Gene (America's Playground)/Dialogue

==AC_MQ04_Sins==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Pfft. What relationship? 	Thinks this is a ridiculous question.
 	 	 	When I was a kid, he used to keep me by his side like a little leech. 	Recounts this with vitriol. All her happy memories are spoiled.
 	 	 	When I started getting into my teenage years, it just...stopped. 	A tinge of bereft sadness.
 	 	 	He never told me why. I guess he just got bored of me. 	Trying to play off how much this hurt her.
 	 	 	There were those fleeting moments where I'd say, "This is my last dose." 	Somber.
 	 	 	"Moments" is the word there. By the time I crashed, I wanted more. 	Sad and somber.
 	 	 	It's funny. My willpower was always highest on Blood, and lower the more sober I got. 	Says that it's funny, but it's clearly not. She's smiling to cover how much this hurts.
 	 	 	I never thought I'd ever have to leave AC. Life kinda forced my hand here. 	Regretful tone.
 	 	 	I'm not sure. I feel like the decision was made for me by circumstance, you know? 	Somber and reflective.
 	 	 	If we never had to leave AC, would I still have tried to? I don't know. 	Genuinely unsure. Trying to analyze herself.
 	 	 	Right now, I feel like shit. And I don't want to be strung out on something that has this much power over me for the rest of my life. 	Straightforward and honest. Feels a moment of determination and inner strength.
 	 	 	I know that much. 	A moment of self-realization and clarity.
 	 	 	All right. Is there anything else? 	Somber, but still trying to be helpful.
 	 	 	All right, all right! We'll go! 	Irritated by the player's callousness. Was hoping they would have some empathy for her.
 	 	 	Do you ever get that sinking feeling like something bad is about to happen, and you just can't shake it? 	Desperate for someone to understand her and her feelings. She is filled with dread.
 	 	 	Yeah, I've got that feeling. But like you said, we don't have any time. 	Blunt and mournful. She understands how dire her situation is.
 	 	 	So let's go. 	Grim and resolute.
 	 	 	*sighs* You're definitely right about that. 	Troubled sigh. She's afraid of how this is going to turn out and admits it.
 	 	 	Fine then, we'll go to AC. Let's hope you're right about all of this. 	Agrees to go, only because she knows she has no choice.
 	 	 	I appreciate the sentiment, really. But I find that hard to believe. 	Appreciates the player's kindness, but she's too hardened to the world to accept it.
 	 	 	Still, I have a bit more confidence knowing you've got my back. 	Showing appreciation for the player.
 	 	 	I'm ready to go. Let's do this. 	Trying to gather up her inner strength even though she's afraid.
 	 	 	Back to AC...? Really...? 	
 	 	 	I-I'm not sure how to feel about that. 	
 	 	 	Okay, just...please, hurry. 	Trying to hide how scared she is.
 	 	 	I'll answer what I can, but we're running out of time. 	Trying to be accommodating, but still very stressed.
 	 	 	Thank God! Well, what are we waiting for?! Where's the antidote? 	Relieved, but also over-eager to get started.
 	 	 	I've lost count of how many cigs I've smoked waiting for you to arrive. Not a single one has calmed my nerves. Was hoping they would. 	Emotionally exhausted.
 	 	 	I managed to get everyone in one room. It was a lot harder than it sounds. 	Emotionally exhausted, tired.
 	 	 	We need to confront my father. He can't hide anymore. Not when Abbie's life is at stake. 	Resolute, grim.
 	 	 	So, you managed to get here in one piece. Took you long enough to get off that vertibird. Time is of the essence here. 	Impatient.
 	 	 	This is it. Hope my daughter's grateful we're about to whack a living legend for her. 	A bit sarcastic.
 	 	 	Ha ha! Look at all of that blood! Pure devil blood. Do you know how much this shit is worth? 	Conspiratorial, sinister grin.
 	 	 	I'll tell ya what kid. Why don't you take a little bit more than you need? It'll take a bit longer, sure, but Abbie's waited this long already. 	Seductively greedy.
 	 	 	I'm sure she could last a bit longer. I can take the rest back to Gene and make an exclusive line of elite Blood. 	There's dollar signs in his eyes.
 	 	 	We could make a killing off of it. 	Getting excited talking about this financial prospect.
 	 	 	We should get back to Abbie as soon as possible. And uh... 	Eager to save his daughter. A bit awkward at showing gratitude.
 	 	 	Thanks kid. For showing me the way. It's the dawn of a new era, yeah? 	Awkwardly showing gratitude. He's not used to this.
 	 	 	Haha, yes! You and me, we're gonna be rolling in caps, kid! I knew I saw an entrepreneurial spirit inside of you. 	Sinisterly thrilled.
 	 	 	C'mon, let's get back to the lab. 	Gleeful. Pleased with himself.
 	 	 	What's the matter with you?! That's priceless material wasting away right there! 	Angry at the player for wasting money, which is a cardinal sin to him.
 	 	 	I hope this stupid principle of yours was worth it when you're pinching caps to get by. 	Bitter and angry.
 	 	 	C'mon. We've gotta get back to Abbie. 	Bitter, in a bad mood.
 	 	 	We-we have a bit of a problem... 	Stammering.
 	 	 	Please, just leave me alone. It's best for everyone involved if you just leave. Me. Alone. 	Firm and distraught.
 	 	 	O-oh! It's you! Did you-? 	Surprised by the player's sudden appearance. Snaps back to reality.
 	 	 	Wait, where's Antonio and Ab-Abbie? Did you find her? 	Eager to hear any news.
 	 	 	Y-you're back! Did you get the s-sample? 	Eager, anxious to hear a reply.
 	 	 	And uh... 	Awkward pause.
 	 	 	Will there be any le-leftovers? 	Sheepish, hoping to get some chems for herself.
 	 	 	We need to talk to my pop. There isn't much time. 	Anxious.
 	 	 	Every moment we waste is one Abbie doesn't have. 	Worried, desperate for help. Exasperated.
 	 	 	Hey, time's a wasting here! 	Impatient, annoyed that the player backed out.
 	 	 	We're not done here. 	Irritated.
 	 	 	Yes? 	Annoyed.
 	 	 	What is it? 	Upset.
 	 	 	Go on. 	Distrusting.
 	 	 	I haven't spoken my peace. 	Cold.
 	 	 	We need to head back out there, quick. I've got a bad feeling about this. 	Grim, serious. Trying to hide how worried he is.
 	 	 	Don't just stand around here. We've got work to do! 	Frustrated with the player's lack of action.
 	 	 	You got lead in your shoes? C'mon, we've gotta go. 	Irritated.
 	 	 	Uh, so is this the part where we give you our gratitude and third born child? 	
 	 	 	Well, it's not a full party, but I still owe you my gratitude for prying my daughter from the Devil's grasp. 	
 	 	 	Please tell me she's all right. 	
 	 	 	Dammit! They're already swarming like wasps out here! 	Referring to the mobsters after him
 	 	 	Well? Those pheromones aren't gonna place themselves. 	
 	 	 	I'd love to have a nice little tea party chat, but we've got work to do. 	Making fun of the player a bit
 	 	 	I'm trying to focus, but... I don't feel so good. 	Getting hit by withdrawals
 	 	 	You'd better talk to my dad. He's not very patient. 	Meek. Not feeling well due to withdrawals
 	 	 	Uh, don't look at me! I just take orders! 	Emphasis on "me"
 	 	 	Tony here's waiting for you! 	
 	 	 	What are you waiting for? Give Gene the Blood. 	
 	 	 	You gonna stand around like a flamingo, or give the chemist what she needs to work? 	
 	 	 	I-It wasn't my fault! 	
 	 	 	She just left! W-What was I supposed to do? 	
 	 	 	Could you talk some sense into her? 	
 	 	 	W-We're done here! Right? 	
 	 	 	I-I gotta get back to cooking Blood! 	
 	 	 	Well, now that that's settled... Anyone care for a martini? 	
 	 	 	It's good to see a resolution to this pandemonium. About time someone took some responsibility! 	
 	 	 	*relieved sigh* I feel like I can finally breathe again. 	
 	 	 	That was really something, huh? 	He can hardly believe it's over and things turned out all right
 	 	 	It's really nice to have everyone together like this. 	
 	 	 	Thanks for helping me out. I don't know where I would be, otherwise. 	
