# | SCENE | DIALOGUE BEFORE | RESPONSE TEXT | DIALOGUE AFTER | ABXY |
1 | MS07cEddieWinterHolotape0 (Eddie Winter holotape 0) | | Message to Aleksandr Strelnikov | | A1a |
2 | | {slight pause before "profession"} My esteemed Mister Strelnikov. I know someone of your profession values discretion above all else. But I have I to honestly say... fuck that! | | A1b |
3 | | I mean, come on! 1 bullet, from halfway across town, and you blew Ron Trevio's head clean off. You, sir, are an artist! | | A1c |
4 | | Are all the assassins from Russia as good as you? I seriously doubt it. But listen. Your secret's safe with me. | | A1d |
5 | | Eddie Winter, signing off | | A1e |
6 | MS07cEddieWinterHolotape1 (Eddie Winter holotape 1) | Player Default: I coulda got a 9 year-old from the projects to do it. But no. In the interest of Irish/Italian relations, I give the job to you. | So what happens? Nothing. Nothing happens. You sit on your fat ass dribbling cannoli cream onto onto your third chin. | | A1a |
7 | | You watch. You WATCH the uniform blow months of planning, all in two minutes. Congratulations, Johnny. You got me. | | A1b |
8 | | You and your pals sure put the screws to old Eddie Winter. You should tell this funny story to your little girl, when you tuck her in at night. | | A1c |
9 | | In that corner bedroom, upstairs, pink wallpaper, little house on Prince Street. Ha ha. | | A1d |
10 | | Eddie Winter, signing off | | A1e |
11 | | Message to Johnny Montrano | | A1a |
12 | | Johnny, Johnny, Johnny. You fat, lazy piece of shit. I knew, I KNEW this arrangement was too good to be true. | | A1b |
13 | | Let's join forces with the North End! Bury the hatchet, work mutually against a common enemy! Well you put the nail in that coffin, huh boy-o? | | A1c |
14 | | What did you have to do, Johnny? Huh? What was your job? Sit in your car, on the corner. Keep your eyes open. | | A1d |
15 | | If you see a uniform, you get out, walk down the street, knock on the door, and let the fellas know there's trouble coming. Easy as pie, right? | | A1e |
16 | | I coulda got a 9 year-old from the projects to do it. But no. In the interest of Irish/Italian relations, I give the job to you. | Player Default: So what happens? Nothing. Nothing happens. You sit on your fat ass dribbling cannoli cream onto onto your third chin. | A1f |
17 | MS07cEddieWinterHolotape2 (Eddie Winter holotape 2) | | Message to Robert Cooper | | A1a |
18 | | You did good, Bobby. The wife and girl won't be saying anything. No worries. | | A1b |
19 | | Hell, once those fat life insurance checks start rolling in, Mrs. Montrano will wish her fat slob of a husband had eaten that bullet 5 years ago. | | A1c |
20 | | As for what happens next - up to you. Beach, sub shop, car yard - doesn't matter where he ends up. | | A1d |
21 | | So long as Johnny senior never finds out what happened to his little meatball, we're set. | | A1e |
22 | | Eddie Winter, signing off | | A1f |
23 | MS07cEddieWinterHolotape3 (Eddie Winter holotape 3) | | Message to Robert Cooper | | A1a |
24 | | Bobby, we discussed this. You hooking up with your step sister is your own frigging business. But you talk in your sleep. | | A1b |
25 | | Look, maybe you babble about baseball. Or sing show tunes. | | A1c |
26 | | Or could be you chat about those 3 bodies Colin O'Malley dumped in the sand trap of Arlington Greens. | | A1d |
27 | | You want to take that chance? I know I don't. Sorry, Robert. The's girl's gotta go. | | A1e |
28 | | Eddie Winter, signing off | | A1f |
29 | MS07cEddieWinterHolotape4 (Eddie Winter holotape 4) | | Message to Claire Pozinski | | A1a |
30 | | Dinner tonight. Me, you and Arthur Black. Reservations are for 7 at the Cornerstone Grille. | | A1b |
31 | | Don't worry, I'll make sure Arthur's on his best behavior. No stabbing the waiter for a fucked up drink order, like what happened in Charlestown. | | A1c |
32 | | Love you. | | A1d |
33 | | Eddie Winter, signing off | | A1e |
34 | MS07cEddieWinterHolotape5 (Eddie Winter holotape 5) | | Message to Sal Barsconi | | A1a |
35 | | You and I clearly need to talk. About Danvers, about the Montrano mess, about everything. | | A1b |
36 | | I think we'd both agree that our attempts to improve North/South relations have been a complete failure. | | A1c |
37 | | Look, I take full responsibility for the behavior of my guys. I expect you to do the same for that fuckwit Montrano. | | A1d |
38 | | But what happened in Danvers? I hardly know what to say. Your people turned that theater into a slaughterhouse. | | A1e |
39 | | Those people are dead on your orders. Not mine. And for no conceivable reason I can see. | | A1f |
40 | | So let's meet. Just the 2 of us. Talk it all out. You name the time and place. | | A1g |
41 | | Eddie Winter, signing off | | A1h |
42 | MS07cEddieWinterHolotape6 (Eddie Winter holotape 6) | | Message to Charlotte Wen | | A1a |
43 | | My Dear Ms. Wen. I hope you're well. After our little joint venture this past May, you should be. | | A1b |
44 | | If memory serves correctly, that palette of Buffout earned you a small fortune, and Wu Li 8 years in the state correctional facility. | | A1c |
