Mob believer/Dialogue

==AC_MQ03_HonorBound==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Helping the family out? That's dangerous work... Hope you're being safe about it. 	
 	 	 	Not a bad instinct. Happy to have the extra body. 	
 	 	 	Pop... So he's not totally gone. That's reassuring. Or upsetting. Haven't decided yet, and don't have time to. 	
 	 	 	The Family? Steer clear of them, Vin. They're trouble. 	
 	 	 	What has you looking for those gangsters, anyway? Your new friend here drag you into this? 	
 	 	 	Hah! I like that attitude. 	
 	 	 	Oh, it's you! Who were you, again? 	
 	 	 	So what did Pop have to say? Anything comprehensible? 	
 	 	 	Okay, now that we're here, it's time to find Sloane. 	
 	 	 	She used to patrol this area, said if I ever needed help to head this way and she'd find me. 	
 	 	 	Always nice to see some friendly faces, though I don't recognize yours. 	
 	 	 	Hey, you! Yeah, you! You're gonna come over here and settle an argument for us. We was just about to take our lunch break, but I ain't leaving until we figure this out.	
 	 	 	Tell this guy it's real. 	
 	 	 	You're back! That was incredible, what did you find? 	
 	 	 	We used to use pipes like these to pump the water out of buildings and go hunting for salvage. 	
 	 	 	But couldn't we reverse the flow, and use the pressure to flush the Family out? 	
 	 	 	With the right adjustments, we can blast enough water inside to take out any guards and create some kind of opening. 	
 	 	 	H-Hey, look, I just work here, okay? I don't want any more trouble. Take what you want, but don't hurt me! 	
 	 	 	We did it... The plan worked! 	
 	 	 	So, you going to follow in Vinny's footsteps and come with? 	
 	 	 	Phew. That brought back some memories. 	
 	 	 	It's real! 	
 	 	 	I heard your "work" from out here. Not how I would have done it, but impressive nonetheless. I hope you have something to show for your violence? 	
 	 	 	Look, I can't just give out classified info... You'll have to make me an offer better than the kneecaps I'll lose for telling you. 	
 	 	 	How did I not see it? Pop... 	
 	 	 	It's nice to know I haven't lost my touch. 	
 	 	 	Really? Then we were right! I can hardly believe it! 	
 	 	 	I think I know the building you're talking about. 	
 	 	 	We received reports of people slinking around that area, but it's so full of Overgrown that I dismissed the idea out of hand. 	
 	 	 	That was dumb of me... Let's head that way, see what's there. Maybe we can sneak inside. 	
 	 	 	I need proof, or I ain't budging. 	
 	 	 	Whoa, what? You mean what I saw was commie money? 	
 	 	 	That's no way to win an argument! 	
 	 	 	What in the--? Let me see that! 	
 	 	 	Well I'll be damned! Is this some kind of trick? No... it is real! 	
 	 	 	Unbelievable. You just walk into someone else's conversation and side with this instigator? 	
 	 	 	There's no way the two-dollar bill ever existed. What would you even use it for? We don't have a two-cap cap, do we? There's no need! 	
 	 	 	See! What'd I tell ya! 	
 	 	 	The two-dollar bill! 	
 	 	 	Missing the good old days? 	
 	 	 	I don't miss the danger. But it does feel good to be a Muni again, even as a fill-in. 	
 	 	 	Hmm, worth a shot. 	
 	 	 	We'll hang back and keep watch from this direction. Good luck! 	
 	 	 	Whoa, you sure? The Family doesn't always respond well to reason. 	
 	 	 	That sounds... extreme. 	
 	 	 	Hey, let's not turn this into a blood feud with the Family if we can help it, alright? 	
 	 	 	These pumps are finicky. We'll need to turn the valves in the right order to reverse the flow. 	
 	 	 	The valves are marked with their numbers. I think the order should be: three, two, four, one. Can you remember that? 	
 	 	 	I've needed a breather for years. But we're too close to our goal. Let's keep going. 	
 	 	 	*sigh* Okay, concentrate... Back to business. 	
