Concept Grand Theft Auto IV - Of Blood and Loyalty

[E Revere]

13 hours ago, donnits said:

Once I FINALLY start detailing the missions (it's already been over a month... jeez...), you'll find Wilbert makes very little money during the main story. I want money to really feel like a struggle for Wilbert, since he's definitely the lowest tier criminal out of the IV, and LC Nobodies, protagonists. To counter this, he has a bunch side jobs if you need to make faster money. And yes, the idea is just like the 3D era - getting in the parked towtruck or delivery scooter will trigger the mission. However, it can easily just be an objective marker next to the vehicle - this would more likely be the case if this DLC ever actually became a reality. The objectives themselves are more streamlined to fit with the HD era, though. You aren't driveby shooting pizzas at customers every other block. You're parking into markers, and then cutscenes of Wilbert handing the order over will play - like Little Jacob's Drug Delivery. Not the most exciting stuff, but I like the more mellow moments in Liberty City.

Sounds cool. I like the idea of making a less relevant criminal too. I feel that no GTA has ever attempted to capture the essence of the thousand other people whose careers go nowhere and how strenuous it could be - apart from GTA Advance but that isn't well-known.

 

Would the incentive for gaining money be primarily story-driven or would there be purchasable things in freeroam?

[donnits]

10 hours ago, E Revere said:

Would the incentive for gaining money be primarily story-driven or would there be purchasable things in freeroam?

There's clothes to buy at the new Sub Urban store, hairstyles at Leroy's barber shop in Alderney, gambling at the various gang clubs, car mod shops, and paying friends for car or gun favors.

[Luis lopezz]

On 8/11/2024 at 12:01 AM, donnits said:

Once I FINALLY start detailing the missions (it's already been over a month... jeez...), you'll find Wilbert makes very little money during the main story. I want money to really feel like a struggle for Wilbert, since he's definitely the lowest tier criminal out of the IV, and LC Nobodies, protagonists. To counter this, he has a bunch side jobs if you need to make faster money. And yes, the idea is just like the 3D era - getting in the parked towtruck or delivery scooter will trigger the mission. However, it can easily just be an objective marker next to the vehicle - this would more likely be the case if this DLC ever actually became a reality. The objectives themselves are more streamlined to fit with the HD era, though. You aren't driveby shooting pizzas at customers every other block. You're parking into markers, and then cutscenes of Wilbert handing the order over will play - like Little Jacob's Drug Delivery. Not the most exciting stuff, but I like the more mellow moments in Liberty City.

I’m just curious if you would make this a real thing how would the missions play out. Would you use AI for voices or would it be just text. Btw very impressed with the concept

Edited August 23, 2024 by Luis lopezz

[donnits]

42 minutes ago, Luis lopezz said:

I’m just curious if you would make this a real thing how would the missions play out. Would you use AI for voices or would it be just text. Btw very impressed with the concept

If I knew how to script, or someone who did, I'd definitely use AI voices for the dialogue. Thanks for the kind words.

[Luis lopezz]

11 hours ago, donnits said:

If I knew how to script, or someone who did, I'd definitely use AI voices for the dialogue. Thanks for the kind words.

How would you make missions tho if you don’t know how to script

[Itchy623]

I think this is probably my favorite one out of the three lol. I absolutely love the ideas and concepts that are being presented in the story with Willbert, as well as his character and role here, him being a much more lower-rate and scrappier criminal than all of the rest, trying to get above from the ground when taking any job that Liberty City has to offer him just to get by is an brilliant idea in itself. If only, he were to work for Roman’s taxi cab lol- But yeah, the story, characters, as well as new content are absolutely amazing and I can’t wait to see what else comes out for this concept as it develops in the near future!

[donnits]

Intro & Mission #1

BLOW THE GAFF

 

BLACK SCREEN

 

Loud snoring is heard.

 

SUPERIMPOSED:

ROCKSTAR GAMES PRESENTS

 

Snoring continues.

 

A ROCKSTAR NORTH PRODUCTION

 

Suddenly, an alarm clock goes off.

 

CUT TO:

INT. WILBERT’S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM

 

WILBERT WETTERER (20s, stout, a hardened thug) jolts awake, face-down on a ratty couch. Cocaine dusts the coffee table in front of him. He groans, rubs his face, and stumbles to his feet.

 

INT. WILBERT’S APARTMENT - BATHROOM - MOMENTS LATER

 

A filthy bathroom. Wilbert stands at the toilet, pissing. He lets out a loud fart, sighs in relief, then hawks a wad of phlegm into the sink. He doesn’t flush.

 

INT. WILBERT’S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER

 

Wilbert flops back onto the couch, face now fully revealed—scarred, tired. He smacks his cheeks to wake up, grabs a rolled-up dollar bill, and hovers over a line of coke. Before he can snort—

A deafening explosion shakes the apartment. Glass shatters. Dust falls from the ceiling. Car alarms sound outside.

 

WILBERT

( startled )

What th-f—

 

He stumbles to the window, yanks the curtain aside.

 

EXT. SOUTH BOHAN - HOLLOWBACK STREET

 

The USED AUTO PARTS & SALVAGE garage down the street is ablaze.

 

WILBERT

Holy sh*t!

 

EXT. SOUTH BOHAN - MOMENTS LATER

Wilbert bursts outside, jumps into his dirty Dinka Blista, and peels out. As he drives, someone casually walks away from the burning garage.

 

NIKO BELLIC
( distant )

I blew the place up...

 

Wilbert doesn’t hear. He speeds toward Algonquin. The camera pans up to show the Liberty City Skyline.

 

GRAND THEFT AUTO IV OF BLOOD AND LOYALTY

 

MAIN THEME kicks in. Quick cuts follow:

 

EXT. FORTSIDE: SAL MORALES mugs a pedestrian, knife flashing.

EXT. NORTHWOOD HEIGHTS BRIDGE: GENNADI ZHUKOV, intoxicated, sprints drunkenly while chased by cops.

EXT. NORTH HOLLAND: LUIS LOPEZ hand washes a black Schafter.

EXT. WESTMINSTER - BOOTH TUNNEL: JOHNNY KLEBITZ speeds through on his Hexer.

 

The music fades out as—

 

EXT. LOWER EASTON - LUDDITE ROW

 

Wilbert parks outside the apartment of HELMUT SWARTZKOPF. He heads inside.

 

INT. HELMUT’S APARTMENT

 

HELMUT SWARTZKOPF (30s, wiry, German-accent) looks up from a Pißwasser.

 

HELMUT

Scheiße, Willy, you crawl here or what?

 

WILBERT

Sorry, I was up all night partying with Gordo. You know how it is. Any news on that f*ckin’ terrorist attack?

 

HELMUT

That wasn’t no terrorist attack. You know Kenny Petrovic owns that garage. I haven’t heard much, but I’d bet those guys in Hove Beach are gearing up for something. You gotta stay away from them Russians, Will.

 

WILBERT

Couldn’t it have been the Puerto Ricans? They’re up to some crazy sh*t there.

 

HELMUT

Who gives a sh*t? Point is, I got us a job. Remember that Bucky Sligo guy I told you about? He’s got an in with the Pavanos. Cosa Nostra guys.

 

WILBERT

(squinting)

Uhh, sounds familiar.

