We will treat him like an old friend and keep him busy out of town. OK? We been talking about expanding down South, right? Vice City is twenty-four carat gold these days. The Colombians, the Mexicans, hell, even those Cuban refugees are cutting themselves a piece of some nice action.
But it's all drugs, Sonny. None of the families will touch that shit!
Times are changing. The families can't keep their backs turned while their enemies reap the rewards. So, we send some one down to do the dirty work for us... and cut ourselves a nice quiet slice, OK? Who's our contact down there?
Ken Rosenberg, schmuck of a lawyer. How's he gonna hold Vercetti's leash?
We don't need him to. We just set him loose in Vice City, we give him a little cash for getting started, OK? Give it a few months. Then we go down and pay him a little visit right? See how he's doing.
Hey, hey! guys... It's Ken Rosenberg, here! Heh, heh, hey, great. Hey, well I am gonna drive you guys to the meet, OK? Now, I have talked to the suppliers and they are very, uh, keen to start a business relationship. So, if it goes well we should be doing very nicely for ourselves, which is, y'know, good. Okay, so. They're brothers okay. One of them operates the, uh, business, and the other one does the flying...
The scene changes to the Vice City Docks. A helicopter is seen flying towards the docks. The helicopter lands as Rosenberg's car pulls into the same area.
OK, that's them in the chopper. Alright, here's the deal. They want a straight exchange on open ground, alright? OK, stay tight. Let's go.
Rosenberg stays in the car while Tommy, Lee and Harry complete the deal. One of the dealers exits the helicopter and walks towards the group carrying two briefcases. Some men carrying weapons and wearing black clothes are seen crouching behind some crates in a nearby warehouse.