 	 	 	Let's start over. It's three, two, four, one. 	
 	 	 	No, that's not quite right. 	
 	 	 	Now that you mention it, we did have an incident once where a newbie mixed up the valve order and blasted a bunch of Overgrown to kingdom come... 	
 	 	 	Now we just need to look around and see if there's a cure stashed here somewhere. 	
 	 	 	Before we do, though, tell me something. Once we're past all this, do you think I should come back here? Leave the business, try and return to my old life? 	
 	 	 	Seems like we owe my father another visit. Senile or not, we have to get him to cough up some info if we want to save Abbie. 	
 	 	 	I guess it is. It's just hard to come to terms with that. I chose a different path, after all. 	
 	 	 	I never saw myself as someone who would drop everything to 'follow his dream.' It just never seemed realistic. 	
 	 	 	When my family came begging, I went back to them. It just seemed like the right thing to do. I always want to do what's right. 	
 	 	 	I'm just not sure what that is right now. 	
 	 	 	Which is why I never considered it an option. 	
 	 	 	I'm Mr. Dependable, and I take pride in that. I tend the bar, I keep the books, I look after my little sis. 	
 	 	 	It's just... Being here, doing what I love again... It's really made me reconsider, you know? 	
 	 	 	Whoa! That did it! Let's get in there and clear out what's left! 	
 	 	 	You know I'd love to have you back, Vin. But Abbie comes first. 	
 	 	 	That's what I keep telling myself. But there's a part of me that still thinks I did wrong by you. 	
 	 	 	They're your family, Vin. You did the right thing. 	
 	 	 	You're pulling my leg. There's no way... 	
 	 	 	I'm telling you, it's real! I've seen it with my own two eyes. 	
 	 	 	We made it. Thanks, Vin, you held up pretty well after your hiatus. 	
 	 	 	Alright, I saw some of my cadets head down the road past your makeshift landing pad. Head over there and help out anyone you can find. 	
 	 	 	Vin and I will take our own path and help out the rest. Meet us up the road closer to City Hall when you're done. 	
 	 	 	I have a hunch about where we can find that warehouse of yours. 	
 	 	 	Good luck. 	
 	 	 	You really must be new here. Think plants, but mutants. 	
 	 	 	They creep over everything and everyone, devouring it all. Their spores infect things and turn them into mindless drones. 	
 	 	 	They've always been out there in the Pine Barrens, ever since the war. 	
 	 	 	It's our job to keep them out of the city proper so the people here can enjoy the lives they've made for themselves. 	
 	 	 	Trust me, this is the right way to go about this. 	
 	 	 	Abbie's stable for the moment, but these Munis could be dying this very minute. And the search could take days without Sloane's help. 	
 	 	 	You sound even more determined than Vin does. 	
 	 	 	And what about you? You as good a Samaritan as Mr. Russo here? 	
 	 	 	Listen, you're our best bet for finding that warehouse. Let us help you. Together we can find your squad faster, and then you can repay the favor. 	
 	 	 	Vin... I'm so sorry. 	
 	 	 	You know I want to help, but first I've got my own problem to solve. 	
 	 	 	I'm only out this way because my squad got scattered fighting Overgrown nearby. I'm still missing a lot of my people. 	
 	 	 	I need to find them, but there's a lot of ground to cover. 	
 	 	 	Abbie's on Devil's Blood. We're here trying to find an antidote. 	
 	 	 	I know the mob moves in and out of the district. Don't ask me how. 	
 	 	 	It's the perfect place to hide chems. Tucked in a dangerous part of town away from their precious casino, out of the spotlight. 	
 	 	 	If they do have a warehouse here, maybe we can find a lead on a cure. Please, I need your help. 	
 	 	 	Oh really? And what exactly is this "problem," Vin? 	
 	 	 	Helping Abbie? What does Abbie have to do with those lowlifes? 	
 	 	 	A "cure?" I hope that doesn't mean what I think it means. 	
 	 	 	Abbie... My daughter... 	