 	 	 	I wish she would have had the courtesy to say goodbye to her own mother. 	Irritation disguising sadness
 	 	 	I can't believe my little girl is all grown up. 	Sadness/Disbelief that Abbie is gone
 	 	 	Abbie will figure things out. I know she will. 	Telling himself this is true for his own comfort
 	 	 	Thanks for making sure she got clean. We couldn't have done it without you. 	Genuinely grateful, but still sad that Abbie didn't come home
 	 	 	Have fun breaking the news to this lot. 	
 	 	 	No getting out of this one. 	
 	 	 	You'd better have an explanation for this! 	Upset that her daughter is missing
 	 	 	My daughter! Where is my daughter? 	Tearful and demanding
 	 	 	You still hangin' around here? 	
 	 	 	Don't you got someplace else to be? 	
 	 	 	Are you s-sure you want this, Abbie? No more B-blood, forever! 	Jittery. Asking this since she is also an addict to Devil's Blood.
 	 	 	This is just very h-hard to take in. 	
 	 	 	I can only im-imagine she's going to keep using blood. 	
 	 	 	B-but that only ever ends up one way. *nervous laugh* 	
 	 	 	Why would she do t-that? That doesn't make any sense. 	In disbelief, cannot see any logic to this decision.
 	 	 	Surely you must know something! It's c-completely irrational! 	In disbelief, cannot fathom why Abbie would just run away.
 	 	 	Still, there's n-nothing we can do. 	
 	 	 	W-what..? I don't understand. Were the c-cravings too strong? 	In disbelief, confused.
 	 	 	I'm not respecting this complete insanity! 	Getting furious at the player.
 	 	 	You're the one who won't do anything. You're letting her die! 	Deflecting blame to the player.
 	 	 	This isn't my fault! I did the best I could! 	Trying to relieve his own guilt.
 	 	 	Leave. I don't even want to look at you. 	Wants to be alone desperately.
 	 	 	Tell Gene we won't be needing that antidote. 	
 	 	 	I didn't drive her away! She's overreacting, just like she always does! 	
 	 	 	This is your fault. Even now, you just stand there and do nothing. 	
 	 	 	Get out of my face. Tell Gene I won't be coming back. 	
 	 	 	I don't want to see the likes of you for a long time. 	
 	 	 	How can it be too late?! Fuck...how did it get to this? 	Angry, furious. Angry at himself.
 	 	 	How was I so blind to it? 	Distraught.
 	 	 	Just...go. There's nothing more we can do here. 	Defeated, distraught.
 	 	 	Tell Gene...we won't be coming back. 	Distraught, defeated.
 	 	 	I don't think I will, dad. I've already made up my mind. 	
 	 	 	Let's head back to the lab then. You'll feel better soon. 	
 	 	 	Then...then we'll do things your way. We'll go back to the lab, and talk to Gene. She'll fix you up. 	
 	 	 	It'll give you time to think things through, and maybe change your mind. 	
 	 	 	We've got to do something! We need to find her! 	
 	 	 	You need to go after her! 	
 	 	 	*sighs* I want the antidote. I want to get better. 	
 	 	 	Dad, trust is something you've gotta build up to and maintain. You've spent two decades showing me I can't trust you. 	
 	 	 	It's not like one good experience can undo all the broken promises. I'm sorry, but it's too late to salvage this. 	
 	 	 	No, Abbie. You're right. I failed you. 	
 	 	 	All these years, I put caps and the high life ahead of my family. Ahead of my own flesh and blood. 	
 	 	 	I'm the one who owes you an apology. And yeah, I'm a coward for trying to walk away. 	
 	 	 	I should've done better. But there's still time. 	
 	 	 	If you take the antidote, I can be the father you always wanted from here on out. 	
 	 	 	But I've shown you I can change! I've shown you I can do better! 	
 	 	 	I got the antidote for you. Isn't that enough? 	
 	 	 	Abbie! ABBIE! Wait!! 	
 	 	 	You admitted you were wrong. So maybe it's time I do the same. 	Somber.
 	 	 	I never really thought you cared about me. I thought I was as disposable to you as every other addict you wasted. 	Opening up about her feelings, something she's never done before.
 	 	 	I don't think I deserve special treatment because I'm your daughter. 	Blunt and humble.
 	 	 	But if I'm going to take this antidote and start a new life, I really want it to be a new life. A new start. 	Emphasis on "new." She's feeling a bit frustrated while saying this.
 	 	 	No more killing. No more chems. I want a proper family. 	Firm and clear about her wants and intentions.
 	 	 	I don't want to be on my own anymore. 	Vulnerable and emotional.
 	 	 	After everything we've been through, I don't think you have it in you to change, dad. 	Firm, somber, pained.
 	 	 	Not now, not ever. I don't want my life to be defined by it anymore. 	Firm and tired.
 	 	 	I'll take the antidote. I'll get clean. But after all's said and done? 	Firm.
 	 	 	I'm staying here in AC. I don't want to see any of you ever again. 	Resolute. She won't be swayed once she's made up her mind.
 	 	 	It's time I carved out my own path without being weighed down by all of your wrongs. 	Firm and determined. A bit bitter.
 	 	 	I've wanted to put my feelings into words for years but never thought I'd find the right opportunity. I don't know how to reach you. 	Holding back an immense amount of anger and hurt.
 	 	 	It's like I'm the unstoppable force and you're the immovable object. You just won't move. 	Emphasis on "just won't move."
 	 	 	I could mold myself into the perfect daughter, play the right cards...but it wouldn't even matter. Because you'll never change. 	Bitter and sad.
 	 	 	Maybe I started taking Blood to get you to look at me again, but now? It's the only thing that makes me feel a little less empty. 	Insulting and angry.
 	 	 	You can take that antidote and give it to someone who really deserves it. Someone who has people who love them, and can make something of their life.	Bitter, hurt, resentful.
 	 	 	You can have your Family, dad. You already chose the one you wanted, and they even betrayed you in the end! 	Angry, petty, resentful.
 	 	 	You'll never see me again. 	Firm and resolute.
 	 	 	I always thought that was the case. Vin was always the golden child. The perfect one. The one who could do no wrong. 	Paranoid, bitter.
 	 	 	Every time I screw up, I'm just doing what's expected of me. 	Cold and bitter.
 	 	 	That I can believe. 	Irritated.
 	 	 	Even if that's true, he should've stood up for me. 	Defensive, afraid.
 	 	 	It's not about the blood, or even the stupid devil. It's about the fact that you've always chosen caps over me. 	Getting frustrated.
 	 	 	Why did you walk away from me? What did I do wrong? 	Demanding answers, furious.
 	 	 	Abbie! What the hell's gotten into you?! 	Frustrated and angry at how emotional she is being.
 	 	 	Is this true? 	Distraught, pleading.
 	 	 	Who, us? You mean to tell me we haven't been a glittering example of peace and unity? 	
 	 	 	You're gonna have to believe that I did everything I could! Alright, Evelyn? Both me and the neighborhood hero, over here. Abbie wasn't having it. 	Very upset, losing patience
 	 	 	There ya go, kid. You're thinking like an entrepreneur instead of a saint. 	Eager and devious. Happy that the player lacks morals.
 	 	 	That's why you're going places, and most people around here are standing still. 	Buttering up the player to convince them to join in on his schemes.
 	 	 	The poor devil's already in sorry shape, don't you think? 	Callous and uncaring.
 	 	 	There's enough puddled on the ground there. Just take it from there. 	Callous and uncaring.
 	 	 	But-well...You might be right there. Maybe I'm losing my grip on myself. 	Defeated, a moment of self-realization.
 	 	 	*sighs* I'm getting too old to chase these caps, kid. I dunno how much time I've got left, the mob aside. 	Somber and reflective.
 	 	 	Might as well spend the rest of it trying to make it right with my kids. 	Somber, a bit hopeful.
 	 	 	Just take enough for Abbie, and let's leave this sucker to his own devices. 	Firm, ready to make a sacrifice.
 	 	 	Yes, of the essence, right. Of course. Yep. You're Abbie right? You sure you want to get clean? 	Jittery, eager. Asking Abbie if she wants to get clean since she is also addicted to Devil's Blood herself.
 	 	 	Focus here, Genie. 	Irritated, losing his patience.
 	 	 	Focusing, right... 	Snapping back to reality.
