Boss: Mary-Beth Williams
Characters: 8-Ball, Mary-Beth Williams, The Truth
Gangs: Bears, Haitians
Location: Mary-Jo's Place, Little Havana, VC Mainland, Vice City
Reward: $800
Unlock Missions: Loan Shark (Mary-Beth), Drunk my Drug (Truth)
Objectives:
* Drive Truth to a Haitian house, so Truth can sell his drugs.
* Drive Truth to his hideout in Downtown (which is the Shukmole Shack from)
Script:
(Mary-Beth is smoking some pot)
8-Ball: Uhhh, Beth?
Mary-Beth: Heeeey, Baaaaalll man! Hey, pssst, ball man?
8-Ball: What?
Mary-Beth: I'm smoking pot!
8-Ball: No shit, and why are you whispering at me?
Mary-Beth: I dunno. Oh, Ball. I want you to meet a friend of mine. Truth?!
8-Ball: Who's Truth?
The Truth: Ah, hello, friend!
8-Ball: Oh hello, Truth.
Truth: I'm the Truth.
8-Ball: Yeah, I know that.
Truth: You must be, Balls, Beth is talking about.
8-Ball: It's 8-Ball, actually.
Truth: Nice to meet you fellow citizen of the peaceful world! Do you work for the government?
8-Ball: Hell no, man! I'm a member of the Leone Family. Well, actually they just pay me to look after them, I'm not really a Leone.
Truth: Another Liberty City mafia, huh? Just like the Sindacco Family. Listen, friend. Sit down, near Beth.
Mary-Beth: Yeah, honey! Sit next to your ol girlfriend, Beth!
8-Ball: Girlfriend?
Mary-Beth: Yeah, aren't I?
8-Ball: Not really.
Mary-Beth: *Laughs* Of course you are, silly!
8-Ball: Look, Truth. I think I'm better off standing, alright?
Truth: Well how about some weed?
8-Ball: Naw, I don't do drugs.
Truth: Another no-drugger huh? I know someone who lives in Los Santos, San Andreas that don't do drugs either.
8-Ball: Are you a hippy?
Truth: What the hell do I look like to you? Just a hobo on the street? Anyways I have a seller in Little Haiti. He's gonna get as high as me one day. You will too. Come with me downstairs. Don't forget to say 'goodbye' to your girlfriend.
(they're walking down)
8-Ball: She's not actually my.....
Mary-Beth: See ya around, baby! *blows kiss*
8-Ball: Ugh.
(outside)
Truth: Behold! The Mother Ship! That's my van you're seeing friend!
8-Ball: Nice van, Truth!
Truth: You drive.
8-Ball: Alright. Wait, what?
(inside)
8-Ball: Damn, Truth! How much weed do you have back there?
Truth: 120 pounds, 8-Ball!
8-Ball: Seriously?
Truth: I keep most of it in the car, in case I have to travel. I traveled here to Vice City from San Andreas. My old friend Carl Johnson told me I needed a vacation.
8-Ball: Who's Carl Johnson?
Truth: A man that helped me a lot back at San Andreas. But enough of him. Tell me about you.
8-Ball: Well I used to own 8-Ball's Bombshop, until....
Truth: Forget it, I'm not instructed. Just drive.
(at the house)
Truth: What do you mean mah weed is bad? WHOA don't aim that thing at a man of peace! AAAAH!
(runs back in the car)
Truth: DRIVE NOW!
8-Ball: Where?
Truth: OUTTA HERE!
(out of Little Haiti)
Truth: Phew, thanks fellow traveler!
8-Ball: Where do you want me to drop you and your van off?
Truth: I own a shack at Downtown across the street from the Biker's bar.
8-Ball: A'right.
(at the shack)
Truth: Thank you, peace-keeper! Come back here if you want to do more work for me.
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