never have to look at Paul Pembroke again... sure.
- {depressed, your son died recently / Depressed} I sometimes still look around, expecting to see Nelson. Then I remember.
- {Stern} Here. Take the reward. I'm a man of my word.
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