 	 	 	Do you have the sample? 	Eager, curious.
 	 	 	Yeah, but this here is liquid gold. Don't break it. 	Stern.
 	 	 	Give it here. 	Blunt, focused only on getting her chemical analysis done.
 	 	 	Hey, hurry up, can we maybe speed up the process here? 	Impatient, annoyed.
 	 	 	Dad! Just wait... 	Embarrassed by her father's impatience.
 	 	 	Uh..oh. Uh oh. No. This isn't good. This is the opposite of good. What is that? Bad. Right. Bad. 	Terrified that she is going to get killed if this doesn't work out.
 	 	 	What's the problem here? 	Suspicious, alarmed.
 	 	 	I-I wasn't expecting this. This has PROFOUND implications a-and I don't know WHERE- 	Freaked out by her findings, lost in her own head trying to make sense of it.
 	 	 	Just spit it out already! My daughter is dying and we don't have the TIME for you to have your little eureka moment! 	Angry and frustrated, doesn't like impediments to progress.
 	 	 	The sample you brought me isn't pure enough to make an antidote with. 	Giving the harsh truth as bluntly as possible.
 	 	 	What?! 	Shocked, terrified.
 	 	 	That's...that's a very funny joke, Gene. 	Cold, threatening. Trying to hide how afraid he is.
 	 	 	That came from the Jersey Devil himself! How can you get any fucking purer?! 	Getting angry.
 	 	 	You're not going to believe me, but... 	Stammering, trying to save her own skin.
 	 	 	That wasn't the real Jersey Devil. If such a thing even exists, that is. This is juvenile blood. The one you killed was just a child. 	Trying to tell him the truth without upsetting him.
 	 	 	What? So you mean the ones we see coming out of the Barrens are just its...children?! 	In disbelief.
 	 	 	Then...how big's the father, huh? Or...or the mother? It's hard to tell with these things. 	Sardonic. Bewildered by this discovery.
 	 	 	I don't know. No one's ever seen it before. And lived to tell about it, t-that is. 	Genuinely unsure. Still afraid of how Antonio will react.
 	 	 	The q-quantity of neural proteins present in the blood sample isn't vast enough to qualify this as an, as an a-adult. 	Stammering, trying to rationalize it.
 	 	 	But if there's a juvenile, that means there's a parent. An adult would have blood potent enough to craft an antidote. 	A bit of confidence returns to her voice with this plan.
 	 	 	So you're saying you want us to go into the Pine Barrens and kill an adult Devil? 	Still bewildered and suspicious. Trying to make sense of her request.
 	 	 	Just trying to see if I'm the one who's going nuts, or if it's still you. 	Sarcastic joke.
 	 	 	But if it's our only option, we've got to! 	Desperate, pleading.
 	 	 	Yeah, y-yeah I-I guess that's what I'm saying. 	Stammering, jittery. Still not sure if she's going to come out of this alive.
 	 	 	Right. Good. 	He's heard all he needs to hear and isn't happy about it. Checking out of the conversation.
 	 	 	Looks like you and I have some business to take care of with a gentleman from the Barrens. 	Making a sarcastic joke with the player, but his expression is grim.
 	 	 	Hmm, not sure. 	Wondering to himself.
 	 	 	I'm still trying to process that it's real at all, frankly. 	Blunt.
 	 	 	*sighs* Let's just hope that it is... 	Sighs. He's tired of what sounds like mindless mysticism.
 	 	 	The err--properties? In the Devil's blood are too weak. Whatever the egghead said. 	Dismissive, annoyed that he cannot answer this question.
 	 	 	The "ingredients" we need from its blood are not present in big enough quantities for it to work. Like baking a blood cake, right? 	Trying to make a sarcastic joke out of it.
 	 	 	I don't. But it's our only shot, all right? And I don't leave without results. 	Determined, stern.
 	 	 	Hey, egghead. How do we draw an adult Devil out? 	Blunt and disrespectful.
 	 	 	T-that I can help with! We've got enough here that I can make f-fake Devil pheromones. 	Jittery. Pleased that she can finally answer a question conclusively.
 	 	 	If y-you can bring the pheromones to h-high points in the city center... 	Jittery, coming up with a plan.
 	 	 	Maybe the s-scent will draw the Devil out of the B-Barrens! 	Hopeful and encouraging.
 	 	 	I can probably think of a few places to bring 'em. 	Smug.
 	 	 	Then what are we waiting for?! Let's go! 	Eager to take charge.
 	 	 	We? Oh, no Abbie. You're not coming. 	Shuts her down immediately. Thinks it's ridiculous she's even entertaining the idea.
 	 	 	What's your excuse this time?! I'm an adult. I can handle myself. I've been handling myself for years now, thanks to you and mom! 	Defensive and angry.
 	 	 	Ey, don't bring your mother into this! Yeah, you've been handling yourself? Look how well that's going. You're so strung out you're on death's door. 	Getting angry.
 	 	 	Strung out on a chem you sold. 	Cutting words.
 	 	 	You little-! My word's final here. You're not coming. 	Loses his temper and has to stop himself. Firm and angry.
 	 	 	Wait for us here. We'll be back with the blood. 	Stern lecture.
 	 	 	You'll never change, will you? 	Angry and frustrated.
 	 	 	Go ahead, walk away. It's not like I'm trying to save your life or anything. 	Irritated, trying to hide how much this bothers him.
 	 	 	What gave it away? Is it the constant tension, or her blatantly hating my guts? 	Sarcastic and bitter.
 	 	 	Watch your mouth. Just because I ain't going to her piano recital doesn't mean I wasn't making everything happen behind the scenes. 	Offended and annoyed.
 	 	 	Hah! And I'm sure you're just as much of a saint, ain't you? 	Amused by the player's gumption and hypocritical nature.
 	 	 	I see that arsenal you keep in your pocket. Just gonna pretend like you haven't left a trail of bodies in Appalachia in your wake, huh? 	
 	 	 	I know you're not supposed to have a favorite kid. But I did. And it wasn't Vin. 	Grim, sorrowful.
 	 	 	When Abbie was real little, I took her under my wing. She was a total daddy's girl, showered with affection and gifts. 	Smiling as he remembers happier times.
 	 	 	I used to let her sit in on all of our meetings. I showed her the ropes. I hate to admit it, but she would've been a top tier made woman. 	Sad, but also weirdly proud of his daughter.
 	 	 	But there's a reason they call la cosa nostra the Family. It's 'cause it replaces your real one. 	Somber and profound. "la cosa nostra" means "our thing" in Italian, and is a phrase often used to refer to the mafia.
 	 	 	And you've gotta fuck over your real one to keep the Family happy. 	Bitter.
 	 	 	You must be real naive if you think that's how this works. You don't just leave. You know how they say you can't turn your back on family? 	Looking at the player like they're stupid.
 	 	 	Same with this kind of family. You leave when you're dead. Only matter is how soon that comes. And for most, it's pretty damn early. 	Bitter, irritated.
 	 	 	What didn't change, is the real question. 	Bittersweet tone.
 	 	 	Of course you're gonna look at it like a cynic. That wasn't the intent. It was, you know, father-daughter bonding. 	A bit defensive. Trying to defend his rationale.
 	 	 	She'd watch me make a fella go cold and then get to hold the gun afterwards. Wholesome stuff. 	He genuinely thinks this is wholesome and adorable. Remembers it fondly.
 	 	 	Abbie, she was...you know, getting older. Becoming more of a teenager and less of a little girl. 	Speaking mournfully, with a bit of shame.
 	 	 	She was growing into a formidable young woman. 	Speaking with sad pride of his daughter.
 	 	 	And that was the problem. 	Grim, foreboding.
 	 	 	It's not that it suddenly became an issue. It's that...when you're a kid, it doesn't mean anything. It's all fun and games. 	Struggling to defend himself.
 	 	 	But once you're an adult? You're locked into that life for...well, life. She was gonna end up just like me. Just, with less respect. 	Struggling to defend his decisions.
 	 	 	Yes, thank you, Einstein. I'm well aware of that. You're missing the point here. 	Sarcastic, annoyed.
 	 	 	There ain't a "law" saying women can't be in the Family, but there's always been opposition to letting them reach positions of power. 	
 	 	 	Yet it's tradition. It's always been men who've done the killing, the stealing, the plotting. 	
