Mission 7: Welcome Home, Brother - August 1971
Weeks have past since the last mission. At your safehouse during the night, you will hear your phone ring. You pick up and it's Phil sounding rather intoxicated.
Phil: [Slurred] Hey Virgil.
Virgil: You okay, Philly?
Phil: Yeah, I'm good. Uh... Can you swing by my place? I need your help with something.
Virgil: Sure, no problem. You sure you okay?
Phil: Oh, hey Virgil. How you doing?
Virgil: Oh my God, I'm coming over right now.
Phil: Good, 'cause I need your help with something.
Virgil: Bye, Phil.
You are given the objective to head to Phil's house. When you arrive and approach the front door, you notice it is ajar. You have your gun on hand and slowly advance forward. You can hear "A Horse with No Name" by America playing at maximum volume. It's coming from the living room. You go and notice the room is only dimly lit, all of the shades are down, and an ashtray full of half-smoked cigarettes. There is also one of the "Cubaney" cigar boxes from the last mission with an open pack of heroin. You notice Phil laying down on his couch, with his left arm tied and a used needle laying on the table along with three empty bottles of whiskey. You wake Phil up by giving him a hard smack across his face-
"Ah, what the f*ck!"
When he sees you in his intoxicated state, he slowly gets up speaking incoherently.
Phil: [Slurred] What's up, Virgil. Glad you made it.
Virgil: What the f*ck, Phil? Is this really what you do in your free time? Killing yourself with this poison?
Phil: Don't judge me, V. Everyone has their escape. This is mine.
Virgil: Escape from what?
Phil: Our Demons.
Virgil: You're just inviting them into your house.
Phil: Besides [Sniff] I don't do it a lot. I just baby-dose from time-to-time.
Virgil: That's how it f*cking starts. Eventually, you'll realize you can't stop because you feel like you need it.
Phil: Like with coke? 'cause I see it leaves no long-lasting effects on you or Paul.
Virgil: This ain't about me, Philly. This is next level sh*t. This is sure to kill you.
Phil: Life has already killed me. And the Angel of Death will come and claim me after I inflict damage upon a specific human being that will mark my end.
Virgil: Okay, that's it.
You grab Phil and throw him in the bathtub and fill it with cold water. Phil will attempt to get out of it but you must keep him down until he calms down and sobers up a bit. After some time has passed, he'll come to his senses.
Phil: You know, I really lost myself back there.
Virgil: No kidding. What were you thinking?
Virgil: Liam? Your brother, Liam?
Virgil: What about him?
Phil: He's back in town.
Virgil: He is?
Virgil: Then why are you getting doped up?
Phil: You know Liam. He always thought he was better than me. Always puts me in the spotlight. I don't wanna deal with him sober.
Virgil: Look, Philly. He is your brother. The only that actually tries to connect with you. I don't hear Karen, Gordon, or Jimmy looking for you.
Phil: F*ck them. And f*ck Liam. He's the worse.
Virgil: So that's it? Just gonna stay here and hopefully overdose before seeing him?
Phil: Doesn't sound like a bad idea.
Virgil: Well I'm not letting you do that.
Phil: Then come with me.
Virgil: To where?
Phil: To see him. One of his old friends is throwing him a party over at Kennedy Plains. If you come with me, I'll feel better.
Virgil: [Sighs] Fine.
Phil: Yes! Thank you, Virgil. I'll owe you one.
Virgil: Big time. Just get ready.
Step outside and wait in your car. Phil will come out soon. When he does, he'll enter the car.
You can start driving towards your objective. Jailhouse Radio will start playing A Horse with No Name and Phil will react-
"I love this f*cking song."
He'll sing to it. Keep in mind he is still under the influence of the heroin. Once you arrive at the bar, Phil will pull his pistol out and load it.
Virgil: What the f*ck are you doing?
Phil: Just in case.
Virgil: You are not taking that gun in there.
Phil: What of some jumps off?
Virgil: Fight them. You should have no reason to shoot someone.
Phil: Don't be so sure.
Virgil: The gun stays in the car.
Phil: Then yours should too.
Both you and Phil will place the guns under the seats. You'll then get out and enter the bar. The bar is full of people but Phil points out his brother right away.
Phil: There he is. That loud-mouth over there.
