Grand Theft Auto: Vice City (Rewrite)

Epilogue

Epilogue...

Night had then fallen, and now that Tommy had to eliminate his former partner, things had to change now. The mansion was renamed to the Vercetti Estate instead, and his gang was now called the Vercetti gang. He may have lost his close partner in-crime, but he at least got revenge on his old boss for costing him fifteen years in prison by ambushing him in the first place. Tommy was currently relaxing in his office when he heard his cellphone on the table ring. Tommy picked it up to answer it.

"Tommy, it's Paulo," he heard Paul say over the phone. He sounded drunk. "How are you? Right, mate. Anyway, thought I had to drop you a line. Oh my good lord, my son. You will not believe the quality of the brass I just encountered. Street walker or something, just down in Little Havana, mate. Said her name was Mercedes or something. Oh my God, mate! You gotta check this bird out! Could strip the lead out of a pencil! Said I was the best she ever had and all. Keep your potatoes skinned for her. Be seeing you."

Tommy hung up the phone and set it back onto the desk. He had hoped Paul wasn't trying any kind of drug to cause him to act strange all of a sudden. He then heard his cellphone ring a second time and answered it.

"Tommy!" he heard Colonel Cortez say over the phone. He couldn't be happier to hear Cortez's voice again. "Thomas! It's Cortez. Que pasa?"

"Things are interesting," Tommy told him. "How are you, my friend?"

"I wanted to ask you about Mercedes," Colonel Cortez replied.

"Okay," Tommy answered. "What about her?"

"Oh Tommy, Tommy," Cortez told him. "I-I hear these stories, all these stories - I don't know what to think. Maybe she thinks she can do what she likes, but Tommy, tell me, is it true?"

"Is what true?" Tommy asked the colonel.

"These stories I hear," Cortez replied. "Is she really going to be a lawyer? Oh Tommy, the shame, the shame! You know, we Cortezes are a proud family! We would never allow a daughter of ours to become a lawyer! Please tell me it isn't so! I don't think I could take it."

"Oh Colonel," Tommy laughed. "I can assure you Mercedes is never going to be a lawyer. Don't worry about it."

"Oh thank you, Tommy," Cortez thanked gratefully. "Tommy, thank you! The shame would be unbearable! She is a lady, not a parasite, you know. Anyway, Tommy, you must excuse me. The new minister of the interior has arrived. Many years ago, I killed his father in a failed coup, so I must be polite. Good day, amigo."

Cortez then hung up, and Tommy set his phone aside. But not before hearing his phone ring a third time. Tommy picked it up again to answer it.

"Tommy Vercetti," he heard a drunken Paul say over the phone. "How's it going, Mr. Big Shot? I hear all these things about you some kind of player in town now, eh... " He followed it up with a loud hiccup.

"Paul, you're drunk," Tommy told him.

"Nah, you stupid prat," Paul replied in a drunken tone of voice. "I ain't drunk. I only had a couple and some treats, ain't been to bed for a couple of days, you know. Anyway, don't give me that. I ain't a mug. Who set you up in this town? Who? Me! That's who!"

"Really," Tommy answered facetiously.

"Don't give me that!" Paul shouted in a slurred tone of voice. "I introduced you to people! I showed you the ropes, did a lot of stuff for you, and this is how you repay me? You ignore me? You won't give me a way in, after all I did for you! What do you think I am? A div or something?"

"Paul, take it easy," Tommy told him calmly. "I've been busy, don't be an idiot."

"I ain't no idiot, mush!" Paul yelled in a drunken state of mind. "That's what they said in borstal! Are you asking for trouble, son? Because you're going to get it!"

Paul then broke down trying to squelch his laughter. "Tommy, mate!" he laughed. "Please. You was my big hope! Please don't laugh at me!"

"Paul, get some sleep, seriously," Tommy told him, and he hung up the phone.

Tommy then set the cellphone on the table. But before he had a chance to sit back to relax, he heard his cellphone ring yet again. Tommy picked it up to answer it.

"Tommy," he heard Steve say over the phone. "It's Steve. He indeed, genius! You're a marvel! I'm a marvel! They love us! We are re-writing the record books, pal! We're talking major awards here! Finally, I can put my dad in a home and tell him to shut up! Cool? It's hot, man! H-O-T! He never believed in me! Never thought I was an artist, and now I've made it! I'm the best damn skin flick director of all time, my friend! I just wanted to say, it's a pleasure to have met you! I love you, baby! Don't you go changing on me, you hear!"

He then hung up as Tommy set the cellphone back onto the desk. Before he had a chance to relax, he heard his cellphone ring yet again. So Tommy answered it hopefully one last time.

"Tommy," he heard Earnest say over the phone. He never felt happier to hear Earnest again. He sounded okay. "It's Earnest. Earnest Kelly."

"Hey, how are you?" Tommy asked, sounding genuinely concerned for the old man.

"I'm doing okay," Earnest replied. "I'll need a stick to walk, but I should be back at work soon enough."

"Good," Tommy said, smiling in relief.

"I heard about Lance," Earnest continued. "What a little prick, eh?"

"Yes," Tommy told him, still feeling somewhat depressed over his former partner's betrayal.

"Never trust a man who walks the streets in his pajamas," Earnest replied. "That's what I say. Glad you killed him. I hope it was painful for the prick."

"I think it was," Tommy said. "I just didn't think he was like that... "

"Tommy," Earnest told him, sounding somewhat concerned, "for a raging lunatic, you're pretty naïve. I'll be back at work soon, teach you a thing or two about life, you hear."

"Take your time, Earnest," Tommy told him. "Look after yourself."

So as Tommy hung up the phone, he decided that he should see Earnest first thing in the morning. He had an excellent relationship with him and wanted to learn more about life since it has been fifteen years since he last saw a light of day. Tommy had now claimed his position as the undisputed kingpin of Vice City, and now that he had wiped out every gang member who tried to take him down, it became clear that he was running things in Vice City. So all that was left to do for Tommy now was to sit back inside his office and relax.