About: dbkwik:resource/NjOKZGXlCPTUV20HprTNgQ==

Property	Value
rdfs:label	MQDadVoice.txt/MQ
dcterms:subject	Fallout 4 dialogue files
dbkwik:fallout/property/wikiPageUsesTemplate	dbkwik:resource/2v5mikvrSIcWPC1gArJcgQ== dbkwik:resource/1wV1fZaEGidC3WKQnf_Zlw== dbkwik:resource/6D5s5cdsO7Ubpn7gOlTHwA==
response	What do I need to do? You're welcome. Go on. I'm on it. We'll see. I don't know. What do you want from me? Not really, no. All right. {Question} What's the plan? We should get going. {Confident} Let's do this. {Confident} Then let's get to it. Here you go. I should get going. I'm not sure. Maybe later. Not now. Still looking. What's so important? {Neutral} No, not yet. I'll think about it. I don't know... So... {Irritated} How can you admire them? They're a bunch of murderers. What's going to happen to all those people outside the gate? That scientist Kellogg was supposed to track down. Virgil. We need to find him. {unsure how to feel, regret mixed with anger and uncertainty / Depressed} I saw Kellogg's life... The man who ruined my family... The man I killed... {emphasize "you" / Sarcastic} If all I needed was a dog, why'd I bother saving you? {playful banter to spouse, salesman keeps ringing the door} He's persistent, I'll give him that. {panicked, running to the Vault with your spouse} Hold on to Shaun! {Confident} Sounds good. Get the troops ready for the attack. I need to build a Signal Interceptor to get into the Institute. {panicked, short of breathe, just ran to the Vault elevator / Nervous} He's fine. We're gonna be okay. I love you. We got what we needed. The Institute uses teleportation to get in and out. Help me, and I promise I'll protect any survivors to the best of my ability. {Grateful} Looks good, Ingram. I'll get to work right away. {playful banter, lovingly married for years} Wow, your hair looks great. {Question} How are we going to build the Control Console? {confused, angry / Puzzled} Father? That's your name? Your title? {talking to baby shaun} There she is, see? Mommy's not going far. {Worried} Not sure how we're going to build this Relay Dish. {mind-blown / Disbelief} How... is that even possible? {with your spouse, listening to the TV report of the bombs dropping / Nervous} Oh my god. {Irritated} Skip to the part where we build the thing, Tom. {Kellogg's voice is coming out of Nick Valentine / Disbelief} What did you say? {Thinking} That's not much to go on. I might not be able to find him. {player looking at a laundry hamper full of dirty clothes} Should leave the laundry for Codsworth... {Puzzled} You don't know anything about them? Really? {playful banter, lovingly married for years} New hair color? {Disgust} So the weird science experiments needed specimens. That's why they took you. {playful banter, lovingly married for years} Sweetie, you look as beautiful as the day we met... San Francisco Sunlights. Kellogg's preferred brand, alright. {player is standing there not saying anything} You all right? There's more than one person who knows about the Institute. Virgil, that scientist who escaped... {reading a label on the outside of your laundry washer} Another fine product of General Atomics International... {leaving the house to go to the Vault, leaving Codsworth behind} Codsworth. Stay safe, buddy. {tapping on the shoulder to get their attention} Codsworth... You and I both know you were part of the Institute, and you escaped. {A mix of annoyed and concerned. Who's been telling these lies?} Who told you that I was your father? {refusing to give Mama Murphy chems / Stern} You need to stop using chems. I'm serious. All you need to know is there's a machine that can get me inside the Institute. It doesn't matter what they think. What matters is what you do. I'm trying to find my son. The Institute kidnapped him. {Sarcastic} Either it is, or we end up building one hell of a paper weight. {Sad} I... I didn't make it in time. Kellogg was working with the Institute and he... he gave them Shaun... I've lost him all over again... {Question} Aren't you the least bit curious what they have in there? {projected voice - Codsworth is in the room down the hall / Puzzled} Codsworth? What's wrong? {Question} You're not having second thoughts, are you? {cracking jokes / Amused} Next stop: the Railroad. Choo choo! {Grateful} Thanks, Sturges. I'll get right on this. {Understanding with some regret that you have to wait / Somber} I understand, Elder. {Talking to Dogmeat, who has sniffed something out.