Even if you can't write what you want to tell in English, you don't have to look up difficult words or expressions in the dictionary to write it. You have only to simplify what you want to tell.
>>44 I've been playing mgo for almost 2 years. Total time is over 1500 hours. How could this possibly be in the way they lived. Shit is all fucked up, i think.
>>45 In a way I know what you mean, but frankly, just understanding what native speakers say is not enough. Let's take an example. Many Cantonese(広東人) can understand Mandarin(中国標準語), but they can't speak it well.
If we really want to use English without any difficulty, we have to consciously improve our English oral skills. If you are a "hikky", why don't you talk to yourself in English. It's one good way to develop the skills.
>耳で聞いて理解できるようになれば、勝手に話せるようになると思う。 If you could listen and understand what native speakers say, you would be able to speak English without special efforts.
> ↑文法とか間違ってたらどんどん指摘してくれ。 Please feel free to correct me if I made any grammatical mistakes.
>>47 >Many Cantonese(広東人) can understand Mandarin(中国標準語), but they can't speak it well.
そう。まず(どんな感じのことをいってるかを)理解させるレベルまでは、一人だけでも身につけられる。 yes, first, i can learn the speaking skill of making the person who is speaking to understand (what i want say mainly) by myself. そこから先のレベルは仰るとおり、実際に会話をする中で身に着けないといけない。 then, more the high speaking skill (like your telling) should be learned practically in the conversation. ということですかね。 thus i understand what you say.
>>49-50 参考になります。 thanks, i refer to your sentence.
>>86 Thank you. This is one the most comfortable places for me to write in English. It would be nice if we can communicate with each other in English here ;)
Some wiseguy's been introducing this trash to my girls down Portland Harbor. Go and introduce a bat to his face! I want compensation for this insult!
The Don's son Joey Leone wants some action from his regular girl Misty. Joey ain't the kind you keep waiting, remember, this is your foot in the door... so keep your eyes on the road and off Misty!
The Forelli brothers have owned me money for too long, and they need to be taught some respect.
The Triads think they can mess with me, the triads, with ME! Drop by later and we'll give them something to launder, their own bloodstained clothes!
What were you doing up there, whatever it was I bet it cost me money.
There's a car stuffed with a stiff at the cafe near Callahan Point. One of the Forellies thought he was a wise guy, so he got what he had coming to him.
I've had enough of this shit. We're gonna finish the Triads in Liberty, once and for all. 8-ball's rigged a dustcart with a bomb. Their fish factory will open its gates for a dustcart, so you can drive right in. I want it to rain mackerel. We're talking real biblical here, nothing low budget.
The Cartels has got bottomless funds from pushing that SPANK crap. If we make an open attack on them, they'll wipe the floor with us. I'm asking you to destroy that SPANK factory as a personal favor to me, Salvatore Leone. If you do this for me, you will be a made man, anything you want.
They have a weakness for the ice cream. Pick up the bomb I've hidden in Harwood, hijack the regular ice cream van on its rounds. And lure these fools to their doom with the jeengle-jeengle
We all do dumb things... that's what makes us human.
You, without a visa, I would stay in Broker. Fuck it, stay in Hove Beach. Everyone like us does.
War is where the young and stupid are tricked by the old and bitter into killing each other. I was very young, and very angry. Maybe that is no excuse...
Tell this fucking yokel here if he doesn't stop staring at me, I'll have his head chopped off and put a film of it on the internet!
We're at the bottom of the ladder man. These thugs push us around. But they are not to be feared.
I lost it this time, but when I go back the last thing they will expect is for me to take everything. Then I really will clean up.
I have the feeling only thing you will come out of there with is more debt. Has always been that way with you, Roman.
They have stopped following us. Clearly they are too scared of what I could do to them.
The money, the people, all of this noise around us - there is a lot of stuff I must get used to here in Liberty City. I think that speaking this language should be the least of my problems.
We must take what we can get, When the big money rolls in, then we will look real classy.
He'll come back and trash our place if he gets away, get him, cousin.
He's driving better than you with one arm. Come on.
We will have no more problems from now on, cousin. It is all plain sailing straight to the top for you and me.
Ever since I get to Hove Beach, ever since I arrive here I have been pushed around. Me and you, Niko, me and you going to be in control from now on. Ain't going to let no one push us around. Going to stand up to all these pimps and loan sharks from now on.
What? You keep staring at me, I'll burst one of your eyeballs.
My hands haven't been clean for a long time. Being here in Liberty City is just making them dirtier. I ain't got no problem with that. Just don't tell me if you stole this shit from a hospital or a school for sick kids. My conscience is troubled enough already.
Just like every other chump who gets off a boat here, I thought things might be more exciting. This is just the beginning. It seems I need to sort out my cousin's life before I can work on my own. He appears to owe money to half of Hove Beach.
I thought all I'd been doing since I got here was helping you out.
You better start remember important people you dumb peasant. Your cousin owes me a lot of money. If you don't want to make things real difficult for him you're going to come to Comrades Bar on Mohawk.
People who fuck with me get fucked with! Some old man not paid me in months, and I'm not kind of person who is treated this way.
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He paid up. I had to smash the shop up pretty good, but he paid.
I haven't been having that much fun since I got here. Has been a lot like hard work.
You're going to have your license revoked... My friend, smoking in a bar is a crime. Plain and simple.
Now one more peasant is trying to avoid paying. Thinks in this country, business is done differently. Says he will call cops on us. Jerk needs to be taught a lesson. Give him a beating. Let him know... might is right!
You will be getting the money to him soon, or your wife shall be using your washing machines to get blood out of your clothes.
I like your style. You can be an intimidating guy. It's a shame everybody knows what a stupid yokel you are when you open your mouth, eh?
We're sitting here and calling the cops and watching them show up and look around. The fucking stupid bastards.
You should have told me how bad things were in this country before I got here.
There is no such thing as a new beginning. With every day we live we pick up new baggage, baggage that we must carry with us for the rest of our lives. There's no dropping it and pretending we are fresh and clean just because we get off a boat in a new place.
You have to move on from the things that happened to you and think about all the opportunities in this country. Chances to make lots of money, chances to get college girls into bed.
Niko. You had lost before we even got here. Darts is about having the mental edge.
I could have beaten you with my eyes closed, cousin. I'm sorry but I'm that much better.
Congratulations. It is not often that someone beats me at darts.
Do you see... do you see something in my eye. I am not seeing so good. Must be how you beat me.
Do not worry about losing. At least you are better at stealing cars and shooting things.
Niko, how could you expect to beat someone as supremely skilled as me? It was foolish.
Niko, good game. You are good at bowling and I'm good with the ladies. We both have skills.
Even without a warmup you will be no match for me on the pool table.
Niko, when will you learn? Your cousin is better than you at pool. You are no match.
There are better things to do on a pool table than play pool. I could show you the things I'd do to a bored housewife on one.
You are drunk. Your vision is blurred and you will find it difficult to walk and drive. Try to keep your balance. You will sober up soon.
If movement is proving difficult, it might be best to get a cab to take you where you are going.
I'm not exactly sober, I better not be driving.
I can't sell a dirty car. I know your cousin likes them dirty. Maybe your whole yokel family drive around in their dirty cars but it's not the way over here. Fucking peasants don't do nothing right.
I could fuck this car up worse than a little dirt.
Let me go and I'll lay low. No one's going to know that I'm alive. Not even my mother. I'll stay out of Hove Beach. I'll be a ghost.
I'm getting enough pussy at the moment. I tell you, is so much better if woman already have a man. Because you don't have to deal with all their shit all day.
I'm not walking away until this thing is finished. He'll come back. The only thing that will hold him down is six feet of dirt.
This is principle, we do this because we will not be stepped upon. By doing nothing, we let Vlad take everything from us.
My friends will track you down, you won't last a moment. I wish I could be there to watch Mikhail cut your peasant balls off.
You've killed yourself and your cousin, yokel. You are a dead man. Mikhail Faustin thought of me as a brother. He will get revenge. You are nothing in this city. You will be crashed. Hove Beach is a small place, my friends will find you.
You were about to cut up some guy in my house, making all that noise, to find out he is his cousin?
You are very lucky Vlad was an idiot. The only reason I keep him around is because I fuck his sister.
You better get those screens soon. Or I will personally pull your cousin's stitches out, one by one, and watch his guts spill onto the floor. Clean this shit up.
I've angered people? Me? Not "we". When I give out money, it's "us". When I have to push people, it's "me". All alone. Don't think I cannot see through you.
This guy has been making porno in his basement and he didn't cut Mikhail in. Taking a bite of this pie would be very profitable for our operation.
I can't die today. I got something special in these pants, I need to show it to the world.
Guns don't seem that controlled. I seen plenty and I just got here.
Fuck! You're lucky Roman don't try to make you kill someone every two seconds.
These guys are making the shit loads of cash, and we ain't seein' any of it. Word is, they've started their own porno site as well. Mikhail gets a taste of any money that gets made in Hove Beach. It doesn't matter that it's online.
I heard about these. Big American Supermarket where you can buy any gun you want. Ammu-Nation, right? Shopping carts full of AK47s... I might buy flame-thrower.
You fuckin' Ruskies are milking me dry. I ain't a cow.
It was very difficult for me to persuade him that a man like you could be more useful to us alive than dead. Mikhail is making enemies very rapidly, a friend like you is useful. You are a man worth having on our side.
She's my daughter. Ungrateful bitch. I bring her here. I spoil her rotten. Raise her well. Look what I've given her!
If you're going to hurt Jason, you should hurt me too.
I've killed the biker. I don't know how happy your daughter will be.
I don't care about her happiness. I care about discipline and loyalty.
That's some good shit. You done cleaned me out. Yo! I'm all out of product. Dropping in to pick some up. Be ready.
We gotta get you online - it's a world of opportunities! Yesterday I was online and I discovered a blog about women who don't like to shave. That's pretty important.
I'm going to hate this drive. Ever since I got to this city, my friend. Roman's been screwing me ever since I got here. Yeah, whatever. I don't do this crap for the money anyway. I'm just here for the pussy, man.
I hope you enjoy the trouble you are going to be getting into here.
I'm not getting paid to lug your ugly ass around and I'm not happy about it, okay, my friend? I am really hoping that Roman realises you are a free loading shit hole so I don't have to drive you again.
He did not used to be like this. When we were young, at home, he was beautiful. He was happy... he made me happy. But then something changed... years ago. I never quite knew what it was.
I never thought I'd live like this. When the war came, I did bad things. And after the war, I thought nothing of doing bad things. I killed people, smuggled people, sold people.
After you walk into a village, and you see fifty children, all sitting neatly in a row against the church wall, each with their throats cut and their hands chopped off, you realize that the creature that could do this doesn't have a soul.
I'm nervous enough about driving a truck full of explosives around the city for Mikhail Faustin. Anyway, I'm sorry but if I get drunk with you and then drive this thing I'll definitely blow myself up.
I thought nothing scares you, man? Pussy. Hasn't anyone got any balls? You and Dimitri, you'd be nothing without me... nothing. This is how you treat me...
Sometimes people fuck other people over, okay? And the people that fuck other people need to get fucked with.
