https://gall.dcinside.com/mgallery/board/view/?id=rsg&no=91946 https://translate.google.com https://textmechanic.com/text-tools/basic-text-tools/find-and-replace-text/ - /트레버/Trevor/ /마이클/Michael/ /\s+\(.+$// / ... /... / (When starting with Trevor) (Call Steve) Trevor: Who the fuck is this? Steve: The guy keeping you out of the gas chamber, Townley's on his way. We need to talk face to face. Steve: Warehouse off Dutch London in Banning. Trevor: Oh, we can do more than talk, my friend. ---- (When starting with Michael) (Call Steve) Michael: De Santa. Steve: That's not the name in your file, Michael. Steve Haines here. Michael: Yeah, Agent Douchebag. Hey, that poor son of bitch we grabbed for you still breathing? Steve: See for yourself. Right now. Trevor Philips is on his way to help with the debrief. Steve: Warehouse off Dutch London in Banning. Michael: Great. Sounds just like my kinda party. ---- (When you arrive at the warehouse with Trevor) Trevor: Mikey. Trevor: You gotta quit that shit, man. Michael: Yeah, I know. Trevor: I take speed mostly, and look at me, Boom. Trevor: Best shape of my life. Michael: Yeah. Trevor: Yeah, I could still take you, sugartits. Michael: That's because you're fucking deranged. Not because you're in good shape. or: Hey, why don't you stick to doing fucking crunches and feeling bad about yourself, alright, pork chop? Michael: Hey, fuck you! Trevor: You know, I'm beginning to think that's exactly what you wanna do. Michael: Yeah. Jesus.... Michael: I just said the same thing to my wife. ---- (Upon arrival at the warehouse as Michael) Trevor: Sweet Jesus. Michael: The hell are you doing? Trevor: Nothing. Michael: Are you taking a dump? Trevor: Why do you care, huh? Michael: The fuck is wrong with you? Trevor: I got abandonment issues. Trevor: I see a shrink once a week. Michael: Ah, you know, fuck you. Trevor: Yeah, well, you know. There's nothing like uh, meeting a bunch of creeps from the government in a quiet building for someone to grow balls. ---- Devin: Did you see his face that last time I popped him? (Did you see me when I was feeding that kid's face?) Devin: Boom! (Boom!) Steve: Oh, ladies! (Oh, ladies!) Trevor: God, you're an asshole. (Oh my god, damn motherfucker.) Trevor: You, you back there, I know you, but you? You I don't know. (You, behind you. I know who you are, but you don't.) Devin: Yeah, well until I see reason otherwise, why don't we just keep it that way? (Yeah, let's stay without knowing as long as there is no reason to meet.) Devin: Steve, what a pleasure, bro. Oh! (Steve, it was fun. Yufu!) Trevor: He reminds me of one of those guys you see advertising pills for middle age men that can't get erections. (Looking at that guy reminds me of the man in the ad for erectile dysfunction.) Steve: Hey, Devin Weston ... is a very good friend of mine, so why don't you watch your tongue? (Hey, Devin Weston is ... my best friend, so why don't you be careful?) Steve: 'Cause let me tell you something, that guy gets more tail than a ... than a tail catcher. (Because he knows ... he catches the tail more than others ... he's the one who catches the tail.) Trevor: I'll have to fucking remember that line. (Remember the damn words.) Trevor: You ... where did we meet? (You ... Have you ever met?) Dave: Nowhere, pal. (I haven't seen it, friend.) Trevor: Yeah we did. (No, I've seen it.) Michael: Hey, ho, what are we doing here, huh? (Hey, hey, what are you doing here, huh?) Steve: This ... (He's this guy.) Ferdinand: Please ... keep the slick bastard away from me. (Please ... tell me to go to that nasty person.) Steve: No, no. Ferdinand, he's gone, he's gone. (No, no, Ferdinand. He went. He went.) Steve: It's okay, I've got some new friends here now. (It's okay because I brought new friends.) Dave: This is Michael, and this ... (This is Michael, and this is ....) Dave: this is Trevor. (This is Trevor.) Ferdinand: No. (I do not like it.) Dave: Now our friend here, he claims he doesn't know anything. (My friend here said he didn't know anything.) Ferdinand: I don't ... I don't know anything. I don't know ... (I don't know ... I don't know anything ... I don't know ...) Ferdinand: I already told nothing. Nothing, I don't know an-an-anything. (You told me in advance. I don't know. I don't know.) Ferdinand: Please. Please. Sir. (Please ... please ...) Steve: You know about the Azerbaijanis. (You know Azerbaijani.) Ferdinand: Huh? (Yeah?) Steve: Azerbaijanis! (Azerbaijani!) Ferdinand: I do audio visual, hi-fi audio visual. (I'm installing sound equipment. It's a hi-fi audio machine.) Ferdinand: He's top man, good price, VIP. (It is installed at a good price for high-level people or VIPs.) Steve: You're fucking spy. (You're a fucking spy bastard.) Ferdinand: Oh, no, no, no, no. I'm not spies. (No, no, no, no, I'm not a spy.) Steve: And the asswipes at the Agency know this. (And the intelligence bureau turds