} What do you have there? {Dogmeat is tracking Kellogg and has stopped. he's trying to pick up the scent again} Kellogg was here. Let's find something to track him down. {hesitant, concerned / Concerned} Shaun, about this synth... I...I woke up. I saw them take you. I couldn't stop them. I couldn't do anything... {Reassuring, compassionate} Right, of course. I'm your father. {shouting, desperate - player is going the wrong way / Afraid} Where are you going? We have to get to the Vault! {Question} You're the one that can extract memories from a brain, right? The Institute uses teleportation to get in and out. This machine can hijack their signal and send me instead. Looks like this one thought he'd get away. No such luck. {exasperated / Disbelief} Oh come on. That's crazy! {heartbroken / Disbelief} But why? Why take a child? Why take you? {panicked, running to the Vault with your spouse} I'm right here! Go! I found Virgil. He has a way inside the Institute, but I need a code from a Courser Chip. {emotional, trying to soothe/calm / Worried} Shaun, please... calm down. I'll get you out of there. {Apologetic} Shhhh... It'll be okay, Shaun. I'm here now. {Question} That all sounds impressive, but can you build it? {Very important Q / Question} Is the Church safe now? Did you know the Institute has a teleporter? They call it the Molecular Relay. {playful banter} *chuckle* Go ahead, honey. I'll be there in a second to help, okay? {joking, referring to yourself, looking in the mirror} What d'ya think, hon? Roguishly handsome, or handsomely roguish? {Puzzled} I don't know. I might need that chip later. {to yourself, looking at an old-fashioned camera} We really need to get those vacation photos developed... {looking at a bottle of liquor, commenting to yourself} It's a little early to be drinking... {Irritated} I killed him myself. I don't have time for this. {playful, loving} It's that salesman. He'll want to talk to you. {frustrated / Irritated} Yeah, you lost me. I don't see the point of any of this. {Sad} The man that... killed my wife. He had a handgun. I didn't get a clear look at it, but that sound... {chuckling, reading the title of a comic book cover} Grognak the Barbarian and the Jungle of the Bat Babies. My favorite... {playful banter, lovingly married for years} Blonde, brunette, purple. It all looks good on you. {Confident} I did it for the people of the Commonwealth. {Re-record for Player Female: softer, exhausted, player is only a couple feet from you} It's going to be okay, right? {Irritated} I think we've done enough for the Commonwealth. {talking to the player, inside the vault} We made it. {desperate / Worried} Please, Shaun... I'm your father... talk to me! Just open the door... {Codsworth just shouted from the living room down the hall} We should check on Codsworth. You don't remember... you didn't see it the way I did. It was... brutal. One of them came right up to me. Bald head, scar across his left eye. {curious, but not accusatory / Question} What are you doing here, Piper? {honest question} Isn't there any way you can use the Sight without chems? {Angry} End end of the line, Kellogg. You die, and I get my son back. {Following Dogmeat to find Kellogg. He's stopped at a door to an old building} Is this the place? Is he in here, boy? You think you're in pain now? I can make you bleed. Make you beg me for death. {Question} How can I contact him if you know nothing about him? {in Nick's office, describing your case to Nick for the first time. Last question is thinking out loud/to yourself / Depressed} We're looking for my son, Shaun. He's less than a year old. Why would anyone take him? {playful banter, lovingly married for years} That's the face I fell in love with. {Kellogg's voice is coming out of Nick Valentine / Stern} You want to try for round two? Let's go. {Wry, grim humor / Sarcastic} Hopefully it'll be easier than assembling Shaun's crib. {Question} Anything else you can tell me about the Memory Den? {trying to calm Shaun down} Hon, could you help me? {Defiant} I can't risk that. I need to find my son. {Stern} There's something wrong with you, Nick. I don't want you with me. {Sarcastic} In my secret club, the code phrase is just two words. "Awesome" and "Me." {looking in the fridge, commenting to yourself} Nuka