 

HELMUT

Well, they run that dealership in North Alderney. Bucky wants us to take the cars from that showroom by Middle Park—the Grotti one.

 

WILBERT

Stealing cars for the Mafia? I guess I’m moving up in the world.

 

HELMUT

Yeah, sure. But for now, you’re still my wheelman. Let’s take my car.

 

WILBERT

Yo, that old thing? Dude, you’re stuck in 1986 or something.

 

Helmut shrugs. They head out.

 

EXT. ALGONQUIN STREETS

 

Wilbert drives Helmut’s retro Sentinel. Helmut is in the passenger seat.

 

OBJECTIVE:

Drive to the Grotti showroom.

 

HELMUT

So, how you feel, Willy?

 

WILBERT

Like sh*t.

 

HELMUT

This is a big opportunity.

 

WILBERT

Yeah. Yeah, I know. f*ckin’ Gordo.

 

HELMUT

Gordo didn’t shovel that sh*t up your nose. Maybe lay off it, ja?

 

WILBERT

Whatever, dude.

 

HELMUT

Hmph. Is Gordo still tight with the McRearys?

 

WILBERT

Of course. He’s loyal.

 

HELMUT

You’re loyal. Gordo’s just, wie sagt man, complacent? He’s a solid guy, but there’s more to this life than blindly taking orders.

 

WILBERT

I’m not so sure about that.

 

HELMUT

Yeah, I guess I don’t know either.

 

WILBERT

All I know is that explosion was crazy. Terrorist or not, you know the feds are gonna have a field day with it.

 

HELMUT

I’m sure Congress will milk it for their Jingoism Act.

 

WILBERT

Hope the mechanic is alright. He’s a good guy.

 

HELMUT

I didn’t take you to have a Russian type. Meinetwegen, to each their own.

 

WILBERT
( fake laughs )

Ha. Shut the f*ck up. No, he did great work on my car! Asshole...

 

EXT. MIDDLE PARK EAST - GROTTI SHOWROOM

 

They pull up near the showroom.

 

HELMUT

Once we grab the cars, haul ass to that warehouse in Northwood. That’s where we’ll meet Bucky and his crew.

 

They park in an alley opposite the showroom.

 

WILBERT

I hope no one boosts your car out here.

 

HELMUT

I’m due for a new one, aren’t I?

 

INT. GROTTI SHOWROOM

 

A slick salesman approaches.

 

SALESMAN

Gentlemen, how may I assist—

 

WILBERT

( cutting him off )

By getting the f*ck out the way!

 

Helmut smashes the window of a TURISMO with a crowbar. Wilbert punches the salesman, knocking him to the ground. Helmut jumps into the car and floors it through the showroom window. Wilbert breaks into a Turismo behind him.

 

WILBERT

Catch you later, prick!

 

EXT. ALGONQUIN STREETS

 

Follow Helmut.

Spoiler

 

Sirens wail. Cops in POLICE BUFFALO cruisers give chase as the Turismos tear through traffic. Wilbert’s phone rings.

 

HELMUT (V.O.)

Willy, these cops mean f*cking business. Stick close to me.

 

WILBERT

You sound scared, H. Maybe YOU should stick close to ME.

 

HELMUT (V.O.)

Can't you leave the comedy for Split Sides? I have an idea. Just follow me.

 

They weave through streets. Helmut leads Will to a ramp between the housing projects on Frankfort Avenue. They launch off it and land into an empty field on the other side. The cops in pursuit crash out behind them.

 

EXT. IVY DRIVE NORTH - EMPTY LOT - EVENING

 

The Turismos come to a stop. Wilbert and Helmut get out.

 

WILBERT

Looks like we lost them. Man, that was crazy!

 

HELMUT

That was close. Come on, let me introduce you to Bucky.

 

BUCKY SLIGO (50s, grizzled) and BYRON BURNS (60s, sharp) approach.

 

BUCKY

Them sirens yous?

 

HELMUT

Things got a bit dicey back there, but we shook them.

 

BUCKY

You better. Feds aren’t f*cking around, what with all this terrorism noise. Who’s this guy?

 

HELMUT

Wilbert Wetterer. Good friend of mine. Willy, this is Bucky Sligo and Byron Burns.

 

BYRON

Wetterer, eh? You run with them McReary boys?

 

WILBERT
Used to, sir. Not in a long time. Hey, it’s nice to meet you fellas.

 

He shakes Bucky’s hand. Byron walks off mid-handshake.

 

BUCKY

If you want my advice, stay away from them. So, Swartzkopf. The cars look solid. Payment will come, we gotta get them back over to Alderney first. You’ll hear from us.

 

HELMUT

Sounds good, Buck. Let us know of any more jobs you need done. Me and Willy here are always looking for work.

 

WILBERT

Yeah, we get sh*t done.

 

BYRON
( returning )

They’ll do. Let’s get out of here.

 

WILBERT

Wait, that’s it?

 

HELMUT

Take it easy.

 

Wilbert bites his tongue.

 

BUCKY

This is a good kid you got here, Swartzkopf. I’ll keep my eye on you, Willy. So long, fellas.

 

Bucky and Byron climb into a Majestic and drive off.

 

WILBERT
What the f*ck, H? I need this money.

 

HELMUT
And they’re good for it. Trust me. Here—

 

He hands Wilbert some cash.

 

WILBERT
sh*t. Thanks, man. Ah, I hope you’re right.

 

HELMUT
I am. Patience, ja? Go on, grab yourself a drink. I’m gonna stay here a while.

 

WILBERT
Alright, brother. I’ll catch you later.

 

Wilbert hails a taxi.

 

WILBERT
( whistles ) Ay, taxi!

 

FADE OUT

 

FADE IN:

EXT. SOUTH BOHAN - WILBERT’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

 

NOTIFICATION:

This is Wilbert’s apartment.

 

INT. WILBERT’S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM

 

Sleeping on the couch will save the game and advance time by six hours.

 

INT. WILBERT’S APARTMENT - WARDROBE

 

You can use the wardrobe to change clothes.

 

INT. WILBERT’S APARTMENT - KITCHEN

 

Weapons are stockpiled in the kitchen.

 

EXT. SOUTH BOHAN - WILBERT’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

 

Wilbert parks his Blista outside the building.

 

This is Wilbert’s Blista. It will be parked here every time you load into a save game. You can store another vehicle in the parking space behind it.

 

The phone beeps from a text message.

 

PHONE SCREEN:

"You don’t show up today. Come take a shift soon. - Abdul, L.C.C. Taxis"

 

Wilbert starts with $100.

 

Mission Passed

Edited March 22 by donnits

[donnits]

ANTE UP

 

EXT. STEINWAY - TRENTON AVE

 

A gritty row of houses. Wilbert walks up to GORDON SARGENT’s chainlink gate. GORDON (20s, stocky, uncouth) looms over his elderly neighbor, MRS. CALLAHAN (70s, frail), mid-rant.

 

GORDON

Listen, ya old hag—this side a’ the divida’s mine! Keep ya f*ckin’ dog sh*t ova’ there!

 

MRS. CALLAHAN

( shaky )

I’m sorry, Gordon. My eyes aren’t what they used to be.

 

GORDON

Then ditch the damn mutt!