A lot of people are going to be very grateful that certain people who fucked with them can't say things to other people or fuck with anyone anymore. If you get me?
Niko, you are good with a pool cue. You can teach me about that while I teach you about women.
Niko, you're pretty good. It's clearly those Belic genes you've got. If we were a team we'd be unstoppable.
Did you see those titties in there? I could have covered them with butter and syrup and had them for breakfast.
Man, I love this country. It's fucking amazing. I'm high on life, man. American life. It's the fast-food, the cheap gas, the fake titties - there's a short cut for everything here. You just need to know where it is. Most people are too foolish to look for the shortcuts. They stay on the highway like every other chump. I'm an innovator. I drive off the highway. Off road baby! Every move I make is a gamble. I'm going to get knocked back a few times, sure. But one day I'll find that short cut to the top. If you're lucky I might take you there with me.
In the Old Country, the only thing you could count on was a bomb landing on your bedroom roof in the night. Here, anything is possible. It's the land of opportunity. They must put something into the water, man, because all I'm feeling is pure optimism.
Alright Mr. "I'm Roman's cousin so I'm too good to pay for a car". I hope you enjoyed your free ride, I certainly did not enjoy the driving of you.
You're given a choice, kill your best friend, or die... what do you do? Wherever you go, people will find you, if they want to badly enough. And for this they want blood.
I told them you were a hired gun. And they said as long as you were the one to kill him, you'd be spared.
You know, if there is one thing I have learned, it's that we must obey the rules of the game. We can pick the game, but we cannot change the rules.
You think Dimitri would have survived prison without me? He'd just be some prison queen, had I not been there. Meat for some gym monkey!
I am not dead yet. Some are still loyal to me.
Too kind, that's what I was, too kind. I let the snakes into the nest and they destroyed everything. I gave them everything and they took everything from me. Now they've sent you to take the only thing I have left. You have me cornered. There is nowhere for me to go.
We don't have time for revenge. We can't afford it. We can lay low... and start over.
I was thinking about getting out of the cab business. Last night I had a dream... You and I had a place of our own. A place where people come to eat and relax. A classy place. None of this fast-food, diner bullshit. We own a real restaurant, a tavern. It is a place of distinction, you know?
All I know is we have to get as far from Dimitri and Bulgarin as we can.
Do you know how long it took me to get a place of my own? You got off the boat and I was here for you. I get here and I had nothing, nobody. I worked my way up from the fucking dirt.
Do you know how long it took me to get set up here? You don't because it was easy for you. You had it all from day one. It took me months to get some cash together. Finally I bought a cab and then another, then I got the depot... I slept under my desk at that place for over a year... then I got the apartment, the apartment you thought was so shitty. Now it's gone along with everything else.
You have a lot to apologize for. Since you got here I've had my computer smashed, I've been beaten up, I was kidnapped and then shot in the stomach, my apartment got burned down and so did my business. Things have been going so great, just great, since you showed up.
You remember that time we went to the bar back home and found it razed to the ground? Just a pile of rubble... everything smashed, except for that one bottle of vodka.
I don't want to talk about back home. We're here in America now and I should be thinking about my life here, my life which is ruined.
I had bought her a ring. That is what I wanted to show you. It was a beautiful ring. It was worthy of her. Now I have nothing! Come on, Roman, pull yourself together. You've been here before. Positive mental attitude.
I do not think it would be much difference to them, Niko. One dead Bellic will give them a little bit of happiness while they wait for next. We are in this situation. We must deal with it.
You add these insults to the injuries I have already suffered. Cruel, Niko, cruel.
You do not need a ring to propose. Mallorie loves you for who you are, not for some ring.
I think maybe they might get me when going after you. That seems like the pattern of events since you got here. I am the one end up feeling the pain after you piss people off.
Fifteen minutes ago you were cowering in fear because you didn't know what was going to happen. Now, you know everything is shit and we are going to be killed, and you're all cheerful. I don't get it!
There he be. We gots to follow him to them other leeches, man. They be sucking the damn life out of these streets.
Apparently the mob teaches people to stay two car lengths behind a target.
You know, when I was stalking this girl in Europe, I found that two car lengths was the best distance.
It's two car lengths, right? That's how far you stay behind a woman when you're harassing her?
You gay or something man? Stay away from his ass.
Stay off him, we need to find them leeches.
Only someone who has been to prison gets that close to a man. Hold off, man!
This boy's got personal space issues, man. Stay back.
Follow don't mean get all up in his shit. It's over. A kid dies tonight, man, on your head it be. Get outta here.
Shit, man. He seen us. He ain't never gonna go to his boys now. I'm disappointed in you man. I thought we was on the same page. I thought you cared. Get out.
Step on it, man. I need you close to this guy, but not too close. You hear me?
I'm paying you to follow him so do it, man.
That guy gets away there'll be more drugs on the street, killing our kids.
You lost him, man. He probably selling drugs to kids right now. If you can't clean up the streets, man, then you can walk on them, man. Get out.
Man, you hit him. No way we can get the rest of them leeches now!
All I can say is I hope you'll continue to make the community a better place. Good to meet you, I hear you're helping this guy with his vital work for our city.
The cousin of that guy you killed, Lyle Rivas, owes me a lot of money. And the dick won't pay. Instead he's said he's going to have me killed, that bitch. This guy is in hiding. He's a serious cockhound. But the guy knows me, and I don't think anyone would date that fat Slav. So, I'm just doing your profile.
I will find you, Niko. I have burnt you and your cousin out of Hove Beach. I will smoke you out of any other hiding place you have in this city.
If you want my advice, the only way you're going to get your balls back to normal is if you stop juicing or you get implants.
I wanna talk about Roman. He's got a problem. He's gambling like an animal. Online, in clubs, everywhere. You need to control your cousin bro. He's getting involved with some serious cats, homie. Even people I might think twice about dealing with. I'm starting to think he's more interested in cards than chasing pussy. And that ain't cool. You dig?
I just like to keep an eye on things. There ain't a deal in this town I don't know about. I own this city, for real. You obviously ain't been big time. I started small like you, player. Slinging rocks on the corner, sticking cats up, all type of shit. Them was the old days. Now it's all about diversification. This is a cash deal. I got other shit going down as well.
I pay like a Shlongberg Sachs bonus, bitch. It's Christmas every day when you're rolling with this nigga.
I like to make money, but there should be other considerations when you into business with a person. I have learnt that at a price.
Let's do this. Nothing like selling some dope to let you know you're alive.
Yo. They gonna expect us to go out the front with that biker dude. We gonna hit up the roof. You clear out the floor above first, money.
Yo, money. We going down through this sucker. You want to start rolling with me, drive me back to my crib in Northwood on X.
Yo man! You made me look gay, man. I warned you, bro. I'm a lord, man, not a lady. This show was gonna make me famous! Shit. Yo, Niko, man. I got the film genius here making me look like a transsexual, or something, on TV. And now some punks been talkin' all kinds of shit too.
Shit man. I'd a fucking died instead of being caught by them feds.
You know what happened last time some puto thought he'd stare me down.
I got the insurance money for the cab depot burning down. The stupid bastards thought it was an electrical fire, not arson. I've put the money into another cab depot. Bellic Enterprises is up and running again.
You gonna go in there and get them Mafia types off the site. Meantime, I'm gonna tell Yusuf how good we been to him. That cat and me is going to be tight as two cellmates on lockdown after this.
Shit, you doing this for a paycheck. I'm givin' you them dollar bills, and when Playboy pays, he pays big! You getting that mad money on this one.
Don't worry, money. When I'm big time, I won't forget about cats like you. The people who helped me get to the top.
Dwayne's been getting on my nerves... pushing me, man. But whatever... we spoke about that shit already. G. Dwayne ain't the only thing I got on my mind... Some motherfucker's been calling me a phoney, calling me a snitch, calling me all kinds of bullshit. Well... he's got some real loose lips.
Here, take this, head down there, take a photo, send it to me, and I'll point out which one of them motherfuckers it is. And that's a little gift for you.
Cousin, I am in no mood to be entertained. Another time will be better... perhaps.
I'm done... I can't cope no more, man. I mean, prison was easy compared to this shit. Fuck it, man. Fuck it all! I mean, I used to have everything. I used to run uptown. Bohan, all that shit. Now, I ain't shit. I ain't got the energy no more. I been stabbed in the back too many fucking times. I mean, there's bitches everywhere.
He's in the back but he don't wanna be troubled. You know how he needs to concentrate when he's counting up that money.
If you're looking to get some wood, you're gonna have to wait. Jesus test drives all the new bitches.
Nobody's going to be partying up in your club anymore.
Playboy ain't gonna be happy. He still did business with the gangsters that took over. Screw that. They fuck me, they fucked - right? Playboy gonna feel that shit.
Fucking bitch... nobody wants to roll with me no more. It's like I'm tainted. My girlfriend, the love of my fucking life... man, I was pulling moves in the joint so this bitch could pay the rent. Now, she won't answer the phone. Man, I gave her everything when I was inside. Cars, houses, apartments, bank accounts. Everything. I heard she hanging with Jayvon now. Some punk who fucking talked. He swears he wasn't involved in me going down, but I knew. I knew his ass was lying. Now motherfucker's fucking my girl? Sometimes I just wanna end this shit. Just... bam. But I ain't there yet. Not quite.
Then I'll go speak to both of them. I'll ask for your money back... and if they don't agree, I'll make them.
I'll bother. I'm getting paid. And besides... you remind me of me.
I know I fucked Dwayne over real bad but he wouldn't want me dead. He too much of a gentleman for that. He ain't like that Playboy X punk, he's only chasing paper. You do right by Dwayne he gonna stick to you for life.
Girl get lonely when her man's inside for a long time. I thought Playboy was gonna look out for me but he didn't answer my calls. I did what I did to survive. Please. I don't wanna die. Come on!
Dwayne wouldn't ever hurt no one he loved, even if they screwed him like I did. Please. I'm only human. Come on.
She was going to say anything to get out of that. No getting out of it now.
Jacob tells me it wasn't him. But some people he introduced me to have ripped me off big time. And put the heat on me. I know they did. Or someone did.
You better hope Niko can make this right for you then. Or we've got a big fucking problem, rasta. Niko, go do this fools job for him.
I have been working for the government. I'm afraid it's my job to watch you. And now I have to ask you for the coke. Please, please, don't make this harder for me than it already is. I'm sorry it had to be this way Niko.
Look, they are about to take down Elizabeta. You could have gone down too if you weren't so useful.
Don't help him out when it fucks up my business interests. Damn, son. That ain't cool.
Hey, Man, this is getting out of control. The police are all over me. I can feel them. So... so I'm going to go to prison, for a long time! So, my life is over! All this work... for nothing, man.
Now, word up, bitch, you betta stop slinging that shit on my streets, yo. We don't want it anymore. The streets have spoken. Now leave my people alone!
Niko, shit is getting fucked up. I need to see you at my crib. That cat ain't got no vision, wants to shut down the site and shit. Make it a memorial to Union workers who've died in accidents. Man, fuck Yusuf Amir. I got bigger problems.
Niko, man, I'm going crazy. Since I got out things just don't make no sense. They did on the inside. Three meals a day, time in the yard, lockdown at eight.