Cola. Ice cold... {Stern} Whatever you're thinking, it doesn't matter. He's dead. {Confident} Tell me you have a way past this, doctor. {shouting, desperate - player is going the wrong way and the bombs are about to drop / Afraid} We have to get to the Vault! Where are you going!? {to yourself} Saddle Up Salisbury Steak. Graded A+. {tapping someone on the shoulder, you're tired, exhausted} Hey there. *Sigh* You're right. Let's get it over with. {playful, loving} You okay? Didn't forget how to handle the baby, did we? {to yourself, reading the label on a box} Abraxo. For all your cleaning needs... {bombs are dropping, more concerned and rushed} Codsworth? {under your breathe, to yourself. Looking at items on a table. the last item is a cigar with a brand name of "San Francisco Sunlights"} Gwinnett Stout Beer... Forty-four caliber bullets... And cigars. "San Francisco Sunlights." {trying to keep it together / Disbelief} God, all we're missing are the teacups and the White Rabbit... {Worried} Even with the rebels, I don't think we're a match for what they can throw at us. {bombs are dropping, more concerned and rushed} Codsworth... {Worried} I don't like having to rely on their teleporter. {cryopod scene kellogg's brain / Nervous} *coughing* Is it over? Are we okay? {waiting for the player to enter the Vault pods} I think he's better. You go ahead. {playful, loving} Can you get the door? Whenever I answer, he just asks for you over and over. {Nervous} We need your help, doctor. I need the memories from a man named Kellogg, but he's dead. There's no other way. The Institute can't be trusted. {Depressed} My son Shaun is missing. He was kidnapped, but I don't know who took him, or where they went. {emotionally exhausted / Disbelief} This is all... it's too much. I just don't know anymore. {tapping someone on the shoulder, you're tired, exhausted} Hey. {Question} I got this from someone who should know what he's talking about. Can you build it or not? {player looking at the folded towels and clothes in the laundry room} Folded and neat... {tapping your spouse on the shoulder to get their attention} Hey Hon... I have plans here to build a Signal Interceptor that can get me inside the Institute. {Annoyed} The focus should be on the Institute, not this Patriot. {playful banter, lovingly married for years} Absolutely lovely. {comforting baby Shaun, who is crying / Nervous} Hold on, little guy. Hold on... {playful, loving, in the baby's room with your wife} I didn't do a bad job decorating here, huh? Okay, maybe one too many rocket ships... {Question} Preston thought you might be able to figure out these plans for me. Come on. You really think it could happen? Nuclear war? These are plans for building a Signal Interceptor to get inside the Institute. {to yourself, looking at Shaun's empty baby bottles} Heh. How can someone so small drink so much? {playful banter, lovingly married for years} You're beautiful, you know that? {Question} Did you figure out the rest of Virgil's schematics? {playful banter, lovingly married for years} As beautiful as the day we met... {Sarcastic} Breaking through an underwater security grate in high radiation? Sounds like fun. {Hurried, urgent} Yes, I mean it. Now let's get out of here. {relaxing at home but still nervous about your upcoming speech, speaking to your spouse who is only a few feet away from you} Do I look nervous? I look nervous, don't I? {persuasive, convincing / Confident} Just trust me. It's important. You have my word. {Rhetorical sarcasm} Oh, this is just what I need right now... {Dismissive, cold-hearted} That's not happening. No way. {right after killing Kellogg. you and Nick are trying to figure out what to do next / Pleading} There has to be a way, Nick. {screaming over the sound of the nuclear blast, elevator is descending} HOLD ON! {laughing a little. Playful. You got talked into it, but don't mind.} *Sigh* Okay. You talked me into it. {tapping your spouse on the shoulder, inside the vault} Hon... {MARK FOR RE-RECORD.