AMAYA:
Amaya stands strong with tears pouring through her eyes, she watches them pull bullets from Makoto's back. They take the pliers and stick it in causing the skin to stretch, the doctor pulls the first bullet out as it makes a disgusting slipping sound, blood starts to flow out and they cover it with clean white cloth. Standing there in Vercetti's office watching them pull bullets from Makoto's back on a leather couch made Amaya wonder how Makoto could possibly live through this.
"Is he dead?" she asks, her voice evading sadness.
The doctor looks up. "No, I'm pretty sure he won't die, but I don't promise people anything." He continues to work pouring alcohol on the wounds. "I know this sounds crazy," he says still working, "but over the years Tommy's collected some of the best doctors. You don't get any worse service here than at a hospital. We would move him downstairs but he might have a neck injury and I don't want to move him."
"What's downstairs," she says wiping her tears, "and a neck injury from what?"
"Well what's downstairs is basically where Tommy built a small doctors office in a hidden room, and he might have gotten an injury from the car or boat ride. I'm sure he's fine - just a precaution." Amaya nods her head. She turns around to find Tommy Jr. standing behind her.
"What're you cryin' for isn't he just your body gaurd?"
"There's no such thing as 'just a body guard' Tommy."
Tommy's father comes into the room, "Fido and Fidelio just gave me the money. You guys did it... I don't fuckin' know how, but you guys did it. It sounded like over the scanner that they found Lucio dead. It's no wonder a Forelli fucked up, but at least he didn't get caught and spill his guts."
"Trent had to slow us down and drag these two to the boats at the last minute." Tommy Jr. says to his father. "We almost got caught."
"What kind of stupid remark is that!?" Tommy says angrily, "If you had left them behind they could have ratted us out anyway."
"Fine so he should have shot them."
Tommy charges forward and backhands his son in the face, "How dare you say something like that in front of her at time like this." he points his finger at him, "You need to stop acting like a fuckin' idiot. Trent told me about that thing with the police light, that was stupid! Don't pretend to be tougher than you are. If you think there's anything different about you than any of these other guys your wrong. You put yourself in this position by choosing this for a living. I didn't choose this for you, if you want to act like a god, why don't you go out there and do this stuff yourself without my help and see what happens!" He straightens his own shirt and calms down.
Tommy doesn't dare snap at his father, he just stares forward blankly as his father leaves.
Amaya leaves too, she goes all the way down the steps into the living room with everyone else, she walks past the bar and sits down next to Trent.
"How's Makoto lookin'?" Trent asks.
"Looking?" she says with a forced laugh. "He looks like shit."
"Okay... well then how's he doin' then?"
"The doctor said that... he would 'most likely' make it, and that's all."
"Are you worried." Trent asks looking into her eyes.
She notices and looks at him as well. "He's strong." That was all she needed. If Makoto stayed strong she was sure he could pull through.
"Good." Trent says. "Tommy told us we might have to do another job remember? You can hang back if you feel like it."
"No," her reaction surprises him, "the job he mentioned was a hit. Augustus Armando. If it wasn't for Augustus I wouldn't be here, Makoto wouldn't be bleeding, and Tommy wouldn't be robbing banks twice in a week. Why do you think we're doing this, he obviously needs the money to fight off Augustus' men."
The doorbell rings. Trent hears it and waits. Nothing. Then it rings again. "God doesn't Tommy have someone to do this for him?" he gets up and goes in the other room opening up the door. Two black objects are held out of focus from his face across from them is the face of Max Payne. "Hi Trent."
"How the fuck did you know where I was."
"You told me remember."
"That's not what I meant and you know it."
"Where else would you be? I ask a cop where the Mafia is and I hear about this place. The funny thing is you weren't smart enough to avoid opening the door."
"You don't have a warrant."
"Yes I do. Remember? For your arrest."
'Fuck!' he thinks to himself. 'What the hell am I going to do now?' a long barrel comes from behind Max pointing at the back of his head. The weilder walks into the doorframe, and Trent's view. It's Tommy Vercetti Jr. with a double-barrel twelve gauge. He presses it against Max's head watching him flinch. "So you must be the infamous Max Payne... Hmm I've heard about you. Well..." He brings the butt of the gun forward slamming it into the back of Max's head they watch him fall down in front of the door.
"Well Trent we have discovered your problem, and we'll see what we can do. With a little luck we'll cure you within' the hour." Tommy Jr. says doing his best impression of a doctor, referring to Max as an infection. "This guy's like a cancer, let's treat him like one."