(John Marston and Maddie Morgan are in Thieves' Landing and finds Irish in the process of robbing two nuns)
Irish: Up sister. Put them up!
John: Irish, what are you doing?
(Irish whirls around, pointing his gun at John and Maddie)
Irish: Who the hell are you?
Maddie: Give me that!
(John and Maddie take Irish's pistol)
John: I'm your old friend, amnesia.
(John and Maddie club Irish over the head with the handle of the revolver, knocking Irish to the ground)
Irish: Oh, good blimey!
Maddie: And I've come to tell you, if you ever pretend to forget my name or your debt to me again, I'll make sure you reach heaven before these two ladies. Now get down there!
(John and Maddie throw Irish to the ground)
Irish: Ah, Mr. Marston and Mrs. Morgan! How are you?
John: Ashamed. Ashamed to know you. What the hell's wrong with you, robbing these gentlewomen and ladies of the Lord?
Irish: I thought they was doxies!
Maddie: Ladies, I'm sorry about this man. He's unfortunately lost his mind to the demon drink. At least I hope he has and he wasn't this stupid all along. So ah... Please excuse us.
(John and Maddie allow the two nuns to pass by and leave)
John: Now, Irish, that gatling gun doesn't work. I find that rather upsetting, don't you?
Irish: Heart-breaking, which is why I was just comin' to see you, when the drink got the better of me.
(Irish stretches and gives his head a shake)
Irish: Come on. I know where we can find the parts for ya. Mother feckin' Mary!
(John, Maddie and Irish now walk through Thieves' Landing on their way to the warehouse)
Irish: Whew, that fresh air's got me head spinnin' like a top. Can't be good for a fella.
Maddie: Shut up, you lazy drunk, before I stop your head spinnin' with a bullet.
Irish: I resent that, Johnny and Mads. I been working like a beaver on your behalf.
John: You been working like a weasel on my behalf. Bushwackin' defenceless ladies of the cloth? You must have been raised on sour milk, Irish.
Irish: What are you talking about? I'm a good Catholic boy.
Maddie: You're a booze-blind coward.
Irish: And you're a hypocrite, Marston and Morgan. You've robbed just as many innocent folks as me.
John: I tried to only rob those who had more than they deserved.
Irish: Christ, the church has more money than anyboy!
Maddie: Where are we goin', Irish?
Irish: Just to the warehouse here in Thieves' Landing. I'm tellin' you, Johnny boy and Mads girl, it's all set up. We're meetin' this pal of mine at the back door of the office. Hobble-tongued fella by the name of Shaky.
John: And he's got the ammunition we need?
Irish: Jesus, stop frettin', will you? I knows about guns front, back and sideways.
Maddie: You're gonna be real familiar with mine if things keep on this way.
(John, Maddie and Irish approach the warehouse gate)
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Red Dead Redemption
FantasyRed Dead Redemption is set during the decline of the American frontier in the year 1911 and follows John Marston and his twin sister Maddie Morgan nee Marston, two former outlaws who, after his wife and son and her daughter is taken hostage by the g...