} Would you believe the Institute kidnapped my son? {tired, still nervous, being led to the Vault} Hey, Hon... {Irritated} That doesn't sound like a very good way in. {playful, loving} Come on, get the door. I'll owe you one, okay? {joking, cracking wise / Amused} Technically, the corpse was defiled already. {waiting for the player to enter the Vault pods} Go ahead, hon. I'll take Shaun with me. { do a little voice at the end for the quote / Amused} Could you say that like Doctor Frankenstein? "Igor! Fetch me the brain!" {talking to the player, inside the vault} This is our new home... {Angry} In a hundred years, when I finally die, I only hope I go to Hell so I can kill you all over again, you piece of shit. I need whatever information you've got. Anything to help me get in to the Insitute. {confrontational / Irritated} Don't lie to me, Nick. You're one of them. They made you. {at the Vault Cryopods, Shaun's acting up} Hon? Could you help me with Shaun? A "Courser"? What's that? A decoy, huh? Clever. A lot is riding on this, Tom. Absolutely. Let's get out of here. All right, I'll do it. Anything to get Shaun back. All right, I'll go along with it. All right, Ingram. Fire it up. All right. I'll find them. All right. Let's get started. Already gotten what I can from this. And do what exactly? And you... You've been down here the whole time? Another one of his stogies. Are you Virgil? Are you certain this is the only way to end this? Are you in any pain? Are you sure you want this? {Puzzled} I don't know, Nick. That seems a little out there. Big bullets. Kellogg's preferred caliber. BioScience? Advanced Systems? Bloody bandages. Dogmeat can track this. Bodyguard robots didn't fare too well. Bunch of our old Holotape recordings... But there's room for my entire family, right? But... Director? Why you? {Irritated} Then he's dead already. It's a waste of time. {you've never heard of the Gunners / Puzzled} Who are the Gunners? Can you help me or not? Can you tell me about the Institute or not? Come back some other time. Come on, it's not like anything's going to happen. Do you have anything for me? Do you know anything about decoding Courser Chips? Does it matter? Dogmeat's gonna need more to go on. Fine. I'll do it myself. Stubborn... Fine. It's yours. Forget it. Never mind. Go on, doctor. Go. Away. Good morning. Goodbye Nick. Got something, boy? Gwinnett Stout. One of his creature comforts. Have I given you reason to doubt me? He was a murderer. He killed your mother. Here you go. Let's see what we need. Here's... what I could find. Here. Already have some. Here. One hit of Jet. Hey, Virgil. Hey, kid. Shaun, I... I hoped there was something more I could do. I wanted to save you. Hold on... Honey? Could you help me? How do I fight that much radiation, doctor? {playful, loving, in the baby's room with your wife} I know it's corny to say this, but everything I need in life is right here in this room. I can at least end your suffering. I can't afford to trust anyone. I can't wait for the world to end! I did it. The platform's constructed. I don't believe you. I don't know about all that. I don't need a synth. I found the real Shaun. I don't really know. Doesn't sound familiar. I don't see why you can't do this. I don't want to hear anymore right now. I don't want to kill you. I want to save you. I have my ways. I have some things to do first. I have the code. I have to go and get it. I just don't know... I just need a minute, okay? I just need to know if you can help me. I just want to watch this place burn. I need your help with these schematics. I need your help. I needed a Courser Chip. I need the code on it. I said, "no." I see it. Good boy. I think I'll take that vacation first. I think I've heard enough for now. I told you I'd get it done, didn't I? I want out of this place. Now. I wish there were some other way... I won't be a part of this. I can't. I wonder if Dogmeat could pick up the scent. I'll do whatever it takes. It's worth it. I'll get it to it later. I'll get started. I'll head there on my own. I'll see you around, Nick. I'm a little busy right now... I'm gonna head out on my own from here, Nick. I'm here now. I'm just here to talk. I'm looking for results, not excuses. I'm no good at lying. I'm not here to take orders. I'm not ready for this, doc. I'm not ready to do this yet. I'm not sure I want to do this now. I'm not sure, but I've seen some strange things. I'm ready as I'll ever be. I'm right behind you, Dogmeat. I'm sorry it's come to this, Shaun. I'm sorry. I can't do that. I'm sorry. I'm not interested. I'm sure it'll work. I'm trying to track down a man named Kellogg. I've got it covered. I've made some friends in the Commonwealth. I've... changed my mind. I'll work