 	 	 	Er... Isn't she great? So smart, she can do anything. 	Close to breaking character
 	 	 	Abbie, darling... Such a strong child... 	
 	 	 	Damn! Some father... 	
 	 	 	No, it's not his fault. It's just... I wish he could be here for us right now. 	
 	 	 	Hey, I'm not one of them! Not anymore... 	
 	 	 	Hang in there, Abbs. 	Abbs = Abbie, his sister
 	 	 	Of course we can trust her. Do you think I'd put my sister's life in her hands if we couldn't? 	
 	 	 	Before I moved to Appalachia with my family, I spent some time "away." 	
 	 	 	I left the family business and joined the municipal government. Sloane was my colleague. 	
 	 	 	I wanted to make something more of my life. The Munis help the people of Atlantic City rather than exploiting them. 	
 	 	 	Sloane is a good person. I'm sure she won't lead us astray. 	
 	 	 	Sloane's a friend, a former colleague. She works for the city, doing "street cleaning." 	
 	 	 	Oh, it's not what you're probably thinking -- she's a monster hunter. She and her crew take care of any Overgrown that slip into town from the Pine Barrens. 	
 	 	 	She kills things. Bad things, like Overgrown, mind you. You'll get along great. 	
 	 	 	Alright, let's see if she still knows my whistle... 	
 	 	 	*whistles* 	
 	 	 	Alright, we'll need to borrow that Vertibird of yours again. I'm coming with you this time. 	
 	 	 	We'll fly into downtown and I'll get us in contact with an old friend of mine familiar with the rumors. She'll know where to go from there. 	
 	 	 	Well... Yeah, it's a stretch, I'll grant you. But it's a starting point. 	
 	 	 	That's right, it's a lead. It could come to nothing, but it's worth a shot. 	
 	 	 	Better than twiddling our thumbs while Abbie wastes away. 	
 	 	 	Glad you agree. I know it's a long shot, but it gives us a starting point. 	
 	 	 	I remember he would take 'business trips' to the city center. That's government territory, so it always struck me as out of character. 	
 	 	 	He told us he had a warehouse there. Never said what it was for, and I never found out, either. 	
 	 	 	If he really was involved with Devil's Blood, though, maybe that place has something to do with it? 	
 	 	 	Maybe the Family is keeping stock there? Even an antidote, if we're lucky? 	
 	 	 	Hey, that's my sister you're talking about! 	
 	 	 	I am not going to give up so easily! 	
 	 	 	Yeah, I'm sure. That chem is much too strong. It's taken more lives than I can count. We can't afford to give her a drop more. 	
 	 	 	Well, I've been trying to remember anything Dad may have told me about his... 'job' back in the day, and something came to mind. 	
 	 	 	I agree... Ever since Abbie mentioned Pop, I've been racking my brain, trying to remember anything he might have told me. 	
 	 	 	If he won't help us, we'll need more of a Hail Mary. 	
 	 	 	Damn! Some father... 	
 	 	 	Ugh, sorry. It's not his fault, I know, I just wish he was here for us right now. 	
 	 	 	Why's it so damn cold in here? Turn up the heat! 	
 	 	 	Abbie? In trouble? She... I... If only I could have... 	Very close to breaking character
 	 	 	Erhm... If only I could have, er, spent more time with her... 	
 	 	 	Off a rocker? I don't have a rocker. Left it in Atlantic City. 	
 	 	 	Hey, don't be so hard on yourself! I know a lot, but I've been around a long time. 	
 	 	 	It's fake! 	
 	 	 	Yeah, get outta here! 	
 	 	 	Hmm... This raises more questions. Let's go eat. I think better when I eat. 	
 	 	 	Thanks, stranger. 	
 	 	 	I told you. No real American would put up with such a thing. 	
 	 	 	I told you so! Now let's get some grub, I'm starving. 	
 	 	 	Proof! I need physical proof! 	
 	 	 	Hey, you don't want to take this seriously? Then beat it! 	
 	 	 	What!? Prove it to me! 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	And this moron thinks it does! 	
