Dialogue: Gig: Dirty Biz

Ganger4

You see it?

Ganger3

See what? One where she drowns?

Ganger4

Nah, one where the borg'd out fuck gets freaky on a granny with a slice 'n' dice...

Ganger3

Still can't fathom why you watch that shit.

Ganger4

Seein' those weak, flabby meatsuits... ungh!... gets me harder than chrome!

Ganger1

Daddy 'n' his doll sittin' in their high castle givin' me orders like I'm some dog!

Ganger2

Whiten out, will ya, eddies're legit.

Ganger1

Oh, so this the be all 'n' end all in Night City now?

Ganger2

Don't like it – take it up with Pat.

Ganger1

Why don't I just short-circ myself while I'm at it?

Fuck that noise.

Ganger2

Don't like it – take it up with Royce.

Gottfrid

Don't shoot!

Cut. Right there.

Frederik

Right before he gets -?

Gottfrid

Whaddyou think? Else it'll feel like stabbin' a pillow.

Frederik

OK... Pullin' up by one frame... Augmenting pain feedback and ferrous aftertaste...

Gottfrid

Freddyboy, you're a natural!

Frederik

Ughhhh... Cuttin' that sweat-stench.

Gottfrid

No no, leave it! Some go for that extra kick.

Put out two cuts: sweat in, sweat out, hehe.

Frederik

Good thinking, Papa!

Gottfrid

Won't tell anyone you're here – we swear!

Frederik

Papa! Why? Why did you have to kill him...?

I'll do anything, please, just let me live!

V

1AXBD of the dead preacher's boy. Hand it over.

Frederik

1AW-which preacher? Just tell me which one and it's yours! Free of charge!

V

1AFather Stone from NEWS 54.

Frederik

1ABehind me on the shelf under BD_9430.

1ATake it and leave! Please, please don't kill me!

1ADon't shoot! We don't record them!

1AXBDs fall into our lap, we don't ask any questions!

1AWe use dead drops, OK? They deliver, we pick up. That's it, I swear!

V

2AXBD of the dead preacher's boy – where is it?

Gottfrid

2AY-you killed him! You killed him you fucking... F-fucking...

V

2AWhere is it?!

Gottfrid

2APlease, just fucking go!

2AWhy, why, why...

2ADon't leave me, Freddy, please...

2AOh my boy, my sweet sweet boy...

2AFreddy! No!

2AFreddy! Fredrik, answer me right now!

2ANo...no, no, no... My only boy... Stay with me...

2ADon't do this, don't make me do this all on my own, please...

Frederik

W-what's happening?! Security!

Gottfrid

Too far away to hear us...

L-let's not do anything rash here. We just tune and sell. We don't scroll – honest to God!

W-we can figure this out. Just tell us what you want and we'll make it happen.

V

3AXBD of a preacher's little boy. Murdered. Ring any bells?

Frederik

3AW-which preacher?

Gottfrid

3AJust got a fresh batch with boys, no clue who their daddies are... Gonna need more.

V

3ABryce Stone, circuit rider on NEWS 54. Son was Bobby Stone, twelve years old when he died.

Gottfrid

3AAre we talking black, white, chicano...? Any identifying marks? Style of execution?

Frederik

3APapa, I think I know the one she wants. BD_9430.

V

4AKindly hand it the fuck over. Now!

Gottfrid

4AAll right! Please, just relax.

Frederik

4AJust take it!

Gottfrid

4AFreddy! Ma'am... it's just behind us on the shelf.

Frederik

4ABD_9430.

V

4BHad enough of you two. I'll find it myself.

Gottfrid

4BO-OK...

V

4BShut up. You speak, you die.

4CPreacher's boy – who murdered him? Who gave you the XBD?

Gottfrid

4CNobody gives us anything. They leave dead drops. We just go pick 'em up.

4CKeeps things secure, for everyone involved...

V

4CXBD was raw when you got it. Must've noticed something in the background, some kinda clue...

4C... reflection in the mirror, tattoo, anything.

Gottfrid

4COur only concern is with imperfections, not who makes them.

3AThat's it. That's the one. Just take it!

V

3BGot a little family affair goin' here, huh?

Gottfrid

3BPeople wanna buy, so we sell. Business is business.

Frederik

3BLookin' for somethin' in particular?

Gottfrid

3BYou know, if it wasn't us, there'd be someone else.

Frederik

3BY-you wanna see somethin' really hardcore?

Gottfrid

3BFreddy!

3BWe just supply what Night City demands. That's all!

Frederik

Shit! Help!

Gottfrid

Don't shoot!

L-let's not do anything rash here. We just tune and sell. We don't scroll – honest to God!

W-we can figure this out. Just tell us what you want and we'll make it happen.

V

5AWakey wakey, gentleman.

Frederik

Don't shoot! We don't record them!

XBDs fall into our lap, we don't ask any questions!

We use dead drops, OK? They deliver, we pick up. That's it, I swear!

Gottfrid

Won't tell anyone you're here – we swear!

People wanna buy, so we sell. Business is business.

Fixer

Great work, V.

Let's hope it helps trace the motherfucker who scrolled the thing. Gig's closed.

Forget something, V? Like, I dunno, the scroll? No way we track down the original now.

You burned our only lead. This was an important contract, one I needed to go well.

V, I… These're bad optics. I'm used to working with professionals.

Fixer

V, got a gig for you – one I'd rather not have. Bryce Stone, preacher on TV – his son was brutally murdered.

Only way to catch this child killer is to get your hands on the original BD that recorded the whole thing.

Yeah, you heard that right, unfortunately. More info on the whole thing attached.