Virgil: Oh wow, he really grew that beard.
Phil: I'm not ready.
Virgil: You're already here, Philly. I'm right behind you.
Phil will walk over to Liam who is at the end of the bar. He taps on his shoulder and gets his attention.
Phil: Hey, Liam.
Liam: Brother! [The two have a hug] So glad you can make it. Hope everything's okay between us.
Phil: We'll see. By the way, you remember Virgil, right?
Liam: Oh yeah, of course, I do.
Virgil: Hey, Liam. How are you?
Liam: Virgil Assante, you're still hanging out with my kid brother? That's a big surprise.
Virgil: I see Phil as my little brother too.
Liam: Well that's good. How about we all have a drink.
Phil: Yeah sure.
Liam: Great. Hey Jack, a round of whiskey.
The bartender serves the drinks and everyone drinks them.
Liam: That is some good sh*t.
Virgil: Where did you go, again?
Liam: I went to the Motherland, Ireland. Helping out our brother over in Belfast.
Virgil: That's quite a service.
Liam: Yeah. What about you, Virgil? How was 'Nam? You really gave it those commie-chinks, huh?
Virgil: That's, uh, classified.
Liam: Hey, your secret's safe with me. And what about you, Little Philly? Still hanging with our crazy Uncle.
Phil: Yeah, I am.
Liam: How did I know?
Liam: I'm just kidding. Let's have another drink, huh?
Phil: Yeah, fine.
Liam: Virgil, you in?
Liam: Alright. Here's to my brother, his best friend, and to all the single ladies in here.
They take the shots.
Liam: I missed you, Philly. I know you and me don't see eye-to-eye but you are my brother. Can we put aside all of our differences tonight, and drink the night away?
Phil: Yeah. Yeah, I'd love that.
Liam: Great! Jack, keep the drinks coming.
Time will fast forward to 2 am, closing time and there are only a handful od f people still in the bar.
Liam: God, that is a dirty f*cking drink. You know, Philly. If there's one thing I regret, hear me out.
Phil: What is it?
Liam: It's the fact that you have turned out to be such a street f*ck up.
Liam: I mean, you really think you're gonna get far working for Mickey? He'll just get you killed and no one will miss you.
Virgil: That's a bit too far, Liam.
Liam? What? I'm just saying it like it is. He's my brother, I can tell him anything if I want to.
Phil: I would be careful if I were you.
Virgil: We were having such a good night, let's not ruin that.
Liam: If I wanted to ruin his night I would tell him to give his dad a call.
Phil looks at Liam with eyes that only scream, rage.
Liam: What was it again? Found dead in a dumpster in Bullston, right?
Virgil: That's enough, Liam.
Phil: You know, Liam. You think I'm still that scared little boy when you left. You've been away so obviously, you didn't get the memo. I ain't that little boy anymore. I'm someone who demands respect, and gets it one way or another. So before you say another word, think about that. The last person you wanna piss off right now is me. Trust me.
Liam: Whoa, I'm just being a Sly. Just having some fun with you. I don't see you for three years, just slying you up. Nothing personal. Sorry if I offended you, man.
Phil: Okay, I'll admit, I did take it a bit too far. I'm sorry. Really, I am.
Liam: Good. Now lets drink.
Liam takes another drink.
Liam: I also wanna apologize. I wanna apologize for the fact, you turned into a bigger f*ck up than your dead father.
Virgil: Jesus f*cking Christ, Liam. Really?
Phil puts his drink down, gets up and walks out the bar.
Virgil: I hope you're happy. A perfect night ruined by your bullsh*t. You don't ever change.
Liam: F*ck him! Let him take his medicine. I see the track marks on his arm. He's a low-life f*cking Junkie just like his father. F*ck him and f*ck you.
Virgil: How about I bash this f*cking bottle over your f*cking head?
Liam: Do it. I ain't scared of you, Guinea.
You will grab Liam but the rest of the men at the bar will get up and ready up to fight.
Virgil: So it's that kind of fight?
Liam: That's right, Wop.
Phil walks into the bar and walks towards Liam. You will notice Phil has his gun on hand. In a swift motion, Phil shoots his brother in the chest multiple times, until he empties the clip. Phil has a blank look on his face. Almost as if he feels nothing after murdering his own flesh and blood. The other men have cleared the bar after the first shot. You stare at Liam's dead body and Phil just standing over him.