know this too.) Steve: So i need to know, what did you tell them and what did they tell you? (So ​​what I want to know is what you said to them and what they said to you.) Ferdinand: I, I told them, I told them ... what I tell you. (I ... I said, I said, I already told you.) Steve: Uh-huh. (Hmm.) Ferdinand: What? (What is it?) (Steve attaches a heart rate monitor to Ferdinand) Ferdinand: Whoa, whoa, whoa, (Whoa, whoa, whoa.) Steve: This doesn't hurt. (This is not painful.) Ferdinand: The house in Rockford Hills. (It's at Rockford Hills.) Ferdinand: The man who owns it, he works at the consulate. (The owner of the house works at the consulate.) Ferdinand: That's all I know. (This is all I know.) Steve: That's it? (Is that all?) Ferdinand: That's it. (Yes, that's all.) Steve: We're gonna make him speak. (Make this guy open his mouth.) Ferdinand: I go. No. no, no, no ... (Now let me go .. no .. no ...) Steve: You two are gonna drive up to Rockford Hills, (You two are going to Rockford Hills,) Steve: and when we find out which man is the man with the problem you put him down. (If we find out which one is bad, you kill it.) Steve: 'cause I'm tired of these fucking nitwits at the Agency taking all the glory. (Now, I'm tired of seeing the fuck intelligence bureaucrats only take the ball.) Michael: Alright, the fuck is all this, huh? (Hey, what is all this, huh?) Trevor: I think it's a good time, buddy. (I think it will be a good time, friend.) Trevor: You know? Go for a drive. (Go drive and come.) Steve: You get to work, and uh ... I'm not here. (You start working and uh ... I'm not here.) ---- Dave: The guy's your neighbor. Caesars Place, Rockford Hills. (He lives near your house, let's go to Caesars Place in Rockford Hills.) Michael: Yeah, the more I see of your boss, the more I like him. (Yeah, your boss, the more you look, the more you like it.) Dave: I was you, I wouldn't be so critical of who others associate with. (If you were me, I wouldn't swear to the boss you work with.) Michael: So, is he going to be a problem? (So ​​is this a problem?) Dave: For sure, But there's nothing we can do about it. (Of course. But there's nothing we can do.) Dave: If something happened to him right now, I'd be right under a microscope. (If something happens to Steve, I'll be right under the microscope.) Dave: an electron microscope of bureaucratic shit, (under an buried electron microscope) Dave: and that would make it very difficult to keep old secrets. (And then it's hard to hide the old secrets.) Michael: Oh, well, boohoo for you. (Oh yeah, would you cry?) Michael: You know who else is having trouble keeping secrets, asshole? Me. After you brought Trevor in on this. (Do you know who else is having a hard time keeping secrets, motherfucker? Dave: I only brought him in after you'd put out your press release "Townley's taking scores again!" (I pulled in when you got back to the newspaper cover. "Town Lee is back again!") Dave: The Los Santos reboot. (Los Santos is in chaos.) Dave: If we didn't control the situation, and he'd unearthed this connection, then what? (What if we couldn't control the situation and the guy noticed you?) Michael: Then Trevor flips out, beheads me, kills my family ... or raises' em as his own. (Then Michael: I don't know which is worse. Anyway, any of that could happen at any time. (I don't know which one is worse, but anyway, it can happen to me anytime.) Dave: Slow down, Let's think this through. What does he know? (Let's think slowly. What does this guy know?) Michael: He knows I'm alive. He knows I got money. And, now he knows I'm working with the FIB. (I am alive, I have money, and I work with FIB.) Dave: Does he know how long you've been working with the FIB? (Do you know how long he worked with FIB?) Michael: How long? The fuck does the matter? (How much? What's the fuck that matters?) Dave: Either you were working with us before the cash depot job- you walked your crew into an ambush. (Let's say you didn't work with us, and say you robbed the bank, you led your colleagues to an ambush.) Dave: one of them spent ten years on the run, and the other landed in a Federal penitentiary ... Michael: Or? (if not?) Dave: Or we stumbled on the cash depot job, Brad went down, you went down, Trevor got away. (Or Brad and you fell when you raided your robbery, and Trevor ran away.) Dave: The FIB cut you a deal on your sick bed, faked your death, and you end up here. (While you were in the hospital, the FIB came and made a deal, deceiving you dead, and here you are.) Michael: Who's to say which of those is true? (Who will believe one of the two stories is real?) Dave: That there's any doubt probably accounts for you being alive. (Some people suspect you are alive.) Michael: Back there, Trevor made your right away, The second he saw you. (Previously, Trevor noticed you as soon as he saw you.) Dave: You remember, after the bust, I was