Max payne game script

Something where he did some unambiguous good. Something where, at the end, he still had a positive relationship with at least one living person. It's pointless to even speculate, what with Max Payne 3's poor sales and all, but I gotta say, I feel like Max is a guy desperately in need of a win. I'm not sure I agree with your conclusion. Sure, this game puts Max through quite the wringer, but I get the sense that he comes out the other side with a sense of purpose, an intent to put his life back together.

He single-handedly brought down a violent street gang, an organ harvesting ring, a corrupted police unit, and the evil politician behind it all. Max used to run from his problems by diving into a bottle and wallowing in his self-loathing, but now he ends up on a beach, sipping a soda and walking off into the sunset. Given everything that led up to it, that seems quite upbeat and at least a less grim ending for Max.

I can see what you're saying about Max, but for me it comes down to what goes through his head right as he's about to finish things:. Some rent-a-clown with a gun who puts holes in other bad guys. Guy still sounds pretty down about the situation, if you ask me. And nothing really changes between then and four minutes later when he takes down Victor.

But maybe I'm paying too much attention to what a guy says when he's covered in grime and blood and about to kill some asshole. What I take away from Max' thoughts as he walks up to Becker's remains is that he realises that he's a killer.

Not knowing the difference between right and wrong was lifted when Da Silva showed up and pointed his gun the right way. In the end, Max comes to terms with the fact that his violent handiwork finally resulted in something good perhaps not for himself, but he did right a wrong in the world.

Welcome to Playthroughline , a design team composed of writer Joannes Truyens and web developer Matei Stanca. We are working on Neurocracy , an interactive narrative experience that allows you to solve a murder in a near-future world by diving into the Wikipedia of that world. Skip to main content. Main menu Blog Scripts About Contact. You are here Blog » » February » 27 th. Go ahead, leave me. No, Max! Max: Michelle!

Michelle: Please! I'm gonna hurt ya! It's coming. Death is coming. You're gonna die! Max: Freeze! No, no, please God, no Next Punk: The flesh of fallen angels! Please, Michelle, oh baby Max Payne: That was three years ago. Everything ripped apart in a New York minute. The killer junkies had been high on a previously unknown designer drug. It took us three long years to get a break in the Valkyr case.

Then, finally, two months ago, a dime-dropper tipped us off that Jack Lupino, a mob boss in the Punchinello crime family, was trafficking. I went undercover, infiltrated the worst Mafia family in New York. Chapter One: Roscoe Street Station 6. Max Payne: I came in from the cold and the dark. Outside, the city was a cruel monster.

I'd been slowly working my way from small-time to the big fish, trying to get to the source of the drug. Alex and B. The only ones in this decrepit city who knew I was down here. Something urgent has come up with Jack Lupino. You need to meet with Alex, immediatley Max Payne: I hadn't had a face to face with Alex since I'd gone undercover. Outside, the mercury was falling fast.

It was colder than the Devil's heart, raining ice pitchforks as if the Heavens were ready to fall. Everyone was running for shelter like there was no tomorrow. It didn't get any better when I got to the subway. The feeling hit me like a point-blank shot straight in the face Something was not right about this. My Beretta stirred nervously under my coat Next stop: Roscoe Street Station, and Alex.

Max Payne: The Station was drenched in gloom. Alex was a ghost nowhere to be seen. I'd have to look for him. I would have to find Alex fast. OR Max Payne: The pills would ease the pain. Thug 1: [Sighs] Wasn't Jake supossed to take care of this? Thug 2: He an' Mickey are havin' too much fun takin' care of the cop up there.

Thug 1: W-w-what's the plan? Thug 2: Simple, gun down every mother-loving bastard that gets off the train. Thug 1: Sweet Didn't the train go already?

Thug 2: No idea, let's just wait and see. Thug 1: Yeah, he's dead alright. Thug: Yo, guys Yo, guys Quit kidding around, you hear me? What is this, a joke? Answer me! Vladamir: Max, dearest of all my friends. Vinnie: Payne? Jim Bravura: It's yours Payne. Mona: We need to get out of here now. Vladamir: Max, Mona: We need to leave now. Max, sorry I woke you. Cop: Run, Payne, run! Winterson: Max, what's going on?

