Sin City's Chinese Plays
Sonny: tommy vercetti ... Humph! Damn it. I didn't expect them to let him out.
If he keeps a low profile, people will soon forget him.
Sonny: As long as people see Tommy again, they will soon remember him again. This is bad for our business.
Amateur B: Well, what shall we do, son?
Sonny: We treat him like an old friend, and then let him find some jobs outside the city. How's it going? We once talked about expanding in the south, right? The vice city has become a treasure trove of geomantic omen for many years. Colombians, Mexicans and even those damn Cuban refugees want to go there and get a piece of it.
Upstairs B: But those are drug deals, Sonny. No family will mess with that!
Sonny: Times have changed. When our enemies profit from drugs, our families can't turn a blind eye. So, how about sending someone to do the dirty work for us ... we reap the benefits of fishermen? Who are our eyes there?
A: Ken Rosenberg, an idiot lawyer. How can he control Vicetti?
Sonny: We don't want him to do that. We'll let him wander around the vice city, give him some cash and let him develop on his own. How's it going? Wait a few months. Then we will visit him and see how he is.
(Deputy Escobar International Airport)
Ken: Hey, hey, man! I'm Ken Rosenberg. Hey! Hey, hey, hey, great, hey! Okay, uh, I'll drive you to trading places, okay? I talked to the sellers, and they are very, uh-huh, eager to develop business relations with us, so, uh, if everything goes well, we should, uh, finish the task smoothly, you know ... very good. All right, that's it. They are brothers, right? One is in charge of, uh, doing business, and the other is in charge of flying planes.
(Sub-city Wharf)
Ken: OK, they are on the helicopter. Well, that's it. They want to trade fairly in public places. Are you ready? Stay close. Let's leave now.
Tommy: Did you bring it?
Drug seller: 100% top grade, friend.
Tommy: Let me see.
Drug seller: What about the money?
Tommy: 100 thousand, and 200 thousand ... all the used old bills
Drug seller: I think we have a deal, man. Ha ha!
(The figure of special police suddenly appeared behind the box in the warehouse, causing a gun battle)
Tommy: Oh, shit! Come on, get out of here! Drive!
Outside Ken's office in Deputy Beach.
Ken: I just poked my head out of the ditch to catch my breath, but God shoveled a piece of shit on my face! (The house leaks when it rains all night)
Tommy: Go and have a good sleep.
Ken: What are you going to do?
Tommy: I'll see you tomorrow. We'll deal with it then
Cute scene: an old friend
Tommy: Hello, Sonny.
Sonny: Tommy! Tommy, long time no see. I know, I know. You are in a low mood. Fifteen years-but it seems like yesterday.
Tommy: I think that's just your opinion.
Sonny: Hey, it's not easy to work for our family. The family will take care of themselves, okay? How's business?-Are you on drugs?
Tommy: Look, Sonny, we are all ready. This deal is a trap. Both Harry and Lee are dead.
Sonny: You better be joking, Tommy. Tell me you still have money.
Tommy: ... no, Sonny ... I lost my money.
Sonny: That's my money, Tommy, my money! You'd better not lie to me, Tommy, because you should know that I'm not easy to mess with!
Tommy: Wait, Sonny. I promise you, I will get your money and drugs back. I'll give you those related guys, too.
Sonny: Hey, I see. You are not a fool, Tommy, but I warn you, neither am I. If it had been anyone else, he would have died. But, because of you, we have a friendship, and I will let you take care of it.
Tommy: Listen, Sonny, it's a deal. I will contact you.
Ken Rosenberg's mission: party
Ken: Go and have a good sleep, he said-I sat in this chair all night, turned off the light and drank coffee! This is really a disaster. We've all been played, man! These bastards, listen to me. They're gonna rip my head off. This is ridiculous! That's not why I went to law school! Okay, what the fuck are we gonna do?
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Tommy: Shut up and sit down and relax. Let me tell you what we should do. You find out who took our cocaine.-and then I'll kill them.
Ken: That's a good idea. That's a good idea. Let me think, let me think, let me think. Oh! There is a retired colonel, Colonel juan garcia cortese.
Ken: He helped me stay away from other gangs in Sin City and set up my own business. You got it?
Ken: Now, listen. On the luxury yacht by the bay, he is having a party, and all the big shots in Sin City will attend. How's it going? I have an invitation, of course I have an invitation, but I won't go, even if I lean my head against the door! That won't happen.
Tommy: I told you to shut up! I'll go by myself ...