in all the papers, I was on the evening news. (Don't you remember? After I grabbed you, I appeared in the newspaper and in the morning news.) Dave: "The man who killed Michael Townley." (The man who killed Michael Townley.) Michael: Yeah, I was quite a trophy. a good head to hang on your wall. (Yes, I was a big shot. You could stuff my head against your wall.) Dave: Back then, sure. Now now. (It was then, but not anymore.) ---- (Michael and Dave arrive on site) ---- Michael: This is bullshit. (This is a dog fucking.) Michael: This place? Davey, they been shooting the "Real Cunts of Suburbia" here the last few weeks. (Are you here, Dave? I've been filming "The Real Suburbs of the Suburbs" from a few weeks ago.) Michael: No way that's your guy. (There is no one you are looking for.) Dave: Shit. You are kidding me. I'll call Steve. (Fuck. Are you kidding? I'll call Steve.) Dave: Wrong house, This guy isn't our guy. (It's the wrong house. This is the wrong one.) Steve: Okay. Okay. Okay. Uh, you sure you don't want to silence him just to make sure? (Okay, okay, okay, uh, if you're not the right one, you're not killing me?) Dave: If we're silencing someone, we're silencing the right someone. Get me another address. (To kill someone, you have to kill the right person. Send me another address.) Dave: Hey, you want a coffee? (Hey, would you like to go for a cup of coffee?) ---- Steve: Turns out that was the wrong Azerbaijani. We need a new address from Mr. K. (It turns out that I was another Azerbaijani. I need to get a new address from Mr. K.) Steve: Choose your instrument, and go to work on him. (Choose an extension and start working.) Trevor: Where do we start, eh, buddy? (What shall I do, friend?) Ferdinand: Wait. What are you talking about, the wrong guy? No. Who do you want? (Wait a minute, what do you mean someone else? Who do you want to know?) Ferdinand: Just tell me what you want, Huh, man? Huh? Please. Look at me. Please. (Please tell me what you want. Yes? Please. Please look at me. Please.) ---- (Different texts for each torture tool.) (Torture scene) (When picking a wrench) Trevor: The anticipation is always worse. (It's bad to be scared in advance.) Trevor: You'll barely feel a thing. (You won't feel any pain.) Trevor: Where you want it? (Where do you want to beat me?) Trevor: It ain't even the biggest tool in the room. (It's not even the biggest tool in this room.) Ferdinand: Please don't hit me. (Please don't hit me.) (When hitting the knee) Trevor: I hope you're not a skier! (I hope you are not a skier!) Trevor: Watch the knee! (Watch your knees!) Trevor: Knee shot! (Knee shot (If you hit your right arm) Trevor: Dead arm. (It's a dead arm already.) Trevor: Don't flinch now! (Don't be shy!) Trevor: Take it like a man! (Please endure like a man!) Trevor: You right handed? (Are you right-handed?) (When hitting the penis) Trevor: Nutcracker! (The Nutcracker!) Trevor: Ball breaker! (Smash the balls!) Trevor: Bullseye! (Hit!) (When picking up the electric battery.) Trevor: How many volts you think they got running through these things? (Did you think about how many bolts it will take to run this?) Trevor: This'll put hair on your chest. (This will have some hair on your chest.) Trevor: Sparky, sparky. (Flash, flash,) Trevor: I'm going to level with you. This'll hurt. (I'll be honest. This will hurt.) Ferdinand: That's dangerous! You could kill me! (That's too dangerous! I could die!) (If you have been losing for a long time) Steve: He's cooked. Quit it. (It's all burned. Stop it.) Steve: We need him moderately coherent. (She should be alive.) Steve: You'll run out of juice. (Then I'm going to use the electricity.) (When the electrical advisor ends) Trevor: He went and pissed himself! (Pissing this bitch!) Trevor: Look at the chub in his pants! (Look at this bitch election!) Trevor: Oh, I think he's getting a stiffy! (I think this guy's tap is getting hard!) Trevor: You see his face when I did that? (Have you seen her face when I was upset?) (When picking up the nipper) Trevor: Tell me where to start. Are any of those teeth less useful than the others? (Tell me what to do first. Do you usually have teeth you don't use?) Trevor: Free dental work. Aren't you a lucky boy? (It's a free dental check. Do you think you're lucky?) Trevor: Now, if you open real wide, I might be able to just reach right back there and grab one of those big ones. (If you open your mouth a little, I'll catch the big guy at the back.) Trevor: You gotta be a sick fuck to want to be a dentist. (In order to become a dentist, you have to be a fucking bitch.) Trevor: I hope you've been flossing! (I hope you've flossed!) Trevor: Dentistry, as an industry, hasn't advanced in the last hundred years, Still a bunch of sadomasochist. (In terms Ferdinand: My teeth are perfect. (My teeth are perfect.) (When pulling teeth) Trevor: You ain't going to be chewing steak anytime