 	 	 	You might be a bigger smart aleck than my friend here, pal. Now where do you really land on this? 	
 	 	 	Allegedly. 	
 	 	 	That's right. This moron doesn't think it exists. 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	Oh, very funny chucklehead. So which one is it, then? 	
 	 	 	Money! A denomi- a deno- er, it's prewar money! 	
 	 	 	Ahaha! That's what you get for pulling a stranger into this. 	
 	 	 	Good on you, stranger. Didn't even have to hear about a two-dollar bill to know it makes no damn sense. 	
 	 	 	You get to be on the right side of history, how's that work for ya? 	
 	 	 	Hey! You don't even know what I'm talking about! 	
 	 	 	So how're you gonna prove it? Gonna pull one out of thin air? 	
 	 	 	It's true! 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	If you say so. But if things start going south, bail and find another way in. Fighting is a last resort. 	
 	 	 	If they're guarding a building off their usual turf, it has to be something important. But how do we get in? 	
 	 	 	Abbie... Poor girl. I hope for her sake whatever hunch you have pays off. 	
 	 	 	You should check down this alley. We've seen Family members hanging around a building down there. 	
 	 	 	I don't want a fight, so we've never pressed them on why. Could be what you're looking for. 	
 	 	 	Stay? I couldn't do that... Right? My family needs me in Appalachia. Abbie needs me. 	
 	 	 	You're right. Abbie needs our help. 	
 	 	 	Right, we need to search for that warehouse. Abbie's life depends on it. 	
 	 	 	R-Really? Are you sure? Abbie needs you... 	
 	 	 	Like I said, to help Abbie we need you. Plus I can't just leave my old comrades to die. 	
 	 	 	If you insist, I won't turn you down. But I hope you aren't doing this out of some misguided sense of guilt. 	
 	 	 	Listen, I'd wager I've known Vin a fair bit longer than you. 	
 	 	 	His family may have some skeletons in their closet, but compared to the rest of Atlantic City, Vin has the conscience of a newborn babe. 	
 	 	 	*sigh* Maybe I did. But it's too late to go back now, right? 	
 	 	 	I... *sigh* I know. That's what I tell myself every day. 	
 	 	 	I... Look, that was a private conversation, but you're doing us a huge favor here, so I guess I'll spill my guts to you, too. 	
 	 	 	Yes, I had second thoughts about leaving Atlantic City. I loved my job with the Munis. 	
 	 	 	Wading into this scummy pond water, taking the torch to endless nests of Overgrown, it was the furthest thing from my past -- and current -- life. 	
 	 	 	It had meaning. I wasn't slinging cocktails for killers, or working all night just to keep my mom's insane project in business. 	
 	 	 	I really felt like I was living, you know? Not shutting my eyes to the world outside, wishing it would all just go away. 	
 	 	 	So you can imagine I have a few regrets. 	
 	 	 	So you don't like compliments. Check. 	
 	 	 	There has to be something... Hey, what about these? 	
 	 	 	This is the building the terminal referenced. No obvious way in... 	
 	 	 	You're going to have to try. If you mess up, I'll be here to remind you. 	
 	 	 	It shouldn't be too dangerous... I don't think. 	
 	 	 	That's right. Let's have at it. 	
 	 	 	Wait, you don't think...? It's not like that. 	
 	 	 	Is it? 	
 	 	 	I know you will. I'm sorry to make you choose again, but I really do feel it would be right for you to return. 	
 	 	 	Think it through. I'll be here for you either way. 	
 	 	 	Good luck, Vin. 	
 	 	 	I knew this was coming... but I'm still not sure what to say. In my heart I'm a Muni, but I left for a reason. 	
 	 	 	My family needs me, desperately. If I'm not there for them, they'll probably devolve into raiders or ghouls or worse. And I'm only half joking. 	
 	 	 	I need to think about it. I will take it seriously, I promise. 	
 	 	 	It's a good plan, Vin, but this is the end of the line for me. 	
 	 	 	If a municipal officer got caught assaulting a gangster hideout, it could jeopardize the peace we have in Atlantic City. 	
