Dialogue: Gig: The Man Who Killed Jason Foreman

Scavenger

Hey… Yes, our ripper dealt with him already… Mh, mhm. He's heading to you with the chrome… Mhm… Uh, I caught a peek – we scored big-time…

Should be there soon… Mhm… Uh-huh… OK, bye…

Hobo

Listen, man, I-I-I can hook you up. Bring somethin' to drink, somethin' to-to-- y'know, blast you into outer space.

Scavenger

Not this time. Now go on, get outta here.

Scavenger

That BARGHEST maniac was built like a walking tank. Choom was chromed to the gills with third-gen Militech 'ware like it was nothing.

Killing machine is what he was. What I'd do to get my hands on that kind o' tech…

Scavenger

You carry all that gear? You would fall apart like Soviet motorcycle, or go psycho without the right blockers.

Citzen

Hansen's rabid brutes are at it again. Remember seventy-five? Wasn't as bad as this, but they killed two kids then. No apology, no compensation. Nothing.

Citzen

Yo, keep it down...

Citzen

No, I'm done bein' scared of 'em!

Citizen

Shit, it's really soaked in there. Dunno if it'll come off.

Citizen

Ooh. I'll have someone bring us something stronger.

Old Man

People died and you're out here playing? Have some respect!

People died and you're out here playing? Have some respect!

Youngster

All right, sheesh…

Fixer

V – the target, is he… terminated?

V

Took care of 'im.

Fixer

You're certain?

V

Without a doubt.

Fixer

Congratulations then – contract closed.

V – the target, is he… terminated?

V

Took care of 'im.

Fixer

Congratulations then – contract closed.

Fixer

V, there was a massacre over at Longshore Stacks, residents murdered by one Leon Rinder – a long-serving ex-BARGHEST ghoul.

Naturally, the victims' families want him found and appropriately dealt with.

Head down there and find Briana Dolson, the Stacks' unofficial representative. She'll fill you in. Happy hunting.

V

1AMarks like these… I'm thinkin' 50-cal rounds, Mk. 31 HMG.

Johnny

1AHeavier'n a motherfucker, leadspitter that did this. Haulin' it with a 'ganic arm? Not a chance.

V

1AClassic go-to for Militech marines, ex-soldiers like Rinder. Scan didn't pick up traces of other rounds, which would make him the lone shooter…

Johnny

1ASeems you're lookin' for a borged-out killin' machine that's lost all self-control.

V

1ASounds about right.

V

2ASee these combat soles? Must've run up, boosted onto the roof of this shack, bashed his leg against the railing. That's a ten-foot jump for a man who's gotta weigh at least three-hundred and sixty pounds, leavin' dino-prints like these.

Johnny

2ASo either we're witnessin' the fattest fuck who ever jumped, or Rinder's got augmented hamstrings on top of bein' chromed up like a goddamn tank.

V

2A'S a riddle, all right.

V

3ARinder take it out on the ground or somethin…?

Johnny

3ANot his fist. See the blood, indentation? Took some poor fucker's head and bashed it. Repeatedly.

V

3AS'like he went berserk.

V

4ASomeone's been collecting different kinds of lead here. But why?

Johnny

4AWhen I was little, after shootouts we'd race to collect any casings we could find – traded 'em 'tween ourselves. Must be some kid's stash.

V

4ADoesn't tell me anythin' about Rinder, but I can't complain about knowing a little piece of Johnny Silverhand's childhood.

V

5AMeh, pile o' scrap. Prolly layin' here for weeks.

5ADrone could've caught something. Everything else is busted 'cept the sensors.

Johnny

5AWhat're you waitin' for? Scan 'it.

Mother

3AI want Rinder to be scared – scared to have it all taken away from him. Like he took from me.

Briana

It's done? Rinder's dead? You didn't let us down, did you?

V

4AFound Rinder in Pacifica, dealt with 'im.

Briana

4AThen the son of a bitch got what he deserved.

V

4BDidn't let you down. He's gone – for good.

Briana

4BI hope he was scared. That he begged for his life.

V

4BDidn't look too happy, can tell ya that...

Briana

On behalf of all the residents of the Stacks… thank you.

V

'S the least I could do.

V

5ASorry for interruptin'. Name's V – Hands sent me. Briana, I take it?

Briana

5AThat's right. Martha, this woman here – she'll help us. We'll give you some space, OK?

Mother

5AYes. Go.

Briana

5AThat's you introduced. I'm Briana. Six years back, the Tygers came after me, so I ran – landed here.

