Dialogue: Gig: Bring Me the Head of Gustavo Orta

Gustavo

A mass, eh? Padre honestly thinks that'll help?

V

1ANolan Frakes sent me.

1BDunno. Father sent me.

Gustavo

Fuck. I guess I coulda seen that coming.

Loving father of hers, the one she ran away from – can't even let it go now.

Asshole doesn't even know what went down.

V

2AAll right – what happened?

Gustavo

2AGonks from 6th Street happened. Fucking ambush.

2AWere comin' back from a party with Chichex. Pretty smashed. They got us down on Berkeley Avenue. I mean, I was fast, but... they shot faster.

2ATryna zero me, got Martha. End of story.

2AYou here to do me too, huh? Do it! Just shoot straight this time, eh? Don't hit no more innocent bystanders.

V

3ANobody's shootin' anybody. Believe you.

Gustavo

3AHuh...?

V

3AHeard right. But you gotta skip town.

Gustavo

3ASkip...? What, a-and leave her like this?

3AShe might be lying there full of tubes an' shit, but...

3AShe's still my girl.

V

3AAnd if your girl pulls through, won't be any good to her dead.

Gustavo

3AYeah, maybe... Maybe you're right.

3AYeah, yeah... I'll go. Hey, thanks.

3AYou can leave here in peace. My people won't give you any trouble.

V

3B6th Street. Why'd they wanna wipe you?

Gustavo

3BI don't-- Can't fuckin' stand 'Tinos?

3BOr maybe someone's got a beef with me, eh? Big enough that he's gotta hire extra iron?

V

3BNolan? C'mon, wouldn't risk his little girl's life for you.

Gustavo

3BMartha wasn't s'posed to be there. And 6th Street, huh? Knew I was headed that way. Shit was like a firing squad.

3BSo you tell me what happened.

V

2BAnd a lover who wanted to snuggle up to her insurance payout. Touching.

Gustavo

2BHey, Martha's in a coma! Might never wake up! Every goddamn day in that hospital costs me eddies.

V

Did this to yourself.

Gustavo

Oh, fuck!

Eat this!

Guard1

Less panic, more cut. Achilles tendon is the big one, above the heel.

Padre

Those who exact justice do so on behalf of our Lord. You've done well, V.

I know this isn't always easy, and that's why I applaud your decision today. Contract closed.

Another sinner finds himself in the place he belongs. A trunk. Gustavo now suffers the purgatory he deserves.

And perhaps has a moment to examine his conscience. Let's hope he finds it before the trunk opens back up.

This concludes our contract.

Gustavo Orta is dead. Killed by his own hand.

How did you get him to do it? Or, actually, no… Don't tell me. She who reveals her secrets erodes her own trustworthiness and reputation.

What's important is the result I asked for is the result I received. Contract closed.

You had an opportunity to free Gustavo Orta from sin. But you left him there.

This man will now live to avoid the consequences of his actions – that is, until Judgment Day comes. We didn't want to wait that long.

Remember – God takes note of your transgressions. As do I.

Gustavo Orta is dead. Killed by his own hand.

I don't know what you told him, but I see he came to understand the gravity of his sin and sought out the justice he deserved.

And you walk away with a clear conscience, no? Contract closed.

Padre

Martha Frakes and Gustavo Orta – Vista Del Rey's own Romeo and Juliet. You know that story.

This one's not so different. Martha is in a coma at the hospital. Her father wants Gustavo to pay.

Enter V. Demand quick payment. Details attached.

Intercom

Who's there?

V

1AGotta see Gustavo.

Intercom

1AWho? Think you got the wrong address.

V

1BPadre sent me.

Intercom

1BPadre? What's he want?

V

1BTryna set up a mass, pray for Martha Frakes. S'posed to talk detes with Gustavo.

1BGonna let me in, or I gotta tell Padre you made me sit out on the doorstep?

Guard

Go, Gustavo's upstairs.