 	 	 	I was next in line to be godfather. Do you really think they would've accepted her as my heir, with no issues? 	
 	 	 	Just ask Concerta. Why do you think she has a target on my ass? If she could've been don, Quentino would've chosen her. 	
 	 	 	She's his flesh and blood, after all. 	
 	 	 	Sometimes tradition is a good thing. Good habits stick. Sometimes it no longer serves you, and sticking to it ends up stabbing you in the back. 	
 	 	 	Most people are stubborn. Change doesn't happen often, 'specially not around here. 	
 	 	 	It was a choice she made. But it was definitely influenced by this. 	
 	 	 	'Course not. Let's not compare apples to oranges here. Abbie and Concerta are two entirely different stories. I owe her nothing. 	Annoyed.
 	 	 	The woman's ruthless. She'd make a great tyrant, not a leader. I could almost admire it if she'd stop trying to murder me for two seconds. 	Sarcastic.
 	 	 	But we've got more important things to worry about. Like Abbie. 	Steering the player back to the matter at hand.
 	 	 	I wasn't about to set Abbie up for disappointment. Train her all these years just to be rejected. 	Somber. Trying to defend himself.
 	 	 	I just distanced myself from her. Didn't let her sit in on my work anymore. I never told her why. 	Somber. Trying to defend himself. Has a bit of shame.
 	 	 	Over time, she just got the hint. And that's when she started acting out. 	Somber. Trying to defend himself. Growing a bit bitter.
 	 	 	She knew I was the big player moving Devil's Blood around AC. Dunno if she knew I discovered it, but that doesn't really matter now, does it? 	Bitter and somber.
 	 	 	There's tons of chems you can get hooked on in this shithole. But she got hooked on the one thing she knew would get my attention. 	Getting a bit angry thinking about this.
 	 	 	Trouble is, Blood is highly addictive. She got in to win my love or some nonsense, but there's no getting out with that poison. 	Rueful.
 	 	 	I never thought something like this would happen! I thought she'd take up an honest trade. 	Defensive, guilt-ridden.
 	 	 	I never wanted this. Not for Abbie. 	Sullen and somber.
 	 	 	I never asked you to be. I just figured you wanted to know what's going on. 	Grim and sad.
 	 	 	But you're right. We've got a lot of...issues, to work through. 	Admitting defeat. Struggling to think of the right word to say and settles on "issues."
 	 	 	Maybe that's fair. I don't think I'm totally to blame. I never put the chem in her hands. 	Trying to distance himself from the emotion welling up inside him.
 	 	 	But I didn't exactly create the best circumstances for her, now did I? 	Starting to feel guilt pressing down on him.
 	 	 	'Bout time someone has some sense! I may be her father, but I ain't her brain. 	Defensive and irritated.
 	 	 	You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink. 	Bitter and angry.
 	 	 	She was a child, only a teenager. Her brain was hardly, well...developed. 	Sad and grim.
 	 	 	Yeah, I was under their thumb. Maybe I could've done better. I could've kept her close. 	Feeling guilt looming over him.
 	 	 	But it might've screwed us both over in the end. And I don't know if I could live with myself if it got to that point. 	Sad. Somber.
 	 	 	Listen, the past is- 	Starts to say something along the lines of "the past is in the past", but is cut off by a terrifying sound.
 	 	 	Did you hear that? 	Worried and startled.
 	 	 	You've gotta understand, you can't just stand up to the godfather. 	Defensive, upset.
 	 	 	You can't disrespect your superiors. I thought you would've learned that. 	Defensive, a bit disappointed.
 	 	 	Is having a sense of self-preservation really being a coward? 	Defensive, offended.
 	 	 	Abbie, let's dial it back for a second here, huh? Let's be reasonable. We can fix this. 	Realizing he's losing his daughter. Trying to do damage control.
 	 	 	I wasn't there for you. And for that, I'm sorry. Truth is, you didn't do anything wrong. And I never hated you. 	Finally opening up and showing a heart.
 	 	 	I knew you could never really be in the mob. They just... they would never have let you file their papers, let alone call the shots. 	Somber, sad.
 	 	 	I didn't want to set you up for failure, but I didn't want to break your heart either. So I just did nothing. But I should've done better. 	Frustrated, upset.
 	 	 	And for that, I'm sorry. 	Genuine apology. Very emotional.
 	 	 	You didn't do nothing wrong, Abbie. Stop focusing on this. I don't know what you want me to say. Did you really think you could be a made woman? 	Frustrated and angry.
 	 	 	Just let it go! Scores of people aren't special and die alone out in the wasteland. Do you know how goddamn easy you have it?! 	Angry.
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	Maybe our friend here helped me see the light a bit. Would I have loved the caps? Yeah I would have. 	Blunt, honest. Self-aware.
 	 	 	There ain't enough caps in the world to bring someone back when they're gone though. 	Finally becoming self-aware.
 	 	 	Look, quit making me out to be this horrible bad guy. I just didn't want to waste perfectly good money, is all! 	Defensive, annoyed.
 	 	 	There's plenty left for you, kid. But I've also got enough where I can turn a profit with the rest. 	Annoyed.
 	 	 	I'm sure you understand. It's not like I'm harming anyone. 	Complete lack of self-awareness.
 	 	 	I'm not surprised. I don't believe my father fought the Devil selflessly. Is there even enough blood left for me, or is he going to sell it all? 	Bitter. Cutting words.
 	 	 	Tell me, did he make that decision on his own? Or did you have to make it for him? 	Distrusting and bitter.
 	 	 	H-he did? He gave up caps? I just...I'm not sure if I believe that. 	In disbelief.
 	 	 	How do I know anything is going to change? What proof is there? 	Paranoid, afraid.
 	 	 	Well...you have a point there. A very good point. 	Reflective. Considering the player's point of view.
 	 	 	It's just the first time I've ever seen him do anything for me. 	Still a bit in shock.
 	 	 	I would love to believe that. I really would. But how do I know I can trust his word? Anyone can lie. 	Paranoid, frustrated.
 	 	 	Only actions show change. Consistent action. 	Stern.
 	 	 	Letting them win? There's no winners or losers here. 	Defiant, bitter.
 	 	 	There's nothing for me to prove, since there was nothing expected of me in the first place. 	Defiant, somber.
 	 	 	Heh. I see why you get along with my dad so well. 	Sarcastic, angry.
 	 	 	You're both the same, aren't you? 	Bitter, hateful.
 	 	 	A normal life, huh? Let me ask you something. What life do I have to return to? What point is there? 	Hurt, frustrated.
 	 	 	My mother's too busy looking in a mirror to look at me, and my brother can't be there for me forever. He has his own life to live. 	Getting more and more frustrated the more that she speaks.
 	 	 	My father kills people and ruins their lives for a living, and I've never even been good enough for that. 	Incredulous and angry at the same time.
 	 	 	So let me ask you again. What do I have to go back to? With a life like that, what'll even stop me from using again? 	Angry, bitter.
 	 	 	Then all of this would be for nothing. 	Bitter.
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	I may have not been the one to pull the trigger, but I just stood by and let it happen. 	Defiant.
 	 	 	I know I was young, but...I could've done more. I could've distracted my father, pushed him out of the way... Something! 	Cold, defiant.
 	 	 	How? I mean, it's not like we were locked inside. I told Gene I needed to be alone to think about things. 	Confused by the player's question.
 	 	 	She's totally tweaked out, all the time. It's not like she'd put up a fight. 	A bit judgmental.
 	 	 	We can't just let her walk away! 	Demanding.
 	 	 	Abbie, this is ridiculous. I'm not going to just let you die over something that happened fourteen years ago! 	Getting angry.
 	 	 	Do you even remember what happened here, dad? 	Cold, accusatory.
 	 	 	You wasted a guy on Blood because he didn't pay up. 	Cold.
 	 	 	What even sets me apart from him? Why does he get a bullet to the head, and I get an antidote? 	Cold, angry, accusatory.
 	 	 	What are you talking about? 	Bewildered by her reaction.
 	 	 	Why even bother with it? Is there even a point to this antidote? 	Distraught, defeated.
 	 	 	Just go. I've said what I needed to say. 	Hurt and angry, emotionally exhausted.
 	 	 	Outcome's about what I expected. There's no use in trying anymore. 	Angry and hurt, holding back tears and trying to level her emotions.