5AFor most of us, our past doesn't amount to more than that – runnin', survivin'. Which is why…

5AI wanna make sure that for once, the eddies we've scraped together will buy us justice. Real justice.

V

6A"Justice…" Means what to you, exactly? Definitions vary – wanna hear your take.

Briana

6ALeon Rinder doesn't deserve to live. He was a triggerman for Hansen – a murderer.

V

6AAll too familiar with that brand of justice.

Briana

6AGood for you. Doesn't change Rinder killing Martha's son, Jason, along with his friends and four other residents.

6AJason, Caleb, Deonte, Omar, Farrell, Matthias, Alyssa, and Tamika…

V

7AWhy kill all these people? Any reason?

Briana

7AEvil is evil. It doesn't need a reason.

7AMartha's boy, Jason – he wanted to become a fixer. He set up some deal, brought Rinder to the Stacks.

7ABut there was a dispute. Rinder opened fire and, well… We're still scrubbin' the blood off the walls. Identified the bodies by their implants.

V

7AI see.

Briana

7AFound this in Jason's body. It's encrypted, but I'm sure you can manage. Feel free to look around, investigate. There're still plenty of, uh... traces.

V

8AHang in there, Briana.

Briana

8AI will. And remember – we're paying you for justice. Seventeen people's hard-earned cash. It's not given lightly.

V

8AI'll keep it in mind.

Briana

8ARinder's dog tag – bring it to me. It'll serve as a reminder to this pack of thugs – that we're capable of fighting back.

V

9AI'll do my best.

8BRinder'll get what's comin' to 'im – I'll make sure of it. Can tell that to Jason's mother.

Briana

8BGood, I will. Now you know what we've been through, V. Don't let us down.

V

8BCan count on me.

8CWhat's on the datashard?

Briana

8CI don't know, but I'm betting that whatever Jason did for Rinder, it'll have details.

V

7BSurely even BARGHEST doesn't let murderers walk free, dodge consequences.

Briana

7BHave to catch 'em, first. Told them what happened, but as usual, they simply don't care.

V

7CRinder's not a BARGHEST soldier anymore. Why?

Briana

7CNo clue. All I know is he's brutal, cold-blooded. A beast.

V

7CWhat's his connection to Hansen?

Briana

7CHe joined when Hansen set up shop in Dogtown. Carried out orders no one else dared take, according to rumor.

V

7DWhy would Rinder be meetin' with Jason? Any idea?

Briana

7DAll I know is that Jason was supposed to put Rinder in touch with the scavs.

V

7DScavengers...? Jason happen to be involved in some unsavory biz?

Briana

7DHe was a young man tryin' to get by in Dogtown. Wasn't no angel, but his heart was in the right place. Martha made sure o' that.

V

6BHow'd you put together the scratch for this?

Briana

6BAll of us here, we pitched in. We've suffered enough.

Mother

5AAnd whoever you are – I want you to make him suffer.

Briana

5ASorry, emotions're runnin' high right now.

5AFore we start, need to understand who you are, where from. Life in Dogtown – know it well?

V

10ASpent years workin' for Arasaka – years shaved off my life workin' for a corp. But Dogtown?

10AOnly exists 'cause someone stands to profit. It's a combat zone, not a place to raise a family.

Briana

10AFolks're here 'cause they got nowhere else to go.

V

10BGrew up on the road, sleepin' 'neath the stars, sharin' campfires with dozens of folks I called family.

10BCan't imagine it's any different here. Worse off you are, more you gotta stick together.

Briana

10BWell, then nice to meet you.

V

10CGrew up on the streets o' Heywood. Not an easy life, but I pulled through, never quit.

10CGuessin' it's not so different in Dogtown. 'Cept you don't gotta always be givin' the slip to badges.

Briana

10CNot the badges, no. That's true.

V

10DNight City, born and bred. Rest's of no concern. As for Dogtown? Seen better and worse places to live, in equal parts.

Briana

10DYou hide behind indifference, only it says more about you than you think.

V

10ETime's a factor here. Quicker you tell me about the killer – quicker I can get to doin' what I do best.

Briana

10EIndulge me, hm? It's a trust thing.

V

1AWhat the...

Rinder

1AHey, hey, relax, choom, let's talk this through. Not about to off an unarmed man, are ya?

V

2ARinder? Thought you'd look different. More... chromed.

Rinder

2AI'm Rinder, or 'least what's left of 'im. That asshole Hansen's rottin' in the ground… so who sent you?

V

2AI'm here in the name of those people you killed at the Stacks.