Things out here is mad crazy. On the down low, I think Playboy wants me dead. Might just let him do it, put a cap in my dome. End it all.
You've killed people. You should be dead yourself, or inside. You're just lucky it was me, and not someone else who got their hooks into you.
I'm sorry that I lied to you... and weirdly in some ways you're a nice guy... better than the creeps I normally date.
He's got a computer. Check his emails. Call back with any information that would indicate his current whereabouts.
You're acting crazy. You aren't being watched by government spies. Your phone isn't tapped. You don't need to drink that bottled water or eat from those tins because no one wants to poison you. Please get that into your head.
Please don't kill me. I did not mean what I was saying. They were just ideas. It was not meant to be taken literally. I meant no harm to this great country, nor to Russia if that is who sent you. Please.
Not by a long shot, smart ass. Nothing is safe, no one is safe. Maybe something has been averted, maybe delayed.
I should never have thought I could beat you people. At least I am not being sent back to the homeland. I do not wish to think what they would do to me.
Did you serve your purpose? Then you are that much closer to finding the man you are after. That strange feeling deep inside - that's the feeling of satisfaction after you did something good. Congratulations.
I didn't give you a free pass to act like an asshole. You're bringing a lot of heat. Hanging out with bad people, doing bad things, making idiot moves.
There's a hundred guys in this building alone who fit my description. Middle aged men, paunchy, glasses... you bring them here? What's this? Empty office, leased to a man who died in the last days of Vietnam... Call me up. My number never existed.
You are about to see a chopper taking off from Civilization Plaza. We need to get hold of it. Follow it. Wait until it touches down then, when the passengers are out, get in and fly it to the airport in Dukes.
I haven't flown one of these things since the war.
Cousin. How you doing? I'm in the gentlemen's club. I think you'd really get into this. You should come down.
All I know is that her friends have got me by the balls.
You know that a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. That people ain't perfect... that life is a mess... So you look out for me... and I don't look out for you. Know what I mean?
Listen... I did what I did... I made a mistake. That don't make me the devil. Now obviously I can't go, cause then he gets a picture of me giving him money, and I'm admitting guilt. I ain't guilty of nothing, other than being a man.
He better have my paper. I ain't fucking around. We're gonna make this shit happen. I don't mess around, you know? Push me and this shit is all over Weazel News. I got them on speed dial, and there's a lawyer called Tom Goldberg who's real interested. He's hungry for McReary's blood and shit.
Call me when this exchange is going down. I don't like all the talking.
We're talking about how you ain't getting no money, but you're still giving up the photos. Looks like you've been fucking with the wrong cop.
I can get rid of these now. I feel like a new man. Not many people get a second chance like this. It's my redemption.
Let me put it like this... if a guy makes a mistake, should that ruin his life? People don't understand how life is. Life is like a bowl of fruit... slowly rotting in a hot kitchen....
I'm a good guy! I... he's got it all wrong... but one stain on my character and I'm finished. I want to make a difference.
So, it's him or me. And it might as well be him, right. But... he's hard to get to. Guy has a bodyguard, limo, everything. You're gonna need to get one on one with him.
There's a job in the recruitment section that I think you'd be perfect for. Have a killer interview.
I've sent off the application. I've always wanted to be a lawyer.
You can be whatever you like. It's the land of opportunity. Any fool can become President.
The smug bastard ain't gonna know what's coming at him. Teach him for sticking his nose in other peoples' business and get the files.
We don't know what it is that they're bringing in exactly. All we know is that it's worth a dollar or two.
You'd have a good time. Unless you're hoping to see me sis again? If that's what's going through your brain then we've got ourselves a problem. The problem's that you'll be letting yourself in for a lifetime without getting action.
Saving someone's life has got to count for something in this fucked up age we live in.
We get up on the roof of that warehouse. There should be a good view of the dock so we can scope that shit out.
This is where the deal's meant to be going down. And here's the boat, right on time. See those boxes on the back of the boat? They must be bringing cloned meds. Sutff that'll stop housewives cutting their wrists and make their husbands get wood.
We'll wait until the truck is loaded and then take it. Simple as that. I'll cover you from up here while you're down on the ground cleaning up.
Well, the risk is... we all die a very slow and painful death. And the money is good, very good indeed.
Ray's given us a tip off about a big payment the Ancelottis just got. We're all gonna do real well outta this.
This is how things work here. The whole city is turning into a fucking theme park. Only places an honest criminal can make any money are these shit holes.
Don't go dropping too much green after this. If the Ancelottis hear we've been spending it up they might finger us for this job. If that happens, the bookies will be the least of your worries.
Don't trouble yourself about me, Packie. I'm sitting on my money. Not gonna throw it at the bookies like Gordon over here.
I don't give a shit what you're doing with your cut. All I care about is you holding up your end of the job.
You shouldn't save too much, Michael. You never know, you might get hit by a bus tomorrow.
My cousin, Roman, he has this gambling problem as well. Can't have a dollar in his pocket without spending it at a card game.
Moment of fucking truth. Alright boys, if Ray is correct then the money's going to be kept in the office in the main building. And there should be a boat docked out back for the getaway.
Okay kids, I got the cash. Shit! Looks like we're not the only ones after it.
There's got to be a pizza parlor on this island coz I ain't never seen so many Italians. Gordon, Michael. You hold these boys back while me and Niko make a swim for it with the money.
Hey man, give my sister a ring. I know she'd appreciate it. Could be fun if you don't mind dating a fucking nun.
Niko, I think Roman has been kidnapped. I heard he owes some Russians money. A friend of mine saw him at that card club on Hunt Point.
Niko - I thought I would send you this picture. Looks like your cousin is in a bit of a fix.
You will pay for what you've done.
Cousin, they will pay for taking you.
We were hoping you would come, Bellic. This party is for you.
It is you who is in danger, Bellic. Not your fat cousin.
Your death could have been so much more painful if you gave us some time.
We have had to put up with your fat cousin's whining.
You might not have come if we cut his head off.
Mr. Rascalov will be so happy when he sees your dead body, Bellic.
Cousin, I knew you'd come for me!
I am not afraid of death. When she comes for me I shall embrace her. I hope that Roman has the same inner peace.
Get back or I wild cut his fucking head off. Your cousin will die if you come close, I promise this.
I haven't got all day. Leave here. Fuck you, you are causing your cousin's death by being here.
Mallorie, they had Roman in the warehouse. I came too late.
I'm used to taking these beatings, Niko. I almost expect it now. Wherever I go there are people who want to kill me. Men, who will kidnap me. I'll never marry Mallorie. I won't be able to sleep with another college girl. There is a knife hanging over me.
Who were those men, what happened? That seemed like a lot of protection to be giving a man who ran up some gambling debts.
We have to get out of Bohan, maybe it is time to go to Algonquin. We can disappear in Algonquin.
Only for so long. We will be found eventually no matter where we go. Confrontation and or peace will be our choices at some point. I know the option I am leaning toward.
I'd go for anything as long as I could be guaranteed safety, that's all I want.
I'm scared you cold bastard... all you care about is revenge and getting your own way.
And all you care about is money, and gambling it away on the internet. Oh! Isn't America great? I get to sit in front of a computer and play Mr. Rich Man and get into debt with crooks.
Stop sitting in front of the computer gambling our money? Stop getting into illegal card games? Stop spending all our money?
I'm going to clean up. I have a nasty feeling I had a bit of an accident back there.
I nearly ran into your cousin the other day. My friends were hanging out with him. The party got busted up though before I got there.
I wish you had been there. We could have had some fun.
Not as much fun as I would have had with Roman, believe me.
Let's see how we do. So anyways, I got this friend, only the friend ain't my friend no more, because he ain't getting me the vig he owes. Seems this guy does not respect the waste management business.
Nicky - this might be of use. Look out for this guy, Alonzo. He'll tell you what you need to know if you're persuasive.
The elevator can be used to reach the 20th floor.
And you have paid for this place? It wasn't so long ago that your debts got you kidnapped by the Russian mob.
Niko. The shit went down with those guys in Bohan. Elizabeta's doing a bid. I think she might have killed Manny. Good thing you haven't been hanging around with them too much. That shit is fucked up. I'm sorry for getting you involved.
Don't worry about it. You've got enough on your plate looking after Roman.
Niko - Wear a suit and a smart pair of shoes. Try Perseus in Algonquin. You'll need to pack some heat too, but don't go flashing it about until you meet Goldberg.
I'll just see if Mr. Goldberg is available. Mr. Goldberg, Mr. Bellic has arrived for his interview.
Mr. Goldberg is such a saint. He teaches kids to swim, you know? He's just so warm and giving. All he cares about is making the world a better place.
I didn't even get in the room with him. Things kicked off a bit early.
Fuck me, this guy's about to bring my whole life tumbling down and you can't even go into an interview room. You'd be more useful to me on the inside.
I'm looking for a man who can get jobs done right. You seem to be the sort of man who would go the extra distance, I just need to take another look, get myself reacquainted with your experience.
My problem is that people don't notice the decay in society. They leave the decay alone and soon it's too late so you have to pull the whole tooth.
I'm the guy who goes around shaking people. For people, read society, read City Hall. I shake them, and I say "floss!" Get rid of the rotting flesh stuck in your teeth. Prevent decay!
We're on the front-line young man. A man I was recently with in this office, in this very room, was murdered. You gotta fight for what is just in this world.
Whoa, is that thing real? You know, if that thing goes off we can sue the shit out of whoever sold it to you.
The guys you see are gonna be working for that scumbag in one way or another. Anyway, these projects all got the same layout, a staircase leading up on either side. Try to get off the ground floor before getting violent.
Remember, you're doing a real service for the community by getting rid of this scumbag.
Going up there would be a dumb play. I'm telling you that.
Clarence told me to dead any fool who don't belong in here.
Get out of here. I see you again, you'll wish I had killed you now.
He tried to convince me to let him go. Said he's get out of town. I finished him anyway.
Good move. You shouldn't trust a word that comes out of that scum's mouth. The streets are a little bit cleaner now he's gone.
Whatever you say. They don't look much cleaner from where I'm standing.
I send you to destroy an organization and you only make the boss disappear. Now his chief lieutenant is holed up in an apartment, and he wants to speak to the feds.
No, no, no, no. You sent me to kill one guy. One guy who would put you in prison.
Tell it to the judge. Tell him I only sent you to kill one guy... so it ain't your fault. I wonder what he'll say? Maybe he'll let you walk - on account you being braindead and totally fucking mentally retarded.
Come on, you idiot. One more. The guy's a fucking lowlife. He means nothing. If there is a God, and he loves us, if there is, he'd want this fuck dead. The guy sells heroin to kids.
Okay, the mope's holed up in his apartment. It's on the fourth floor on the east side of the street. Go up onto the roof of the building opposite to get a shot at him.
Look around the place, see if there's something you can use to get his lazy ass up.
Then use your damn imagination to get him to the window. Jesus! Call me when it's done.
You did the right thing. I hope that the kids out there get this message and realize that there are better paths to take.
There is nothing wrong with admitting that you have done some good. The community thanks you. One percent better. If one hundred people managed that... it'd be a hundred percent.
You will be reminded about your date with French Tom an hour before the arranged time.