soon. (You can't chew the steak now.) Trevor: Best way to make a mam talk, is to stop him being able to talk. (The best way to make a person want to talk is to make him speechless.) Trevor: He was a tough SOB, that little guy. (It was small but a strong kid) Ferdinand: I 'ust' ant ohh 'et out ob' ere! (I want to come over because of that girl!) (When a gas cylinder with water is selected.) Trevor: If my momma had waterboarded me more often, I wouldn't be the gun-toting psychopath you see before you now. (If my mother had tortured me more, I wouldn't have a psychopath to shoot a gun like this right now.) Trevor: This is a mental battle, my brother. You've got to convince yourself you're not gonna drown. (It's a mental battle. Friends. If you have faith, you won't drown.) Trevor: Nothing to complain about here, pal. This is totally legit. (This is nothing to complain about. It's completely legal.) Trevor: They'll be doing this shit at elementary schools in no time, It's legal, bro. Legal. (I will teach in elementary school. This is legal. It is legal.) Ferdinand: I'll panic! My heart! (I will drown! My heart will stop!) (When tortured for a long time) Steve: He's wet alright. Let up. (It's wet enough. Get up.) Steve: Let up. he might drown. (Wake up, I'll drown.) (When the water torture ends) Trevor: Help me pick this up. (Help me get this guy up.) Ferdinand: I thought I was dead ... Ferdinand: I can breathe! (I can't breathe!) Ferdinand: That was a torture! (I was just an advisor!) Ferdinand: I'm alive! (Live!) Trevor: Like it never happened. (It happened like nothing happened.) Ferdinand: I wish it never happened. (I wish I didn't have anything) Trevor: It was all a dream. (It was all a dream.) Ferdinand: It's a nightmare! (It was a nightmare!) Trevor: Today's lesson is about government regulation. (Today's lecture was government regulation.) ---- (If Ferdinand fainted while tortured.) Trevor: I guess our interrogation techniques were a little too advanced. (Perhaps our interrogation skills seemed to have improved a bit.) Trevor: Hasn't this man done enough for national security? (Isn't it necessary to send this even if it threatens national security?) Trevor: He looks so peaceful sleeping there. I don't wanna wake him. (I think I fell asleep so peacefully. I hate to wake up.) (When using an adrenaline syringe) Trevor: I'm taking a shot of this after him. (I want to get this guy shot, too. Trevor: Here goes. (Take it here.) Trevor: We're outta shots. No more second chance. (There is no syringe, so this is the last shot.) Trevor: All outta shots. Next time you die for real. (The syringe is over. Next time, I can die.) Ferdinand: Where am I? (Where are you?) Ferdinand: The light! Let me go to it! (I could see the light! I just let it go!) (If you don't use an adrenaline syringe and you feel good) Steve: Now hold on, hold on, wh-what the fuck, hold on. (Wait a minute. Wait, what. What the fuck ... wait.) Steve: Forget it. (Forget it.) Steve: He's fucking dead. (Your baby is dead.) Trevor: Oh yeah, poor, bastard, man. (Oh yeah, poor child.) Steve: You are a fucking moron. (This fucking asshole bitch.) Trevor: Whoa. (Whoa.) Trevor: Hey, I just spent the past few hours torturing a seemingly innocent guy to death, and I don't even know why I did it. (Hey, I've been tortured someone who seems innocent for hours without knowing why.) Trevor: So dose that make me a fucking moron? (Is that why I'm an asshole?) Steve: You're going down, punk. (You're going to be lagging soon.) Steve: At the exact moment I get bored with you, your little racket ... will end. (When you're just tired ... your life will be over.) Trevor: Yeah, you love those fucking tough guy lines don't ya huh? (Yeah, it's good because you just spit out the fucking words?) Trevor: Fuck you! (Fuck it!) ---- If the first advisor is successful Steve: Mr. Philips. (Mr. Phillips.) Steve: Ask him about Tahir Javan. (Would you ask a guy named Tahir Jaban?) Ferdinand: Why didn't you ask me? (You didn't ask, did you?) Ferdinand: I know Tahir. I did his home theater .... (I know Tahir ... I gave him his home theater.) Ferdinand: He lives in Chumash. (He lives in Chumash.) Ferdinand: The right, on The Western Highway. (It's on the right side of the West Expressway.) Steve: Well that wasn't so tough, was it? huh? (It wasn't that hard, was it?) Steve: Did you get that? (Have you heard?) Steve: He lives in Chumash, The Western Highway. (He lives in Chumash. On the western highway.) ---- (Changed to Michael's point of view.) Dave: Chumash. You're driving. (It's Chumash. You drive.) Dave: Remember, terror does not take coffee breaks. (Keep in mind. Terrorism comes without time to drink coffee.) Michael: What a dick. (Duck motherfucker.) Michael: So how are Steve and Trevor getting along? (So, are you good with Steve and Trevor?) Dave: Seems like a productive relationship. (I guess I decided to