Rinder

2AWhat? Hold on. The Stacks… I was there, someone tried to rip me off, but I didn't kill no one. I've got these…

2ABlackouts… Ain't always… present. I'm sick, OK?! Sounds like you know more'n me.

V

3AYou killed that kid, Jason, 'long with seven others. Why, what for?

Rinder

3AI'm sick, all right? Wanted to pawn my chrome, collect enough scratch to get treated. Jason was my go-between with the local scavs.

V

3AAnd here you are, meanin' he did his part.

Rinder

3ACept he tried to give me the Dogtown shakedown, first! Startin' wavin' his big-dick iron. Fuckin' savage. And then… I-I can't remember…

V

4AI was there. Savage, what you did. Makes you the savage.

Rinder

4AFuck you want me to say? That I admit to all the sins I've committed – remembered, forgotten and all in between? Fine!

4AI regret it, OK? I regret all the years with Hansen… joined up when I was just a kid. Kept my head down, followed orders. Whatever I did, I'm sorry! As if you know shit about Dogtown, anyhow…

Johnny

4ADogtown chewed 'im up, shat 'im out. Place must be packed with hapless turds like him. Be simpler if it was all Hansen's fault, but that ain't how it works.

V

5ASo you say sorry, I forgive you and then what – you go on your merry way, off some more peeps?

Rinder

5AHow? What with?! Fucking look at me!

5ALook at me! What else've I got to lose, huh?! They fucked me over, all of 'em! Used to be a soldier and look at me now!

V

5AHad heaps o' time to walk away 'fore you dove off the deep end.

Rinder

5AI was twenty, OK?! Put my faith in Hansen. Wasn't the first or last. That make everythin' my fuckin' fault now?

5AAnd those whiney bitches I dropped at the Stacks?! Fuck 'em! Fuck Dogtown! I'd burn this shithole to the ground if I could 'long with everyone in it!

V

6ABetter choose your next words carefully.

Rinder

6AListen to me, just listen! I'm expired goods, a walkin' corpse! Can't decomish me more than this!

6ATell them Leon Rinder's dead and-- and you wouldn't even be lyin'! Do that and the gear I stashed – it's yours!

6AOr… no, fuck it! I won't beg. Shoot if you want!

V

7AGonna need your dog tag, hand it over.

Rinder

7AH-here… Take it.

V

7ASo long.

Rinder

7AFlicking you some coordinates… just go there, you'll see. And uh… thanks.

V

7CGot textbook cyberpsychosis, choom – you need help. Flickin' you a contact – Regina Jones. Call her and ask for her for a ride outta here.

Rinder

7CI don't got no cyberpsychosis.

V

7CCall her, or I end you where you lie.

7CNow!

Rinder

7CHello? Yes, I, uh... I was told I'd get help if I called this number... It's about, um... cyberpsychosis… Yeah… Yeah, sending it now… I'll wait right here…

7CHappy now?

V

7CGonna need your dog tag, hand it over.

Rinder

7CH-here… Take it.

V

7CSo long.

Rinder

7CGo already.

V

7DLet's say I let you walk. What happens then? Lay it out.

Rinder

7DI-I dunno! I'll… I'll look for help, hit up some big-name rippers. Not callin' it quits yet, ending up like some fuckin' cripple.

Johnny

7DEasy to feel sorry when there's a gun to your head. Don't let the murderin' piece o' shit tug at your heartstrings, V.

V

6BThink I've heard enough.

6CCame to zero you. Now I think that'd just be doin' you a favor.

Rinder

6CFuck you!

V

6CSave it. Can yell all you want in this sad, empty room once I'm gone.

Rinder

6CFuck you!

V

6CRight. Got two options. One – you hand over your dog tag and I delta. Wanna know the second?

Rinder

6CNo.

V

6CIf the Scavs don't carve up what's left of ya, Night City'll finish the job.

6CSo long.

5BCowering behind orders now? At any point you could've hung up your iron, stopped killin' innocent peeps. But you didn't.

Rinder

5BFine, make me out to be some kinda monster! Be easier to put me down then, won't it?!

V

5DTook a look at the scene. Only shots fired came from military-grade iron. Kind only you could carry.

5DThen you bashed Jason's head against the ground more'n a dozen times. Tossed the rest around like ragdolls. Was blood everywhere.

Rinder

5DNo, that's impossible. I swear, I would've--!

Johnny

5DHe's tellin' the truth. Blacked out – 's why he can't remember. Combine heavy cy'ware with a short fuse and you've got a perfect recipe for carnage.

V

8ARinder… these blackouts, violent outbursts… Ever consider the possibility you might have cyberpsychosis?