 

MRS. CALLAHAN

Oh, but little Lucky’s my world. I’ll try harder, I swear.

 

Wilbert steps into view, throwing a wave at Gordon.

 

WILBERT

Picking on old ladies now?

 

GORDON

( grins )

Well, look who crawled out the gutta—the beast himself!

( mocks a growl, guttural )

 

Wilbert smirks, then turns to the old woman.

 

WILBERT

Hey, Mrs. Callahan, long time no see!

 

MRS. CALLAHAN

Is that little Willy? Oh, heavens, you got big! How you holding up?

 

WILBERT

Eh. Scraping by.

( nods at Gordon )

Keep Lucky away from this guy, huh? He’s sick in the head.

 

GORDON

( leans in, sinister )

I know a Chinese joint ‘round the block could turn him into somethin' good. Mm-mm-mm.

 

Wilbert snorts, cracking up. Gordon joins in on the laughter. Mrs. Callahan gasps, hand flying to her chest. She shuffles to her door in a huff, slamming it behind her. Wilbert and Gordon shrug it off.

 

GORDON

So, Willy, how goes it?

 

WILBERT

You catch that terrorist attack on the news?

 

GORDON

Oh yeah—right in ya backyard, huh?

 

WILBERT

f*ckin’ wild. Talk about a rude awakening. I was still half-dead from that rager the other night. Head was killing me.

 

GORDON

Barely remember it. I still got the coke boogies, though.

 

WILBERT

Nice.

 

GORDON

( spits on the ground ) sh*t sucks around here, man. The McReary name means jack sh*t.

 

WILBERT

Don’t let Packie hear you say that.

 

GORDON

Packie? He’s got a stick up his ass. Treats me like I’m retarded or somethin’.

 

WILBERT

He thinks his sh*t don’t stink, that’s for sure.

 

GORDON

And I’m f*ckin’ broke. Owe my bookie 7 large.

 

WILBERT

Yeah?

 

GORDON

Hmm. Ah, f*ck it. That can wait. I’ma hit up a card game in Schottler, you in?

 

WILBERT

Poker? Hell yeah.

 

GORDON

Let’s roll, then.

 

FADE OUT

 

FADE IN:

EXT. DUKES STREETS

 

They take Gordon’s red Schafter parked in the driveway. Wilbert drives.

 

Go to the hardware store.

 

GORDON

Take us to that hardware store on Dillon Street.

 

WILBERT
You know, I haven’t played poker in a while. This game legit?

 

GORDON
f*ck no. Some Albanians run it—small time guys, but they got cash. Main guy’s name is Arti or some sh*t.

 

WILBERT
( snorts )
Jeez, them Albanians are everywhere. Bohan, Hove Beach. They don’t f*ck around.

 

GORDON
Yeah, well, this is just a friendly card game. Don’t need them tryin’ a’ break our legs thinkin’ we’re in cahoots.

 

WILBERT
You know I play for keeps, Gordo.

 

GORDON

Yeah, and I need some f*ckin’ dough. You better believe I ain’t splittin’ sh*t.

 

WILBERT

What if you lose it all? You gonna pawn your keepsake necklace or what?

 

GORDON

f*ck that. I’ll just tell Volpe to eat sh*t, and hideout in Bohan. Somethin’ like you did.

 

WILBERT

( laughs )

I’m sure I can put in a good word with Helmut—get you some work not kissing Packie’s ass.

 

GORDON

That German guy? He’s a f*ckin’ creep. I’ll pass on that offer, buddy. 

 

EXT. SCHOTTLER - DISCOUNT HARDWARE

 

They park outside the abandoned hardware store.

 

GORDON

There it is. Let’s bleed these bastards dry.

 

INT. GAMBLING DEN

 

They get out of the car and walk inside the gambling den. The interior is dim—a fluorescent light dangles from the ceiling over a makeshift poker table. A few ALBANIAN GANGSTERS lounge around—the air thick with cigarette smoke and muffled Albanian chatter.

 

At the table: a STREET PUNK (20s, lean, focused), a TRUCKER (40s, obese, cocky), and ROMAN BELLIC (30s, pudgy, anxious). Roman’s almost out, clutching his cards like a lifeline. Wilbert and Gordon barge in.

 

WILBERT

Alright, jerks. Deal us in.

 

GORDON

We’re here to take ya cash AND ya dignity.

 

Wilbert slides into a chair across from the punk. He tosses a crumpled wad of bills onto the table—his buy-in. His eyes scan the room for trouble.

 

WILBERT

So, the river. Who’s got what?

 

The punk has the most chips but had already folded this hand. The trucker just raised the bet. For Roman to call, he has to go all-in.

 

On the table: six of diamonds, two of hearts, jack of clubs, nine of diamonds, queen of diamonds.

 

ROMAN

You f*cked up, my friend!

 

Roman calls and shows a king and a ten, in hearts. He has a straight.

 

TRUCKER

( chuckles )

Read it and weep. Fat boy.

 

The trucker shows a seven and a three, in diamonds. He wins with a flush. Roman’s face falls.

 

ROMAN

No, this can’t be. You-you cheated!

 

ARTI (40s, hawkish) yells from across the room.

 

ARTI

You’re out, Bellic!

 

ROMAN

( nervous laugh )

Well, I guess that’ll be it for me today. I’ll be back tomorrow, gentlemen!

 

Roman scurries out of the building. Gordon plops down in his place, slapping some cash down and cracking a Blarneys Stout open.

 

GORDON

Thanks for keeping it warm, tubby.

 

ARTI

( snickers )

Man bust quicker than virgin on prom night.

 

Laughter from everyone engulfs the room—everyone except that street punk, who is already dealing out the next set of cards. Gordon takes a swig of beer and picks up his cards.

 

GORDON

Let’s play, boys.

 

(In-game tutorial on how to play Texas hold 'em poker)

 

Wilbert and the others will comment during the game depending on certain actions. You will play poker until you win a hand. Upon winning, Wilbert gloats.

 

WILBERT

Well, look at that.

 

GORDON

Lucky f*ck.

 

TRUCKER

Alright, I had my fun. I’m cashing out while the getting’s good.

 

The trucker lumbers off. Street punk hasn’t said a word all game, eyes on his cards.

 

GORDON

And then there were three.

 

WILBERT

( scoffs )

You mean two men and a little bitch.

 

Gordon smirks; the “bitch” obviously being that street punk.

 

WILBERT (CONT’D)

No, seriously, this f*ckin’ pussy too scared to talk?

 

GORDON

Or he takes himself too seriously. ( turns to the punk ) Ease up, boy.

 

STREET PUNK

( whiny )

Take it easy, guys. I’m just focused on the game.

 

The game continues. The next hand is scripted for the punk to win. Upon losing, Wilbert escalates.

 

WILBERT

The f*ck is this sh*t? You cheatin’?

 

STREET PUNK

( smug )

Don’t cry now. I’m just better.

 

WILBERT

f*ck that. Get up.

 

Wilbert stands, halting the game. The gangsters hush. The punk instinctively puts his hands up, revealing a card hidden up his sleeve. Gordon notices and points it out.

 

GORDON

( slaps the table ) Guy IS a f*ckin’ cheat!

 

Arti stands up. The punk freezes, his card fluttering to the floor. Gordon cracks his knuckles, grinning like a hyena spotting prey.