cooperate productively.) Michael: Well, like I said, he's got his uses. (I told you. He does things too.) Dave: And as you can see, we're trying to take full advantage of them. (And, as you can see, I'm going to use him all the way.) Michael: Then what? (And then?) Dave: This thing with the Agency gets put to rest, and we don't need you anymore. (You don't need it anymore after this Intelligence Agency case.) Michael: Right, and what about Trevor? (Okay, what about Trevor then?) Dave: What about him? (What is she?) Michael: I need some resolution, Davey. You let him walk. (I wanted you to come to a clear conclusion, Dave. You released him.) Michael: You said you'd clean the whole thing up back in North Yankton. (You said you were going to clean up everything that happened at the northern Yankton.) Dave: And you told me it'd be a clean job-no casualties. (You said it's a clean job. There will be no deaths.) Dave: There were more eyes on that town than there needed to be. (Then there were more cops than there were originally.) Michael: Yeah, well according to my eyes, Trevor is your problem, Dave, as much as he is mine. (Yeah, I think Trevor is a nuisance to you as much as a nuisance to me.) Dave: He's not a problem at all. We're monitoring him. Has he said anything about Brad? (It's okay Michael: Fuck yeah, heh has. Plenty. I keep changing the subject. (Of course. I asked a lot. I changed the topic of conversation every time I said it.) Michael: You know, he thinks you might actually commute Brad's sentence when this is all over. (Yes, Trevor really believes he'll reduce Brad's sentence after this.) Dave: That's good. Fine work. We'll send another letter. It's about time, anyway. (Good. Good job. I need to send more letters. It's time to go anyway.) Michael: Ah, so that's you who's been sending those fucking letters to Trevor, huh? (Oh, did you just write that fuck letter to Trevor?) Dave: Yeah, He thinks they're from Brad-who he thinks is locked up in high security, (yeah, Dave: and not, well not six feet under in a grave marked Michael Townley. (Actually, it's buried six feet below the headstone of Michael Townley.) Dave: The trainees write them. It's a good exercise. (I'm doing it for trainees. The training effect is good.) Michael: What the fuck? How'd that get started? (What the fuck? When did that happen?) Dave: A few yeras ago, a letter came to the Federal prison system, addressed to Brad. (A letter came to the federal prison system a few years ago to Brad.) Dave: Wasn't singed, but it gave a PO box in Sandy Shores. (It wasn't signed, but it came from a stamp box on the sandy coast.) Dave: I played the part of Brad, and we started a correspondence. (So ​​I started acting like Brad.) Michael: Thanks for telling me, Davey. (Thank you for telling me, Dave.) Dave: I was doing you a favor. Didn't think you'd want to know he was in the same state. (I was trying to help you because I didn't seem to want to know you live in the same state as Trevor.) Michael: So now what? I just sit back and hope he doesn't figure it out? (So ​​what do you do now? Would you like to stretch out and pray that she doesn't know?) Dave: It's wworked so far ... (So far it worked so well ...) Michael: He's a time bomb, Dave, and you fucking know it. (He's a time bomb, Dave. You know fuck. ---- (Michael and Dave arrive at the sniper point.) Dave: This'll do. (Here you go.) Michael: Alright. Find out who we're looking for. (Okay, find out who you are looking for.) Dave: Yeah, we need a description of the tartget. (Yeah, I need the target information.) Steve: Yeah .. Err .. (Yeah .. uh ..) Steve: I'll take care of it. (I don't solve it.) Steve: Loosen him up. (Please relax) Ferdinand: Oh, no, no, please, I'll tell you what you want to know. (Oh, no, no, please, I'll tell you everything you want.) Trevor: What? (What?) Steve: Loosen him up! (Please relax!) Ferdinand: No ... Please ... (No ... please ...) ---- (If the second advisor succeeds) Steve: Hey ... Hey ... Hey ... Hey .. (Hey ... hey ... hey ... hey.) Steve: Now .. huh? Now you ready to talk? (Now yeah? Are you ready to speak now?) Ferdinand: I've been ready to talk since the day I got kidnapped six weeks ago. (Since I was kidnapped six weeks ago, I was already ready to speak.) Steve: That's what we were afraid of. (You were surprised to know it wasn't.) Ferdinand: Now I'm even more willing to talk. (I want to say more now.) Steve: So ... yeah, yeah, yeah. (Yeah, okay, okay, okay.) Steve: this guy we're after, what does he look like? (What does the guy we chase look like?) Ferdinand: Average build. Average height. Middle-aged. Dark hair. (Average figure, average height, black hair in middle age.) Steve: Yeah, yeah, sounds like you're stalling. This better be enough. (Yeah, okay, I think it's time-consuming, but this should be enough information.) Steve: Middle-aged, middle height, middle build, whatever. (Average