45 | | So I got to thinking - why not do it again. We both love the same things: money, and destroying people who get in our way. | | A1d |
46 | | Together, we'll outmaneuver them all. Boston will be ours for the taking. | | A1e |
47 | | Let them player checkers. We'll play chess. | | A1f |
48 | | Eddie Winter, signing off | | A1g |
49 | MS07cEddieWinterHolotape7 (Eddie Winter holotape 7) | | Message to Buster Connolly | | A1a |
50 | | Nice piece you did on the monorail construction project. "Heaven's Highway - Devil's Doing." Cute. | | A1b |
51 | | But I think you give organized crime too much credit. The various Boston families coming together to fund a public works project? Please. | | A1c |
52 | | Clearly you've never sat down to dinner with these guys. They can barely agree on an appetizer. And ain't nobody jumping to pick up the check. | | A1d |
53 | | The bosses had their hands in the honey pot, sure. But nowhere near the level you were suggesting. | Player Default: You did get one thing right, though - Safety Inspector Alice Lansky was killed. They'll never find her, cause there's nothing left. | A1e |
54 | Player Default: The bosses had their hands in the honey pot, sure. But nowhere near the level you were suggesting. | You did get one thing right, though - Safety Inspector Alice Lansky was killed. They'll never find her, cause there's nothing left. | | A1a |
55 | | After he bashed her brains in with one of those giant wrenches, Vinnie "The Crackers" Vannucci dissolved her body in a barrel of hydrochloric acid. | | A1b |
56 | | So write your follow-up. Then feel free to tell the cops that the murder weapon is hanging on the wall in Vannucii's Garage, on 4 Prince Street. | | A1c |
57 | | Eddie Winter, signing off | | A1d |
58 | MS07cEddieWinterHolotape8 (Eddie Winter holotape 8) | | Message to Rodrigo Palomar | | A1a |
59 | | Okay, my friend. I thought about it, and I've reached a decision on the Fallon's job. | | A1b |
60 | | Your cut is exactly what you deserve. 0 dollars. Zilch. You heard me right. You get nothing. | | A1c |
61 | | Yes, you cracked the safe, and yes, we got the diamonds. But you also tripped the alarm. Mackie got pinched, and that is entirely your fault. | | A1d |
62 | | Now, when he gets out, Mackie's going to want your head on a platter. I'm going to give him your share instead. I'd say you're getting off easy. | | A1e |
63 | | Eddie Winter, signing off | | A1f |
64 | MS07cEddieWinterHolotape9 (Eddie Winter holotape 9) | | Message to Claire Pozinski | | A1a |
65 | | Time to start thinking about vacation. How do 6 weeks in Ireland sound to you? Dublin, Galway Bay, Waterford. | | A1b |
66 | | Maybe a week in that little bed and breakfast in Kilkenny? | | A1c |
67 | | And no, don't worry, we do not have to take my cousin Steven with us. Let him get out of the country on his own. | | A1d |
68 | | I told him to threaten that cop - not blast him in the face with a shotgun. He can rot in that abandoned fishery down at Union Wharf, for all I care. | | A1e |
69 | | Love you. | | A1f |
70 | | Eddie Winter, signing off | | A1g |
71 | MS07cToClaireHolotape (To Claire) | | Claire, it's me. Eddie. It's been too long, I know. But I'm okay. We're okay. I know it's weird, me disappearing just when the heat died down. | | A1a |
72 | | But there's a reason. What we talked about. It's happening, soon. Bombs, missiles, I don't know what. But the end is coming. | | A1b |
73 | | I can't even tell you how much I paid my Army Intelligence friend for this info. So I guess me building that shelter was a smart idea after all huh? | | A1c |
74 | | But look, baby. There is... one more thing. The reason I haven't been around for awhile. | | A1d |
75 | | You know those idiot brothers at Wicked Shipping? The ones smuggling the radioactive material? I put the screws to 'em. Got some of the stuff. | | A1e |
76 | | I've been working with this doctor in East Boston. Guy's a fucking genius. Listen, I know it sounds crazy... but he had this theory... | | A1f |
77 | | The right kind of radiation exposure, at the right amounts... it can change human cells. Mutate them. Baby... I can live forever. | | A1g |
78 | | Yeah, I know... It could kill me. I'm willing to chance it. But I can't risk losing you. So I'm the guinea pig. And I've been getting... treatments. | | A1h |
79 | | But don't worry. I'm fine. More than fine. I feel great. Amazing, even. I think this crazy shit's really working. | | A1i |
80 | | Eventually, this war will blow over. And when it does, I'm gonna walk out into Boston and pick up where I left up. I'm gonna own the future. | | A1j |
81 | | I'm assuming you'll be dead by then, of course, but let's not dwell on the negative. | | A1k |
82 | | So look. You come to the sub shop tomorrow night. You and I will go into the shelter together, seal it up, and wait for big kaboom. | | A1l |
83 | | Just, ahh... You might want to prepare yourself a little. Mentally and such. I look a little... different now. But love is only skin deep, right? | | A1m |