Dialogue: Gig: Eye for an Eye

Enemy1

Weren't you s'posed to be done a week ago?

Worker

Yes, sir… uh, you right, hah, but... paint varnisher – he hurt himself. What I do without paint varnisher, huh?

Enemy1

You better think o' somethin'. Else you're gonna get yourself hurt, too.

Fixer

It is not up to you, V, to decide a sinner's fate.

We'll have to tell the client that Tucker disappeared. Then we can only hope she never returns to the city. Contract closed.

So, don't want to dirty your hands, trouble your conscience? Understood, V.

Tucker Albach will have her Judgement Day yet. I'll see to it. Contract closed.

And the spirit of the Lord came upon him, and he went down to Ashkelon and slew thirty men... plus Tucker Albach.

Well played, V. Bloody but efficient. Closing the contract.

In trust and secrecy lies our strength. Trust and secrecy.

And here you simply show up at Tucker's, then leave? For what? For her to patiently await your return, hm?

No. Now Tucker knows she's being hunted. No more secrecy… no more trust. Next time, realize your actions carry consequences.

Fixer

Another of God's wayward daughters is long due for judgment. I need someone who can hasten her journey to stand before the Lord.

Details attached.

Tucker

Hey, hey! Take it easy! Let's talk!

V

1AWhy not. Curious how you're gonna be able to worm your way outta this one. You gonna tell me you didn't see that girl?

Tucker

1ASlow down! Waddaya mean? What girl?

V

1AThe one who's blood was all over your limo.

Tucker

1AOhhh, that... Whoo, I thought one of my competitors sent you.

1ALook, this is all some gonk misunderstanding. I'm insured for "accidents" – compensation's already been paid out. Case closed.

1AAnd as for this job of yours... I'm sure we can come to some kind of professional understanding.

V

2AThirty seconds. Change my mind.

Tucker

2ASomeone paid you to take me out, right? Her mom, dad, fiancé, whoever.

2AI don't know how much they promised you, but I'm certain my safe has more. A lot more.

2AYou let me go, everything in there is yours, and I'll transfer somewhere else in the city. Nobody, your fixer included, will have to know. It's a win-win.

V

2BVehicular manslaughter insurance... Hah… what a world. Think you're off the hook? That her father's OK with that? I doubt it.

Tucker

2BNobody asked her to get run over! Let's be reasonable now. I pay, you leave me alone, and I leave the city. How 'bout that, huh?

V

1AFine... but you better keep your word, else I'll have you and my iron come to an understanding.

Tucker

1AHey, you don't have to tell me.

V

1AGood, now fuck off. And slow down for pedestrians.

1AOnly place you're goin' is to the morgue.

1BSave your breath – this convo's over. If you got any last words, now would be the time.

Tucker

Wait! Just wait a sec! Let's talk!

Hm? What the--?

Ah! An uninvited guest. I don't know who you are, but I know you're making a very, very big mistake.

V

5AWhat's there to talk about? Job's a job – nothin' personal.

Tucker

5ANo, no, no, wait! Just hear me out!

V

5BYou fucked up. Bad. Girl was poor, so you figured even the junkie on the corner wouldn't give two shits.