Mona: Max, about what happened. Max: Hello? Anyone there? Vladamir: I would fuck her. Bravura: Max Payne! Drop your weapon! Max: NYPD, freeze! Bravura: What were you thinkin'? Winterson: Back off, Payne. Mona: Max? Answer me, Max? Mona: What are you so afraid of? What do you want from me? Max Payne: There was a blindspot in my head, a bullet-shaped hole where the answers should be. Call it denial.

I wanted to dig inside my skull and scrape out the pain. Doctor: Doctor Magdelana from ER, you can give away the bed you were holding for me. The detective we were waiting for was DOA. She's headed for the morgue. Commando: I'll deal with Payne, he's as good as dead. Commando: Found him! She's here to kill me. Winterson: Back off, Payne! Max: Winterson! Their black van took me out of the city.

The countryside was sickeningly pretty: The sun setting on a sweet summer day, rain sparkling on grass, birds in the trees, children playing. The Pink Bird Mental Institute. Patient: The flesh. The flesh. I think I died. I think I'm dead. I don't know. Death is coming. It's coming. They're here. Get away. I'm gonna hurt you. John: They said I was an escaped mental patient.

Doctor: Diagnosis: Paranoid Schizophrenic. You are insane, psychotic. You have to eat plenty of pills to get better. John: They lied that I had killed my girlfriend. John Mirra came to mock me in the bathroom mirror.

John Mirra: [Evil laugh] John: The flamingo was with him. I'd kill them all. Announcer: Stay tuned as 'Address Unknown' continues. For more information, call now. Two days and night, non-stop. The cult-series, Address Unknown. All the episodes, all the madness, in our return to sender marathon. Girl: Hi, have me met before? Is this seat taken? Girl: No! Announcer: American's Avenger, for the payback time. Girl: Oh, baby.

Latenight adult entertainment after midnight. I am Vladamir Lem. I invite you to the Grand Opening of my restaurant, 'Vodka'.

Come, make a scene, you will be seeing clear as Vodka. Announcer: 'Vodka' - style, grace, and taste. Opening soon. Who's the griemiest, cat-bustin', metaphor-spewin', avengin' bad ass in the ghetto? That's right. Dick Justice. After dirty business, come clean with us. Dial Clean. That's Clean. Clean Sing cleaning products, the choice of crime scene clean-up services. Captain Baseballbat-boy: I don't mean to brag, but give me a bat and a zombie head, and I'll hit a home run every single time.

Announcer: A girl Bicyclehelmet-girl: Yawn! Wake me up when you're done trying to impress me. Anouncer: An army of freaking zombie demons from outer space. The adventures of Captain Baseballbat-boy! The Brooklyn School for the Blind, our doors are open. Call Pssy, when you want to do more than just talk. Dangerous Liasons, our girls are eager to hear from you.

Announcer: Interfectum kills your pain. Interfectum mgs - a serious painkiller for serious pain. What happened out there? You did it! Internal affairs is breathing down my neck!

Did you do it? You killed her! Max: No. It was my fault. You can't run from your past. You'll end up running in circles. Until you fall back down to the same hole you were trying to escape from, only the hole's grown deeper. Max Payne: I had tried to run from it, edit it out. Winterson was dead, I was a murderer. A false start. The hospital bed wasn't the beginning.

It was past the point of no return, the fatal choice already made, and it would get worse before the end. The past is a puzzle, like a broken mirror.

As you piece it together, you cut yourself. Your image keeps shifting, and you change with it. It could destroy you, drive you mad. It could set you free. Cop: You inside! Drop your weapons and come out with your hands above your head. Max Payne: You'll see the choices you didn't know you'd made, like staying at work late to chat with a friend, instead of hurrying home to your family.

Cop: Fan out people! Circle around! Cover all the exits! Max Payne: Kissing her, I think of the cold laws of cause and effect. Cop: Where are those extra units? Call the central! We need every available unit here now! Max Payne: I am afriad. But I start again from the beginning, trace my own steps to the scene of the crime.