Bellic. We need you. Now. The chopper is prepped and waiting off Grummer Road in Northwood. Your sometime accomplice, Jacob, is there.
Yo Niko, got some serious fire power up in here. Rocket launcher. Bo!
Let's find him and get this over with. I don't like being in this man's pocket.
You shouldn't have asked me to kill Dwayne, Playboy.
You coulda been someone, Niko. Even if you kill me, you gonna have this whole town after your ass. Another motherfucker gone and let the money go to his head.
You didn't change the game, the game changed you.
Dwayne, I dealt with Playboy. You should know that he asked me to end you first. He was going to pay me a lot of money to do it.
This is Dwayne, guess not many people got this number cause nobody's calling. If you gotta hold it, leave me a message.
Hey man, did you just call me? I was in the shower and I heard the phone ringing so I thought you mighta called or something. My bad. Later.
Hey, are you my date? Thank God! You never know who's going to turn up when you've met someone online.
All sorts of sickos can use the internet. You have to be careful.
I'll tell you a secret; he pretends to have the dollars but he's broke as hell - the loser. If there's one thing that I hate more than fat people and cripples, it is poor guys.
I'm just here to do a job. People in this world need to work. And my work is getting rid of you.
There's all sorts of crazy bitches on that site you can get into. I'd be getting involved in that internet dating shit but I only date models, you know? Or VIPs who could be models.
I need a flashy car. People are going to think I'm a no nut bullshitter if I fail to deliver here.
You and me aren't girlfriend types. We see bitches but we can't get tied down. We gotta get out there bro. Spread our seed in as many fields as we can.
We're going to dominate this shit. I've got good feelings about this. We're gonna win this for sure brother!
Shit man, I wanted to hit that race hard. But you got the rage, I feel that man. Another time.
Take me back to my apartment, man. I'm feeling jacked. I wanna hit the weights.
I can't go around fucking people up because you've over done it on the juice.
Alright, Nicky, man. You don't wanna let our business thing get in the way of our personal relationship.
Gerry just likes to think he knows best about everything... which is why he's been married three times already and still won't admit he likes men.
Alright, here's how the shit is going down. We're gonna go inside and each take down a security guard. Me and St. Michael here are gonna handle the civilians while Niko and Derrick manage the employees.
Anyone tries anything, you put them down hard. Once the situation has been controlled, Derrick's going to rig the vault door with explosive.
Safe to say, what we're using is controllable enough to go through any vault door without incinceration whatever's inside. Not going to leave much residue on the notes either so they should be washable.
All makes sense to me. If you guys can stop arguing for a few minutes then I think we might be okay.
Gerald was very clear about the way things is going down, boys. Me and Michael are on the civilians, Derrick and Niko are on employees.
Had a bit of trouble with that. Couldn't find a pager to rig the blasting cap to. Had to put the thing on a timer.
There was no need for a brother and sister to get married, but your parents did that and now you're here. I can think of one reason they needed to get married. They was so ugly that no one else would have 'em.
None of yous is gonna get a medal for playing hero. All you's gonna get is a bullet to the heart.
I got all the money I could. There's still some in there though.
I ain't being arrested, Niko. Get rid of these guys.
I got plans for this money. I ain't dropping it.
I haven't seen combat like this since Belfast.
Shit, they sent a chopper after us. There ain't no getting away. We're done.
Christ! This is like being back in the Troubles!
We ain't got no choice, people. We gotta head onto the track. We can't let these cops pin us down in here. Fuck!
Michael was unlucky. It wasn't anybody's fault what happened to him and the explosive did its job.
Make sure these pricks don't shoot the bags. Notes with bullet holes in 'em are gonna be mighty hard to get rid of.
I don't like losing, Niko. If you weren't such a gracious winner I might have got real angry.
Them fucking darts was weighted funny. I shouldn't lost.
Niko, my boy. Got a little business opportunity I need your help with. Come and see me at my ma's house. Use the back entrance.
Too much fun - that's always been this family's problem. Fun, good causes, some stupid dream or some stupid distraction. But never any fuckin' focus. Never!
All we've ever been is bitches. Working for guineas, working for niggers, any asshole with a buck.
Well first up, we gotta create a little problem between the Ancellotis and their Albanian muscle, for Jimmy P. You're gonna plant a bomb in Tony Black's car. It'll be rigged to a phone. Thing will go off when you dial a number. I want it to blow when they get back from their meeting.
So easy I don't see why you ain't doing this yourself.
Niko, I wouldn't trust myself with this task. You ain't got a gallon of whiskey in your system, and besides, you're bein' paid, ain't ya?
Hey man, the wiseguys got hip to me. I fucked things up.
Niko, if you're following some guys back to a meet you gotta keep a low profile. Christ!
Gerry, I hit the Ancelottis crew real hard. Everyone got taken down. The rest of them should think the Albanian muscle is making a play.
Oh, please... I'd do it myself, but I think I'm being watched by the cops, someone. I think I'm about to get pinched again.
It's happened before. I keep seeing the same car watching. All it means is someone's been speaking, we just have to find out who and make 'em stop. In the meantime, I'm gonna chill things out for a bit.
Fucking sneaky scumbag. Tony Black didn't do nothing to nobody who didn't deserve it.
I'll let Jimmy P know about that. I'll cut you in on anything he throws my way. Don't know how long I'm gonna be outside though. I feel like the cops might knock down Ma's door at any moment. Please, look after my family if I go inside.
Well, you've been spending time with the rest of my family, I figured you may as well complete the set.
You remember my brother Derrick, came along on the bank job? He's in a bad way. Last I heard he was spending his hours in some park in Acter. Go down and check on him? Me and Gerald will cover any expenses incurred.
Your brother said you needed a hand. Looks like you'll need more than that.
Keep the police car, he'll see you and think you're taking him down. First thing Bucky'll do is run back to his crew. Fucking coward would rather everyone go down than him take a fall alone.
Sorry, nodded off for a second. Bucky, dead? Good, yeah... alive or dead, it's all the same though, isn't it? Living, dead, good, bad, right, wrong, chalk, cheese...
I'll speak to you when you are back among the living.
Shit, Derrick. You sound almost like a human being. I might just see you there.
Escorting a Korean contact of mine into the country with a boat load of fake hundred dollar bills.
As long as the ones he's paying us with are real, it doesn't matter.
I owe you an apology, Niko. I was dosed when you told me you'd killed Bucky and his boys.
I haven't felt safe since Aiden O'Malley went inside. Me, Bucky and Aiden, we all cared about the same stuff. We came together for a cause we believed in.
So Aiden got caught with something when he was somewhere he wasn't meant to be. Him and Bucky think I talked. Couldn't see no other way how he got caught.
From what I hear, Aiden still rants about me to anyone who'll listen.
This is a Korean guy I did business with back in Ireland. He's bringing Super Notes into the country tonight.
Counterfeits. They look so good you wouldn't spot 'em in a month of Sundays. Over there, we used to buy 'em off of him then exchange 'em for genuine currency. Nice scam if you don't hit the same place too often. His boys are pulling the same gig over here.
They make these things in North Korea and have to ship 'em out here. I've heard it's a government funded operation.
This is a country founded by immigrants. People who'll beg, steal and borrow to get ahead. It's the life blood of the place, people forget that.
We're meeting your friends in Bohan. I'll text ya the route you got to take. Best way to avoid checks. We'll cover your rear.
When this is done I won't have to leech off my brothers no more. This deal should mean I can take care of me self.
Use our boat to shield Kim from these fuckers. I don't give a shit if this thing sinks, we got to protect him. I'd rather swim home tonight than come back tomorrow to dive for those notes.
Doesn't look like the arrival of these notes was such a secret. Can you think of why that is?
Fucked if I know. Maybe me phone's tapped. Maybe Frankie has been tapping Ma's fucking phone and he called this in to mess with me.
We got to make sure those notes make it, just to piss off Frankie if nothing else.
There's only one thing that's gonna make me forget about this fuck up.
Shit, they're sending the fucking airborne cavalry after us as well. Good thing we got a rocket launcher with us. It's in the back. Get rid of the chopper with it. I'll drive the boat.
A rocket will not reach its destination instantly, for moving targets try anticipating where they might move.
Good thing your aim is steadier than mine. You can drive the boat again now.
I told my dealer I was good for the money I owed him. Maybe a few people at the pub I borred money from, as well. You'll say anything for a fix. Could be a coincidence anyway.
I been telling a few people about this, but, hell, I smell a rat. And Frankie's the biggest damn rat I know.
Here we are. Got him here in one piece. That was the deal. Tanks, Niko.
Yeah, got a bit hairy out there. I hope the rest of your time here is more peaceful. That's all you can hope for in this God forsaken world.
We all got our demons... Aiden O'Malley. I heard he's being moved. Maybe this is our time... put all this crap to bed... get off the drugs... live with the memories!
Aiden's being moved by van from the bacon factory, where he's been talking shit about me, back to the Alderney State Correctional Facility.
O'Malley is in government custody. He's got more police protection than the mayor.
Anyway, the convoy with O'Malley in it has to go through the Booth Tunnel. You're gonna get there first and block the road with your truck. I'm gonna come in from the rear and block 'em that way.
When we have them blocked in, we take down the escort and make off with the prisoner.
We got to make this look like a prison break. They're leaving the old cop shop now, should be at the Booth Tunnel soon.
We're coming to ya. Take out the escort but keep Derrick's pal alive.
Come on, buddy you're going to have to move this thing... I got a bad feeling about this.
I ain't gonna be around much longer at this rate. Fucking help me!
We got to lose this heat before we can send this fucker where he's going.
You drive while I watch our cargo, Niko. Shake these cops, Niko. We need them to think Aiden is free as a fucking bird.
First thing we gotta do is dump this prison van. Cops'll be looking.
I haven't been to bed yet. I've been smoking crystal.
Yeah, you look like you could really use some Goddamn caffeine.
You gotta stop me smoking this stuff, Ray. I'm fuckin' killin' myself.
Alright, Tuna, John Boy, you got the threads. Get on the back and get the trash.
So, someone's been throwing out a load of diamonds?
Ray got her to get her friends to steal the ice off of some club owner guy.
This ain't the easiest way to pick this shit up, even if we don't want to attract any attention.
We was saying that there's a lot of opportunities for this to go wrong. The bag could split. The diamonds could go missing real easy.
You know how pissed Ray would get if he found out some diamonds were missin'.
The manager of one of his waste depots was holding out on profits a couple a years back. Ray fed him to a dump truck. There was this point where the sounds of his screams stopped and all you could hear was his bones crushin', then the pop of his skull goin'. I nearly lost my lunch.
We've taken this ice off a the guy that owns the place.
When I arrived in Liberty City, I didn't imagine that I'd become a trash collector. Didn't think I'd be muscle for the mob neither.
I wanted to be an astronaut when I was growing up, not a gangster.
Being a space monkey would probably pay better than this work. No wonder everyone's turning state's when the wages is like this.
Yeah, but you got to admit the money we're getting ain't shit.
Shit, I thought this was going to be easy. Why does everything have to get complicated?
That's life, my friend. Nothing works out the way you want it to. That's why you gotta take the opporunities you can when they're right in front of you.