 	 	 	What are you waiting for? He chose you, after all. 	Bitter, thinly-veiled jealousy.
 	 	 	I've got nothing to say to you right now. I'm just disappointed. 	Hurt and tired.
 	 	 	Y-you should hurry! Think of all that p-pure blood, being wasted... 	Daydreaming about doing more drugs.
 	 	 	H-hurry! We don't have much time! 	Trying to underscore how urgent the situation is.
 	 	 	I'm shocked, to say the least. But in a good way. Maybe this is a chance to start over. 	Surprised, but very hopeful.
 	 	 	I didn't think my dad had, you know, feelings. 	She is bewildered but making a slight joke.
 	 	 	A brighter future makes recovery seem all the more worth it. 	Happy and hopeful.
 	 	 	Let's just get this over with. 	Stressed, doesn’t want to talk.
 	 	 	The sooner I've got that antidote, the sooner I can get as far away from him as possible. 	Irritated and stressed. Emphasis on “him”, referring to her father.
 	 	 	I think I made the right choice back there. People never changed. 	Somber and reflective.
 	 	 	All that fucking work...for nothing. 	Bitter and angry.
 	 	 	Gotta make the most of these last moments with her. If she'd even look at me... 	Bitter, upset, regretful.
 	 	 	I've got this bad feeling in my stomach. Like impending doom. Is it dread? 	Trying to hide that he’s worried.
 	 	 	No time for chitchat. We've gotta get her cured ASAP. 	Stern and determined, but not rude.
 	 	 	So how do you do this whole father thing? It's easier to make caps than raise a kid. 	He finds being a parent rather daunting. Second line is said a bit jokingly.
 	 	 	I really hope this works. Don't like that there ain't no guarantees. But that's just life. 	Suspicious as to whether the antidote will work, but it’s their only option.
 	 	 	Didn't you get the hint? I thought I told you to fuck off. 	Angry and resentful.
 	 	 	I've got nothing more to say to you. I made that abundantly clear. 	Angry, resentful, dismissive.
 	 	 	Just go back to Gene. There's nothing left for either of us here. 	Tired, angry, resentful.
 	 	 	I'm growing old here. Well, older. 	Impatient, annoyed.
 	 	 	Just take the blood. No use prolonging this. 	Impatient.
 	 	 	Milk the damn thing for its blood! Like it's a cow. A really ugly cow. 	Impatient, sarcastic.
 	 	 	C'mon, kid! We don't have all the time in the world here. 	Impatient.
 	 	 	Have you met my daughter? She's an honor roll student, through and through! 	Proud, a bit delirious.
 	 	 	Have we met before? 	Confused, friendly.
 	 	 	Oh, look! It's snowing! 	Elated exclamation.
 	 	 	Might as well paint a bullseye on my forehead at this rate. 	Bitter, grim.
 	 	 	I'll waste whoever I've got to if it means Abbie gets better. 	Resolute.
 	 	 	When it rains, it pours, huh? 	Sarcastic, annoyed.
 	 	 	There's no time to chat. 	Curt, worried.
 	 	 	Let's just hope this goes well. 	Worried, resigned.
 	 	 	Feels like I'm sweating buckets here. 	Worried.
 	 	 	That went...about as well as I expected. 	A bit surprised. Still worried.
 	 	 	You bring my sister home in one piece, okay? 	Worried.
 	 	 	I feel powerless... 	Grim, tired.
 	 	 	I don't think I can handle any more secrets. 	Sad. Resigned.
 	 	 	There's times I feel like I'm standing in a room full of strangers. 	Grim.
 	 	 	Oh, god...what now? 	Exhausted and worried.
 	 	 	I don't know how I feel about going back to Atlantic City. 	Anxious, unsure.
 	 	 	So this is it, then. It's our only chance at making that antidote. 	Sad.
 	 	 	I feel like this is all my fault. No, it is all my fault. 	Feeling guilty, distraught.
 	 	 	If this were a play, it would certainly be a tragedy. 	Melodramatic, irritated.
 	 	 	I had to move mountains to fit this familial powwow into my schedule. 	Haughty, melodramatic.
 	 	 	I can't believe how long I've been kept in the dark! 	Offended that she was kept out of the loop.
 	 	 	At least now we know who the real performer is in the family. 	Haughty.
 	 	 	Make haste. My daughter was meant for better things than this bizarre sort of vampirism. 	Melodramatic and firm.
 	 	 	Who is going to clean up this dreadful corpse?! 	Aghast.
 	 	 	Err...well, that's the goal, isn't it? 	Trying to hide her hurt feelings at the player's cruel words.
 	 	 	I hoped you had more faith in me than that. 	Hurt.
 	 	 	Oh... Well, I'm sure my dad would be willing to spare the caps. 	A bit taken aback by the player's greed. Was hoping they would be altruistic, but also understands why they'd want to get paid.
 	 	 	He's got too much money for his own good. Not that he sees it that way. 	Annoyed.
 	 	 	*laughs awkwardly* Well, I felt like I had to. 	Awkward laugh. She's not sure how to process such kindness.
 	 	 	It being a matter of life and death and all that. 	Making a dark joke.
 	 	 	That means a lot to hear. 	Genuinely heart-warming.
 	 	 	I never considered that anyone cared about whether I lived or died. 	Reflective, sentimental.
 	 	 	D-don't mention it, Abbie. Your f-father would've killed me if I didn't help. *laughs nervously* 	Jittery. Plays this off as a joke, but it's true.
 	 	 	Thank you, Gene. 	Genuinely grateful, a bit sentimental.
 	 	 	You should feel some im-immediate relief. But it'll take weeks for the s-symptoms to fade completely. 	Jittery, excited that the antidote is working.
 	 	 	It'll only get b-better from here on out. Not worse. 	Trying to be hopeful and encouraging.
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	I-I don't know. Not really. 	Dazed, unsure.
 	 	 	Wait...I feel...the craving is dying down. It's not as intense. 	Sudden revelation. Getting hopeful.
 	 	 	Well? Do you feel any different? 	Anxious, concerned.
 	 	 	I'm right here with you, kiddo. 	Supportive, worried. A bit emotional.
 	 	 	I'm ready as I'll ever be. 	Nervous, resigned to her fate.
 	 	 	All right, this should be g-good. 	Slightly confident in her work. Still jittery.
 	 	 	Ready, Abbie? 	Eager.
 	 	 	Put a sock in it, Gene. 	Annoyed, but not angry.
 	 	 	Then y-you should hurry! N-not that I would tell you how to do your job, of course. I'm sure you're very c-competent. 	Starts assertive and jittery, then backtracks in fear of the player.
 	 	 	Uh, well, in every s-scientific endeavor, there's always a margin of error. 	Lacking confidence, nervous.
 	 	 	But the margin of error here is only about 49 percent, which is less than half! That's reassuring, r-right? 	Pretending to have confidence she simply doesn't have. Jittery.
 	 	 	Just one moment. I need to engineer the an-antidote. 	Excited. Stuttering over her words.
 	 	 	All right, Genie! We've got the goods. Where's Abbie? 	Upbeat, friendly.
 	 	 	Y-yeah, about that... 	Nervous, afraid. Jittery.
 	 	 	I'm going to ask nicely one more time. Where is my daughter?! 	Getting angry. It's increasingly difficult for him to hold his tongue.
 	 	 	She t-took off! It wasn't my fault, I swear, Antonio, she just left! 	Terrified of Antonio's anger.
 	 	 	Why on earth would she do that? Her life's in jeopardy, for God's sake! 	Angry, in disbelief.
 	 	 	S-she said she needed to b-be alone. That this is a mis-mistake. 	Stammering. Trying to talk Antonio down.
 	 	 	What? That doesn't make any sense. Did she say where she went? 	Bewildered. He is getting angry at the idea of someone acting so irrationally.
 	 	 	Sort of? She s-said she went to the place where she met her real father. 	Confused. Doesn't understand the significance of what she is saying.
 	 	 	Kids and their dramatics... We need to go find her then. 	Frustrated and angry.
 	 	 	Agreed. Let's go. 	Resolute and ready to find his daughter.
 	 	 	You and me both, kid. It's completely irrational, I know. 	Irritated and judgmental.
 	 	 	She's probably just being a drama queen. You know how teenagers are. 	Annoyed.
