Max Payne

Joey Finito:
Ladies and gentlemen, it's the Payne in the butt.

Virgillio Finito:
Payne to the Max!

Max Payne:
You're killing me. Did you get some wino downstairs to make it up, or did you come up with it yourselves? Don't answer that. A rhetorical question. Listen, I got something for your boss. Lupino around?

Joey Finito:
That kinda depends who's askin'. A friend or a junk squad plant. But don't answer! Its one of those... how you put it... rhetorical questions.

Virgillio Finito:
Lupino ain't in but he says bye!

Max Payne:
Collecting evidence had gotten old a few hundred bullets back. I was already so far beyond the point of no return I couldn't remember what it had looked like when I had passed it.

Max Payne:
He was trying to buy more sand for his hour glass. I wasn't selling any.

Max Payne:
When darkness fell, New York City became something else. Bad things happen in the night, on the streets of that other city. Noir York City.

Max Payne:
So what does B.B. stand for anyway, backstabbing bastard?

Max Payne:
The shadows rushed me, bruised mug-shot faces hungry for revenge. They knew my weak points and closed in for the kill. The floor turned into a vortex of green blood. I fell.

Max Payne:
The crooks had enough explosives to send lady liberty into orbit.

Max Payne:
They were all dead. The final gunshot was an exclamation mark on everything that had led to this point. I released my finger from the trigger, and it was over.

Vinnie Gognitti:
Police brutality!

Max Payne:
I rate pretty high on that.

Vinnie Gognitti:
Y-you... You can't just kill me in cold-blood!

Max Payne:
Uh-huh, just keep telling yourself that.

Max Payne:
I don't know about angels, but it's fear that gives men wings.

Vinnie Gognitti:
Book me, take me in, haul me to the freakin' jail, just don't hurt me!

Max Payne:
Your rights will be read at your funeral, Vinnie.

Max Payne:
One thing you can count on: You push a man too far, and sooner or later he'll start pushing back.

Max Payne:
Turn around, walk away, blow town. That would have been the smart thing to do. I guess I wasn't that smart.

Max Payne:
No Payne, No Gain.

Max Payne:
You play, you pay, you bastard.

Max Payne:
So much for being subtle.

Vladimir:
I'm going to make you an offer you can't refuse. I've always wanted to say that.

Max Payne:
He had a baseball bat and I was tied to a chair. Pissing him off was the smart thing to do.

Jack Lupino:
The flesh of fallen angels! Come to me, all!... Astaroth, Beelzebub, Asmodeus, Baphomet, Lucifer, Loki, Satan, Cthulhu, Lilith, Hela! Blood to you all!

Frankie Niagara:
Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Frankie "the Bat" Niagara.

Max Payne:
"Niagara," as in you cry a lot?

Max Payne:
Up on that rooftop I was a Ninja, my Kung Fu was strong. I wasn't kidding anybody. At best I was Superman on kryponite, about to fall into where it all went down.

Vinnie Gognitti:
You - you can't just kill me in cold blood!

Max Payne:
You just keep telling yourself that.

Jack Lupino:
Mythic wolves let loose to devour the sun and the moon... Lupino is the wolf. I'm Mr. Beast, the big bad Fenris wolf, I'm The-End-of-the-World-Man, wearing the flesh of fallen angels...!

Max Payne:
Everything ripped apart in a New York minute.

Max Payne:
The sun went down with practiced bravado. Twilight crawled across the sky, laden with foreboding.

B.B.:
You can't win this one, Max.

Max Payne:
Maybe, but I can make damn sure none of you do either.

Max Payne:
In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.

B.B.:
You have no idea how big this is Max, It's huge... You have no idea!

Max Payne:
Valkyr had been meant to be a white-winged maiden that would lift you to a warrior's heaven. But it turned out to be a one-way demon ride to hell. The devil was in the drug. I knew. I had met him.

Max Payne:
And now I was going to kill her- the queen of the underworld who had tried to lift herself a bit closer to heaven with her drug money. No begging, no bribes, she knew better - honor among killers, "We who are about to die." We both know how this would end: in pain and suffering.

B.B.:
Maxey... Maxey... You know I hate people who refuse to see the right thing, what's right to do...

Max Payne:
It was an impressive floor show, but I didn't feel like staying for an encore.

Max Payne:
Thank you.

Max Payne:
Mona, looking good.

Mona Sax:
Max, we've gotta stop meeting like this.

Nicole Horne:
All this because your wife stuck her nose into things that were none of her business.

Vladimir:
Clear as vodka.

Max Payne:
You'd find lady luck was a hooker and you were all out of money.

Prologue:
See? My last smoke. It's bad for the baby.

Prologue: Life was good. The sun setting on a sweet summer's day, the smell of freshly mowed lawns, the sounds of children playing-- A house across the river, on the Jersey-side. A beautiful wife and a baby girl. The American Dream come true. But dreams have a nasty habit of going bad when you're not looking.

Prologue: The sun went down with practiced bravado. Twilight crawled across the sky, laden with foreboding. I didn't like the way the show started. But they had given me the best seat in the house. Front row center.

Chapter One: Roscoe Street Station: 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... But the train doors had already shut behind me, and I was in for the ride. Next stop: Roscoe Street Station.