Ken: Oh-whoa, whoa! Hey, I also like the style of 1978, but, you know, it is necessary to have a beer or watch a striptease. I mean, don't offend them, but I think your clothes look a little inappropriate.
Tommy: What's wrong with my dress?
Ken: All right, listen. Go to Raphael's clothing store and tell him I sent you. He will make you look like a man of status. Ok, let's go. ...
Good evening. I know you are here on behalf of Mr. Rosenberg. I hope some recent troubles haven't affected his health, or, er, he's still sober and hasn't asked?
Tommy: Vicetti. He's just a little ... place phobia.
Good, good. What about you?
Tommy: I just want my goods back.
Cortes: Ah. It looks terrible. Of course, I have mobilized my people to ask around, but such a thorny issue does take some time. Maybe we can talk later. By the way, let me introduce my daughter, Mercedes!
CORTEZ:Caramia, can you take care of our guests while I go to the landlord's musical instrument?
Mercedes: Of course, Dad.
Please forgive me.
Tommy: Mercedes! ?
Mercedes: You must get used to it. Ok, let me introduce some special guests to you ... this is our congressman Alex Bush and Ran Ran's rising porn star Candy Suxxx. ...
Shrub: Have you met my lovely wife Laura? No? Unfortunately, she is in Alabama. This is candy.
Mercedes: One of them is the star runner (tension ends, football player position term) BJ—— of the Vice City Cobra-always charming.
BJ: I stopped him and put him in a wheelchair!
Avery: Haha, that's great! Well, I'm looking at some real estate worth investing in.
Mercedes-Benz: The guy by the swimming pool is the lead singer of Jezz Torrent, who loves boxing.
Let me tell you-do you know how they play table tennis in Thailand? Let me tell you, that has nothing to do with rowing, if you know what I'm talking about!
Mercedes: useless guy. This is a nagging trio.
Mercedes: The one sleeping is Gonzalez, my father's right-hand man, and the other two are Reverend Richards and fake film director Steve Scott.
Steve: ... those guys were about to show their anger when the big shark swam over and bit off their penises! Ha, you've never seen it before, have you?
Colonel! Your party is still so lively, hahahaha! I'm deeply sorry for my lateness.
Ah, that's nothing, brother. How can we find you?
Diaz: Our business is really troublesome-the enemy is nearby. It's time for revenge, my friend.
Tommy: Who's that big mouth?
Mercedes: ricardo diaz. He's a drug Lord.
Diaz: Mercedes!
Oh, I'm taking my friend back to town. See you next time, Ricardo! Let's get out of here.
Actually, please take me to the pole club.
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Ken Rosenberg's mission: fighting in the back alley
Ken: Ah! Well, I hope you have a good life. Because I'm almost confused by the current problem. What did you find?
Tommy: I found that there are more bad people in this city than in prisons. We need a guide. ..
Ken: OK, let me think, let me think, let me think-ah! Got it! Listen, there is an Englishman, an asshole in the music industry. His name is Kent Paul. In a word, he knows almost everything about Sin City. If anyone knows where there are 20 kilograms of cocaine, it must be him. Understand? He has been in Malibu nightclub.
Tommy: I'll find him.
Ken: Relax.
Paul: Where did you suddenly appear? I've been looking for a lady like you.
Tommy: I'm looking for someone from England. ...
(Paul is flirting with a woman in a bar)
Kent Paul, man. By the way, I am the boss here. I handle everything, you know what I mean? I'll treat you. Whatever you want, I will give it to you, girl. What are you worried about, girl?
Tommy: Go away, girl.
Paul: Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Tommy: Are you Kent Paul? I am a friend of Rosenberg. ...
Paul: Rosenberg ... Rosenberg ... Oh, that crazy lawyer! That guy can defend an innocent man!
Paul: Brother, give us another glass of wine. Everyone is a comedian.
Tommy: Listen, I lost 20 kilograms of important things and some cash. ...
Paul: Drugs, man? This is impossible.
Tommy: How do you know?
Paul: Hey, hey! I know a chef and head waiter who works in a hotel on Ocean Avenue. He seems to be doing well recently.
Paul: Will you find him ...? !
Tommy: I will. I'll come to you again.
Paul: OK, that's it. You go, you idiot. I will cheer for you!
Paul: Give me a glass of wine-where is that woman!
(in the alley)
Chef: Hey, what are you looking at?
Tommy: You'd better explain. ...
Chef: Hey, come on, you bastard!
Lance: Oh, good, great guy. Beat him into a meat pie. That will definitely get him to confess.
Tommy: Do you want to try it?
Lance: Hey, relax. I want what you want, brother.