I can't see that we got much opportunity here. Either we lose these fuckheads or we're screwed. That's about it.
Too bad about the truck. I guess Ray's gonna be pissed. He ain't gonna be happy, Nicky. That's for damn sure.
They ain't on us no more. Good driving. Now all's you got to do is bring the ice home safe.
Good drivin', Nicky. I thought I was gonna be checking out for sure.
These diamonds is serious. Anyone who heard of 'em would want them. I ain't surprised we got a bit of attention.
Me and Tuna will look after them. Sort them out from the trash. I sure hope we ain't lost any on the route. Things got shaken up pretty good back there.
Luca and his crew have got the stuff, Ray. It's all in the back of the truck.
We got a problem. I got two options. Option one, you ripped me off. Option two, Luca and his buddies ripped us both off.
Hey, hey! I left them with the stuff to bring to you, as instructed.
Maybe I am, but if you thought that, I wouldn't be standing here right now.
Hey Ray, the diamonds - I'm not going to be able to get my hands on them. You're going to have to do without.
Shit. I'm starting to think you guys are in bed together. You better prove me wrong.
You're making things real hard on yourself.
You can have Tuna and Johnny's cut. Come on. We'll split the ice. You'll be a rich man, Nicky. You and me can go to Venturas, no one's ever gonna find us. You gotta make a play for yourself.
I just wanted you to get the ice back. I didn't say nothing to you about killing those boys.
Whatever, they're dead and I've got the stuff. You want to get your hands on it, come meet me at the bridge in Middle Park.
Yeah, I know how it is sitting around with two million dollars worth of stolen ice, waiting to get jumped.
What do you mean what am I gonna do for you, I look after you. I said I got connections, I'll see what I can do.
"I'll see what I can do." is not good enough. I want your word that you will find him.
Okay, you have my word. In the meantime head over to the Libertonian. There you're going to meet that guy named Johnny, and the two of you are gonna exchange the diamonds with a guy named Isaac.
That Ray has gone and sold us down the river. I don't trust that Ray Boccino from the moment I saw him.
The deal didn't go so good, Ray. Johnny's got the cash. I don't know who has the diamonds.
Shit, that biker piece of crap better not be pulling nothing.
Listen we got a lot of missing money, and we got a porblem with these fucking bikers... So, we sent some of our boys after the money. Maybe you can deal with the bikers. Calm them down.
Otherwise, you and Raymond here got a serious problem. The boss has gotta get paid.
Shit, your friends body's gonna be smeared from here to Northwood!
I got rid of those bikers for you. Johnny wasn't there though.
The other guys is meant to be taking care of him. Don't worry about it, Nicky.
You, listen to me Isaac. It is not my fault you got robbed. I had nothing to do with it. Ohh, you wanna have me killed? Screw you! I'm done with you.
The diamond dealer. He's blaming me for everything! Even the shit we didn't do. Now I've got no money... no diamonds and this dick's threatening to have me killed. Blaming me 'cause he got robbed.
This was Isaac's deal - he should pay for the screw up. Not I.
I told Isaac not to trouble you crazy scumbags. He wouldn't listen. Always the same.
Kill the others - spare me. Let an old man live out his last years. Isaac's life is enough. Take that and the debt should be paid. You don't need me too.
This was all Mori's doing, he wanted those diamonds so bad.
Those diamonds were fucking beautiful. I'm screwed.
Threatening to kill people is not a good idea, Isaac.
I shut Isaac up for you. I feel like all I been doing is shutting people up ever since this diamond thing started.
Well, we ain't got the diamonds and we don't know where they are. Johnny, that biker scumbag, has disappeared with the money. And every other mouth that came close to those diamonds is closed for good.
Don't go forgetting about respect or nothing. You're still just another straight off the boat punk. This city can get real scary if you don't got friends. You remember that.
The town's named after the bomb that's sitting in the middle of it. It hasn't gone off. Yet. It's not like the place was put up over night. Megaton's been here for decades, been growing and growing ever since.
Started out as a small settlement of people trying to get into Vault 101. When they were denied, they stuck around here. Some of 'em started worshipping the thing like a god. Now we've got a whole goddamn Church.
By now, most people don't give a shit. They figure if it ain't gone off by now, it never will. I respectfully disagree.
Well, come to think of it, I do remember a stranger coming through here. Had a look in his eye. You know the kind a man gets when he's got a purpose.
Spent some time up in the saloon. Might want to check with Moriarty. Just watch yourself. That man's trouble.
I thought you knew what you were doing. If it's just nerves, maybe some chems will help. But if you can't handle it, don't go fiddling with it!
To the south you got Rivet City, but don't bother going to D.C. The place is a warzone.
Come back when you've got some fight in you. Until then, save your threats.
It's the only free radio station left in the Wasteland. The guy who runs it, Three Dog, he's like the only person who seems to give a shit.
He's mentioned his mother a couple of times, but other than that, he won't really say.
He's been here for... I guess about fifteen years now. Ever since Moriarty bought him off of those Slavers.
Sorry, kid. If you want to know more, Moriarty is the only one who's going to help you.
I'm used to every asshole smoothskin in this town giving me shit just because I look like a corpse.
Well, not all of us got the chance to hole up in a nice cushy Vault when the bombs fell. A bunch of us got stuck out here in the world, and got a full on blast of heat and radiation -- turned us into a pack of walking corpses.
Near as I can tell, we age slower than you. A lot slower. There are even a few Ghouls that were alive during the war.
Of course, with a face like ground Brahmin meat, you can imagine that folks don't take too kindly to us.
Nice of you to say so. If you can't be nice, at least pretend, right? Fake it 'till you make it, and all that.
Still though, a fake compliment is better than the usual spit in the face that I get. You're not half bad... for a smoothskin.
Yeah, fuck you too. Whatever, man. I'm used to being treated like shit around here.
Listen... Moriarty'd have my head if he caught me selling at a discount, but for you, I'll risk it.
I suppose I was wrong... should have known better.
I like hearing the DJ, Three Dog and how he's helping to fight the Good Fight. Sigh. If only I was a part of that instead of being stuck in this dive...
I'm sort of stuck here. Colin says that I can't leave until I pay off my debt to him. Of course, he charges me room and board too.
Honestly, I usually keep my head down. I tend to get smacked around if I look customers in the eyes. But talk to Moriarty, he'll know more.
I was like you once. I wandered into town looking for an escape from this stupid joke of a body I'm trapped in. Now look at me.
Now, get away from me, smoothskin. If Moriarty even suspects I told you this, I'm a dead Ghoul.
Moriarty's been especially nasty lately and I need a friendly face.
Your dad was here, and now he's not, and yes I know where he went. But what you're asking me for is information, and information is a commodity. And, like any commodity, it must be sold at a reasonable market price. Let's say... 100 caps, and daddy's location is yours.
If you're looking for a handout, you can forget it. But if you're looking for work, there's a favor you could do for me.
If your successful, it'll provide the caps you need to pay me.
If you don't have the caps to pay for the information, then maybe you could do a little favor for me.
But, no matter. That big round door has opened now, hasn't it? Daddy's gone, and you need to know why. Could be I know where, and why....
You know, I heard about the brainwashin' that goes on down there. Kid, you've got better programming than our own Deputy Weld. You'd best wise up quick. Wouldn't want anyone... takin' advantage of ya. Hmm?
I did say it was 100 caps. And as I recall, you said no. So now I'm saying it's 300 caps. What will you say this time?
I have a feeling you'll be coming back again.
Who said anything about dirty work? You need some caps, I'm giving you a way to get 'em. It's just business.
This junkie bitch named Silver borrowed quite a few caps from me... claimed she could start funneling Jet and Psycho to me for a good price.
Problem is she scrammed with the loot and set herself up in Springvale so she can inject herself into a stupor.
Get the caps she owes me and they're yours. Yours to pay me with anyway.
There's only one thing that concerns me in this town these days: what my damn fool husband is doing. He wanders around here all day and all night, preaching about the Enclave and tryin' to get parts for his guns.
I'm not sure who's the bigger fool, him or me. After all, I married him.
I can tell you just about anything you want to know, honey. Megaton's history ain't no secret.
If we'd have tried to move the bomb, they would have refused to help. Besides, a lot of people just wanted to leave it alone. It didn't seem to be hurting anything and who knows what would happen if we messed with it.
My daddy got a bunch of people together to go out there, break apart the machines and drag back what we could use. It took 'em a couple of months. You can't even tell where the air station was anymore.
Well, the Raiders, for one. Once the town got big enough, they'd wait until the traders and their guards were away, then come in and clean us out!
Now the Super Mutants... They were a whole other breed of problem. They'd kill us if they had to, but mostly they tried to drag people away! Alive!
That man has his fingers in everythinig around here. Just watch what you say about him, it'll always get back.
They're on the radio! They have been for years. President Eden talks about everything they're doing. They got flyin' robots all around, watching everything so they know what to do when they finally swoop in and clean this place up.
And even if you were born in some underground Vault, you were born under the United States, which makes you an American.
Now there's a proud patriot. After all, if they could do us wrong, we wouldn't have elected them in the first place, right?
I'm Doc Church and I run this clinic. Now, before you go askin' me for help, you'd better know the rules. Rule one: don't bother me.
Follow my rule, I'll keep you patched up, I'll keep getting' paid, and we'll get along just fine.
Maybe if you actually had some medical training, we could talk about it.
Now, I don't expect much from strangers, but if you've got the knowhow, I need someone to hunt down and repair those leaks.
I could, but I can't hunt for leaks all damn day. That rust bucket purifier would fall apart without me up around to plug it up.
The only break I get is when I shut the thing off for the night, and I can't look for leaks when the water isn't running.
From the pressure in the plant, my guess is that there are three of 'em scattered around town. Check along the pipes and the valves, but they might be a bit tricky to spot.
If folks knew how bad it was getting up here... I don't know what would happen.
The pipes are leaking around town. Find the leaks and patch the pipes, if you can. There should be three leaks.
Well, that fucking bomb is killing us all slowly. How's that for a piece of information?
The people here get really paranoid when they see outsiders chatting to each other. Keep that in mind.
I came to this place looking for water, but they're only selling to residents.
The undetonated atomic bomb for which this town is named is still very much alive. All it needs is a little motivation. You'll rig it to the bomb. Then you'll get paid. Handsomely.
If you get stumped, talk to Leo Stahl. He might have something to help you concentrate. He's got a bit of a reputation.
Hey, I hear you're that stray from the Vault! I haven't seen one of you for years! Say, I'm working on a book about the Wasteland -- it'd be great to have the foreword by a vault dweller.
She didn't know a thing about the Wastes, and I knew she'd get herself hurt without some sort of protection. So I offered to armor her vault suit.
Here, take the armored suit. It won't help feed you, but it should keep you from being food for anything else. Or anyone else.
A runaway dad, huh? I've seen plenty of them before. But none with a big "101" on their back.
Well, it's a dangerous place out there in the Wastes, right? People could really use a compilation of good advice. Like a Wasteland Survival Guide! For that, I need an assistant to test my theories.
I wouldn't want anyone to get hurt because of a mistake. Nobody's ever happy when that happens.