But Alfred Woden had kept his word. With his influence, ridiculously, I had emerged from my history of violence unscathed, a hero. I didn't thank him. I couldn't stomach it. I left the DEA. Police Dispatcher Max: It's mine, I'm on it.

Police Dispatcher: Ten four. Max Payne: It wasn't a call for a homicide detective, but I knew the address. The warehouse belonged to Vladamir Lem. He was connected to organized crime. We went back a while. His words. No, stay back! Get away from me, help! Unknown number of armed perps inside. Possible hostage situation. Dispatcher: Ten Four.

Backup is on it's way. Max: I'm going in. Max Payne: With no way to deal with the past, I kept my eyes on the road, off the rearview mirror and the roadkill behind me. I chased lesser mysteries, other people's crimes. Dick Justice: Freeze! Announcer: Stranded in the dark and violent night, Dick Justice, a lone, hardboiled, fugitive cop, framed for the murder of his wife.

On a quest for vengence through the criminal underworld in the city's heart of darkness. Dick Justice: The rain was coming down like all the angels in heaven and I decided to take a piss at the same time. In a situation like mine, you can only think in metaphors.

They had killed the love of my life. They were going to pay. Cleaner: Woah, easy, Officer, easy. Just cleaning the place. Comon', Officer, it's all legit. I work for the Squeaky Cleaning Company. Max: You didn't hear anything suspicious just now? Cleaner: No, no. Oh, wait. Max: Take me there.

Cleaner: Sure, Officer. If that's what you want. You know, Officer, you cops got it easy. All you have to do is go to the crime scene and look around a bit. We're the ones who have to clean up that mess, brains, and guts and shit. Max: Detective. Cleaner: DT, eh? You know what I mean. Max: Right. Cleaner: [Laughs] Oh, yeah! You know what I'm saying. I've got something for you. Get in here!

Get him! He was leading me into a trap. It's an insult, that's what it is! We're trying to clean the place, they should have more sense than to bleed on the floor.

Cleaner 2: That's the ticket. We should find a way to kill them without spilling any blood. You know, gas them, or poison, or something. The hardware's been bagged. Soon as the guys get Jackie Brown in there taken care of, we're done. Cleaner 2: Okay, I'll round up the crew, make sure the clean-up's done: bodies, blood, prints, hair, mags, empty brass When we're out of here, there won't be a shred of evidence for the cops to find. Just a ghost story. I'm not here right now, cause I'm building nasty things that kill.

So leave a message after the beep. To be a gun in your gentle care. A man can dream. Sorry I couldn't be there as promised, something's come up. Nothing to worry about, but keep an eye out for trespassers. If anything happened to you - Anything comes up, just whistle, and I'll be there. Finish her. Annie: Wait, the Mob guys attacked us! I have no beef with you guys, you took them out! Listen, I work for Vladamir! Cleaner: Honey, you work for no one.

Annie: What do you want? Drop 'em! Annie: Oh, God, no- [Other cleaner shoots her in the head at point blank range] Max Payne: Like all the bad things in my life, it started with the death of a woman. I couldn't save her. The cops! Out now. The back door.

Kaufman won't wait. Mona: Max, we gotta stop meeting like this. Mona Sax: If you think nothing can get to you, you're lying to yourself.

At best you're temporarily dead. A lightning bolt can reanimate you without a warning. Max Payne: My backup had arrived, but the cleaners were slipping away, making a run for it. Cleaner: Get in! Go, Kaufman, go! Winterson: Hey, we're working together on this. Bravura: You got sloppy, Payne. You screwed up. It's unacceptable that she's dead. You can do better. Max Payne: I played it as business as usual.

But everything had changed the moment those elevator doors opened to reveal Mona. Max: Annie Finn was a licensed gunsmith, licensed dealer in firearms. Bravura: Right. The property of Vladamir Lem. Winterson: Identified as Finn's employees.

Bravura: Two: The Mafia. And three: The clowns wearing the cleaning company jumpsuits Max: They mentioned a name, 'Kaufman'. Bravura: This one's evil, it has only started.