 	 	 	Well, she's twenty, but that's just a teenager with an extra year. 	Annoyed by his own inaccuracy in his daughter's age.
 	 	 	Yes, genius. I am. And I'm pretty sure I know where it is. 	Bitter and somber.
 	 	 	It's where she first saw me whack a poor fool on the job. Hard to keep a calendar in times like this, but she was still a kid at the time. 	Intentionally ignoring how traumatic this must've been for his daughter.
 	 	 	Fella owed the Family caps for some Blood he never paid for. He never came up with the caps, so... 	Speaking casually to hide the fact he's not proud of this.
 	 	 	We wasted him. I wasted him. 	Slight admission of guilt.
 	 	 	I guess you could say it was Abbie's first lesson in what happens to an addict at the end of the line. 	Painful sentimental realization.
 	 	 	I'll tell you what the plan is. It's real simple. 	Irritated, playing along with the player's question.
 	 	 	We go to this overly-dramatized place, and we find Abbie. 	Irritated and stern.
 	 	 	Then we bring her back here, whether she likes it or not. 	Stern and angry. Vaguely threatening.
 	 	 	Finally, someone pragmatic. If I were a more sympathetic man, I'd maybe even feel a bit bad for her. 	Happy that the player sees things his way.
 	 	 	Wasn't her fault she was born with that lot in life. But she refused to accept it. 	Bitter.
 	 	 	People thinking they're better than tradition and that their shit doesn't stink is what leads to schisms like this. 	Judgmental. He likes order.
 	 	 	Then again, any sympathy I could've possibly had for her was crushed when she tried to whack me. 	Emphasis on "whack me."
 	 	 	You're hitting me with the classic question, huh? But maybe you have a point. 	Defensive, but also mulling over the player's words.
 	 	 	Evelyn is a drama queen among both women and men. I think you know as well as I do she'd murder every soldier who brought her the wrong cup of joe. 	Laughing darkly about his wife's melodramatic nature.
 	 	 	As for Abbie...? Women have never been allowed in the Family. Not now, not ever. And for a long time, I thought it was for good reason. 	Being blunt and honest.
 	 	 	I thought they would be too emotional, too soft for it. But Abbie? She's stubborn and determined. 	Impressed by Abbie's resolve.
 	 	 	She could've gotten far, had circumstances been different. But even if I changed my stance, no one else would. 	Grim.
 	 	 	Ah, the resident smart aleck here. Funnily enough, that ain't how it works. Maybe you didn't get it the first time. 	Annoyed by the player's attitude.
 	 	 	The eldest SON of the godfather takes his place. Quentino didn't have any kids. Me? I was a bit of a surrogate son to him. 	Emphasis on "son."
 	 	 	If he had a brother, then that hypothetical brother would've taken precedence over me. 	Explaining bluntly.
 	 	 	But he didn't have a brother. He had a sister. 	Puts emphasis on "sister."
 	 	 	Regardless of how you feel about it, that ain't how things work around here. 	Annoyed. Implying that the player should mind their own business.
 	 	 	Yeah, go do a few stretches and come back. Take your sweet time. 	Annoyed with the player. Sarcastic.
 	 	 	I heard about that. Nice little eraser job you did there, kid. 	Genuinely respects the player.
 	 	 	Trouble is, her "successor" ain't much better. He also thinks I spell trouble for his little foothold on Quentino's chair. 	Blunt.
 	 	 	He wants me dead just as much as she did. That's the way it is in this business. 	Says this very casually.
 	 	 	Many reasons, kid. For one, they're a pain in the ass to kill. They'll turn you into a paper angel before you know it. 	Blunt, and sarcastic.
 	 	 	This fella here is already dead. That makes things a helluva lot simpler. 	Finds this darkly funny.
 	 	 	Two, probably because Vin was too busy fantasizing about unicorns and rainbows or whatever Munis do to just suggest that in the first place. 	Making a sarcastic dig at his son.
 	 	 	Concerta's the little sister of Quentino Lombardi, the godfather. She's an ambitious, conniving brat. 	Bitter, angry. Clearly doesn't think much of Concerta.
 	 	 	Let's just say Quentino named me as his successor, despite me not being his own flesh and blood. The man was sterile. 	Defending himself.
 	 	 	As such, Concerta wanted me out of the picture to take power by force. 	Blunt.
 	 	 	Pride. One of those seven deadly sins people love to preach about. In order to sell the lie, I had to make everyone fall for it. 	Grim.
 	 	 	That included my flesh and blood. You know how headstrong Abbie and Vin are, and how...Evelyn, Evelyn is. 	Trying to defend himself.
 	 	 	I was so deep in it that I didn't really see a way out. Just kept thinking, some day I'll tell them. But I always put it off. 	A bit ashamed.
 	 	 	Some may say it was cowardice, I just think it was a lack of punctuality. 	Trying to absolve himself.
 	 	 	I could get a skywriter to spell it out for ya if I wasn't clear the first time. 	Sarcastic, annoyed by the player's inability to understand him.
 	 	 	Concerta wanted to ice me out. I thought if I faked having dementia, she would write me off and leave me alone. 	Explaining firmly.
 	 	 	Fat load of good that did. You saw those assassins. You can guess whether she bought it or not. 	Irritated that his schemes didn't work out.
 	 	 	Couldn't agree more. Abbie and I'll meet you in the city center. 	Firm, resolute.
 	 	 	Try to get there in one piece. Concerta's goons take no prisoner. It'll give me and Abbie some time to, uh. Catch up. 	Firm, resolute, joking about him and Abbie.
 	 	 	I hope you know what you're doing, Tony... 	Sad, solemn.
 	 	 	I will. I got us into this mess. The last thing I want to do is drag you further into it. 	Resolute, showing strength for the sake of her brother
 	 	 	Damn it. If it weren't for the mob... Stay safe, alright, Abbie? 	Angry that he can't come, but accepts it's for the best for Abbie's safety
 	 	 	It just so happens I do. If what you're saying is true, then we need to act now on an antidote. 	Firm, resolute.
 	 	 	I'll take Abbie and your, uh, friend here to Gene. No other tagalongs. 	Resolute.
 	 	 	The damn mob's going to be swarming our tails the whole way. Concerta will know I'm back the second we touch ground on Jersey soil. 	Bitter, angry.
 	 	 	Does this mean you still have a sample of its blood? We need to get it to Gene as soon as possible. 	Sticking to the matter at hand.
 	 	 	I'm ridiculous, Miss Primadonna?! What wasn't ridiculous was this fella's blood. 	Defensive.
 	 	 	I originally took it to Gene to get it embalmed, promised her a small cut. 	Calming down slightly.
 	 	 	Any dreams of a side show attraction disappeared when we realized the...tantalizing properties of its blood. 	Emphasis on tantalizing.
 	 	 	And embalming this...thing...was the answer? What a ridiculous idea from a ridiculous man! 	Sees right through Antonio's nonsense.
 	 	 	Ey, Abbie, look at this thing! What do you think it is, a bunny rabbit? It's ugly as sin. 	Hastily trying to defend his actions.
 	 	 	Look, I needed an edge over Concerta. Quentino had yours truly to be next in line to be godfather, but that little viper wasn't having it. 	Getting serious.
 	 	 	She tried to sabotage me at every turn. I needed to make more caps, prove that I was useful. 	Trying to absolve himself of guilt.
 	 	 	So you killed it to make a profit. 	Cold. Matter of fact.
 	 	 	You tell me, honey. Would the Showmen pay top dollar for a freak show devil corpse? 	Sarcastic, annoyed.
 	 	 	Then why do you have...this?! 	Disgusted. Haughty.
 	 	 	We started seeing these fellas show up around ten years ago. Devils, we called them. They're still pretty rare. Elusive. 	Proud of his trophy.
 	 	 	I've seen one of these before stalking around the city center. Not something I'd want to piss off, I'll say that much. 	Surprised.
 	 	 	Antonio! What is this BEAST doing in my home?! Disgusting! 	Aghast and disgusted.
 	 	 	Whoa... 	In awe, disbelief.
 	 	 	For god's sake, you had to go for the ONE chem you can't come off of?! What's the matter with you? 	Angry, trying to deflect blame from himself.
 	 	 	*sighs* All right, peanut gallery. There's something you all need to see. Come with me. 	Exasperated, resigned. He knows what he has to do.