age, average height, average body shape) Steve: He's dark, okay? He's Azerbaijani for God's sake. (And you know it's dark? You fuckin 'Azerbaijani.) Steve: Look around, that enough for you? (Look carefully, would that be enough?) ---- (If you don't do it in order and you kill the target immediately) Dave: What the hell? (What the fuck?) Michael: That was the guy. I had a feeling. It'll check out. (That's him. He said he felt. Check it out.) Dave: Well ... we've .... got him. It's done. (Um ... that's ... we removed it. It's over.) ---- (Crystal route) Michael: We're live. (I'm watching.) Dave: You see anyone down there who might be an Azerbaijani? (Does anyone look like Azerbaijan?) Michael: Fuck do I know? You might be an Azerbajina for all I know. What's one look like? (How do I know the fuck? I know you are Azeri. What does it look like?) Dave: They look Eastern. (It looks like an Eastern European.) Michael: Half this town looks Eastern, Davey, You got the fall of the Shah and the collapse of communism to thank for that. (Half the people here look like Eastern Europeans, thanks to the fall of the Persian dynasty and communism.) Dave: Anyone stand out? (Who stands out in particular?) Michael: No, they all kind of blend in. Make a call, Dave. (No, it all looks similar. Call again, Dave.) Dave: We're going to need some more info on this guy. They're having a party down there. (I need more information about this guy, so there's a party happening there.) ---- Steve: That ain't gonna cut it, my friend. (I think that's not enough, my friend.) Ferdinand: Shit. Shit. I, I, let me think ... (fuck fuck fuck fuck me Steve: Bzzzt! (Beep!) Steve: Sorry, too late! Trevor, show our contestant what he's won today! (Sorry it's too late! Trevor! Can you show this participant what the reward is?) Trevor: Okay! (Okay!) Ferdinand: Wait! wait, wait, I remember! (Wait a minute, wait a minute, I remembered!) ---- (If the third advisor succeeds) Steve: So, what have you got for us? (So, what are you ready to say?) Steve: Hmm? We need Trev to shake up your memory again? (Yeah? Do you need Trevor's help to remember again?) Ferdinand: No, no, no no no. (No, no, no, no, no.) Ferdinand: Please, no No, no please, no. (Please don't. Please don't.) Trevor: No, no, no, no, no. (No, no, no, no, no.) Ferdinand; No, no, he's got beard! (No, no! I have a beard!) Steve: Oh, he's got beard? (Oh, do you have a beard?) Ferdinand: He's got bushy beard! (I have a shaggy beard!) Steve: Uh-huh? I think you're making this up. (Yeah? I think I'm making it up.) Ferdinand; No, no. I'm not. (No, it's not.) Steve: Huh? Yeah? (That's right?) Ferdinand: I'm, telling the truth. (I' Steve: Yeah? Bushy beard? (Yeah? A shaggy beard?) Steve: Got any beardy types at this party? Huh? (Are there anyone with a beard at the party?) Steve: Because that's all Mr. K's given us. (This is all the information Mr. K gave.) Steve: You know, I'm thinking maybe we ought to just take two bullets and put them in our informant ... (You know I just put two bullets in this guy ...) Ferdinand: Please, no. (Please don't.) Steve: and just call an airstrike on Chumash Beach. (I'm thinking of hitting or hitting the beach at Chumash.) ---- Michael: Who am I looking for? (Who am I looking for?) Dave: Steve's saying "beard". What you got? (Steve said he had a beard, what do you see?) Michael: Anything specific, or is some stubble gonna cut it? (Can't you know more precisely? What shape was it cut?) Dave: Let's start at mountain man, and we'll work our way down till someone fits the profile. (First, let's start by looking for a man with a beard, then slowly find someone who matches the description.) Michael: There's a few beards at this party. Vinewood's full of weak chins. Plase is famous for it. (There are some bearded men at the party, maybe it's Vinewood's weekly fashion.) Dave: Damn! (Damn it!) Dave: Beards are in fashion in Chumash. Land of beach hipsters. We need more. (It seems that Chumash's beard is fashionable. It's a hipster land. I need more information.) ---- Steve: It's gonna be a long day until you give us some intel on our target. (It will be a long day if we don't blow up information about the targets we are looking for.) Ferdinand: He's a, he's got beard. (He ... he has a beard.) Ferdinand: He smokes ... he smokes like a fucking chimney! (I open the cigarettes ... I smoke cigarettes like a chimney!) Steve: I, I don't know. Trev, maybe one more time? Just to be sure. (Oh ... I don't know, Trevor, shall we go again? Trevor: Uh huh. (Hmm.) Ferdinand: I told you, he smokes. (You said, you smoke.) ---- (If the fourth advisor succeeds) Ferdinand: I don't know anything. Please ... (I don't know ... please ...) Steve: Mr. K? (Mr. K?) Steve: Shh .... (쉿 ....) Steve: It's okay. (OK.) Ferdinand: He, he chain smokes ... he's left handed ... (He, he's in the bone ... he's left-handed ...) Steve: What's