I don't like it. I don't like it a bit. It's yours, Payne. It makes no sense. For you, Winterson. Homicide, Sebastien Gate, it's going to be all over the news. Winterson: The Senator? Max Payne: Winterson was the ideal, what the job was all about. Someone to look up to. Bravura knew it too. Bravura: We got lucky. There's an eyewitness. Max Payne: She hovered over my shoulder wispering warnings. I didn't want to listen. Mona was the suspect in Winterson's case. I didn't tell them I had seen her.

I wanted to stall. Maybe it was because she was alive when everyone else kept dying on me, survivor's guilt washed away. Winterson: Give me that! Other Officer: Your boyfriend.

Vlad had bought the old 'Ragnarock' - nightclub. He was renovating it into a trendy restaurant, 'Vodka'. Mona's appearance had triggered a dislocation, schizophrenia. I felt elation, but with it, fear that all the past evils had come along for the ride. Vladamir: Max, ! Bad guys with big guns.

They've got me pinned down in in entrance hall. Could use some help. Could use it now. Max Payne: I had to find another way to reach Vlad. No time to call backup, my case had a life of it's own. I got in through the back door. Memories of my previous visit here lurked in the shadows, a musty smell under the coat of new paint. Vladamir: [Over loudspeaker] Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to present Max Payne, New York's finest with the biggest mobster body count ever.

Derest guests, prepare to die. Thug 1: Help! Thug 2: Stop him! Thug 1: Too many! All clear here! They want war, we'll kill 'em, right, Fats?

Fats: They got what's comin' to them. Thug 1: Now we just need to find the motherfucker hiding behind the microphone and shut him up. Thug 2: Yeah, pull his plug. Thug 1: What was he going on about anyway? Thug 2: [Laughing] Don't ask. I'm going to be all right. When haven't I been all right? Max is here now.

You know Max. I'll call you when it's over. I love you, baby. Shut up and stay alive, I'm coming. Vladamir: Max! You heard him, he's coming for you. Max, these wiseguys are really lousy shots. You should have no trouble taking them. Thug 1: He's coming! Thug 2: He's alone! Stop him! Mike: How do you like it now? Max: Afraid so. Mike: Max, I'm Mike, Vladamir's friend. You are the sherrif, how about making me your deputy?

Max: Let's go bail out your boss before he talks us all to death. Mike: Let's ride. You stay put. Mike: Police business. Got it. OR Max: You wait here, Mike.

Mike: Sure thing, sherrif. Mike: Rock 'n Roll, partner. Mike: All right! Episode one hundred and sixty five. Captain BaseballBat-Boy's girlfriend. Catain BaseballBat-Boy: Yack! She's not my girlfriend! Announcer: Catain BaseballBat-Boy's arch nemisis.

Captain BaseballBat-Boy: That's more like it. Announcer: Bicyclehelmet-Girl has been kidnapped by the villainous Maxwell's Demon. Bicycle Helmet-Girl: Get your hands off me, you ugly freak! Anouncer: To save her, Captain BaseballBat-Boy must battle through a hoard of Demon's minions, the freaking zombie-demons from outer space. Foul ball. Announcer: Captain BaseballBat-Boy has hit a home run.

But can he find Maxwell's Demon's secret lair before the game is over? Just follow the trail. Very good show. Very funny. Baseball bat! Thug 1: Jesus Christ! Apocalypse now. Got some heavy shit here. Thug 2: Tone it down. Just take everything, leave them nothing. Thug 3: Be on the lookout, the Russians are sneaky bastards. Max Payne: Winterson would have found a way to do this nice, neat and clean. Logic told me backup should be on it's way, someone must have heard the gunfire.

Logic was such a liar. Thug 1: Teeth, the whole set for a tooth, the only way to do it. They chip one of ours, we go dental on them. Thug 2: [Laughs] What can you do? Vinnie's the boss. Half of the time he's too busy playing with his toys. Ours, I don't care who says otherwise. We're in the gun business. Thug 2: Right. What can you do?

Up the stairs. Thug: Up here! In the attic! More of them!