with you. {playful banter, lovingly married for years} Did I mention how much I love your new hairstyle? {unnerved, trying to be polite / Concerned} It seems like a strange choice, on more than one level. If he can help, let's do it. If this is true... where do we start? Is that even possible? Isn't there some other way? It depends on whether you're willing to help me. It doesn't matter. It looks like they raised you well. It took him long enough. It's a clue, but not enough. It's hard to believe they left another way in. It's time to free the synths. It's too soon; we're not ready yet. It's you and me, Nick. {angry, emotional / Defiant} Damn it, Shaun! Open the door! If we need to find Virgil, then I'm going after him. {persuading Mama Murphy to get off chems / Concerned} The Sight isn't worth killing yourself over, Mama Murphy. It doesn't have to define what you are, or what you can give. Just tell me where Kellogg went, tin can. {Depressed} You were right, Nick. Kellogg did have my son. But that wasn't all. He was working with the Institute. He... he gave them Shaun... Kellogg's been taken care of. Kellogg... he worked for you? {Question} Even after all we've done, the Commonwealth hates us? {player is standing there not saying anything} You look tired... {Angry} It's none of your goddamn business, Sturges. Activate the relay. Lead the way, Nick. Let's get going, Nick. Let's get started then. Let's go. Just point me in the right direction. Let's just focus on the task at hand. {Question} Can you give me a list of what I'll need to build this platform? {Depressed} I was so blinded by anger.... I just wanted him dead. Now look what I've done. Man like that would've had access. In and out. Maybe I don't want to talk to you. Maybe it's another kidnapped kid. Maybe some other time. Maybe we should do this later. Maybe. Let me think it over. {screaming, the nuclear bomb has just detonated on the horizon} Oh my god! My energy? What do you mean? My pleasure, Elder. It gets me inside the Institute. That's all that matters. {at the Vault Cryopods, Shaun's acting up} Can you come here? Shaun's being fussy. {Sarcastic} Next time I have to watch someone's life story, I want popcorn. I already have someone with me. I'll meet you there, Nick. Need to see the mayor about something. Never mind. Sorry for bothering you. Nick Valentine wanted me to see you. No, I'll hold onto it for now. No, I'm not. No, never heard of them. No, not yet. No, still working on it. None of your damn business. Not a chance. I'm not doing anything for you. Not just yet. I need a minute. Not right now, Mama Murphy. Not sure how we're going to build this Relay Dish. Nothing. Nevermind. Okay, boy. Let's track him. Okay, let's get to work. {Angry} You murdered my wife... took my son. You're a dead man! {Worried} Shaun, are you okay? You're not hurt, are you? {Irritated} Let's not forget who really made this possible. You're nothing without me. {Concerned} We're leaving this place. Together. Okay Shaun? The woman was dressed in... I think it was a kind of hazard suit. The man had... some sort of metal brace on his arm. {to yourself, looking at a pocket watch, but it's telling the wrong time} Broken again... {Confident} Elder Maxson, I have a set of plans to build a Signal Interceptor to get me inside the Institute. Quit your whining. I just need to know how to get inside. Relax - I just need to know how to get in there. Do you know anything about decoding a Courser Chip? {looking at the laundry dryer in your house} Let Codsworth take care of it... Shaun... can we talk about this? Shaun... It's really you... Sixty years... so much time, wasted... Skip to the good part, doc. So I can just head in and talk to McDonough? So the brain is still good, right? So the next step... So you're in charge of the Institute? Somebody cleaned a gun here. Somebody didn't want to get snuck up on here. Somebody spent the night here. Sorry. Never mind. I'll come back later. Sure. Let's do it. {watching the news report, talks about bombs dropping} Wait. What did he just say? {Dogmeat is tracking Kellogg and has stopped. he's trying to pick up the scent again} Lost the scent, boy? {joking, referring to removing Kellogg's brain / Amused} I'm gonna need a really sharp ice cream scoop... {playful, loving} Let's give Codsworth a break. I'll be along right after you, okay? Take it easy. Kellogg's