From outside, thousands of swat teams and heavily gunned police men began surrounding the bank, making it impossible for them escape without a fight.
Niko ran into the basement, and began stealing the money, witch they came for in the first place.
Packie: (pointing his gun at Luis) What's your excuse, boy-o?
Luis: Excuse for what!?
Packie: For not following my fuckin instructions!.. We said no fucking with us!.. Why was that so hard to understand!?
Luis: What are you talking about, mister!?
Packie: I saw you talking to that piece of shit who shot my boy Michael!.. It was your idea wasn't it!
Luis: Coarse no-
Packie: No huh!? He just came up with it himself huh!?.. The fairy fucking godmother said it!., Out-fucking-standing!
(audience laughs)
I will P.T. you until you fucking die! I'll P.T. you until your asshole is sucking buttermilk.. Now. I ask again.. Was it your fuckin idea, you scroungy little fuck, huh?!
Luis: No!
Packie: (angrily) You little piece of shit! You look like a fucking worm! I'll bet it WAS you!
(audience laughs)
Luis: (cowers in fear)
Packie: You look nervous.. Am I making you nervous!?
Luis: Yes!
Packie: Good!.. Maybe that'll teach ya not to fuck with me!... Your lucky I'm not making you pay for Michael's funeral!
(audience cheers a bit).
Niko: I got all the money I could.. But theirs still some in their.
Packie: We won't have time to get the rest. Lets move out boys!