 	 	 	Before I go, though, I want to make you an offer. I want you to come back to us when this is all through. 	
 	 	 	Curing Abbie takes precedence, I would never say otherwise, but it's clear you miss the job. 	
 	 	 	We'll take you back, I'll pull whatever strings are necessary. 	
 	 	 	What do you think? 	
 	 	 	It does sound a bit ridiculous, but I've seen it happen before. If it does work, it would also catch any guards by surprise. 	
 	 	 	That's... a risk. But if we control the pressure correctly, we should be alright. 	
 	 	 	You'll just have to trust me on execution. 	
 	 	 	Really? I thought it was kind of brilliant, myself. 	
 	 	 	Have a little faith, will you? I know it sounds... 'creative,' but it will work! 	
 	 	 	Yes! We're so close, I just know this will pay off. 	
 	 	 	Go talk to my father. I'll take care of Abbie. 	
 	 	 	See what you can get out of my father. 	
 	 	 	Good luck! 	
 	 	 	You've got this! Right? 	
 	 	 	The valve order is three, two, four, one. Got it? 	
 	 	 	Who is this? 	
 	 	 	Thanks for your help. Let's keep going. 	
 	 	 	Let's see what you can do. 	
 	 	 	Just be careful. We don't need a fight on our hands. 	
 	 	 	Let's see what Vin found. 	
 	 	 	I hope you two find what you're looking for. 	
 	 	 	Thank you! You saved my life. 	
 	 	 	Thanks! I thought I was dead meat. 	
 	 	 	My bad day got a whole lot better. Thank you. 	
 	 	 	You're a hero! 	
 	 	 	I could've taken 'em... if I'd had more ammo. 	
 	 	 	Scram, we're in the middle of somethin' here. 	
 	 	 	Was I talkin' to you? Didn't think so. 	
 	 	 	Private matter, step aside. 	
 	 	 	Don't touch the hair! 	
 	 	 	I'm feeling a bit better now, thank you... 	
 	 	 	Still a little woozy... 	
 	 	 	Devil's Blood is a real trip, isn't it? 	
 	 	 	I may need to close my eyes for a bit... 	
 	 	 	Abbie? Where did that girl scamper off to? 	
 	 	 	Did you hear that noise? 	
 	 	 	Who are you again? 	
 	 	 	Keep it down, will ya? 	
 	 	 	Oh my darling girl... I just can't bear to watch! 	
 	 	 	Vin will think of something. He's so good at that. 	
 	 	 	I just want to dance this all away! But that wouldn't be appropriate. 	
 	 	 	So we're good, yeah? 	
 	 	 	Hope you, uh, find what you're looking for. 	
 	 	 	W-Who are you? 	
 	 	 	Let's meet in Atlantic City and go from there. 	
 	 	 	Let's see what Sloane has to say. 	
 	 	 	You wanna talk, then talk to this guy. 	
 	 	 	Let's get in there! 	"There" = chem lab
 	 	 	Let's see what we can find inside. 	
 	 	 	Thanks for helping my people. I owe you one. 	
 	 	 	Find anything? 	
 	 	 	It's my life we're talking about here! I don't want to take a decision like this lightly. 	
 	 	 	I didn't before, and I won't now. It's just not who I am. 	
 	 	 	"Crap?" Is that how you see my life decisions? 	
 	 	 	I thought I could trust you to be a confidant, after all we've been through, but clearly I was mistaken. 	
 	 	 	Fine, I won't saddle you with any more of my baggage. Let's just go, and pray that we find what we're looking for. 	
 	 	 	What would you do in my position? 	
 	 	 	That's a very... blunt assessment, but I appreciate your honesty. 	
 	 	 	Maybe I need to give my own happiness priority. 	
 	 	 	I guess our being here now is evidence enough of that, isn't it? 	
 	 	 	They really do rely on me. Should I leave them in the lurch to pursue my own happiness? 	
 	 	 	*sigh* Yeah... Yeah, you're right. This is something I need to work out for myself. 	