dead. Tell me about the Minutemen. Tell me more about this Vault. Tell me what I need to know. Thanks Codsworth. That Brotherhood airship is hard to miss. That sounds like suicide. The Railroad helped me. There's gotta be another way. There's gotta be someone who can help. They get me inside the Institute. They kidnapped my son. They kidnapped someone, and I want him back. They killed my wife. This device, this will get me into the Institute? This didn't do any good for them, did it? This had to be Kellogg. This whole thing makes me uncomfortable. Torn up by his own turret. {trying to calm Shaun down} Shaun's acting up. Could you help? {reading the label on the box of sugar bombs} Sugar Bombs... 100% daily value of sugar... {Angry} Doesn't matter what he knew. I'd kill him again in a heartbeat. {tired, still nervous, being led to the Vault} Just a little farther... {Confident} The Institute? Well I'll find him, no matter where he is. Nothing will stop me. {playful banter, lovingly married for years} Lookin' good. {pronounced MOH-BEEL} Hey, I just fixed that mobile on his crib the other day. Why don't you give it a spin? {Hesitant, doubtful} I'm not sure that's such a good idea. Vault-Tec? Remind me again. {Nick asks you if you heard the name "Kellogg", but you're not sure / Puzzled} I... might have... everything was foggy... {Puzzled} What's the deal with you people and Nick, anyway? {Angry} No... That's not true. It can't be. I... I've come so far... We have nothing to talk about. We're getting close, boy. Let's go. What can we get off the Courser Chip? What do you think boy? Enough to go on? What do you think, boy? Was this our man? What happened here? What have we here? What's Jet? What's going on here? What's happened to you? Are you sick? What's this secret way in? Whatever you're selling, I'm not buying. Why are you so afraid of Kellogg? Why build it to look like you? Why did you need Jet again? Why do I have to kill one? Why does it matter? Why would they pick you? Why? What makes the Glowing Sea so dangerous? Will it be like that night in the park a year ago? {you and your spouse are making Shaun's costume at home} Can't believe it's almost Halloween. Need to finish making Shaun's costume. {Irritated} Bullshit. You're a synth, Valentine! Tell me what you know! {Angry} So where is it? Huh? This "Institute"? How do I get there? {Sarcastic} Oh you know, took a radiation bath, hung out with a big, green guy. Then I pulled this encoded chip out of a Courser's neck. He was not happy. Yeah, that was me. I took down a Courser. Yeah, they use some sort of teleporter. Yes, absolutely. Let's get the hell out of here. Yes, that's what I want. You have information I need. You help me, and I'll help you. You know what? Forget it. I don't need you. You read my mind. He had to have a way in and out. You really got taken apart. You said something about the Railroad? You want me to stay here, in the Institute? You're a Super Mutant? You're lying. I know it. You're my son? Then prove it. Now. You're right. Using chems is your choice. You've gotten worse? Your Institute has done some horrible things. Your confidence is staggering. Your mother... she never got to see you grow up... Your secretary, Ellie. She sent me. {talking to a vault tec scientist handing you a vault suit / Tired} Thanks. What now? There's no time to argue, Tom. Get this thing running now. {playful banter, lovingly married for years} I think Shaun has your nose. {Looking at a set of military fatigues} War never changes... Got that right... {you've never heard of the Railroad / Puzzled} The Railroad? They need your help, Shaun. It's rough up there, to say the least. {Apologetic} What do you want me to do, Shaun? What can I do? {trying to be reasonable} I'm just a guy looking for information on the Institute. {Question} Does it really matter how I feel, doctor? {Emotionally charged, a tender moment} Of course I still love you, Shaun. I always will. {afraid, watching the news report, talks about bombs dropping} What's going on? {Confident} Good. I'll get the details from Sturges while you get the Minutemen ready to attack. A scientist named Virgil said this machine could get me inside the Institute. {playful banter, lovingly married for years} You get a hair cut yesterday? They had no right to take you! You were my son... our son... {tapping your spouse on the