Tommy: Oh, really? What is this?
Lance: Your money-and my dead brother's woman. Unfortunately, you just fucked our tour guide.
Tommy: That's not good. Get out of here
Lance: Hey, hey, stop. Don't run alone. According to my idea-we are in a strange city.
Lance: We must take care of each other.
Tommy: There is no tracker behind me, brother. ...
Lance: Are you sure? Take this. Come with me. We have to get out of here! You must remember one thing in this city. In order to defend yourself, you must have a weapon.
Lance: Come on, the local weapons store is just a few blocks away. Tommy, everyone needs R&M once in a while. The emergency and recovery system means having a gun at hand.
Lance: This is a pole strip club. You can walk here.
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Ken Rosenberg's mission: the wrath of the jury
Ken: Ah! Oh, God bless you! Oh, yes-I want a New Pants! Hey, those lunatics from the north-they blew the horn of progress and will be here soon. Where the hell is the money? !
Tommy: Don't worry, don't worry, we still have time.
Ken: Oh ... I think you're dealing with it, and I'm trying! Now those people say we must do them a favor.
Tommy: You mean I have to work for them.
Ken: Oh, of course I mean it. Do I look like I can threaten a jury? I can't even threaten a child.-Believe me, I tried. Now, listen. Freire's cousin George will go to jail for five years for fraud. You must kill these guys!
Tommy: I understand. Let the jury change its mind. Don't worry too much.
Ken: No, no, no, no-no! I tried. The jury's case is not going well. Let them change their minds.
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Ken Rosenberg's mission: riots
Ken: Avery, stop talking ... Tommy. Tommy. Any progress? No, no, no-tell me later, tell me later. Tommy, this is Avery carrington.-I think you met him at the party?
Author: 222. 125. 193. * Reply to this speech on May 20, 2007.
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Tommy: Not in person.
Avery: Hello.
Ken: Avery is here to make suggestions.
Tommy: Is there nothing else we can do?
Ken: I'm trying to keep them away from me. Can you help me?
Ken: I'm as nervous as a straight wire. Even if I get fucked over the weekend, I hope I don't die so ugly.
Avery: Now calm down, you two.
Avery: Boy, if you help me, I'll let any asshole pick on you.
Tommy: OK. what can I do for you?
Avery: This courier company has a warehouse on that land. They refused to sell.
Avery: They are like a big old prairie rat. If they want to fight us to the end, we have to go there and smoke out those bad things with "smoke".
Avery: Go there and stir up a hornet's nest-then the security guard will be in a hurry and you can sneak in and sabotage it.
Ken: You can go to Raphael's clothing store for a change. You have been there before, so go ahead.
Tommy: There will be a riot.
Avery: If it goes well, come to my office sometime. ...
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Juan garcia cortese's mission: treacherous pig
Mr. Fossetti!
Tommy: Colonel.
I'm glad you could come. Please sit down. Would you like to try lobster?
Tommy: No, thanks.
Cortes: I have to admit with shame that one of the reasons for the predicament we are facing now is that the person I once trusted the most, eating inside and crawling outside. I have tolerated Gonzalez for many years, and now he is getting more and more lawless! There is no alternative but to kill Gonzalez. ...
Tommy: Is he that bad? For me, money is the most important.
To show my gratitude, I will reward you, and we can help you get your money back together. He'll be in his rooftop apartment, probably half drunk. Use this ... (chain saw)
Juan garcia cortese's mission: mall shootout
Tommy. Come on, come to me. This looks delicious, doesn't it? A horse's head? (Malay tapir or North American tapir, rare and endangered animals in the world)
Tommy: Uh ... No, no, no, thank you.
Cortes: Tommy, you are like a breeze on the grassland of pampas, freeing me from the stench of depravity, although I can only regret that it passed by in a hurry and then everything remained the same.
Tommy: It seems that this has nothing to do with the money I want to get back. ...
Tommy, my friend, you are not in Liberty City now. The rules here are different. I'll keep asking for it for you, but in the meantime, I have a big deal to fall through.
Tommy: Do a friend a favor, cortese?
You are such a good friend, Tommy. I know you won't let me down. I want you to meet a messenger who wants to give me high technology. ...
Tommy: What?
(Tommy comes to the second floor of the mall)
Messenger: Ah, and you are?
Tommy: Listen, cortese sent me. Give me the damn thing.
Messenger: Oh ... something is wrong. Don't move, American pig That's the property of the French government. It's over!
Juan garcia cortese's mission: guardian angel
Thomas, nice to meet you. Please forgive me for arranging everything. Diaz asked me to supervise the operation of a small enterprise.