 

ARTI

( stepping forward )

What’s this, huh? You think you pull that sh*t in my game?

 

STREET PUNK

( stammering )

I-I didn’t—look, Arti, I—

 

Wilbert lunges, grabbing the punk by the collar and yanking him out of the chair. He stumbles, arms flailing. The goons murmur, some reaching for concealed weapons, but Arti raises a hand, stopping them.

 

ARTI

( to Wilbert )

Easy, big man. He’s my problem.

 

Wilbert shoves the punk toward Arti—the goons catch him. Arti looms over the punk, who’s now on his knees, pleading.

 

STREET PUNK

Arti, come on, I swear I’ll make it right! Take my bike outside—

 

ARTI

( kicks him in the ribs )

Shut your mouth, you f*ck. You think you can steal from me?

 

The punk wheezes, curling into a ball. Wilbert steps back, wiping his hands on his pants, unfazed. Gordon chuckles at the whole situation.

 

ARTI

( turns to Wilbert and Gordon )

You two. Game’s over. Take your winnings and get out.

 

Wilbert scoops his cash and chips, eyeing Arti with a mix of defiance and amusement. Gordon grabs his cash, finishing his beer in one gulp before tossing the bottle into a corner. It shatters, drawing a glare from one of the gangsters.

 

GORDON

( mock salute )

Been real, gents.

 

Wilbert nods at Arti, and makes for the exit with Gordon. The punk’s groans echo behind them as Arti barks orders in Albanian.

 

ARTI

( muffled, increasingly faint )

Lëndoje atë, por mos e vrit. Kur të keni mbaruar, hidheni atë nga dera e pasme. Mos e lini të kthehet këtu.

Hurt him, but don't kill him. When you're done, throw him out the back door. Don't let him come back here.

 

EXT. SCHOTTLER - DISCOUNT HARDWARE

 

WILBERT

Hey, Gordo. You see that bike?

 

He points to a black sh*tzu Shinigami in the alley.

 

WILBERT (CONT’D)

That’s that punk’s. You think those Albanians’ll mind if I take compensation?

 

GORDON

( shrugs )

Your funeral, man.

 

Wilbert grins, rubbing his hands together. Gordon’s phone buzzes.

 

GORDON (CONT’D)

( tenses )

f*ck me. It’s Volpe. I gotta take this. Listen, Willy, wouldja stop by my place later? I might need some help.

 

WILBERT

Yeah. I’ll bail you out. But you’ll owe me.

 

GORDON

It’s been grand. I’ll see ya ‘round.

 

They dap and go their separate ways. Wilbert gets on the punk’s Shinigami and steals it.

 

Leave the area.

 

Mission Passed

 

Come back to the gambling den later to play poker. Buy-ins are $100.

Edited March 20 by donnits

[universetwisters]

Did you just add pics of the clothing to OP or am I late to the party? It's looking great either way!

[donnits]

TOYS

 

FADE IN:

INT. HELMUT’S APARTMENT

 

Helmut paces restlessly across his well-kept apartment. A few empty beer bottles bask in the glow of a lamp on the coffee table. He presses a telephone to his ear, his free hand clamped on the back of his neck.

 

HELMUT

( on phone, voice strained )

Ich weiß, du denkst, ich bin abgehauen, aber ich krieg bald echtes Geld. Eenug, um eine Familie zu versorgen. Es hat zu lange gedauert—

I know you think I've run away, but I'm about to get some real money. Enough to support a family. It's taken too long—

 

The front door creaks open. Helmut lowers the phone for a moment, then continues.

 

HELMUT (CONT’D)

Verzeih mir. Ruf mich zurück.

Forgive me. Call me back.

 

He ends the call as Wilbert approaches him.

 

WILBERT

Hey, man.

 

HELMUT

Willy, hey. All’s well?

 

They fist-bump.

 

WILBERT

Better than you, I take it. Who was that?

 

HELMUT

Ach, nichts—some bills. Anyway, I got the cash from that Bucky job. A bit less than expected, but he’s got more lined up.

 

Helmut sits down on the couch, while Wilbert leans on coffee table.

 

WILBERT

( crossing arms )

So he’s jerkin’ us around?

 

HELMUT

Nein, nein. Stick with this—we’re building something here.

 

WILBERT

I’m in. Just don’t want us gettin’ played, bro.

 

Helmut jolts back up from the couch and steps closer toward Wilbert.

 

HELMUT

It’s a process. Listen, can you do something for me? I’d handle it myself, but I’m working things out with some old business partners.

 

WILBERT

Name it.

 

HELMUT

There’s these Chinese loudmouths who’ve been stirring sh*t up lately. I scoped them out—they have this car. Custom import, probably not street-legal. I figured we’d relieve them of their little contraband.

 

Wilbert smirks and lets out a single chuckle.

 

HELMUT ( CONT'D )

There’s this guy in Broker. Name’s Jermaine Andrews—ran with some of the hustlers down there. We’re putting together a racket—I get the cars, he chops ‘em. He has contacts in the shipping ports and I have some old friends in Hamburg.

 

WILBERT

Sounds like a plan I could ride with.

 

Helmut hands Wilbert a crowbar.

 

HELMUT

The car’s in an alley off Wong Way in Chinatown. Sneak in and jimmy the lock, but try to keep it under wraps. We don’t want it coming back to us.

 

WILBERT

( looking at crowbar, twirling it )

Sure, I’ll play nice.

 

HELMUT

Take it to the spray shop by Outlook Park. Me and Jermaine’ll be there.

 

Wilbert nods and steps out, the door closing behind him. Helmut stares, lingering for a bit, then snatches the phone again.

 

FADE OUT

 

FADE IN:

EXT. ALGONQUIN STREETS

 

Go to Chinatown.

 

CUT TO:

EXT. ALLEY - CHINATOWN

 

A custom blue and silver ELEGY gleams under a rusted fire escape in a dumpster alley, surrounded by empty crates and cardboard boxes. There’s rumbling of construction work nearby. Wilbert swaggers in, casually looking over his shoulder, then jams the crowbar into the car door’s lock. A cellar door is open behind him, where two TRIADS emerge.

 

TRIAD #1

( Chinese accent )

That white boy steals the car.

 

The car lock pops.

 

TRIAD #2

( Chinese accent )

We see you, fool!

 

WILBERT

Oh sh*t. Uhh—you guys speak English?

 

TRIAD #1

( brandishing knife )

No, we f*ck you up now!

 

Take out the triads.

 

Once they’re taken out, six more triads spill from the alley with guns drawn, erupting in a shootout. Wilbert takes the car once all of them are dead.

 

Get in the Elegy.

 

The triads give chase in an INTRUDER, followed by more in a FEROCI, both with shooters leaning out the windows. They must be taken out before the car can be delivered.

 

Bring the car to Gibson Street.

 

CUT TO:

EXT. NATIVE AMERICAN ENGINES - BROKER

 

The Elegy rolls into the lot, where Helmut is waiting by the garage door. Wilbert parks and walks out, the crowbar resting on his shoulder.

 

HELMUT
sh*t, Willy. What happened to keeping it quiet?

