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- {Taking damage. / InPain} Ugh!
- I coulda got a 9 year-old from the projects to do it. But no. In the interest of Irish/Italian relations, I give the job to you.
- {Someone just opened the door on your bunker for the first time in 200 years. / Angry} No use hiding.
- I'm assuming you'll be dead by then, of course, but let's not dwell on the negative.
- {Someone just opened the door to your underground bunker. / Surprised} The fuck?
- If you see a uniform, you get out, walk down the street, knock on the door, and let the fellas know there's trouble coming. Easy as pie, right?
- My Dear Ms. Wen. I hope you're well. After our little joint venture this past May, you should be.
- So I got to thinking - why not do it again. We both love the same things: money, and destroying people who get in our way.
- You did get one thing right, though - Safety Inspector Alice Lansky was killed. They'll never find her, cause there's nothing left.
- You know those idiot brothers at Wicked Shipping? The ones smuggling the radioactive material? I put the screws to 'em. Got some of the stuff.
- {Thought he heard something. / Puzzled} Must've been nothing.
- {Puzzled} Yeah? And what's that? And who are you, huh? You look kinda familiar. But... what are you, some kind of robot?
- {Just lost sight on an opponent you had been in combat with. / Puzzled} You ain't getting far!
- {Had been searching for someone and just found them. / Stern} Found ya.
- {Puzzled} Valentine? The cop? Is that who you're supposed to be? Sorry pal, but you ain't Nick Valentine. You're just some kind of... machine.
- I mean, come on! 1 bullet, from halfway across town, and you blew Ron Trevio's head clean off. You, sir, are an artist!
- Look, maybe you babble about baseball. Or sing show tunes.
- In that corner bedroom, upstairs, pink wallpaper, little house on Prince Street. Ha ha.
- You watch. You WATCH the uniform blow months of planning, all in two minutes. Congratulations, Johnny. You got me.
- I can't even tell you how much I paid my Army Intelligence friend for this info. So I guess me building that shelter was a smart idea after all huh?
- {Heard something. Shouting a bit. / Concerned} Is someone there?
- Or could be you chat about those 3 bodies Colin O'Malley dumped in the sand trap of Arlington Greens.
- Let's join forces with the North End! Bury the hatchet, work mutually against a common enemy! Well you put the nail in that coffin, huh boy-o?
- Eddie Winter, signing off
- {Someone just opened the door on your bunker for the first time in 200 years. / Angry} Who the fuck's out there?
- As for what happens next - up to you. Beach, sub shop, car yard - doesn't matter where he ends up.
- The right kind of radiation exposure, at the right amounts... it can change human cells. Mutate them. Baby... I can live forever.
- Let them player checkers. We'll play chess.
- Love you.
- I've been working with this doctor in East Boston. Guy's a fucking genius. Listen, I know it sounds crazy... but he had this theory...
- Message to Aleksandr Strelnikov
- Message to Buster Connolly
- Message to Charlotte Wen
- Message to Claire Pozinski
- Message to Johnny Montrano
- Message to Robert Cooper
- Message to Rodrigo Palomar
- Message to Sal Barsconi
- {Puzzled} Just how the fuck did you... No. No way. Not after all this time. Don't tell me you actually cracked my code? In the holotapes?
- {Just found someone who had run away from combat. / Stern} Well, look who's here.
- {Amused} Ha! Oh, boy-o, if I only had a sawbuck for every time somebody said that to me. But I ain't dead yet, am I?
- {Angry} But hey you... or, you know... the real Valentine. He shoulda backed off when he had the chance.
- Yeah, I know... It could kill me. I'm willing to chance it. But I can't risk losing you. So I'm the guinea pig. And I've been getting... treatments.
- So what happens? Nothing. Nothing happens. You sit on your fat ass dribbling cannoli cream onto onto your third chin.
- {Entering combat. / Stern} You ain't takin' me down.