that? (what?) Ferdinand: He chain smokes ... and he's left handed. (I'm left-handed in the bone.) Steve: Aha, okay. (Oh ... I see.) Steve: Any of these beardy guys at the party smoke cigarettes? (Are there any bearded people at the party who smoke?) Steve: Mr. K says he smokes like a pack or two a day. (Mr. K said that he is a person who smokes twice a day.) Ferdinand: Redwood cigarettes. (Redwood cigarette.) Steve: Thank you Mr. K. (Thanks Mr. K.) ---- Dave: Steve's telling me he chain smokes Redwoods. (Steve says he smokes redwood cigarettes.) Michael: It ain't the cigarettes that'll kill him. It's the guys who put the warnings on the packets he should worry about. (Then I'm not dying for that cigarette, but I'm dying for those who put a warning sign in front of it.) Dave: And he's left handed. (And left-handed.) Michael: Oh, now I get it. You're telling me to assassinate a guy because he's got facial hair, a cigarette, and he's left haneded? (Oh, I see now, so this man has a beard, smokes, and is left-handed to assassinate?) Dave: I'm telling you to assassinate a guy because he's a threat to national security. The rest's details. (Because he's a threat to national security, he's assassinating. I don't know the details.) (When aiming at the same person as an imprint) Michael: Oh, I see someone. He fits the profile. (Oh, I see it here. It's the same as the description.) Michael: Yup- fits it all the way. (Yes, everything from head to toe is the same.) Michael: I got a good feeling ... well, good as you can get while clipping a guy who probably don't deserve it. (It feels good. Well. How good it would be to kill someone who seems innocent to feel good.) Michael: And now I'm taking the shot. (Now shoot.) (When killing targets) Michael: Davey, I got someone. Definitely a lefty, Redwood smoking, bearded, maybe, could be, used to be Azerbaijani. (I got Dave. Apparently he was left-handed, he was a redwood cigarette, he had a beard, and maybe. Dave: Good enough for me. Steve, It's done. (That's enough. Steve. It's over.) ---- Steve: Woo! That is a wrap my friends. (Woohoo! Good job, friends!) Steve: Excellent work the pair of you. (Both did well.) Steve: Now, I've got a racquetball game to get to, so, Trevor, if you take care of Mr. K, I think we're all set. (Now, I have a racquetball appointment ... Trevor, if you handle Mr. K well, it's all over.) Trevor: What the fuck do you want me to do with him? (How do you fuck me?) Steve: I would say he's outlived his usefulness. (Now let's say she's useless.) Ferdinand: Oh, c'mom please. (Oh, please ... please ...) Trevor: Shut up! (Shut up!) Steve: That's a sprot. (That is the spirit.) Trevor: Let's go, come on. (Come on.) Ferdinand: Where you taking me to? (Where are you going to take me?) Trevor: Fuck, let's just go, okay? (You know I'm just going to fuck you?) Trevor: I ain't gonna let those G-man fucking scumbags tell me what to do. (Because I don't want to be ordered by the motherfuckers again.) Ferdinand: Then why did you just torture me? (So ​​why did you torture me?) Trevor: Don't ask too many fucking questions. (Don't ask too much fuck) Trevor: Let's go, get up. (Wake up to go.) Trevor: Come on, up the fucking staris. (Quickly, go up the fuckin 'stairs.) Trevor: Come on. (wake up.) (Trevor puts Ferdinand in the car.) Trevor: Alright, now you got a flight to catch. (Okay, you have a flight now.) Trevor: Okay? Let's get you to the airport. (Okay? I'll take you to the airport.) (It corrects posture.) Trevor: Oh, safety first. (Oh, safety is the top priority.) ---- (When the tooth is removed) Trevor: Hey, how's your mouth? (Hey, how about your mouth?) Ferdinand: It hurts. (hurt.) Trevor: Can you speak? (Can you speak?) Ferdinand: Kinda. (Approximately.) Trevor: Are you going to hold it together? (Can you hold it well?) Ferdinand: I want to go home, I want to see my family. (I want to go home and I want to see my family.) Trevor: No, no, no. You have no home. You have no family, That shit is over. (No Ferdinand: I do. They're in Morningwood. I love them very much. (I have a family. I live in Morningwood. How much I love.) Trevor: No. That's your old life, That's over now. You're off the grid, you're one of the invisible people. (No. It's your old life now, and that's it. You're disappearing now. It's becoming transparent.) Ferdinand: Just take me home. (Just send me home.) Trevor: I'm taking you to the airport. You're going to get on a plane. (I'll take you to the airport. You have to take a flight.) Trevor: You're flying a long way from this country and you're going to spread your message. (After flying away from this country, spread your message away.) Ferdinand: I don't have a message. (I don't have a message) Trevor: You're a torture advocate! (You are a torture advocate!) Ferdinand: Advocate? (Advance?) Trevor: The media and the government would have us believe that torture is some