Chapter One:
Roscoe Street Station: So much for being subtle.

Chapter Four: The Blood Veins Of New York: The word was out. A deadly virus released into the city's corrupt circulatory system. Something wicked this way comes. Max Payne at large.

Chapter Five: Let The Gun Do The Talking: A bomb went off, turning snow into liquid gold. (...) It was a lucky break. The goons inside were spooked, but luck always came with a price tag.

Chapter Six:
Fear That Gives Men Wings: Gognitti bailed. I made like Chow Yun-Fat.

Chapter Eight: Ragna Rock: Ragna Rock was as inviting as a headache, flickering and flashing to a machine gun beat. The belly of the nightclub was a gothic theme park that began with bondage games, and led to the nasty stuff from there-- As subtle with its dark message as a cop killer bullet through the heart. Like father, like son. Just like Jack Lupino.

Chapter Eight: Ragna Rock: Ragnarok, the end of the Viking world with a terrible winter that covered the Earth in ice, when vile crimes were rampant and all humanity lost. I could see how someone impressionable might get it into their head that we were at the end of time.

Chapter Nine:
An Empire Of Evil: The flesh of fallen angels.

Chapter Nine: An Empire Of Evil: Beelzebub, Asmodeus, Baphomet, Lucifer, Loki, Cthulhu, Lilith, Hela... Blood given to you all... He was after that old Faustian deal - your soul for power and fortune, just sign on the dotted line with your blood.

Chapter Nine: An Empire Of Evil: After Y2K the end of the world had become a cliché. But who was I to talk, a brooding underdog avenger alone against an empire of evil, out to right a grave injustice. Everything was subjective. There were only personal apocalypses. Nothing is a cliché when it's happening to you.

Chapter Nine: An Empire Of Evil: Secrets... living under the skin of reality. I've seen it, the corruption of flesh! I'm the wolf! Yeah! I am the wolf! It's close. It's coming. You have come. The witness to the end of time. It's now! I will rise to her side! I don't need the words! I'm beyond the words!

Chapter Nine: An Empire Of Evil: I had known there'd have to be a catch in it somewhere, and this one was the Empire State Building of catches. [...] Lupino was pumped up and dying to go 15 rounds with a mutant alligator.

Prologue: The nightmare was always the same. Violent shapes moving in darkness, old and ugly. The killer's mad laughter was a riddle filled with wicked innuendo. Somewhere the baby was crying.

Prologue:
Shoot 'em fulla holes, blow 'em to bits, vaporize 'em, disintegrate 'em, no matter whatchu do, they'll still be back, good as new.

Chapter Two:
An Offer You Can'T Refuse: None of us was a saint.

Chapter Two:
An Offer You Can'T Refuse: No minotaur lurked in this labyrinth, but somewhere out there, on the clanking deck of his cargo freighter, the skipper of the Charon was waiting...

Chapter Five: Angel Of Death: The numbing cold of the broken night had followed me in. Upstairs the trio tangoed down the manor halls to the silent rhythm of their murderous hearts, the blood of their victims rust on their lips.

Chapter Five: Angel Of Death: Punchinello was a pushover. The moment I stepped into the room he folded like a deuce before a royal flush.

Prologue:
Take me to Cold Steel.

Prologue:
I was in a graphic novel. Funny as hell, it was the most horrible thing I could think of.

Chapter One: Take Me To Cold Steel: Staggering on the mill roof in ice and snow and wild wind, I was a ninja. My kung fu was strong. I wasn't kidding anyone. At best, I was Superman on kryptonite, about to fall through a skylight, down to where it was all going down.

Chapter Two:
Hidden Truths: I was close enough to hear the secrets just beyond the next doorway.

Chapter Three: The Deep Six: I had taken on the role of the mythic detective: Bogart as Marlowe, or as Sam Spade going after the Maltese Falcon, to unravel all the mysteries. Following a path of clues to that final revelation, even if it would take me down to the cold, cavernous depths of a grave.

Chapter Three: The Deep Six: Project Valhalla. V for valkyr, V for Valhalla. All of a sudden it read like a crackpot conspiracy theory.

Chapter Four:
Backstabbing Bastard: I hadn't slept in a million years.

Chapter Six: Byzantine Power Game: I had dreamed of revenge. Those dreams were always nightmares, of coming close and then failing. Now I was close. I had a name to guide me. Nicole Horne. I had nothing to lose.

Chapter Seven: Nothing To Lose: Mine wasn't the most original approach to the problem, it wasn't as if it hadn't all been done before-- An eye for an eye, the first principle of revenge, old as dirt, still going strong. The cardinal rule in going after someone with an intention to kill was not to make it personal, which it almost always ended up being anyway.

Chapter Eight:
Pain And Suffering: It's ridiculous you've made it this far.

Chapter Eight:
Pain And Suffering: No begging, no bribes. She knew better. Honor among killers; we who are about to die. Both of us knew how this would end: in pain and suffering.

Chapter Eight: Pain And Suffering: They were all dead. The final gunshot was an exclamation mark to everything that had led to this point. I released my finger from the trigger. And then it was all over. The storm seemed to lose its frenzy. The ragged clouds gave way to the stars above. A bit closer to heaven.