 

WILBERT

( dropping the crowbar )
Yeah, well, it turns out I’m not exactly built for this ninja sh*t. Those triads clocked me instantly. Barely got out with the wheels.

 

JERMAINE ANDREWS (30s, cool, cautious) steps out from behind the building, cell phone in hand.

 

JERMAINE
( eyes locked on his phone )

Stirred up the hive, huh? Hope you shook ‘em.

 

Jermaine looks away from his phone and greets Wilbert with an upward nod.

 

WILBERT

Trust me, they’re not gonna show up. Jermaine, is it?

 

Jermaine gives Wilbert a dap.

 

JERMAINE
Jermaine Andrews.

 

WILBERT

Wilbert Wetterer. People call me Willy.

 

JERMAINE

I hear that.

 

HELMUT

Good, we’re all acquainted now.

( looking at the Elegy )
This baby’s headed for Europe. We’re gonna strip it down tonight.

 

JERMAINE

( nodding )

New VIN, plates, all that sh*t.

 

HELMUT

( patting Wilbert on the shoulder )

This is just the start.

 

JERMAINE

Ports are clear—clock’s tickin’, though. Triads gotta be sniffin’ around.

 

WILBERT

Well, I’ve kept my end of the deal. I’m gonna leave the logistics up to you guys.

 

HELMUT

Danke, Willy. Call me later, we’ll hang out.

 

WILBERT

Yeah, it’s been a minute. Later, Jermaine.

 

JERMAINE

Take it easy, a’ight?

( to Helmut )

Let’s get to work.

 

Jermaine and Helmut roll the car into the garage. Wilbert throws a nonchalant wave over his shoulder and walks away.

 

Mission Passed

+$500

 

***

 

Sometime later, an unknown number calls Wilbert’s cell phone. He answers it.

 

WILBERT
Who’s this?

 

ROD HARDMAN (V.O.)
( raspy, hoarse )
A “hello” would be better, Willy. Guess who’s a free man? Two years in that sh*thole, I’m finally out.

 

WILBERT

Rod, you crazy bastard! It’s about f*ckin’ time. How’s the fresh air feel?

 

ROD HARDMAN (V.O.)
Like a kick in the teeth. Everything’s too damn loud out here. But listen, I ain’t callin’ to shoot the sh*t. I need a favor. You owe me, Willy.

 

WILBERT

I figured you’d still be pissed.

 

ROD HARDMAN (V.O.)
I took the fall for your f*ck up—of course I’m pissed. But hey, it’s water under the bridge.

 

WILBERT

You know what? I’ll give you a break. For old-time’s sake.

 

ROD HARDMAN (V.O.)
That’s the spirit. I’m staying at a buddy’s place in the Greg Johnson projects in Northwood. Come see me.

 

Call ended.

Edited April 5 by donnits

[donnits]

Sometime after ANTE UP, Wilbert gets a call on his cell, the phone screen reading PACKIE. He answers it.

 

WILBERT
Well, if isn’t the prodigal son. What do you want?

 

PACKIE MCREARY (V.O.)
What kind of a f*ckin’ greeting is that for your old pal?

 

WILBERT

We were pals? I thought I was just some kid you strung along.

 

PACKIE MCREARY (V.O.)

If you’re gonna be a bitch about this, I’ll get someone else to watch my back in Bohan.

 

WILBERT

What’re you doin’ in Bohan?

 

PACKIE MCREARY (V.O.)

Little shopping trip. I got in touch with some guys for a good price.

 

WILBERT

So, you want me coming along with you on a drug deal?

 

PACKIE MCREARY (V.O.)

I figured you might miss me. f*ck it, I’ll get someone else.

 

WILBERT

No, I’ll help. But I ain’t doin’ it for free.

 

 PACKIE MCREARY (V.O.)

We’ll share a few lines then. Come here, I’m outside Elizabeta’s. You being the bad boy of Bohan now, I’m sure you know where that is.

 

WILBERT

Elizabeta Torres? sh*t.

 

The call ends, and the mission starts.

 

SHAMROCK SHENANIGANS

 

Go to Packie.

 

CUT TO:

EXT.  PARKING LOT - SOUTH BOHAN PROJECTS

 

Packie waits in the parking lot of South Bohan’s notorious housing projects, leaning against the driver’s side fender on his ORACLE. Wilbert approaches.

 

PACKIE

( tossing arms up )

Willy! How goes it, huh?

 

WILBERT

( nervous, faint grin )

Hey, Packie. I gotta say, I’m surprised you called.

 

PACKIE

( snapping upright )

You ready, man? I just talked this over with Liz. She got a guy to watch over this deal for us. 

 

WILBERT

( testy )

Whaddaya need me for then?

 

PACKIE

To loom, you big bastard. Look scary. Hop in.

 

He hops into the driver’s seat. Wilbert slides in beside him.

 

WILBERT

( dry )

I think anyone would do standing next to your tiny ass.

 

PACKIE

( aloof )

I knew you were in the area.

 

They peel out toward Joliet Street.

 

PACKIE (CONT’D)

Listen up—I stashed a rifle on the roof of the place next door. The meeting’s over on Joilet Street.

 

WILBERT

( snickers )

It’s JOLIET Street, bro.

 

PACKIE

Yeah, and it could be “Toilet Street” for all I care. Bohan is a dump, Willy. Why the f*ck did you move out here anyway?

 

WILBERT

It’s cheap, I guess.

 

PACKIE

You couldn’t pay me to live here. Looking over my shoulder all the time? f*ck that.

 

WILBERT

I think I’d be looking over my shoulder back in Dukes anyway. Ain’t that right, Packie?

 

PACKIE

Oh, shut the f*ck up. Have you forgotten, YOU’RE the one who thought it was smart to talk sh*t to Gerry’s face? He’d beat the sh*t out of me for lookin’ at him funny—you’re lucky he didn’t KILL you.

 

WILBERT

( scoffs )

He doesn’t scare me.

 

PACKIE

He should. And you should swallow that pride of yours, Willy. I’m throwing you a bone here, but you seem to ’ve been stewing in hatred all this time.

 

WILBERT

It's not like that.

 

PACKIE

Here’s some advice: don’t be this pissy in front of the guys we’re dealing with.

( chuckles )

Wouldn’t want you to f*ck this up too.

 

WILBERT

( half-laughing )

f*ck yourself.

 

EXT. SOUTH BOHAN - JOLIET STREET

 

They park up outside an alley where the meeting is taking place. Wilbert and Packie walk toward the camera as it remains still until exiting frame, shifting focus to the sniper on the rooftop. Cut to THE DEALERS—Spanish Lords.

 

DEALER
( casual )
Ey, amigos. You got my money or what? Been waiting long enough.

 

PACKIE
You got the goods?

 

DEALER

( nodding back )

In that van. Primo stuff. Now where’s the cash? I ain’t got all day.

 

WILBERT

What’s it doing there? The deal’s here, ain’t it?

 

DEALER
( edgy )

Comedian, huh? I don’t got time for your mouth. Cash. Now.

 

PACKIE

( laughing )

sh*t, it’s in the car back there—gimme a sec.

 

DEALER
Puta madre! Skip the bullsh*t—give it up, or we’ll take it off your mick corpses!

 

He draws an SMG from his jacket, aiming it at Packie. His crew follows suit—knives flash, guns cock.