Virgil: Phil... You do realize what you just did, right?
Phil: Yeah. We should get him in the trunk. I know a good spot to bury him.
You notice the bartender reaching for the phone. You react by going to him, grabbing him, and punching him until he falls to the ground.
"What did you see?"
You will continue to kick him until he response-
"Nothing. I didn't see anything."
You stop and help Phil get Liam corpse to the trunk of your car. Once you are done, you get in and drive away.
Virgil: Where we going?
Phil: You know Pete Zimmerman?
Phil: Head over to his place to pick up some shovels.
Virgil: We're not gonna talk about this ever.
You'll reach Zimmerman's residence and Phil will go in and grab a couple of shovels. He'll return to the car.
Phil: Alright, now head to the old hospital on Locust. There should be a dirt road we can take.
Virgil: We're gonna bury him at the old cemetery, aren't we?
At the far west of Kennedy Plains is the old abandoned mental asylum that has a field of unmarked graves where many have been buried even after the asylum closed. Once you arrive and find a spot, you get Liam's dead body out of the trunk and place him on the ground as you and Phil begin digging his grave.
Virgil: You're not at all worried about your family asking about him?
Phil: No. I'm sure they didn't even know he came back from Ireland. We'll be fine.
Virgil: Okay look. There has to be an actual reason you killed your own brother. Not because he pissed you off.
Phil: There is. I'm just not gonna say it.
Virgil: It's not like it matters now.
Phil: It doesn't. Just keep digging.
Once Phil feels the hole is enough-
"That should be good. Roll him in here."
You push Liam's body into the hole. Phil gets up close to Liam's dead face-
"See you in Hell, Brother"
Phil will get out of the hole and you two grab shovels and start filling the grave in. Phil will also throw the gun in the grave as well. Once the hole is filled in, a sudden rainstorm commences and you and Phil rush to the car.
Virgil: If I was a superstitious man, I would say we've pissed someone off burying your brother here.
Phil: F*ck them.
Virgil: Good luck with that. So, where you trying to go?
Phil: Can you drop me off over at Zimmerman's? I'm gonna crash there tonight.
Virgil: Alright. Your not gonna use that sh*t again, are you?
Phil: I can't lie. Yeah, I am. But this is my life, I'd really appreciate if you didn't butt in. I'm probably gonna die soon anyway so it wouldn't make any difference.
Virgil: You seem so sure.
Phil: I am. Old Man Sullivan from down the street used to say "If it starts raining at midnight of your birthday, you're gonna die soon."
Virgil: And did it rain?
Phil: It rained hail. Windshields and windows were cracked to sh*t. I just got to a point where I didn't care anymore. After Mom died last year, that was it for me.
Virgil: So you don't care about killing your own brother?
Phil: Trust me, V. He would've killed me if he had the chance.
Virgil: What do you mean?
Phil: I can't talk about it. Just know, it was either him or me. So it might as well be him.
Virgil: Whatever you say, Philly.
Once you arrive at Zimmerman's residence-
Virgil: Don't overdo it. Okay?
Phil: I won't. By the way, here take this.
Phil hands you an envelope.
Phil: This was on him. Might as well give it to you.
Phil: Take it easy, V. Might wanna clean and disinfect that trunk. And get rid of those clothes.
This is only a cutscene showing the strained relationship between Phil and his older brother, Liam.
Flashback Mission 1: The Cost for a Cause - November 1968
Phil: The f*ck are we waiting for?
Liam: We told you already. Our brothers from the old country
Phil: They ain't my brothers.
Mickey: Regardless, we're looking at a good payday giving these f*ckers guns.
Liam: Don't call them that, Mick. They're fighting for a good reason. Independence from the oppressive United Kingdom.
Phil: Spoken like a true American idiot.
Mickey: Both of yous shut up. Now, Philly, you got the merchandise. Liam, you're security. Simple set-up. Should be no crossings.
Liam: That means no running, Philly.
Phil: F*ck you, Liam.
Mickey: Shut the f*ck up, the both of yous. Here they come.
Four men enter the warehouse and walk towards the trio carrying duffle bags and a briefcase.