Tommy: I hope this time is better than last time, huh?
That's why I thought of you, my friend. I got you something in the parking lot. Find them-and help the people who supervise Diaz. Thanks, man.
Lance: I think everything is under control. ...
Tommy: Listen, can't you just follow me like a shadow? Why don't you try it yourself and let me see what you can do.
Lance: I will do it. By the way, my name is lance.
Diaz: You must be visiting Cortes for the first time.
Tommy: Until there are more opportunities to make money.
Lance: They'll be here any minute. We'd better find a favorable position ... OK! I'll look after the balcony. You go upstairs to the yard.
(Two motorcycles robbed the cash box)
Diaz: My money! Don't fucking stand here, you bastards! Get that Haitian bastard back!
Lance: Tommy! I will stay here and protect Diaz!
(Tommy takes back the cash box)
Diaz: I'm alive! Asshole! It's up to you! What's your name?
Tommy: Tommy.
Diaz: See you later, brother, I think so!
Tommy: Shit. Lance, where's that guy?
Juan garcia Cortez Mission: Sir, yes, sir.
Cortes: Diaz is very satisfied and wants to see you again.
Tommy: Is that a good thing?
Cortes: Of course! But I'm beginning to think Diaz has something to do with our unfortunate loss ...
Tommy: Why do you say that?
Cortes: You can't blame someone like Diaz-I was just thinking ... anyway. I have a proposal that will make you make money. ...
Tommy: I don't have time to run errands for you, Cortez.
Cortes: I should realize that people with dangerous debts like you are eager for any opportunity to make money. Please, Tommy, listen to me for the last time.
Tommy: Go on. ...
Cortes: I have a buyer who wants to buy a military weapon, and it has been sent to the city. Help me get it back ... as soon as you get it, contact me immediately, and then ...
Juan garcia cortese's mission: gather all personnel.
Cortes: The current situation forces me to leave in a hurry, brother.
Tommy: Is there a problem?
The French want their missile technology back. After the last incident, I think it is time to find a safer port.
Tommy: Isn't it safer to fly?
I'll get fucked before I get to the airport. Besides, I want to take my goods out.
Tommy: Do you need more hands?
Cortes: You, my friend, are worth ten people ... Thomas, you have helped me a lot. But now, you must leave before you reach the high seas. I'll put down my private yacht. Here you are, my friend. This is a token of my gratitude. (a mountain city)
Tommy: Thank you, Colonel.
Cortes: One more request. Can you look after Mercedes for me while I'm abroad?
Tommy: I think she can take care of herself, but I promise, I will watch her.
Thanks, man. Goodbye.
Tommy: Have a safe trip, man.
Tommy vercetti task: bar fight.
Tommy: Is there a problem?
Lance: Some bars don't want to pay protection money. They feel protected by local gangs. But don't worry, Tommy, I can handle it.
Tommy: Can you handle it? You two, come on ... let's go.
Tommy: Get in the car, you useless thing. You are a little tender.
Boss: Oh, shit, again! I don't want this loser! These idiots are not in the same class as the DBP security team around the block. Your thugs are only selected from among yourself.
Tommy: I will come to you.
Owner: OK, OK, anytime.
Tommy vercetti Mission: Copland
Lance: You idiot! What are you thinking about? ! Do you know what will happen? ! We're all screwed!
Mike: The timer must be repaired. That place is protected like a fireworks factory. Someone must have tipped off the police. ...
Tommy: Is there a problem, guys?
Lance: Mike wants to burn down a place in the mall, but he has tightened the fuse, and now the police are blocking the place. We must leave with our things!
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Tommy: both of you relax and let me think! Tommy vercetti won't bow his head when he sees difficulties. The police surrounded the building, right? But it takes time. We went in and set a fire ourselves.
Lance: Yes, but ...
Mike: Nobody can get within a mile of Fiona Fang except the police!
Tommy: Then let's pretend to be policemen. We need uniforms and a police patrol car. Thanks to Mike.
Mike: Sorry.
Lance: I have an idea. All we have to do is lure the police with our fingers and put them in prison.
Tommy: Good plan. Let's go!
Mike: OK.
Tommy: OK, Lance, let's get the attention of the police!
(Two people put on police uniforms in the garage)
Lance: Put on your clothes! Oh, it fits!
Tommy: But the crotch is a little tight. ...
Lance: Oh, yeah, yeah, me too. So is mine.
Tommy: Remember-smile at other policemen.
(Two people walk into the mall)
Lance: Hello, officer. Nice badge. Nice badge.