 

DEALER (CONT'D)
( snarling )
Move!

 

A crack cuts the air—the dealer’s head snaps back, a mist of blood lingering in the air as he crumbles. NIKO BELLIC, unseen on the rooftop, picks off the Spanish Lords with relentless precision. Wilbert runs for cover.

 

WILBERT

( yelling )
Guess that’s your guy, Packie!

 

Wilbert takes cover behind a pillar inside the loading bay of a dry cleaners. Two Spanish Lords fire at him from the other side.

 

Take out the attackers.

 

Back in the alley, Packie’s pinned behind an electrical box when one of the guys rushes him with a knife.

 

PACKIE
( yelling )
Willy, little help here!

 

Wilbert aims his gun, lining up the shot, but before he’s able to pull the trigger, another sniper round rips through the Lord’s skull. Niko again, cool and precise.

 

PACKIE
( breathless )
f*ck, man! He’s a f*ckin’ machine—guardian angel!

 

WILBERT
( flat )
No doubt. Let’s split before backup gets here.

 

They sprint to the Oracle, tires squealing as Packie floors it toward the Burger Shot on the edge of Bohan.

 

PACKIE

Holy sh*t, man. That was almost it for ol' Packie back there. You're lucky too, Niko was only paid to watch out for me.

 

WILBERT

I don't need anyone saving my ass.

 

EXT. NORTHWOOD HEIGHTS BRIDGE ONTO GRAND BOULEVARD

 

A red CAVALCADE and PRIMO blast out from the bridge exit, forcing Packie to make go right onto Grand Boulevard. Spanish Lords hang out the windows, guns blazing. Wilbert trades gunfire of his own.

 

Take out the attackers.

Spoiler

 

PACKIE
( snarling )
These pricks don’t quit! sh*t, I wish we had Niko in here with us.

 

WILBERT

Let me drive then, I'll ditch ‘em real quick.

 

EXT. ELBOW STREET UNDERPASS - GRAND BOULEVARD

 

Spanish Lords post up on the Elbow Street overpass with Assault Rifles, raining fire down from up high. Packie briefly loses control of the wheel after one of them lands a shot and pops the car’s tire.

 

WILBERT

( skidding )
Damn!

 

PACKIE

( shouting )

Shoot those assholes on the bridge, you idiot!

 

A gold SERRANO and BANSHEE give chase as well—guy riding shotgun in the convertible fires an Assault Rifle.

 

EXT. GREEN AVENUE UNDERPASS - GRAND BOULEVARD

 

Now a motorcycle joins the chaos, jumping off the broken part of the Greene Avenue overpass. It slams down onto the subway tunnel entrance before swerving in front of Packie’s car. The rider, ALFONSO SANTAMARÍA—a stranger to both Wilbert and Packie—with a GOON perched on the back of his bike firing an SMG. Sirens wail as cops enter the pursuit, alerted after Packie zooms past the Northern Gardens Police Station.

 

PACKIE

( panicked )

sh*t, Willy, take out the bastards in front of us!

 

Wilbert must quickly take out the gunner on the back before he’s able to kill Packie.

 

EXT. NORTHERN GARDENS - LEAVENWORTH AVENUE

 

The gunner is killed, falling lifelessly from the bike, hitting the pavement like a ragdoll. Alfonso’s motorcycle fishtails, but he muscles it back into line, slotting in right behind Packie and firing off some pot shots. At the Worm Street intersection, he narrowly avoids crashing—ditching the bike in a death-defying leap. He lands on Packie’s rear window and rolls, clutching the trunk, legs flailing as the car drags him along. Wilbert shoots and Alfonso slips, tumbling across the asphalt in a bloody heap. Ahead, flashing lights and sirens signal a police roadblock. With no way through, Packie yanks the wheel, veering onto the unfinished expressway.

 

EXT. NORTHERN EXPRESSWAY - UNFINISHED SECTION

 

WILBERT

( grim )
Packie, this road’s a dead end. What the hell are you doing!?

 

PACKIE
( frantic )
There's no other options!

 

The Oracle barrels forward. They hit a small ramp—airborne for a second—then a bigger one. Time slows; the car soars. Packie whoops, Wilbert hollers. They slam down on the other side, suspension shot, engine smoking.

 

EXT. CHASE POINT - SPIN STREET - MOMENTS LATER

 

The Oracle rolls to a screeching halt near a weathered basketball court, smoke curling from the hood. The air hangs—no sirens, no Spanish Lords.

 

PACKIE

( wary )
Hold on. I think I lost ’em.

 

WILBERT

( panting )
It’s a miracle. We’re not pancaked, you didn’t kill us. f*ckin' miracle.

 

PACKIE

No coke, though. f*ck! At least Niko mopped the floor with those assholes.

 

WILBERT

( bitter )

I saved your ass too, you know.

 

PACKIE

( grinning )

Oh, is that jealousy I smell? Or is that just your pussy?

 

WILBERT

Shut up. sh*t—we should split up.

 

PACKIE

I could score some blow somewhere else. You sure you don’t want a few bumps? You earned it.

 

WILBERT

My heart is STILL pounding. Another time. And next time, Packie, I'm f*ckin' driving!

 

PACKIE

It was a hell of a ride, Willy. You know, we could still use you. I’m sure Gerry doesn’t care anymore—probably doesn’t even remember.

 

WILBERT

( shrugging )

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let me think about it.

 

PACKIE

Later, boyo.

 

They split off—Wilbert toward the court, Packie into the alley. The sound of distant sirens echoes as the camera pulls upward.

 

Mission Passed

+$200

Edited April 5 by donnits

[BrynnaDaRosa]

These missions have been amazing i've loved them ALL so far but this one is TRULY FANTASTIC AAAUUUGHHHHH 

and i swear, this isn't the Packie bias talking either! It's like the greatest execution/fleshing out of an existing mission i've ever seen it's so seamless and the dialogue is SO PERFECT

[Itchy623]

The mission and connections made in Shamrock Shenanigans is absolutely amazing. Just imagining the cutscenes and moments in its HD game form, is really the most satisfying part about all this for me lol

 

Great job! Hope to see more of the missions as this story develops soon.

[donnits]

ADDICTS ANONYMOUS

 

FADE IN:

INT. CRACK HOUSE - LIVING ROOM

 

The place is a hellhole. Walls shed paint like dead skin, mold festers on splintered wood. Acrid smoke fills the room. Drug paraphernalia litters every surface, mingling with piss-soaked cushions and rancid food. A couple junkies lay out in a numbed stupor, limbs limp and eyes dazed. ROD HARDMAN (20s, haggard, a loose cannon) slumps in a tattered armchair, head propped in his hand, foot tapping the floor. A tattoo of an iron cross peeks out from his collar, fresh from prison. On the busted coffee table, a baggie of meth sits amid crusty plates and skittering cockroaches. He flashes Wilbert a grin, teeth jagged and yellow.

 

ROD

( raspy )

C’mere, Willy. Let’s talk business.

 

WILBERT

( sarcastic )

Rod, man, wow. You look great.

 

ROD

( deadpan )

Charmer.

 

Rod hauls himself up. Wilbert eyes the new tattoo.

 

WILBERT

New friends? Didn’t peg you for their type.