I'm still working on that survival guide that I told you about. Great idea, but I need help to test some of the theories. I'm sure I've got something that'll catch your eye.
Things like where it is and isn't safe to find food, the dangers of radiation, and how to avoid and even profit from dangerous landmines.
Hopefully, you'll be finding food and medicine, but I could sweeten the deal by paying more food when you get back, regardless of the results.
While you're away, I can at least search through my junk and see if there's anything that'll go with old food to make it more appetizing.
Every day you don't help with this research is another day people might die! And I can't write without good research, or else people might follow bad info and die anyway! So get to work!
Do you think I suddenly lost track of time or something? There's no way you've gone there and back in the blink of an eye like that!
Oh, that's a shame. I guess it was an obvious place for people to get food, so it all got taken long ago, huh?
Oh, I haven't got nearly the experience in the Wastes that you do. If I tried half of these things, I'd get my head blown off!
At least you look like you can really handle yourself out there. All I'm good at is coming up with the ideas and fiddling with junk for caravans.
And between my mind and your experience, this guide'll save a dozen times more lives than those greedy merchants will.
Don't worry about ammo! This baby shoots all the junk you might find out there in the Wasteland. Ashtrays, teddy bears... you name it!
Landmines are one of the few dangers out there that you can profit from. Disarm one before it blows, and you can sell it for plenty of caps.
I've heard stories about a ghost town that's just full of mines. Traders just call the place "Minefield."
I appreciate the landmine, but there's just no way you could have gotten to Minefield and back already! I mean, it's got to take at least a day or so to get there and back! So get going!
This is never gonna end until I send him a message. Well, fine. If I have to kill you to send it, I will!
I am tired of hiding out here like some kind of Wasteland dog. I... I guess you're right. Here... this is all I have. Please leave me alone now.
Look, I used to work for that slob. Doing... you know... favors for guys. Well, I got sick and tired of it. I told Moriarty I'm taking my share of the caps and leaving. I even slept with the pig to seal the deal. Next morning he tells me I couldn't leave. So I bolted. I took my money and ran.
Now he's branded me a thief and a junkie and sent his cronies to find me. I guess I need a new hiding place.
Look... I feel awful about what I used to have to do for a living, okay? I use the Psycho to make the memories go away.
It's called economics, kid. You got something I want and I got something you want. Nothing's free.
I told you the favor would earn you some caps if you really took care of it. Now, fork 'em over!
How can you be so rude when I'm going to provide you with such a useful public service?
Your dad came through here, all right. Didn't stay long, though. Said he had some important business to attend to, and headed off to the city. Something to do with Galaxy News Radio. Guess that'd be the place for you to start.
The type of safety that can only be ensured by an abundance of weaponry, both wicked and awesome. All of which, can be yours, for the right price!
See, the world's a dangerous and unbalanced place. So I realized, the only way to bring peace was to make sure that everyone could be dangerous!
A wanderer without a weapon doesn't last long out there. Pick up the best now, while you still can!
You know, I think you're the first dog I've met that didn't try to eat me.
I guess your old master must have taken pretty good care of you.
Come with me, dog. It'll be good to have some company out here.
The Super Mutants have bound the captive for transportation. The ropes are digging into his wrists. He's obviously suffered from their abuse.
Hit a goddamned hive of ants in the tunnel. Bastards ate seven of our best diggers before we could lock off the way in. Need to find some way to poison them so we can keep digging and blast into that Vault.
Some of the scabs got tired of digging the tunnel and started using mines to get into the caves. Not a half bad idea, the explosions damn near knocked the building apart. We got a new window or two on the side of the building. haha.
I'm going to have some of the boys knock over a caravan for more explosives, but we'll have to use fewer in the blasts, or some assholes from Megaton will come looking.
I got through Minefield alive, and I even brought you a present.
My very own landmine! Just what I've always wanted. Well, always since I sent you out on this, anyway.
And looking at this landmine, it gives me an idea. It's a terrible device that does terrible things, of course. But it's easy to make your own, too.
Okay, I'll get irradiated. Just be ready to fix me up when I get back.
Now, 200 rads should be enough for basic sickness, but if you can get 600 or more rads, my tests will be even more accurate.
Just make sure you can get back here, and I'll see to it that you're well taken care of!
What I mean is, I need this research, and you're probably going to get irradiated out there, anyway. So why not come back here and help me, too?
I've never had a chance to test it out on someone so heavily dosed, but I'm sure it'll work out fine. Exciting, isn't it?
Now just hold on and try not to move. Tell me how it feels, and I'll get you fixed right up.
You're a mighty lucky one, you know that? At this state, most people'd have trouble standing up, much less walking over here.
Now, let me take a few notes, and I'll handle that nasty radiation with a bit of my own home-made rad-cure concoction.
Moira's experiment had an unexpected side-effect. Now, when you suffer from Advanced Radiation Poisoning, crippled limbs automatically regenerate.
Here, for your services, I've saved up quite a few Stimpaks. Of course, you may need them: we've still got two more chapters to go.
The second chapter's going to be a bit trickier, I think. It'll cover how to handle creatures out there, for better or for worse.
Mole Rats can burrow into almost anything and cause a lot of trouble. So I figured I'd make a chemical repellent stick for people to shoo them off. But I need it to be tested before I put the recipe to paper in the guide. So I need you to find some Hole Rats and test it out a bit.
How about I let you have the leftover chems I used to make it? Heck, do a thorough job, and maybe I'll let you keep the repellent itself.
While you're working on that, I'll be following up on a lead I've got for a couple Stealth-Boys. When you're done, they're yours.
Absolutely. I'll bet you haven't been thinking about the guide as much as I have!
Well, a little before you first arrived, one of my experiments had a little accident. I mean, how could I have predicted the Centaur would think my assistant smelled tasty? But nothing bad like that could happen with this book. It's a great plan, and it'll make up for everything else!
Okay, but it could be bad if the book's misleading. People could get hurt.
Oh, I hadn't really thought about it like that. I don't want anyone to get hurt. That's the last thing the guide should do! Well, we're just going to have to make sure it's accurate and useful and great, then! You and me! Together, we can research and write a masterpiece!
And be sure not to kill any Mirelurks inside their nest! If you do, it could ruin the validity of the study!
Okay, yes, they're jerks. But if they're intelligent, we can get them to stop. And train them. Maybe we could even ride them! That'd be fun!
The observer can easily be hidden in the mass of eggs. Hide the observation device inside.
Well, I never get to study anyone who's severely injured. Not without them crying to be fixed right away or trying to bleed out and all that. But obviously, you can handle a lot of abuse, so if I'm ever going to find a good example of human anatomy and injury resistance, it'd be you.
Next time you get badly injured, return here so I can examine you before I heal you up. I mean, you're going to get yourself hurt anyway, right?
I guess I'll get hurt eventually. Might as well come here when I do.
When you're ready, come back here with some serious injuries, maybe a crippled limb or two, and I'll take notes and fix you up.
Why not study injuries on yourself? If it'd help, I could shoot you in the gut.
Well, I could hardly be an impartial observer in that case, now could I? It'd ruin the validity of the entire experiment. Besides, you wouldn't shoot me, now would you?
Oh, don't think of it as crippling yourself for me... Think of it as getting free treatment when you eventually end up getting yourself hurt!
The info you're bringing back is great. Looking forward to more!
The Super Mutants have overrun our brothers at the Galaxy News Radio building, and we're headed there to back them up. You can tag along if you want. But keep your head down and try not to do anything... stupid.
Kid, out here cocky will get you killed. I've seen a Super Mutant strike squad like that take down five well armed soldiers. But fine, next time you want to take them on yourself and buy yourself an early retirement, go right ahead.
You been living under a rock? This is D.C. The entire city is crawling with Super Mutants. Now if you'll excuse me...
We've got too many local conscripts as it is. Most are undertrained and too damned trigger happy for their own good. Our very own Initiate Reddin is a sterling example.
We do our best to hold back the Super Mutants in this area. But when civilians stumble into our sights, that gets a bit difficult. Doesn't it?
There aren't a lot of safe places in the ruins right now, but the Galaxy News Radio building is sort of our port in the storm. Unfortunately, the building's been hit pretty hard lately.
We're their backup. So if there are no more questions, we really need to move out.
You can follow us as far as GNR. But keep your head down if you don't want it to get blown off.
Welcome, friend. My brothers may be gruff but they will lay down their lives for you.
You got a Pip-Boy. Tune into Galaxy News Radio and listen. It's the only radio station in the Capital Wasteland that tells it like it really is.
This is the last free radio station in the entire D.C. area. The rest of the airwaves are clouded up with Enclave propaganda. I wouldn't believe a word they say anywhere else.
Well, the only other station that comes through nice and clear on the radio is the Enclave's station. All they spew is a bunch of nonsense and propaganda. Galaxy News Radio reports on what's really happening.
This is the only real safe spot in the ruins of D.C. The rest of the place is crawling with those walking abominations. It's nice to have a port in the storm, you know?
Did you see the hit I scored on that Super Mutant the other day? One round, and his head exploded like an overripe Mutfruit.
Yes, that was an excellent shot, brother. I can only hope to be as good as you someday.
Thanks, brother. It takes a great amount of practice and even more patience.
The look on your face says it all. You're wondering who the heck this guy is and why you should care. Well, prepare to be enlightened. I am Three Dog -- jockey of discs and teller of truths.
You have about two seconds to tell me what I want to know...
I'm not here to fight. At least, not you. Only fight I'm interested in is the Good Fight, and I wage that everyday on the airwaves.
You're going to have a "Good Fight" on your hands if you don't help me...
There's no need for that kind of talk. I'm here to help, not to hurt.
You don't seem like you have much to offer if you spend all your time up here.
Hey, I may have the biggest mouth in the Capital Wasteland, but I've also got the biggest ears. All sorts of people pass through our little oasis in the rubble and tell all sorts of interesting things.
Just wipe that stupid look off your face and answer my questions!
Smoke a peace pipe. Take a deep breath and count to ten. Whatever it is you need to do to calm down. You need Three Dog's help, and Three Dog needs your help. Let's get together and make it work.
There are different fronts to every fight. Galaxy News Radio is one of them. I need help with the old girl, though, cause she's hurtin'. So I'd like to share, I really would, but if I help you, and you just leave me hangin'... I would have failed the Fight. And that can't happen. Dig?
I have the name and the talent, but what I don't have are people to run out and do the stuff I need. Sure, the Brotherhood watches over the place, yeah. But that's all they can spare. Galaxy News needs a doer. Someone who can go out there into that wild, wooly world and get shit done. So, you game?
You want to find your dad, and it just so happens his location is known to yours truly. He was here, at Galaxy News. We had a great conversation. He's a real stand-up guy. If you want to know more, you're going to have to contribute to the Good Fight.
I don't usually have exposure to the public like this. It's nice to know someone's listening. Makes carrying on the Good Fight that much easier.
Hey, when you're in the Good Fight, you gotta give it all you got and never ever hold back.
The fact that the Brotherhood let you get up here tells me you're all right with them. That, and your Dad seemed a decent enough guy. Besides, you're giving off a pretty sweet vibe right now. Maybe we can help each other out.