necessary thing. (The media and the government are trying to make you believe that torture is essential.) Trevor: We need it to get information, to assert ourselves. Did we get any information out of you? (I'm trying to get information and claim it, but did we get it from you?) Ferdinand: I would have told you everyting. (I tried to say it all.) Trevor: Exaclty. Torture's for the torturer. Or the guy giving the orders to the torturer. (That's it. Torture is for torture engineers, or someone who gives orders to torture engineers.) Trevor: You torture for the good times-we should all admit that. It's useless a means of getting information! (Torture is for pleasure. Everyone has to admit it. Torture is really useless to try to steal information.) Ferdinand: I'm feeling light-headed. (I have a headache for a second.) Trevor: Sometimes you torture for the torturee-but only if they're prepared to pay. (Sometimes I have to do it to the tortured person, but only when I'm ready.) Ferdinand: I'm very unwell. (I am not in good shape.) Trevor: It's "Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me," with you. (I keep saying, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, the street.) Trevor: Jesus Christ. Good grief. I thought we rally bonded, but now I'm having my dobuts. (The world thought we were close now, but now I have doubts.) ---- (Without pulling out teeth) Trevor: How ya feelin '? (how are you feeling?) Ferdinand: I need to get to a hospital. (I need to go to the hospital quickly.) Trevor: Nah, you're fine. (Aey, you're okay.) Ferdinand: I can assure you, I am not. (It's not okay to be real.) Trevor: No one likes a cry baby. You look great. (No one hates a whining baby. You look fine.) Ferdinand: Let me see the mirror. (Show me the mirror.) Ferdinand: I think I need a hospital. (Because I think I should go to the hospital.) Trevor: You are not going to a hostpital !!! You need to leave! (Because you can't go to the hospital !!! You have to leave!) Ferdinand: Who are you? And ... why are you helping me? (Who are you? And why ... are you helping me?) Trevor: I told you, I don't like being told what to do (I told you, I don't want to listen to the government guys.) Ferdinand: Then why are you working with FIB? (So ​​why are you working with FIB?) Trevor: I'm a double agent. (I'm a double agent) Ferdinand: Yeah, then who you work for? IAA? (Yes? Then where do you work? IAA?) Trevor: The IAA want you dead as well. Don't you remember? (IAA wants you to fall behind, don't you remember?) Ferdinand: The Marshal? Globopol? Who? (Army foe? Or Globolpol? Who?) Trevor: Globopoo? Did you say Globopoo? I work for the forces of sanity. (Globoton? Did you say Globoton? I work for a sane team) Ferdinand: Sanity? (sanity?) Trevor: And we need you to tell the world what happened to you ... from the safety of a foreign country, preferably a dictatorship. (And now you have to tell the world what you've been through. Start in a safe foreign country and enjoy dictatorship.) Ferdinand: What do you mean? (What does that mean?) Trevor: You've got a message, you are a message, yeah? Okay, look, I love torture. Torture for the sake of torture, (You have a message, you are the message itself, okay? Okay, listen. I like torture. Trevor: that's my bag. But there are poeple in our government, in the media, who think that torture is a means to an end. (Anyway, that's my preference, but people and media in the government think torture is the last resort.) Trevor: They think it'll get them somewhere. We gotta call bullshit on them. (They're trying to get something out of the torture. We can just tell them they're fucking.) Trevor: Torture's not going to make you normal friends or get you information. (The adviser will not make friends nor will he be able to obtain information.) Ferdinand; I'm slipping out of consciousness. Am I dying? (I'm getting dizzy for a second. Am I dying?) Trevor: You're not dying, you're being a bit of a wuss. (You're not dead. I'm just scared.) Trevor: I know people who would pay good money for what you just enjoyed. I would. (I know someone who wants to pay for the torture you've just been enjoying. I guess so was the country.) ---- (arrived at the airport) Trevor: Departures. (It is the entrance to the airport.) Trevor: No one drives me to the airport. (No one has ever taken me to the airport.) Trevor: Here we be. (Here it is.) Trevor: Run. (The fugitive.) Trevor: You're free. (You are now free.) Ferdinand: But my family's here. (But here's my family.) Trevor: Your family is probably the ones who got you fucking in here, alright? (You're here because of that fuck family, okay?) Trevor: Now look, trust no one, alright? (Listen, don't trust anyone, okay?) Trevor: You're alone now. (You are now alone.) Ferdinand: Really? (really?) Trevor: Yeah, really, now let's go, fuck off. (Yeah, it's real, go fast, go off.) Trevor: Come on. (Quickly