 	 	 	Thanks for humoring me for a bit. It helps me sort through my feelings. I appreciate it. 	
 	 	 	You've given me some food for thought. Thank you. I'll sort out my own feelings later. 	
 	 	 	Now, it looks like there's another floor to this place. Let's get up there and take a look. 	
 	 	 	Well who do we have here? 	
 	 	 	Me? I'm Gene. I cook Blood for the Family. Not my first choice, but it has its perks. 	
 	 	 	Wait, why am I answering your questions? Who are you, what are you doing here? 	
 	 	 	Hey, I ain't paid for my loyalty, we all know that much. Or at least I thought we did. 	
 	 	 	A cure for Devil's Blood addiction? 	
 	 	 	T-That info is what we call 'classified.' You'll have to make me an offer better than the kneecaps I'll lose for telling you. 	
 	 	 	Yes, well, yes. But it is much better than the cinder block shoes they offered to give me as a competing 'chemist.' 	
 	 	 	And I get all the Blood I want in exchange. Which is a lot. 	
 	 	 	Oh, well, uh, look away. Just don't hurt me! 	
 	 	 	I dunno, I've had some pretty bad nightmares. Chems will do that to you. 	
 	 	 	What does this accomplish, exactly? 	
 	 	 	Whoa, whoa, whoa, okay... Point taken, point taken! 	
 	 	 	I... remember that feeling, yeah. Ugh, appeal to my soft side, why don'tcha? 	
 	 	 	That's real sad, but you know whose life is also on the line? Mine! 	
 	 	 	Caps? What am I gonna do with caps? I'm locked in a chem lab all day. 	
 	 	 	Then I guess we're done here? 	
 	 	 	Oh no, no, no. We're not leaving until we get that info. 	
 	 	 	Then make me an offer I can't refuse! 	
 	 	 	I... Ugh, you're right, you're right... It's just... 	
 	 	 	Then prove it. 	
 	 	 	They've kept you here in servitude, you don't owe them anything. Show us who you really are, and help save my sister's life. 	
 	 	 	Look, I would if I could, okay? But I can't cook an antidote for Devil's Blood. Not with what I've got here. 	
 	 	 	I only use synthetic materials. Hate to talk down my own product, but it's almost like knock-off stuff. 	
 	 	 	Wasn't always that way. In the good ol' days -- before I was caged up like a lab rat -- we used a purer, organic compound. But times change. 	
 	 	 	But if you had that organic compound, you could create an antidote? Can't we get it for you? 	
 	 	 	Well, maybe if you could get it, but good luck with that. Even I don't know where it comes from. 	
 	 	 	Only the original creator does, and he's long gone. Concerta Lombardi drove him into exile when she took power. Might have even whacked him by now. 	
 	 	 	So unless you happen to know where Tony Russo is hiding out, you aren't getting your cure. Sorry, pal. 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	Uh, no, she's talking about... 	
 	 	 	My father? 	
 	 	 	Damn it, Pop. I knew you had something to do with this. Just not what... 	
 	 	 	Wait, Tony is your dad? The mafia boss, Antonio Russo? 	
 	 	 	Oh my god, you're Vinny!? I really am losing my kneecaps. 	
 	 	 	Whoa, whoa, whoa! No can do, friend. This warehouse is off limits. Family only, capiche? 	
 	 	 	Now, we gotta settle this argument before we take our lunch break, so why don't you forget all about that and pick a side? 	
 	 	 	Damn, I messed up... 	
 	 	 	No... This ain't right... 	
 	 	 	Hey, that smarts! 	
 	 	 	Is that supposed to hurt? 	
 	 	 	Agh! You little... 	
 	 	 	Gah! 	
 	 	 	Not so smart now, are ya? 	
 	 	 	I'll have you sleepin' with the fishes! 	
 	 	 	Hey, you wanted a fight! 	
 	 	 	Why I oughta! 	
 	 	 	Oh, startin' somethin', are ya? 	
 	 	 	You wanna mess with the Family!? 	
 	 	 	Vin? Getting into trouble again, I see! 	
 	 	 	I wonder what Pop knows... 	