Mickey: How you doing, Kieran?
Kieran: [Irish Accent] I'm good. Bout ye, Lad?
Mickey: I could complain but who would listen? Anyway, like you, I brought security with me. Hope you understand. Times are tough around these parts.
Kieran: I understand fully, Mickey. To business then?
Hugh: [Irish Accent] That sounds great to me, Kieran. I'm up to high doh'.
Mickey: Whatever that means, I'm sure that's good news.
Kieran: Oh it is, Mickey. We're happy.
Mickey: Excellent. Now we did agree upon ten-thousand for the Rifles, seven-thousand for the PK's, and eight-thousand for the shotguns. Totaling-
Mickey: That sounds about right.
Kieran: The people of Northern Ireland thanks you for your service, Mickey.
Mickey: I'm happy I can help with your cause. Now the merchandise is in the crate behind us. Philly, open the crate, will ya?
Phil takes a crowbar and opens the wooden crate, revealing the weapons neatly organized.
Kieran: You've out-done yourself, Mickey.
Mickey: The American Dream is all about aspirations and progression.
Kieran: Pay the man, Hugh.
Hugh hands Mickey the briefcase. Mickey opens it right away only to discover, it's empty.
Mickey: What the f*ck is this, Kieran?
Kieran: Sorry, Mickey. But like you said-
Hugh and the others pull out shotguns from the duffle bags and point them at Mickey, Phil, and Liam.
Kieran: These are tough times.
Mickey: You really think you're gonna live after f*cking with me?
Kieran: I guess we'll find out, won't we?
In a fast motion, Liam dives and runs towards a door to the side. The shooting starts, Mickey takes cover behind the gun crate and shoots back using a rifle. Phil takes cover behind another crate next to the gun crate. Mickey throws Phil a PK61 to shoot back. The firefight goes on for a few minutes until Mickey and Phil kill Kieran's three men.
Mickey: Philly! Go find Liam. He might be in trouble.
Phil runs through the warehouse looking for Liam. He finds him in an old office, talking to Kieran. Phil hides behind a wall by the doorway.
Kieran: The shooting stopped. They're done.
Liam: I hope so. You going out there to check?
Kieran: Yeah. Once I regroup with my men, we'll be leaving. Understood?
Liam: Yeah, no problem. Can I have my cut?
Kieran: Ten-thousand, a fake passport, and a ticket to Belfast International for 4 AM. Too bad your brother can't come.
Liam: He was gonna die anyway. I'm just doing the world a favor.
Kieran: Well then, okay. I'll see you in Ireland.
Liam: You bet.
Kieran walks towards the doorway, Phil takes out his knife. Once Kieran gets close, Phil grabs him and holds the knife to his neck. Liam turns around and reacts by taking his gun out and pointing it at Phil.
Phil: You really think I can die that easy? You need to do better than that, Brother.
Kieran: How are you still alive?
Phil: Why don't you ask your boys. Oh wait, they're dead.
Liam: Let him go, Philly. This is for a good cause.
Phil: F*ck you and your cause. Here's my cause, you f*ck with me, you die.
Liam: I'm sorry, Phil. You'll understand in the future.
Phil: Oh yeah? Well, try to understand this.
Phil slits Kieran's throat. Liam shoots Phil in the arm and runs away. That is last time Phil and Mickey sees him until his return in 1971.
21-year-old Phil is at home and his phone rings.
Mickey: Did you hear?
Phil: About what?
Mickey: Your brothers coming home.
Phil: ...You're f*cking with me.
Mickey: I'm not. He's flying in tomorrow. His old friends are gonna throw him a party over at Kaiser's. If you want, I can someone else to do it-
Phil: No, I got it.
Mickey: You sure?
Phil: Yeah. I'm sure.
Mickey: Well good. Head to Petey's when you're done.
Phil: No problem.
Mickey: Good luck, Nephew.
Phil hangs up. He sits on his couch in silence, thinking. He looks over at the cigar box. He gets up and opens it. Takes out all of the cigars and gets to the hidden heroin package at the bottom. He prepares himself to shoot up, but he puts on a record before he does. Once his favorite "America" record begins playing, he injects the heroin into his arm, then lays down and closes his eyes.
Flashback Mission Complete