MUSIC: “Self Control” by
Laura Branigan Hey, ladies. You know what I’m going to do? Something like this –
argh, argh, argh, argh, argh. Vice City is twenty-four carat gold these days. We send someone down and cut ourselves a nice quiet slice. Tommy. Buenas noches! You are not in Liberty now. Here… we do things differently. We need to watch each other’s back. You work for me now! The deal was an ambush.
We were set up. That was my money, Tommy! Why’d you get in this business,
ya prick? For the pussy, that’s why! – Yes!
– Yeah! One day, I’m going to save your ass, and you’re probably going to want to kiss me.