 	 	 	There has to be some way to help Abbie... 	
 	 	 	How to go about this...? 	
 	 	 	That was a rush. 	Just completed first combat in a while for him
 	 	 	There has to be some way to sneak inside... 	
 	 	 	Is that--? No, just another Overgrown. 	On the lookout for approaching mobsters
 	 	 	Three, two, four, one. Don't forget. 	Referring to the order the player must turn valves to solve a puzzle
 	 	 	Who the hell are you? 	Referring to Gene the chem cook
 	 	 	Hang in there, Abbs. 	Abbs = Abbie, his sister
 	 	 	Glad I came by when I did. 	
 	 	 	It'll be okay, Vin. 	
 	 	 	How do we get inside...? 	
 	 	 	Poor Abbie... 	Abbie Russo, Vin's sister, who is in trouble
 	 	 	You really gonna keep goin' on about this? 	To his companion
 	 	 	I ain't budgin'. 	Referring to his stake in the ongoing argument
 	 	 	C'mon, let's wrap this up. I'm hungry! 	Let's wrap up the argument
 	 	 	Let's just all be friends, alright? 	
 	 	 	You just go on your way and leave me to my horrible, horrible fate. 	
 	 	 	Yeah, that's... a lot to take in, isn't it? 	
 	 	 	The man created the poison that's killing his daughter. 	
 	 	 	As for the how or the why, only he knows. Though profit and power must play into it. 	
 	 	 	A defense mechanism, I suppose. Maybe he thought if he acted harmless then the Family would have no reason to pursue him to Appalachia. 	
 	 	 	Those hitmen from the Rose Room proves that wrong. 	
 	 	 	I'm not the only one who was fooled! It's not like you made any more progress than I did. 	
 	 	 	But... That's not an excuse. I should have seen through it. 	
 	 	 	With everything else going on, maybe I was just relieved I didn't have to deal with him anymore. I never was his favorite. 	
 	 	 	You're right. We need to head home and confront my father. 	
 	 	 	Do whatever it takes to make him admit he's been playing us, or dig up something that could lead to a cure. 	
 	 	 	I know this was a lot to go through, but thank you again for doing this. 	
 	 	 	I'll meet you at home when you're ready. 	
 	 	 	He... What? There's no way... 	
 	 	 	Unless... I was pretty busy... And I'd been away from home, working for the Munis for a while... 	
 	 	 	Did I just take it for granted? 	
 	 	 	Senile? Oh kid, did you really fall for that act? The man's sharp as a carving knife. 	
 	 	 	He was barkin' orders right up until he fled. Never a hint of forgetfulness -- not one! 	
 	 	 	He's been pullin' the wool over your eyes, Vin. I'm just sad to see you fell for it. 	
 	 	 	I've come to ask you a favor. Remember those reports we used to get about the Family snooping around our turf? We're here to find them. 	
 	 	 	I can't say for sure, but Pop... Well, he was in the Family. You know, the mob. The same mob that sells Devil's Blood. 	
 	 	 	Maybe he was just collecting vigorish, but -- and I really hate saying this -- I hope it was Blood related, because it could be our only lead. 	
 	 	 	What...? Oh, right. You mean caps. 	
 	 	 	Was hoping you'd have more of a heart, but fine. I'll buy whatever help I can get if it means saving Abbie. 	
 	 	 	Uh, that wasn't what I expected. 	
 	 	 	Hey, you didn't forget to bring the spare key with you, right? 	
 	 	 	Of course not. What do I look like, a moron? 	
 	 	 	You know I never wanted to be rid of you in the first place, but... yeah, I really did. 	
 	 	 	Phew. Didn't think I'd ever hear that whistle again, Vin, but it sounds as good as ever. 	
 	 	 	Thanks, Sloane. I bet you thought you were rid of my poor aim when I left the Munis. 	
 	 	 	What brings you back to AC, Vin? You bringing me a new recruit? 	
 	 	 	Ugh, enough about me. What did you find in the warehouse back there? 	
Category:America's Playground dialogue files