There's people out there trying to just barely make it by from day to day. Fighting to stay alive and make something of what they got. But then you've got all kinds of shit... Slavers, Super Mutants, Raiders... They all want a slice of the pie too and aim to take it by force.
They can't, not against those kinds of enemies. They just run away and hide or they stay and die. It just ain't right. So that's where I enter the picture. I fight the Good Fight with GNR as my gun.
The sound of truth goes out across the Capital Wasteland. Hell, someone's got to counter that bullshit on the Enclave station.
You're absolutely right, but words get more and more people to join the cause. Guns just create more casualties on your side. But enough yarn spinning. Let's figure out your place in the Good Fight.
Oh I have plenty of enemies that would love nothing more than to put a bullet between my eyes. The only thing keeping that from happening is Sarah Lyons and the Brotherhood of Steel. We've brokered a sweet deal. They keep me from taking a dirt nap, and I keep a strong roof over their head.
From what I saw, they were the ones who saved your ass. They keep the ruins Super Mutant free so people like you can get to people like me in one piece. Without them, we'd be knee-deep in Mutie shit.
Sorry. I'm so used to talking to an audience that can't answer I just assume you want to hear my voice all the time.
We got one rule in the Good Fight though. You want help, you gotta' contribute!
It's obvious you're narrow of focus and can't see the bigger picture. Fine. I may have the answers you want.
Ok, friend. I've been calm. I've been cool. Now I've had enough of your hostility. You wanna' be all business, fine. I can play like that.
You see, some brainless Super Mutant thought it would be funny to shoot at the shiny round thing on the Washington Monument. That shiny thing was our broadcast relay. Now it's swiss cheese. Without it, our broadcast range is quite limited.
Of course the factory that made the relay dishes is long gone. Leveled. As in, we're never gonna' scavenge that part again.
Hey, I understand this isn't easy. I mean, most people would be crazy to even try what I'm about to propose.
Since you're too impatient to listen to the details, I'll get to the point. The broadcast relay on the Washington Monument needs to be replaced and there's only one replacement for it.
You approached me, remember? And no one said this would be a cake walk. It IS risky. I would never lie to you.
But there's something behind those eyes of yours that screams "I'm the one who can get shit done!" Your dad had that same look in his eyes too. That's why I'm helping you.
Well, I guess I was wrong about you. Maybe you don't have that spark. I would never make a man do what he doesn't want to do. That's what freedom is all about.
One of the Brotherhood guys that passed through here mentioned seeing a dish in one of D.C.'s old museums. I want you to get it and bring it to the Washington Monument to replace the bad one. That's it.
You're going to be the best thing that ever happened to Galaxy News in a long time. If you need any more info, I'll be here waiting for you.
Well, it's only the tallest thing left in the city. When you step out of the Museum, take a good look across the Mall. You can't miss it. Just be careful, there may still be a security barrier around it.
Without this place, D.C. would be filled with that crap the Enclave keeps shoveling out on their "radio station," and festering with Muties. Someone's got to tell the Wastelanders what time it is, and Three Dog is the one to do it.
No one knows what Eden and his Horsemen of the Apocalypse are up to, but you can be sure it isn't in the common man's best interest.
Ha! Man's monument to his own demise. All the garbage they displayed in there is the reason half of the world was blown to shit.
That shithole is located just off the Mall. You know, that huge space in the center of the city in front of the Capitol. Be careful, the whole place is swarming with Super Mutants.
Well, if you check out your radio, you can hear pretty good in this place. Get a few blocks away, still not too bad, maybe a little static. With the relay back on, you'll hear GNR clearly in the whole Capital Wasteland area like it used to be.
People killed for scraps of food, wounded children wandering aimlessly. Some seriously fucked up shit. If it wasn't for the Good Fight, I think I would have gone crazy by now.
You're safe up here in your fortress. What do you know about fighting?
You've got to understand! If I die, so does the voice of the people! I can't take that risk.
Your idea of saving the world means combing through the rubble and using a gun. I use my voice. We're two sides of the same coin. If you think always being a target of your enemies is "safe," then you got a funny way of looking at things.
People like the Enclave would have you believe everything is calm and totally under control. They're lying. Hell, President Eden goes around spreading peace, love and government, but no one even knows how old that Enclave signal really is.
People need to hear the truth. It's a harsh world. We've got to work together to make it better. Not wait for Uncle Sam to ride in and save the day.
Now GNR can be heard clear across the Capital Wasteland again. That'll give Eden and those Muties something to think about. But before I get back to my calling, I bet you wanna hear about your Dad.
When your dad passed through here, he and I talked for a good long time. He's a real stand-up kind of guy. He mentioned some scientific mumbo-jumbo which didn't make sense to me and mentioned something called "Project Purity". He also said something about going to visit a Doctor Li in Rivet City. Then, he left in a hurry.
Look, I appreciate what you did for me. And I especially appreciate what you did for the people, by fixing up my station. But an attitude like that ain't winning you any brownie points.
That's all I know, and that's all I'm gonna say about it. So why don't you move on now.
Well, a whole bunch of people got together and turned a beached aircraft carrier into a town. Pretty cool, huh? Just follow the river south from here... there's no way you can miss it.
I can't even tell you the love that I'm getting from the Wasteland. Ever since GNR started singing again, the guys downstairs told me that more people than ever are tuning in. It's all I ever wanted.
Anytime you need a place to crash, duck in here. Be glad to provide.
He's that Imperial Watch Captain that's always chasing after the Gray Fox and the Thieves Guild. Chasing after shadows if you ask me. The Thieves Guild probably doesn't exist, and it's a sure bet the Gray Fox doesn't either.
The Imperial Watch pretends there is a thief king named the Gray Fox who controls all the thieves in Cyrodiil. Of course it's all just made up to give them an excuse to keep us down.
Don't pay attention to those rumors. There is no such thing as a Thieves Guild. The Gray fox is just a thief the Watch hasn't caught yet.
A beggar told me that if I want to find the Gray Fox, I should look for the Garden of Dareloth in the Waterfront District of the Imperial City around midnight. The Gray Fox is the only clue I have to the mysterious Thieves Guild.
You wish to join the Thieves Guild too? Maybe we will soon be brothers in the shadow. Only Arnmand can say.
So you are looking for the Thieves Guild as well. Armand Christophe will decide who is worthy and who is not.
I've been preparing to join the guild for years. If you're nice to me, maybe I'll show you a few tricks.
I really don't have time for the likes of you.
He is the King of Thieves in Cyrodiil. You could think of him as our guildmaster, although he would deny that title.
Each of you is seeking membership in the Thieves Guild. The Thieves Guild is not a myth. We are followers of the Gray fox, and I am his Doyen. Merely by finding me, you have passed the first test.
It's unusual for us to have three potential recruits at the same time.
Rather than the normal test of skill, I'm going to make this a contest. Whoever brings me the the diary of Amantius Allectus, without killing him, will be invited into the guild.
It's somewhere in the Imperial City. The beggars will help you locate it, for a price. I can sell you lockpicks if you need them.
One more thing. You cannot kill each other during this trial. We may be thieves, but we're not murderers.
Step aside! I'm going to win the right to join the guild. You can't beat me.
I spoke with Armand Christophe, who is a member of the Thieves Guild. He offered me a chance to join the guild, but I have to compete against two other thieves, Methredhel and Amusei.
Which ever one of us steals Amantius Allectus' Diary first will be inducted into the Thieves Guild. It's somewhere in the Imperial City. He told me that the beggars might be able to tell me where to find him.
Methredhel has beaten me to Amantius Allectus' diary. If I can't get it from her somehow, she will get into the guild and I'll be left out in the cold.
It's too bad the competition rules won't let me kill her. However, Armand didn't say anything about stealing from her!
Methredhel has escaped. If I want that diary, I going to have to track her down. I wonder if the beggars can help me?
I have stolen Amantius Allectus' diary from Methredhel. Now to get back to Armand at Dareloth's garden by midnight.
Congratulations! You have returned with the diary. You have earned the right to join the Thieves Guild.
You now owe your loyalty to our guildmaster, the Gray Fox. He has three rules you must follow.
The best fences are only available to the higher rank Thieves Guild members. Here's a list of who you can use. Ongar lives in Bruma. He doesn't have much money, but he's the only place you can sell hot property if you are new to the Thieves Guild.
The best source of information are the beggars. Their eyes and ears seem to be everywhere. However, be prepared to spend a little coin. They won't tell you anything for free. At least not anything true.
All Thieves Guild members have sworn loyalty to him. If there is such a thing as a guildmaster, he's it.
He's been around forever. It must be 300 years or more since he took charge. I'm not sure he's even human.
He's been around for hundreds of years. I've heard tell that he is immortal. I don't know about that, but he sure ain't normal.
He's a Captain of the Imperial Watch. Two years ago I made a fool out of him when he tried to arrest me. Lex has never forgotten it.
Jobs? We're thieves, not masons or scribes. Look, you're on your own as a thief. Go find a likely looking house. Case the joint to see when the owner is gone.
However, you will find that you can only sell stolen property to one of our guild fences. Most other merchants won't take hot merchandise.
Well, sometimes the guild gets a special commission. You know. Guaranteed pay to 'acquire' certain items for special clients. You should check in with your Doyen every once in a while to see if there are any commission jobs available.
Ongar tells me that you haven't turned in much loot yet. When you've contributed enough to the guild coffers by selling stolen items to Ongar. I might have something for you. Come back then.
Armand told me that he won't have any commission jobs for me until I sell more stolen property to Ongar the fence. I'll need about 50 gold worth of stolen goods before he will trust me sufficiently.
I've reached my goal. I have fenced over 50 gold worth of goods. I should go see Armand sometime. He might have something for me.
I might have something for you, but we can't talk about it here. Meet me at the usual place, and at the usual time.
Maybe I wasn't clear before. You only talk business with me in the Garden of Dareloth around midnight.
I'm glad you stopped by. I have a... situation that you might be able to help with. The Gray Fox has asked me to take care of a problem, and I'm putting you on it.
Hieronymus Lex actually collected taxes from everyone living here on the Waterfront! Your job is to recover those taxes. Are you up for it?
The people of the waterfront are very poor. Traditionally the city has not collected taxes from them, even though by law they could.
The money the city would collect would barely cover the cost of collecting.
The Gray Fox has led our guild for over 300 years now. He has always guaranteed protection to the poor of the waterfront.
He is a fool of a Captain in the Imperial Watch. He has a grudge against the Thieves Guild and the Gray Fox in particular. Lex has made it his personal mission to capture him.
Find out where he's keeping the taxes and bring them to me. I'll also need the tax records of what each citizen paid so we can return it.
Armand of the Thieves Guild has asked me to recover the tax records and taxes collected by the Imperial Watch. They are being held by an over-zealous Captain named Hieronymus Lex in the South Watchtower.
I found the tax records. Now to get them back to Armand in the Waterfront district.
The Gray fox will be very pleased. We will make sure this gets back to the people.
Can you believe that fool even bothered to collect this paltry sum? You can keep it. I merely wanted the Watch to know they went too far.
The guild has received a 'request' to obtain a unique statuette. It is a bust of Llathasa Indarys, the recently slain Countess of Cheydinhal. You will be paid a modest sum. Do you want this job?