 	 	 	For once, she's not being dramatic. According to Gene, Abbie needs a pure sample of Devil's Blood to make an antidote for her withdrawal symptoms. 	Stern, matter of fact.
 	 	 	And you're the only one who knows how to get it. 	
 	 	 	What?! Quit the melodrama for just a few seconds, Evelyn, for the sake of-! 	Getting frustrated, refuses to believe his daughter is dying.
 	 	 	*sighs* I've married a Shakespearean villain, haven't I? 	Dramatic tone. Deeply disappointed in her husband.
 	 	 	Our daughter is dying, Antonio. 	Sharp, stern.
 	 	 	Hey, let's not overreact now. It's just a little indulgence, right? Who doesn't have a vice these days? She looks fine. 	Trying to diminish the severity of the situation to alleviate himself of his guilt.
 	 	 	You can write a novel on why you're innocent later. How about we talk about what we're going to do for Abbie? 	Stern. Trying to keep his emotions in check.
 	 	 	I just wanted a dad, period... 	Quiet, solemn.
 	 	 	The only one making a fool out of you is yourself, Evelyn! All of you! 	Can't take it anymore. Erupts in anger.
 	 	 	...So yeah, I was playing hooky. You think it's because I like walking around like a dried prune asking what day of the week it is? 	Angry, backed into a corner.
 	 	 	I had a target painted on my back by the damn mob! 	Says "highness" mockingly.
 	 	 	Would you rather have a senile father or a dead one?! Yeah...thought so. 	Says the last sentence like he just proved his point.
 	 	 	And this cursed night club... all that nonsense you gave me about an "Appalachian night life". Just another falsehood! 	Feeling betrayed. Indignant.
 	 	 	No one makes a fool out of me, Antonio Russo! 	Angry.
 	 	 	God, dad...really?! This was the first thing your brain went to?! To fake dementia?! 	Becoming angry.
 	 	 	Call me naïve, but I was just hoping my own father wouldn't stoop that low. But the bar is subterranean at this point. 	Trying to hide that the player's words hurt her.
 	 	 	No, you're not. Sometimes I really envy you for that. 	Guarded, sad.
 	 	 	I wish I could say I can't believe it, but... 	Her whole world is being turned upside down.
 	 	 	I met one of his old "business partners". Gene. She told me everything. 	Firm. Resolute.
 	 	 	Pop's been faking senility to get out of AC so that Concerta Lombardi can't have him killed. 	Firm, irritated.
 	 	 	That's why those hitmen showed up at The Rose Room! Our friend here can back me up. 	Firm, defiant.
 	 	 	Vin... Where did you hear that Dad is faking? 	Desperately hoping this isn't true.
 	 	 	Wha-what? What's going on? This is all very overwhelming. 	Pretending to be confused and senile.
 	 	 	*sighs* Just cut the crap. Your acting's not even good. Frankly, it's embarrassing that we fell for it for so long. 	Sighs, frustrated that his father is pathetic enough to keep this charade up. Resigned.
 	 	 	Ladies, I do wish I could help you. But this Devil's Blood sounds very dangerous! 	Pretending to be senile.
 	 	 	Abigail, please. I've handled more than one bad performance in my day. 	Haughty, stern.
 	 	 	I just didn't think it would be my HUSBAND I'm booing off the stage! 	Irritated.
 	 	 	Mom, will you relax?! This isn't helpful. 	Frustrated, trying to calm her mother down.
 	 	 	He's...he's sick. We don't even know if what Vin said is true. 	Desperate to cling to a positive belief.
 	 	 	Yeah, I'm sure they're just as important as my sister's life. Priorities...right? 	Annoyed.
 	 	 	We're going to tell him that we know. We know everything that he's done. 	Firm and resolute.
 	 	 	He's going to try to deflect and keep pretending that he's senile. Every time he does, we push back. 	Firm and resolute.
 	 	 	You want my honest opinion? No, I'm not okay. But this isn't about me. 	Grim, sad.
 	 	 	My sister is dying. Her condition takes precedence over my whining. 	Firm, resolute.
 	 	 	Good, 'cause I'm not. But we don't have much of a choice, do we? 	Sarcastic, worried.
 	 	 	This way. 	Grim. Guiding the player.
 	 	 	Hey, Mom. I'm here. I'm... staying here. We'll get through this together. 	
 	 	 	Oh god... My Abigail... Poor, sweet girl... 	Starting to cry
 	 	 	She'll learn her lesson one way or another. 	
 	 	 	So that's it, then? We're letting Abigail run off to get strung out in Casino Quarter alleys for the rest of her life? What kind of family are we?! 	Very upset
 	 	 	Hey, you. A final word? 	
 	 	 	Ey! Haven't you seen the fountain out front? In the realm of post-apocalyptic mountain living, it doesn't get much swankier than this. 	
 	 	 	Oh, but both my children gone? A mother left to languish in a cabin in the woods... I can hardly bear it. 	
 	 	 	I'm not ready to leave it behind. After this, I'm going back to Atlantic City. I hope you can understand. 	
 	 	 	I'm not ready to leave it behind. I'm also going back to Atlantic City. I hope you can understand. 	
 	 	 	You're my family, and I want you to know that I'm staying nearby so long as I'm able. 	
 	 	 	You're my parents, and with Abbie leaving, you're gonna need me more than ever. So I want you to know that I'm staying nearby so long as I'm able. 	
 	 	 	Much as I liked spoiling her, Abbie will make it on her own. I always knew she would. Too stubborn not to. 	
 	 	 	That may very well be the case. But you know how young people get. She had her mind set. Maybe this way, she'll learn a thing or two about life. 	
 	 	 	Heh. Well, I raised her, didn't I? 	
 	 	 	Uh. I guess this is it. Thanks for doing what you could. 	
 	 	 	You took the time to try and help us. A lot of time. That's more than anyone's done for me in awhile. 	
 	 	 	I just hope my sister finds the same type of kindness, out there. That's all any of us can hope for, now. 	
 	 	 	Let him go. Let them both go. This is the way the cards have fallen. 	
 	 	 	And just when I had resolved to turn things around. 	
 	 	 	And just when I need you most. 	
 	 	 	So that's how it's going to be, is it? 	Tearful and slightly angry
 	 	 	I'm sorry, Mom, but I can't do this anymore. All my life it's been about you and everyone else. 	Firm, but not resentful
 	 	 	But like this? It shouldn't be like this. It can't be. 	
 	 	 	They're adults, Evelyn. It was bound to happen someday. 	
 	 	 	What? Vincenzo, not you too. You can't do this to me. 	
 	 	 	You know, maybe she has the right idea. Staying in Atlantic City. 	Getting fed up with his parents' complaints and arguing.
 	 	 	Abbie is stronger than she knows. Even if she's on her own... she'll get through this. She has to. 	
 	 	 	If it was your sister, then- *sigh* Fine. There's no point starting an argument about this. 	
 	 	 	Doesn't want to be...? I guess I can understand that. 	
 	 	 	I guess... If that's the choice she's making. We did everything we could. Didn't we? 	
 	 	 	I... I can't believe this. I should have been there, I... Maybe I can still do something. Get the Vertibird and... but where would I find her? 	
 	 	 	This can't be. We were going to... rebuild. Have a happy family again. 	
 	 	 	Oh, it's one thing after another. I'm losing a daughter, too... 	
 	 	 	You mean she's on her own out there? 	
 	 	 	We don't know if she's dead, soon to be dead, or getting hopped up on a new supply. 	
 	 	 	What? That can't be. 	
 	 	 	What? She's dead?! 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	It's unexpected, but... I guess I'm just glad to hear she's alright. Maybe she can find something better out there. 	
 	 	 	Afraid not, honey. That's just the way it goes. 	Unhappy about how things turned out
 	 	 	This can't be. We were going to... rebuild. Have a happy family again. 	Tearful. Showing genuine love/emotion for once
 	 	 	What, so that's it? She's not even coming home to say goodbye? 	Sad, expressing it as resentment and disbelief
 	 	 	Physically, Abbie is fine. She got her cure. Mentally, the jury's out. She decided she wasn't interested in coming home. 	
 	 	 	Well, is she okay? What the hell happened? 	Starting to become panicked
 	 	 	She's not coming back, Evelyn. 	