 

ROD

( shrugs )

Prison politics. I’m their guy out here now.

 

WILBERT

( squinting )

But aren’t you Jewish?

 

ROD

( annoyed )

You serious? Those guys don’t give a sh*t about bar mitzvahs. Now, Willy—business.

 

WILBERT

( leans in )

All ears.

 

ROD

Ashley Butler—used up biker slut. Owes some friends of mine a couple G’s. We’re gonna snatch her.

 

WILBERT

( startled back )

Kidnapping?

 

Rod grabs the meth baggie on the coffee table and raises it.

 

ROD

( dangling baggie )

She’s a tweaker. I’ll dangle this in front of her face, and she’ll follow me like a dog.

 

WILBERT

( hands on waist )

Well, where is she?

 

ROD

She’s been seen seen at that porno shop around the block from here. We’ll go there and scope it out.

 

He tucks the baggie into his chest pocket and lights up a cigarette.

 

WILBERT

And what’s the plan once we have her?

 

ROD

( takes a drag )

To tell you the truth, she’s really just bait.

( exhales smoke )

Word is she’s Billy Grey’s old lady now. That’s the PRESIDENT of the Lost biker gang. We take her, they’ll pay us what’s owed.

 

WILBERT

( hands up )

Woah, woah, wait. You really wanna mess with those crazy motherf*ckers?

 

ROD

( scoffs )

They’re a bunch of pussies, man. The media spins that sh*t—gets the housewives all scared. It’s about getting clicks. Pure bullsh*t.

 

WILBERT

( nervously )

They broke some guy’s face in Bohan the other day—mangled him. It was ugly.

 

ROD

Yeah, then they wasted a bunch of Angels of Death. That’s why we’re doing this. Them boys inside are close with the AOD. We’re doin’ them a favor by doin’ the AOD a favor.

 

WILBERT

( rubbing the side of his neck )

Whatever you say. But, if I do this, we’re even, right?

 

ROD

( grinning )
Even-steven. Plus, you’re getting paid—it’s a win-win.

 

Wilbert hesitates, eyes darting back and forth. Then he smirks.

 

WILBERT

f*ck it. Let’s roll.

 

ROD

( claps once, relieved )

That’s my boy.

 

Rod flicks his cigarette on the rotted floor and grinds it under his boot, following Wilbert out the door.

 

FADE OUT

 

FADE IN:

EXT. GOVERNOR GREG JOHNSON PROJECTS

 

ROD

My buddy left us his van. You drive.

 

Get in the van.

 

They take the BURRITO parked down the street.

 

Go to the sex shop on Frankfort Avenue.

 

 

ROD

Alright, big man, the porn spot is down the street.

 

WILBERT

 Say we take this Ashley girl. What’s stopping the whole MC from coming down on you guys?

 

ROD

She might be Billy’s old lady right now, but them bikers pass all their girls around. She used to be with Johnny Klebitz, you know, the VP of the club? My f*ckin’ cousin! Anyway—she’s just a whore, she ain’t worth a showdown over.

 

WILBERT

I just hope you have a plan if this blows up in your face.

 

ROD

Hey, it’s my guys that’ll be babysitting the bitch. You can take watch if you’re so concerned.

 

WILBERT

( snickers )

I’m all good.

 

They pull up outside the sex shop, its pink and red sign buzzing: XXX VIDEOS & DVDS XXX.

 

EXT. NORTH HOLLAND - SEX SHOP

 

ROD

I’ll go grill the guy inside, see if she’s been around. You be on the lookout.

 

Rod hops out, cell phone in hand, and walks toward the shop. Seconds later, Wilbert’s phone beeps with a message from Rod. Picture attached: ASHLEY BUTLER, sunken eyes and pale skin ridden with meth sores and smudged makeup.

 

WILBERT

( to himself, looking at phone screen )

Yeesh.

 

Remain stationary in the van.

 

After a few moments pass, Rod calls.

 

ROD (V.O.)

Get in here, Willy!

 

Before Wilbert can reply, the call cuts off. He steps out of the van and goes inside.

 

Enter the shop.

 

INT. SEX SHOP

 

The shop’s a dimly lit cave of lewd pin-up posters, TVs looping cheap pornography, and shelves packed with sex toys. The register’s empty, but rustling is heard in the backroom. Wilbert steps in to find Rod pinning the CLERK (40s, greasy, a true sleaze) against the ground—arm twisted behind his back, a pink dildo shoved down his throat.

 

WILBERT

What the f*ck is going on?

 

ROD

Slob wasn’t answering me.

( to clerk, clenching jaw )

Now—was—that—girl—here!?

 

The clerk squirms, grunts muffled by the sex toy doubling as a gag. Wilbert breaks down in a fit of laughter.

 

WILBERT

( laughing )

His mouth’s full, genius! He can’t say sh*t.

 

Rod yanks the dildo out, tossing it toward Wilbert who flinches away from it. The clerk gasps for air.

 

CLERK

( wheezing )

Holy sh*t—oh f*ck. You didn’t let me talk! Bastard—what the hell is wrong—

 

Rod backhands him.

 

CLERK (CONT’D)

( shaken )

f*ck! Listen to me. She was here. You didn’t let me finish! She left with her old man, something about the movies. Now please—

 

Rod frees the clerk and stands back up.

 

ROD

( feigning remorse )

That’s all you had to say.

 

WILBERT

( facetious )

Yeah, thanks, man!

 

Wilbert picks the dildo up and beams it at the clerk’s stomach. He wipes his hands on his pants and runs outside after Rod.

 

CLERK

( blustering )

And don’t come back, you perverts!

 

EXT. NORTH HOLLAND

 

Get in the van.

 

Wilbert gets back behind the steering wheel, Rod already waiting in the passenger’s seat.

 

Go to the cinema on Exeter Avenue.

 

ROD

They gotta be at the theater on Exeter and V. Let’s go.

 

WILBERT

Was the dildo stuff REALLY necessary?

 

ROD

Hey, you threw it at him.

 

WILBERT

( chuckles )

Oh yeah.

 

ROD

Asshole was mouthing off, had to put him in his place. He’s lucky I didn’t shove it up his ass.

 

WILBERT

Now, that would’ve been too far.

 

EXT. EAST HOLLAND - CINEMA

 

They stop the van across the street from where a black REVENANT is parked. ASHLEY BUTLER (20s, scraggy, lethargic) stumbles out of the cinema, followed by BILLY GREY (40s, grizzly, malevolent).

 

BILLY GREY

( flippant )

I dunno what was worse, the movie or your blowjob during that dragon orgy scene. f*ckin’ awful!

 

ASHLEY

( slurring )

Just take me home, babe. I gotta crash.

 

Billy casually mounts the Revenant as Ashley wobbles onto the back.

 

ROD

( shook )

Hold up. That’s Billy Grey.

 

WILBERT

He’s alone, let’s bum rush ‘em.

 

ROD
No, you idiot, we don’t wanna f*ck with HIM. We just want Ashley.

 

Billy peels out with Ashley clinging on.

 

ROD (CONT'D)

They’re moving. Follow them—don’t let ‘em spot us.

 

Billy drops the hammer, Ashley too f*cked up to notice—or care.

 

Follow Billy Grey. Keep up, but don’t let him know you’re following him.