Count Indarys recently commissioned a bust of Liathasa. They say the Elves carved it. He put it near her tomb in the Chapel Undercroft.
He also posted a guard so that her tomb wouldn't be disturbed. Used to be anyone could visit her, but now it's off limits to the public.
There's a rumor going around that the undercroft may be haunted.
The Waterfront is crawling with Imperial Watch. They are all looking for Armand Christophe. I'm sure he won't show at midnight.
Dareloth's Garden is too hot. I'll need to find out where he is hiding. Maybe one of the other Thieves Guild members knows. I'll have to start asking around for them.
Thank goodness I found you. I assume you know that Hieronymus Lex has issued an arrest warrant for Armand Christophe.
He is in hiding. Armand is accused of stealing the bust of Liathasa Indarys from Cheyhindal. They say Count Indarys himself filed the charges.
There never was a client that commissioned the guild to steal Llathasa's bust. Armand used you to flush out an informant that infiltrated the guild.
Now Armand needs your help to neutralize her. You are going to pin the theft of the bust on Myvryna. She lives in the Waterfront.
Plant the bust in her cupboard. Make sure she doesn't see you. Then go tell Hieronymous Lex that she is the thief. He probably won't believe you, so you may have to persuade him. Hopefully he will at least go and check it out.
Methredhel contacted me. She says that this whole job was just a setup to flush out the informant, a Dark Elf named Myvryna Arano. They didn't see fit to let me in on the plan though.
She has specific instructions from Armand to plant the bust in Myvryna's cupboard. Then I have to find Hieronymus Lex and snitch on her.
The bust is in myvryna's cupboard. Now to tell that windbag Lex where to find it.
This citizen is accusing you of stealing the bust of Llathasa from Cheydinhal. I even found the bust in your cabinet. What do you have to say?
Fool! You've just exposed me to the Thieves Guild. That "citizen" is actually the guild member that was hired to do the theft!
Regrettably I've no further use for you. If what I heard is true, you're the thief. If what you say is true, the Gray Fox knows you are my informant. Either way, it's over. You didn't really think I'd trust the likes of you for very long?
But I've been loyal to you! I've reported everything that Armand has done. You can't just toss me aside like a soiled cloth!
Hieronymus Lex found the bust I planted. Now all I have to do is report to Armand. Unfortunately I'll have to wait until the next midnight for him to return to the Garden of Dareloth.
With your help I uncovered the informant that had compromised the Thieves Guild.
I know I used you in this matter with the Llathasa's bust, but I couldn't be certain that you weren't working with Myvryna.
Here is the reward you were promised. Even though the bust is gone, you've earned it.
Sadly, I don't have anything for you. I only work with the less experienced guild members. You should go see S'krivva in Bravil from now on.
You can find her at the Lonely Suitor lodge. I wouldn't recommend bothering her at home, unless the door is unlocked.
The stupid lizard hunts with the name Amusei. Find him, find my ring. Make him suffer! Kill him and I will be pleased.
Stupid guild rules! He is only an Argonian. He is less than human, and much less than Khajiit. If you must spare him, at least make him suffer.
Ahdarji is offering 100 gold coins for her ring. The ring was stolen by Amusei. I wonder if that is the same Argonian that I competed against to get into the guild? I'll have to look around for him.
The poor bugger was arrested. Seems he tried to swindle the Countess. He's rotting in a cell in the castle dungeon now.
It's common knowledge that the jailors can be bribed to allow visitors to see prisoners.
Amusei is in jail here in Leyawiin. The only way I'm going to find that ring is to talk to him there.
You're not supposed to be down here.
Yeah, we got him here. Argonians aren't allowed visitors though. Countess Alessia's orders. She has a thing about the lizard folk.
Um... I'll just be going then.
You're a smart one then. I was going have to arrest you in a minute.
Amusei you say? I thought you wanted to see Amuday. He's off limits. Amusei though is just down the hall. Make it quick.
The Thieves Guild refused to take me, so I came here. Leyawiin is my home. It is where I was raised.
I went to the Imperial City in hopes of joining the Thieves Guild. Now I am forced to live as a freelance thief.
Why should I tell you where it is? Here I sit in Leyawiin's dungeon while you are free. What will you do for Amusei if I tell you?
I'll cut you in on the profits.
And what good will money do me when they come to stretch my neck? Find a way to get me out of here. Then we'll talk. Besides, you're a thief. You'd just sell the ring and let me swing.
I'll put in a good word for you.
You mean with the Thieves Guild? Sure, that way I'll be a member in good standing when they put my head on a pole! Are you an idiot? I want you to get me out of here! I don't want a stinking guild membership.
What if I give you a lockpick?
You'd do that for me? Maybe you guild types aren't so bad after all. Okay. It's a deal. Give me a lockpick and I'll tell you about the ring.
Yes, I stole that ring from Ahdarji. When I went to sell it, the fence told me I was too hot for him. He showed me an inscription on the inside, 'To Alessia.' That had to be the Countess of Leyawiin. The damn ring was stolen property!
Well, I figured I would ransom it back to the Countess. Except she tricked me. I was arrested for theft, and she kept the ring.
The Countess rarely leaves the castle. Good luck getting it back.
I owe you a debt of gratitude.
Amusei told me that the ring was inscribed on the inside with the name Alessia Caro, a.k.a. the Countess of Leyawiin. Apparently he tried to sell it back to her.
It must be somewhere in the castle, assuming she isn't wearing it.
I'll need to find someone who can tell exactly where. This might be a good time to revisit Ahdarji, or to see what the beggars know.
I don't think it would be appropriate for me to talk about private family matters with a stranger.
So Alessia Caro has recovered her ring. And now you want to know where she keeps it so you can steal it back.
I don't know where she keeps the ring, but I know who does. Talk to Hlidara Mothril, the Countess' handmaiden.
She eats dinner in the castle at the eighth bell. You may have to sweet talk her, but she knows all about Alessia Caro's habits and schedules.
You should know that there are other secrets in that castle. I've heard of a hidden torture chamber. They say that Count Marius interrogates Argonian immigrants from Black Marsh.
The servants whisper that the Argonians are dragged into the basement and never seen again. You should stay out of there, just in case.
A beggar told me that Hlidara Mothril, Alessia Caro's chambermaid, might be able to tell me where she keeps her ring. I'll have to sweet talk her though.
Lady Alessia frowns on her staff talking about her personal life. You understand, I'm sure.
Countess Caro is so relieved to have the ring back. It's been missing for many years.
She wears it constantly. Well, not all the time. I mean, she puts it in her jewelry box for baths and at night. No proper lady would wear her jewelry to bed.
Shh! It's dangerous to be heard talking about that.
The Countess has a secret passage somewhere in the basement that leads to her private quarters. That's where the torture chamber is.
Sometimes I can hear the screams of the prisoners when I'm in my chambers.
The Countess is very happy to have her ring back. I don't think she has taken it off for days.
Mornings she is at the town chapel. At the castle, she hosts the evening meal at eight. She retires sometime after eleven.
She travels to Chorrol on the Ides of every month. Don't even try to find her between the 15th and 17th.
Welcome to Leyawiin. I am Alessia Caro, and I have the honor to be the wife of the Count, Marius Caro.
In these difficult times, we must count on persons such as you to secure our borders from bandits and rabble-rousers. We all profit by your lawful pursuit of the unlawful, and we encourage you to attack, burn, loot, and destroy them wherever you can.
It seems that Alessia Caro wears the ring all the time, which is going to make is really difficult to steal it from her. However, I learned that she always takes it off at night. I'll have to sneak into her bedroom at night and rifle through that jewelry box.
It seems there is a secret passage that leads from the basement to the Countess' private chambers. If I can find it, that passage might be a safer way to sneak into her room.
I've got the ring. Now, to find Ahdarji and collect my reward.
Does the hunter have this one's ring? No? Well then. It seems you still have a job to do.
Amusei tried to sell it to Alessia Caro? Stupid lizard. Ahdarji uses ring much more wisely. I use it to collect and sell information. That ring can be used to read private messages the Count writes.
Get me that ring. Steal it from Alessia Caro if necessary. Just bring me the ring. I will pay double!
Apparently Ahdarji can use the ring to read missives and other castle documents written by the Count. She sells the information to other Counts of Cyrodiil. Now that the cat is out of the bag, so to speak, she has upped the reward to 200 gold coins.
My ring! You have recovered it. You have earned the reward. The Thieves Guild was always good to Ahdarji's dearest mate. I am grateful that the memory is still honored.
Ahdarji was very grateful and rewarded me nicely for the ring. I get the feeling she hates Argonians though. No wonder Amusei had trouble with her.
In a way, I know what >>326 means, but >>326 has to know that talking to foreign people face-to-face in English is not the only way to use English. You know, there are many other ways to use English language as a useful tool. :)
For example, we can use English as a powerful information tool. Thanks to today's technologies, we can connect to the outside world from home over the internet, and get a lot of foreign info about games, novels, news and whatnot in English. I like to browse foreign game sites in English because I can know what the present foreign game world is like. :)
Moreover, using e-mail or Skype, we can directly communicate with foreign people, even if we cannot leave home. Now, I have some friends overseas and sometimes I talk with them in English through Skype. It's fun. :)
HIKIKOMORI is hell fag ass bitch ever being in the world. they usually blame to their parents for totally nonsense reasons and never thought of other people respectfully. as they have said, "to work for life is suck" when you see them, let's try to be mean and shower some hurtful abuse on them. that will save their life, and that's a common sense in japan.
to announce yourself toward the world will become the world standard. growth of web technology has gratefully helped us communicating even with foreigners only tough stuff preventing us would be language barrier. there is not much words to say but it'll surely be your cool to use english.
mid-school had gave us a chance meant suffering from an inferiority complex of english that is ironically worthwhile to work ever but honestly something than nothing
oops, but man, who cares? i'm expecting you guys to point out whatever the errors to me though. please give me some corrections then i can improve myself, thank you :-)
「デイリー・テレグラフ」紙の報道によると、ギフト販売サイト「Me To You」が行った調査に答えた人のうち40%が、「Thank you」は堅苦しいと受け止めていたという。 代わりに半数近くの人が「Thank you」よりも「Cheers」を好んで使用。また、「ta」、「cool」、「nice one」といった表現もよく使われていることが判明した。 「心がこもっており、丁寧でありさえすれば、どのような表現で感謝の気持ちを表そうと構わないと、認識されている」と、「Me To You」のキャロライン・ウィーバーさんは話している。
@ Cheers A Ta B That’s great C Cool D Okay E Brilliant F Lovely G Nice one H Much appreciated I You star J All rightK Fab L AwesomeM Wicked N MerciO Danke P GraciasQ Super R AceS Thank you
リエゾンとユニゾンがよくごっちゃになるわ。 Law and order type ロウ ヌオーダータイプ If there is such a thing as a イフゼアイーサッチァスィンガサ The gray fox has led our Fighters guild is ザグレイフォックサズレッダワファイターズギルディズ
単語の終わりと次の単語の初めの音を混ぜたりして 音の流れを省略して口にかかる負荷を減らせる。
I've heard tell that he is immortal アイヴハrd テルザリーズンモーロウ