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| - Nathan Drake: You sure you're up for this? Harry Flynn: Feel a lot better if I had a gun. Nathan Drake: We won't need 'em. Harry Flynn: A little insurance, that's all. Nathan Drake: Flynn, they're just museum guards, and we have their patrols all mapped out. Relax. Harry Flynn: Relax? Relax? Have you ever been in a Turkish prison, mate? If we get caught, they will lock us up and throw away the sodding key. You do realize that, don't you? Nathan Drake: Better than you do. Harry Flynn: Well, you may fancy that kind of thing, but I don't. We can't afford to make any mistakes. Nathan Drake: Yeah, and we won't. Harry Flynn: So what do we do if they switch the patrols? Nathan Drake: We figure it out as we go. Harry Flynn: We cannot fumble our way through this. Nathan Drake: I don't fumble - I improvise. Chloe Frazer: Oh, is that what you call it? Nathan Drake: Yeah, I'm uh... adaptable. Chloe Frazer: Adaptable? Harry Flynn: You cocky bastard. Harry Flynn: It's like the good ol' days, innit? Nathan Drake: Yeah, when were those again? Nathan Drake: Now, whaddya bet that will take us right into the boiler room? Harry Flynn: And from there, we're in. [Drake laughs] Nathan Drake: Yeah, in like Flynn. Right? Harry Flynn: What? Nathan Drake: In like Flynn. Harry Flynn: I don't get it. Nathan Drake: Just give me a boost. Harry Flynn: Good job I came prepared. I pick more than my nose, my friend. Nathan Drake: Okay, we should be able to lift this up, sneak right under. Harry Flynn: Whoa, whoa, not so fast, there's another alarm. Nathan Drake: Ah, great. You wanna get this one? [Flynn looks at Drake. Drake sighs] Nathan Drake: Wait here. Nathan Drake: Now we just gotta find a way up to that window. Harry Flynn: Which window? There's a lot of bloody windows. [Drake and Flynn are pushing a cart with their backs] Harry Flynn: Okay, for something with wheels, this is very heavy. [They move the cart as far as they can] Nathan Drake: There, that'll work. Harry Flynn: Now all we need is a horse. Nathan Drake: C'mon. Harry Flynn: All right, all right, I'm comin'. I think I'm gonna take the elevator next time. Nathan Drake: All right, there's the tower. Harry Flynn Getting closer. Nathan Drake Appreciate that update, Captain Obvious. Harry Flynn: Come on. Nathan Drake: Okay, I'm comin', I'm comin'. [Drake jumps from one roof to another. He grabs the eaves trough, but it breaks and just as it is about to fall off, Flynn catches his arm] Harry Flynn: Gotcha. Nathan Drake: Pull me up, pull me up. Harry Flynn: You've put on weight, mate. [Flynn pulls Drake up onto the roof] Nathan Drake: Oh, shit, that was close. Harry Flynn: Whew, all right, no more donuts for you. [Drake is hanging from a ledge just under a roof] Harry Flynn: There's a guy above you, there's a guy above you! [Drake reaches up and grabs the guard, pulling him off of the roof and into the water below] Harry Flynn: There's a guy below you, there's a guy below you! Harry Flynn: Quick, take him out. Nathan Drake: And you're here why? [Flynn throws a rope through a window that leads to the oil lamp] Harry Flynn: Ladies first. [Drake laughs] Nathan Drake: Cute. Harry Flynn: Face it, genius. You've been played. [Drake moves, and Flynn shoots another glass display case near him] Harry Flynn: Ah-ah, not yet! Want to give the guards a decent head start. [They hear shouting in the distance] Harry Flynn: Right, that's my cue. No hard feelings, yeah? [Drake sees a ladder out of the sewers and laughs] Nathan Drake: See ya, suckers. [He opens a manhole at the top of the ladder only to be surrounded by guards] [Drake is in a prison cell using the shadows of his hands as puppets saying the conversation he had when Flynn betrayed him in Flynn's voice] Nathan Drake: "You overlooked one little detail, didn't you, partner?" "What?!" "Face it, genius, you've been played." "Oh really..." [He makes sounds similar to a gunshot, and Drake's "actor" dies. Victor Sullivan's shadow blocks out the shadow of Drake's hands] Nathan Drake: Hey hey hey, jackass, you're ruining the show here. Victor Sullivan: Ah, what a shame. Nathan Drake: (realizing who was blocking his puppet show) Sully! Victor Sullivan: I really can't leave you alone for a minute. Nathan Drake: Oh man, am I glad to see you. Victor Sullivan: How are you doin', kid? Nathan Drake: Ahh, I'm doing just great. [Prison Guard opens the cell. Sully comes in] Victor Sullivan: I had to grease a few palms. Did go through the rest of your money. And a good chunk of my own. But hey... [They hug] Victor Sullivan: Jesus, you stink. Nathan Drake: Yeah, not half as bad as that cigar. Victor Sullivan: Yeah... Nathan Drake: Hey, how'd you find me? Victor Sullivan: Well, a friend of yours asked for my help... Chloe Frazer: Hello, Nate. Nathan Drake: Oh no. No. Victor Sullivan: [interrupting Nate] - Now, wait a second - Nathan Drake: [interrupting Sullivan] - Sully, kick her out and shut the door. We're safer in here. Victor Sullivan: Just wait a goddamn minute. Hear her out. Chloe Frazer: Thank you, Victor.Nathan Drake: Hey, no offense, Sully, but you're not exactly the best judge of character. Especially when it comes to women.Victor Sullivan: Fair enough. All the same.Chloe Frazer: Dear God.[Chloe covers her nose]Nathan Drake: Oh no, it's not that bad. Look, I have my own bucket. Last cell I was in, eight of us had to share. Nathan Drake: All right, then. If they haven't found the Stone, that means there's still time.[Drake points at Chloe]Nathan Drake: You're gonna get us into that dig site, we're gonna snatch that treasure right out from under them.Chloe Frazer: They'll never see it coming.Nathan Drake: Yeah, well, payback's a bitch. Chloe Frazer: The files are in his tent, and his tent is in the middle of the camp. It's like an armed compound, there are soldiers everywhere.Nathan Drake: Well, that's why it has to be an inside job. From someone they know and trust.Chloe Frazer: Oh, okay, I see where this is going.Nathan Drake: I'll just need a diversion. You give me five minutes in that tent, that's all it'll take.Chloe Frazer: Really, five minutes? Well, that's great, I won't even have to get my top off.Nathan Drake: Chloe, I was thinking more like an explosion.Chloe Frazer: Or that... Can be arranged.
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