Tommy: It went well, Lance.
Lance: OK, the time is set, and the countdown is five seconds.
Tommy: Five seconds? ! ! Get out of here.
Last task: cover the collector.
Tommy: OK, what's the emergency?
Kelly: Tommy ... some thugs ... they said they would come and take what belonged to them ... and said it was Mr. Ferrero's money ... I felt like a loser.
Tommy: Freire? Sonny Freire?
Kelly: Yes, that man ... I think ... won't stop until he gets what he wants. ...
Tommy: I don't blame you.
Tommy: Take him to the hospital.
Kelly: Tommy ... avenge me. ...
Tommy: I'll make him pay!
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One last task: get close to your friends.
Tommy: What's the matter?
Ken: Tommy! Oh, okay, okay. Listen to me. Listen. Uh, listen, I like fish. I like fish. I love them very much when they are pets in a fish tank or food on a plate, but although I love them very much, I don't want to sleep with them. Okay, but your Italian brother is coming here to stuff me into shoes full of cement, and I ... ......
Tommy: Shut up, Ken. Sit down.
Tommy: Lance, what the fuck is going on?
Lance: It's your friend from the North, Tommy. They're not happy that you killed their people. They came to get even with you today.
Tommy: Their movements are slower than I expected ... Guys, we have to prepare for the final Armageddon. There is no doubt that I will be responsible, and you all have to listen to me! Ken, you go and prepare some counterfeit money first, and then put 3 million in the suitcase. Lance, gather your men. ...
Sonny: Tommy! What happened? Aren't you going to give the old man a hug?
Tommy: I have been in prison for 15 years, so I may be a little rusty on family etiquette.
Sonny: You are always so easily angered, eh, Tommy. I warned you that your temper would make you miserable, right?
Tommy: There are three million in the suitcase. ...
Sonny: How much? Ten people? No, eleven people. That's why you are called "the butcher of Harewood"! Hahaha!
Tommy: You sent me to kill one person, just one. They know Sonny sent me. ...
Sonny: Tommy, Tommy, watch your tone. You'll make people think you're accusing me of putting you in jail.
Tommy: Take the money ... Take the damn money.
Sonny: You know what, Tommy? I will try my best to help you, help you contact, and go through the back door. I'm your friend, Tommy. I hope you can repay me and cooperate with me. I trusted you so much, Tommy, but you let me down. But at least someone in your fucking gang knows how to do business, right, lance?
Lance: Sorry, Tommy. This is Sin City. This is business.
Tommy: You betrayed us. ...
Lance: No, I betrayed you, Tommy. I betrayed you.
Lance: The real money is in the safe upstairs.
Sonny: Tommy, what are you thinking? You think I'll leave with fake money? Save my face and run for my life with my tail between my legs? !
Tommy: No. I just want to make you angry before I fuck you.
Lance: There's no one to cover you now, Tommy, okay?
Tommy: You're dying, you rebellious bastard!
Lance: Oh, you think so?
Tommy: Come here, you dog!
Lance: You are history, Tommy. You're finished.
Tommy: This is one last dance from lance vance!
Lance: I've learned enough at school!
Tommy: Lance, you chose the wrong side. ...
Tommy and Sonny finally got into a fight.
Tommy: You put me in prison 15 years, Sonny ... now I want you to pay!
Sonny: You still don't get it! You're my pawn, Tommy. Then 15 is a good time for me to squander! Fuck it, guys. He will never learn.
(after the decisive battle)
Ken: Tommy? Oh, my God, Tommy! What happened?
Tommy: What do you think?
Ken: It looks like you broke your coat! Besides, Tommy, that's a beautiful coat! Tommy, what the hell happened?
Tommy: I have a little disagreement with a business partner. You know how it is.
Ken: Tommy, if I don't agree with others, I'll write to them and scold him. Maybe I'll pee in their mailbox. But I don't want to start World War III. I think you should talk to my therapist. ...
Tommy: Lance, that idiot. ...
Ken: Tommy, I never liked that guy, you know? He's neurotic, unreliable and selfish-he's just an asshole! I'm glad you fucked him!
Tommy: I don't think we will be pressured by the northern gangs anymore ... because they are finished, and now it is the south.
Ken: Wait, is this what I think ... Tommy baby.
Tommy: What do you think?
Ken: We are the boss now ... I mean, you have become the boss. Oh, Tommy!
Tommy: You know, Ken. I think this will be a wonderful beginning of our great cause. ...
Ken: After all, you are an indulgent and despicable thief, and I am a crazy murderer and drug Lord.