Spoiler

 

EXT. TOPAZ STREET ONTO HICKEY BRIDGE

 

WILBERT

Keepin’ up with that bike in this heap is a pain in the ass.

 

ROD

( snapping )

Quit bitching and drive.

 

WILBERT

Ease up, dude. I didn’t say I couldn’t do it. You should see the sh*t I’ve been up to with Helmut.

 

ROD

You still hang out with that guy?

 

WILBERT

Definitely. He’s been making connections—setting up real opportunities.

 

ROD

I bet he’s still got that stick up his ass.

 

WILBERT

He doesn’t take anyone’s sh*t, that’s for sure.

 

ROD

He can dish it out, though. Must be a German thing.

 

WILBERT

Give him a call. You can tell him about your new buddies.

 

EXT. ALDERNEY CITY STREETS

 

ROD

( tense )

We’re in Lost country now.

 

WILBERT

You wanna call this off?

 

ROD

( offended )

f*ck no. While I was in the can, you and H set sh*t up for yourselves. Talk about opportunities—connections? Well, I made my own. This is what I got.

 

WILBERT

There’s still a spot for you in our operation. Same as before, bro.

 

ROD

I think I’m beyond carjacking and B&Es at this point, Willy.

 

WILBERT

You make it sound small-time. H got me smuggling cars in and out of the country, doin’ favors for some big-time players.

 

ROD

( cold )

You smuggle cars—I smuggle people.

 

WILBERT

You practice that line in the mirror? We’re all just trying to make paper, man.

 

ROD

We’ll make off pretty well once we nab this bitch.

 

EXT. BERCHEM - BABBAGE DRIVE

 

Billy comes to a stop outside Ashley’s apartment.

 

Pull up behind them.

 

BILLY GREY

Now, you let me know if Johnny calls, you hear?

 

ASHLEY

( drowsy )

Sure thing, Bill. See ya, sugar.

 

Billy rides off, leaving Ashley alone outside her door.

 

ROD

This is our chance.

 

Rod jumps out of the van, meth baggie tucked in his pocket. Wilbert stays behind the wheel, watching Ashley fumble with her keys at her apartment door.

 

ROD

( sly )

Watch and learn.

 

WILBERT

( enthusiastic )
Sweep her off her feet, Rod.

 

Rod lets out a mischievous cackle and strolls toward Ashley. She drops her keys, cursing under her breath, not noticing him until he’s right behind her.

 

ROD

( smooth )

Yo, Ashley, right? Damn, you look like you could use a pick-me-up.

 

Ashley’s whole body jolts, one hand bracing herself against the door.

 

ASHLEY

( startled )

What the—who are you? I don’t know you.

 

ROD

( leaning in )

Oh, my bad, girl. Didn’t mean to startle you. The name’s Rod—heard you’re the life of a party. Me and my buddy got one going. You wanna join?

 

Rod eases the meth baggie from his pocket, just enough to catch her attention. Ashley’s eyes snap to it, suspicion dissolving as Rod dangles the bait. She steps closer, hooked.

 

ASHLEY

I feel like death. Any stuff to keep me up?

 

ROD

( patting his pocket )

Oh, we got plenty. C’mon, the van’s right there. Let’s get lit, babe.

 

Ashley hesitates, glancing at the van, then to her door, then back at Rod. The promise of a high wins out. She shuffles toward him with a loose smile.

 

ASHLEY

( mumbling )

Beats crashin’ alone.

 

Rod gestures to the van, and Ashley stumbles over, climbing into the back without a second thought. Rod slides the door open and sits next to her. Wilbert plays along.

 

WILBERT

Hop in, girl. We're gonna have a wild night.

 

Ashley giggles faintly. Rod shuts the back doors.

 

WILBERT

( under his breath )

Too damn easy.

 

Wilbert starts the engine, and the van pulls away, Ashley oblivious to her kidnapping.

 

Take Ashley to the safehouse.

 

EXT. ALDERNEY CITY STREETS

 

The van rumbles through Alderney, with Ashley in the back, riding the high of anticipation.

 

ROD
( deviously )

We got a big night ahead, Ashley. Excited?

 

ASHLEY

( giggles )

You guys are funny. Where’s the party?

 

WILBERT

( vague )

Not far. Real chill spot. You’ll love it.

 

ROD

We’re gonna get f*cked up, girl.

 

EXT. HICKEY BRIDGE

 

The van crosses into Algonquin. Ashley shifts in the back, peering out the window as the city’s skyline looms, the fog in her head clearing enough to spark doubt.

 

ASHLEY

( suspicious )

You sure this is the way? Where are we?

 

ROD

( smooth )

Relax, girl. Party’s at my place.

 

ASHLEY

( panicked )
Where—Northwood? What’s going on?

 

Ashley scrambles, banging on the van’s doors.

 

ASHLEY (CONT’D)

Stop the f*ckin’ van! Let me out!

 

ROD

( cold )

Sit your ass down, Ashley. You’re not going anywhere.

 

ASHLEY

( furious )

You’re kidnapping me? My boyfriend’s gonna kill you guys!

 

ROD

( laughs )

Billy ain’t here, sweetheart.

 

WILBERT

Take it easy back there, you two!

 

ROD

Just play nice, and you’ll get your fix.

 

ASHLEY

f*ck this sh*t.

 

If the van stops, Ashley will jump out.

 

Spoiler

ASHLEY

Buh-bye, buzzkills!

 

ROD

You asshole, you didn’t lock the doors! Get her!

 

WILBERT

Why didn't you? Dickhead!

 

Threaten Ashley but do not kill her.

 

Ashley will only stumble around in her drugged-up state. Wilbert threatens her to get her back in the van.

 

WILBERT

You want the crystal or not? Get back in the van, bitch!

 

ASHLEY

( crying )

Wait until I tell my Johnny about this.

 

Wilbert forces her back into the van next to Rod in the back.

 

ROD

Now lock it this time. Jesus!

 

Take Ashley to the safehouse.

 

EXT. GOVERNOR GREG JOHNSON PROJECTS

 

Wilbert parks the van where they had picked it up earlier. A couple of SKINHEADS approach.

 

ROD

Okay, Willy. I’ll take it from here.

 

WILBERT

These your guys?

 

ROD

They’re the babysitters, alright. You sure you don’t wanna keep an eye on this bitch?

 

ASHLEY

( butting in, sharp )

f*ck you!

 

WILBERT

I think I’ve done enough for the day.

 

ROD

Fine—here’s what I owe you. I’ll let you know when these bastards pay up.

 

WILBERT

An honest day’s pay, huh? See ya 'round, Rod.

 

Rod pushes Ashley out of the van, and he and his skinhead crew take her toward the projects building.

 

Mission Passed

+$1000

Edited April 11 by donnits

[Jeansowaty]

I really dig how this mission is literally a combo of sorts of "It's Your Call" and "Roman's Holiday". Simple yet effective. Plays easy in front of the eyes and established Rod well as a character so far. Love to see a ref to him being Johnny's cousin lol, they sure got similar genes keep it up man!

[Guest]

Hey @donnits , been watching your missions since you started last month and I must say I love how you try to connect the dots with former known characters. I also love the comedic dialogues and humor behind it, makes it fun to read. Can’t wait for the next missions, keep 'em coming!