 	 	 	Well, is my sister okay? What the hell happened? 	Starting to become panicked
 	 	 	Why don't you ask our friend here where she went? 	
 	 	 	Where is Abigail? Where is my daughter?! Antonio...? 	Demanding at first, then verging on tearful
 	 	 	Well, no need to roll out the red carpet for us, but we're back. 	Addressing the family with patriarchal confidence, but unhappy about what's happened
 	 	 	As for you, our doors are open. Least we can do in return for your assistance with family matters. 	Turning to the player
 	 	 	Maybe one of these days, we'll even have a happy hour worth inviting you to. 	
 	 	 	Phew. It, uh... feels really weird to talk about myself. 	
 	 	 	I'm glad you're doing this, Vin. I'll miss you. Really miss you. But you deserve to do what makes you happy. 	Bittersweet
 	 	 	Oh, Vincenzo, you really are all grown up. I only hope that we've spent enough time together that you won't forget me. 	Dramatic, tearful
 	 	 	You're lucky you still have the chance to return. I'd take the opportunity in a heartbeat. 	Resentful about her own career
 	 	 	Every bird flies the nest, son. If this is your time, then so be it. 	
 	 	 	You deserve to be happy too, Vin. Maybe there's an organization out here like the Munis. Somewhere you can do that kind of work again. 	
 	 	 	You'll always have a home here, Vinny. You know that. 	
 	 	 	Oh, don't frighten us like that! You had us all holding our breath just to say that nothing's changing. 	
 	 	 	I felt guilty for thinking about them when everyone needed me here. I even thought about going back. 	
 	 	 	About what going home would be like without all of you in it. And... I don't want that life. 	
 	 	 	I don't know if I've ever actually had to chance to express it before, but that work meant a lot to me. 	
 	 	 	Helping people, making a difference that doesn't just get washed away by the next problem. 	
 	 	 	I, uh... actually have something I want to talk to you all about. 	
 	 	 	This has been on my mind for awhile. Ever since we came to Appalachia, I've... missed working with the Munis. 	Feels guilty to admit this
 	 	 	I know this has been a roller coaster. Having you looking in from the outside... It shed light on a lot of things. But I'm hopeful for the future. 	
 	 	 	Oof. Don't propose that to Evelyn. 	
 	 	 	Quite the Samaritan answer. You and Vin must get along well. 	
 	 	 	Speaking of which, why don't you come join the festivities? 	
 	 	 	Ey, not in front of the guest! 	
 	 	 	You've grown charismatic with age, Abigail. If only I could say the same for your father. 	Playful fun, not resentful
 	 	 	Mom, all your sides are your "good side." 	
 	 	 	You don't need a big audience to be a star, Mom. I love hearing you sing. 	
 	 	 	Goodness, I don't think we've spent this much time in the same room in ages! 	
 	 	 	It's certainly a welcome change. Everyone, please shift to the left if you can. It's my good side. 	
 	 	 	Oh, you're right of course. 	
 	 	 	Oh, that's no fun at all. If I can't be a star again, at least let me party like one. 	
 	 	 	Er... Let's take it easy on the substances for awhile. 	
 	 	 	Thank goodness. We're all due for some relaxation now that this is through. Would you like a toast, Abigail? 	
 	 	 	Yeah, Vin. I'm back. Really back. 	
 	 	 	Thank God. Does he mean it, Abs? 	
 	 	 	Well, no need to roll out the red carpet for us, but we're back. The Devil coughed up his cure, and Abbie's right as rain. 	
 	 	 	What, you asking me? I don't know how anything turns out any way! 	
 	 	 	The one thing I do know is what Blood does to you. How it takes you to another place... a wonderful place. 	
 	 	 	Why would anyone wanna come down from there? There's no point in anything if you do. 'Specially not if no one cares about you. 	
 	 	 	So for Abbie... I-I guess she had enough of the pain. Right? 	
 	 	 	Y-You mean Vinny? Oh, he's gonna be heartbroken. Seems to really care about her. But them's the breaks, huh? *nervous laugh* 	
 	 	 	I gotta get back to cooking Blood. Get out of here before you get me in trouble! 	
 	 	 	Be grateful you can walk away from this. Maybe even learn something from it. Avoid making the same mistakes I did. 	
 	 	 	But hey, I'm just some old guy, right? It's your life to foul up as you please. 	
 	 	 	Prepare yourself for hysterics. 	
 	 	 	Well, that's that, then. She's made up her mind. My wife and son won't be happy about it. You're coming with me to break the news. 	
 	 	 	Cut the crap, Abbie. You've had your tantrum, and it's time to move past this. Abbie! God damn it. 	Yells after Abbie as she walks away
 	 	 	I already told you, Dad. I'm staying here. There's just... to much to let go of. 	
 	 	 	I need to get away from all this and start fresh. I'm sorry, but... this is goodbye. 	
 	 	 	Now, you ready to let go of all this and head home? 	
 	 	 	Heh. That's for sure. 	
 	 	 	I'll see you there. Don't take too long, okay? 	
 	 	 	Thank you. It means a lot to me. 	
 	 	 	Would you, um... meet us there? You've been with us the whole way, so it wouldn't feel right to part ways here. I'm sure Vin wants to thank you, too.	
 	 	 	Yeah, Dad. I'm ready. 	
 	 	 	You ready to go home now, kiddo? 	
 	 	 	Anything for you, Abbie. It better prove to you that I'm here for you. 	
 	 	 	You've got this all mixed up, Abbie. Of course I want you to live! What do you think I came all the way back here for? 	
 	 	 	Why do you think I gunned down the actual Devil, in the flesh? I don't know what else I could possibly do to get through to you. 	
 	 	 	But I guess a lot of people do. 	Happy yet sentimental.
 	 	 	But I guess some people do. Even if it's not Dad's first priority. 	
 	 	 	I should be thanking you the most. Without you, I'd still be... Well, I don't want to think about what might have happened to me. 	
 	 	 	We've got the sample. You need to come back to the lab. 	Firm, demanding.
 	 	 	You, me. Atlantic City. 	Firm, determined.
 	 	 	ME giving YOU attitude? This is exactly what I'm talking about. And you know what? I'm done too. 	Fed up
 	 	 	It should have come at a better time, but... I'm planning to go back to work with the Munis. 	
 	 	 	And what is that supposed to mean? Your sister's run off to God knows where, and you're still giving me that attitude? 	
 	 	 	Alright, alright, family meeting's over. 	Amusedly changing the subject
 	 	 	You know you love it. 	
 	 	 	Yeah, maybe a little too good. Don't you think, honey? 	Affectionately making fun of his wife's chattiness
 	 	 	Oh, you'll get better with practice. I certainly did. 	
 	 	 	Hey, kid. I need a word with you. 	Beckoning the player over to talk to him.
 	 	 	How many of these things do we need to scatter?! My legs ain't what they used to be, kid. 	Getting tired and annoyed.
 	 	 	Eugh. I know pheromones are supposed to attract, but if I was a Devil, I would personally be pretty repelled. 	Disgusted by smelling the Jersey Devil pheromones.
 	 	 	So how big do you think this thing is? Think I could take him? 	Making small talk with the player about the Jersey Devil.
 	 	 	Here Jersey Devil! Here boy! Pssh, pssh. 	Acting like he's calling a cat over.
 	 	 	Could make a Pine Barrens-scented candle out of those pheromones. 	Making a sarcastic joke to the player.
 	 	 	God, I was hoping you wouldn't find me... 	Sad.
 	 	 	Abbie! There you are! 	Exclaiming in relief at having found his daughter.
 	 	 	You're back! One, two, three, four...And you have all your limbs! Ex-exceeding expectations again, I see! 	Happy, relieved. Counting how many limbs the player has.
 	 	 	Oh, a witness! Good! I mean, hello again! 	Pleasantly surprised to see the player.
 	 	 	R-right. I forgot how g-generous you are, Antonio. 	Disappointed, pretending to be grateful out of fear.
 	 	 	Sure there will. You'll get the gift of continuing to live! The greatest gift of all. 	Sarcastic, annoyed.
 	 	 	Right, uh, when...Will there be a reward involved? Possibly some Blood? 	Hopeful, antsy.
 	 	 	When you help. Not if. 	Firm, annoyed.
 	 	 	S-so, if I help with this- 	Hesitant.
Category:America's Playground dialogue files
Category:America's Playground dialogue files