- {Flirting} Well, you are easy on the eye. So that's something.
- {Puzzled} Is that what it's like out there now? A world of robot overlords? I knew it.
- {Irritated} All this time, and the first person to walk through my door is a wise-ass.
- Time to start thinking about vacation. How do 6 weeks in Ireland sound to you? Dublin, Galway Bay, Waterford.
- {Puzzled} Your fiance? You mean Valentine's fiance? Pretty girl. A shame what happened to her.
- The bosses had their hands in the honey pot, sure. But nowhere near the level you were suggesting.
- So let's meet. Just the 2 of us. Talk it all out. You name the time and place.
- {player has just emerged inside your secret underground bunker / Angry} You better start explaining what the hell you're doing in my bunker.
- You and I clearly need to talk. About Danvers, about the Montrano mess, about everything.
- But what happened in Danvers? I hardly know what to say. Your people turned that theater into a slaughterhouse.
- Okay, my friend. I thought about it, and I've reached a decision on the Fallon's job.
- {Angry} I'm Eddie Winter, and you're in MY bunker.
- {Angry} Oh no. You ain't walkin' away from this.
- {Angry} You gonna make a move, asshole?
- {Attacking an opponent. / Angry} You're dead!
- {Attacking the player. / Angry} That's it!
- {Dying. / InPain} Not... yet...
- {Heard something. / Concerned} Could've sworn...
- {Heard something. / Concerned} Who's there?
- {Impatiently. / Irritated} What are you, a mute?
- {Irritated. / Irritated} Why don't you buzz off?
- {Question} You still here?
- {Taking damage. / InPain} Argh!
- {Taking damage. / InPain} Shit!
- {Just lost sight on an opponent you had been in combat with. / Puzzled} What? Too scared to come out and fight?
- But look, baby. There is... one more thing. The reason I haven't been around for awhile.
- Bobby, we discussed this. You hooking up with your step sister is your own frigging business. But you talk in your sleep.
- You did good, Bobby. The wife and girl won't be saying anything. No worries.
- Maybe a week in that little bed and breakfast in Kilkenny?
- After he bashed her brains in with one of those giant wrenches, Vinnie "The Crackers" Vannucci dissolved her body in a barrel of hydrochloric acid.
- But don't worry. I'm fine. More than fine. I feel great. Amazing, even. I think this crazy shit's really working.
- {Disbelief} Christ, look at you. You're not even alive.
- {Attacking an opponent. / Stern} One corpse and one scrapheap.
- {Just lost sight on an opponent you had been in combat with. / Puzzled} Now where'd you go?
- Claire, it's me. Eddie. It's been too long, I know. But I'm okay. We're okay. I know it's weird, me disappearing just when the heat died down.
- Look, I take full responsibility for the behavior of my guys. I expect you to do the same for that fuckwit Montrano.
- {Amused} Ha ha ha ha ha! Well hey, it's only been... what? Two-hundred years? Ha ha ha ha ha.
- What did you have to do, Johnny? Huh? What was your job? Sit in your car, on the corner. Keep your eyes open.
- You and your pals sure put the screws to old Eddie Winter. You should tell this funny story to your little girl, when you tuck her in at night.
- But I think you give organized crime too much credit. The various Boston families coming together to fund a public works project? Please.
- So write your follow-up. Then feel free to tell the cops that the murder weapon is hanging on the wall in Vannucii's Garage, on 4 Prince Street.
- So long as Johnny senior never finds out what happened to his little meatball, we're set.
- {player has just emerged inside your secret underground bunker / Puzzled} Who the fuck are you?
- Eventually, this war will blow over. And when it does, I'm gonna walk out into Boston and pick up where I left up. I'm gonna own the future.
- And no, don't worry, we do not have to take my cousin Steven with us. Let him get out of the country on his own.
- {Someone just opened the door on your bunker for the first time in 200 years. / Angry} Who's there?
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