Rinder

8ACyberpsy--?! What, 'cause I didn't tuck tail when that Longshore trash tried to fleece me? Gimme a fuckin' break!

V

9AIf it's cyberpsychosis, then maybe there's still hope for him. Thinkin' Regina.

Johnny

9AKnew plenty who joined the army to make a quick buck – hell, was one of 'em myself. But eight years to sprout a conscience? Nah, fuck that.

V

9APut 'im down? That your solution?

Johnny

9AKarma. Had it comin' to 'im. 'Course, 'less you're gonna take pity on every asshole who starts feelin' blue.

V

5ETell me – what don't I know 'bout Dogtown?

Rinder

5EWasn't the scavs tried to fuck me over – was that shit-weasel, Jason! Dogtown's teemin' with filth like him. Makes BARGHEST look good in comparison!

5ESee how they live in those cargo containers? Bunch of fuckin' savages. Can't have folks leavin', either – nuh-huh. Want you to rot right there beside 'em!

V

4BBeen doin' Hansen's dirty work for years, tyin' off loose ends. That all a blackout, too?

4DRippers in Dogtown – none of 'em could help? Say what's ailin' ya?

Rinder

4DIf they did, you think I'd have myself gutted like a fish? Rippin' out third-gen combat-'ware and chippin' myself with crooked chrome for what – shits and gigs?

V

3BEveryone's makin' you out like some crazed killer – the butcher of Dogtown. And here you are hatchin' weak-ass excuses?

3CYou let scavs carve you up like a Thanksgiving turkey… Why?

Rinder

3C'Cause I told 'em to, what'd ya think? Sold 'em my chrome. Might be twisted fucks, but they keep their word.

V

3CNow you're gonna tell me that hulking slab of scav that came at me was your ripper?

Rinder

3CThat bumblin' buffoon? Heh! Just proof they can't guard for shit.

V

3EYou and Hansen – what happened? Left you on the rocks?

Rinder

3EYou got eyes? Tossed me to rot in the gutter – my chooms, too. Eight years I gave that asshole…

Johnny

3EEight years? Kid enlisted at twenty, had no excuse. Fuck did he think'd happen, stuffin' himself with combat 'ware like a piñata? Matter o' time 'fore he'd burst.

V

3EYou and Hansen – what happened? Left you on the rocks?

Rinder

3EYou got eyes? Tossed me to rot in the gutter – my chooms, too. Eight years I gave that asshole…

Johnny

3EEight years? Kid enlisted at twenty, had no excuse. Fuck did he think'd happen, stuffin' himself with combat 'ware like a piñata? Matter o' time 'fore he'd burst.

Rinder

2AI'm Rinder all right, or 'least what's left of 'im. Guessin' you're here on contract. Hansen send you?

V

2BFolks over at the Stacks send their regards..

Rinder

2BFuck them, and fuck you!

V

2BFolks over at the Stacks send their regards..

Johnny

And justice is served. Just like Briana ordered.

V

Justice, yeah...

Johnny

Hey, you chose this merc life. Did what you were paid to do.

V

Wonder how many gigs it'll take 'fore someone decides it's my turn to stare down the barrel.

Johnny

This where Rinder came to do biz? An abandoned motel crawling with organ kleppers?

Wonder if we'll find him on the first floor, or on all of 'em, chopped into little bits.

V

Rinder's leadspitter. He got here all right.

Johnny

Uh-huh.

V

Biomonitors. Scavs're reprogrammin' them to jam signals in similar models. Just like they did with Sandra Dorsett's biomon.

Johnny

One of them's Rinder's. See?

V

Well, well…

One with the BARGHEST vest's got "Rinder" written on it... and prices on its arms and legs. Scavs sold him for parts?

Johnny

No clue. Only thing we do know's the fucker cost an arm and a leg.

V

Hilarious. Let's just find him, his dog tag – whatever's left of 'im.

Scavenger – freshly operated. Out cold, but still breathin'.

Johnny

Not a second do these sickos waste. Chrome from their victims' bodies hasn't even cooled 'fore they're chippin' it.

V

Bloodstains, almost fresh. Looks like they carved someone up here recently.

Johnny

Guts on the walls, blood on the floor, optical on the table. Interior decoration – Scav edition.

Ain't Rinder. Just a mountain of a scav.

Gotta bad feeling, V.

Hear that?

Hey! Over here!

Oh fuck…

Not our guy.

V

Made someone a promise.

Rinder

Flicking you some coordinates… just go there, you'll see. And uh… thanks.

V

Made someone a promise.

Johnny

Oh fuck…