shoulder, inside the vault, checking up on them} Everything ok? {Friendly} Listen, after breakfast, I was thinking we could head to the park for a bit. Weather should hold up. {playful banter, lovingly married for years} New hairstyle? Love it. {shocked. wasn't expecting Nick Valentine to be an android / Puzzled} What... are you? {Sarcastic} I think we've done enough damage already. {under your breathe, listening to the news about nuclear war starting / Afraid} Oh no... {watching the news report, talks about bombs dropping} Oh god... {Kellogg's voice is coming out of Nick Valentine / Disbelief} Nick? Are you still in there? {Dismissive, annoyed} You're not going anywhere with me. You're not my son. I wanted to see you one last time before your whole empire comes crashing down around you. I'm here to blow up your reactor, Shaun. Put an end to the Institute. {planning your next steps with Doctor Amari / Puzzled} What do you think we should do? {talking to baby Shaun / Nervous} See? This is our new home... {Confident} I have some information that might prove beneficial to both of us. {mixture of anger and hopelessness / Depressed} It's over... I've lost him... {Friendly} Hey, it's peace of mind. That's worth a little paperwork, right? {trying to calm Shaun down} He's being fussy. Could you...? {Question} How are we going to build a Control Console? {playful banter, lovingly married for years} You look lovely. {Yielding, a little annoyed, but compassionate} All right, you can come with me. But you'd better not make me regret this. {Irritated} I wouldn't be wasting your time if I didn't think it was real. {Question} The Railroad, huh? What's your take on them? {Somber} It... It wasn't right, what they did. Taking you from me like that. I have plans here to build a Signal Interceptor that can get me into the Institute. I'm not sure I can explain how it works, but a former Institute scientist gave me these plans. {Neutral} I might have a way to get into the Institute. {banging on the glass of the cryopod, trapped inside} *grunt* {Hurried, impatient} Look kid, I'm leaving. If you want to come along, then follow me. I didn't want it to end like this, Shaun. I'm not a monster. {Confident} Yes, I'm ready to build the rest of it. {Surprised that someone doubts you} What, you don't believe me? {Mostly to self. Pondering a clue.} We're at the old Army base. Is he hiding out here? {overcome with emotion, hope / Disbelief} Shaun... Is that really you? {Sad} Where do you want me to start? The part where Kellogg turned out to be working for the Institute? Or the part where he told me they have Shaun? {tired, still nervous, being led to the Vault} Hon... {referring to yourself, looking in the mirror} Yeah. Not bad... I know you were part of it, and you escaped. They sent Kellogg to kill you. {too painful to finish the last sentence, describing your case to Nick for the first time / Sad} My wife was... murdered. She was trying to keep them from taking Shaun and they... they just... {playful banter to spouse, salesman keeps ringing the door} He's still there. I'm kind of impressed. {you only have a piece of the brain, not the whole thing / Nervous} How much of the brain do you need exactly? {playful banter, lovingly married for years} You have great lips, you know that? {Irritated} Forget it, I'll take the information elsewhere. {Surprised} This doesn't make sense. I thought you're eager to take the fight to the Institute. {practicing the speech in the mirror / Neutral} War never changes... {Question} Not sure how we're going to build this Relay Dish. {Question} Can you take a look at these schematics? They're for a machine to get me inside the Institute. Not sure if they were trying to pin him down or had terrible aim. {Pleading} How can you say that? How can you be so dismissive of all those people, everything they've done? {playful, loving, sending the player to check on Shaun} I'll be there in a minute. Go ahead. {Amused} Wait. Were you just playing a joke on me? {Amused} Who knows? Maybe he did plan it all. {Angry} Fuck you, Kellogg. {Angry} God damn them. So many years stolen... {Angry} He's not my son, Tom. He's a synth. {Angry} I could kill you. Right here, right now. {Angry} I'll see you in hell. {Angry} I'm going to make you suffer. {Angry} Oh I'm ready. Question is - are you? {Angry} Tell me where he is, damn it! {Angry} Those bastards. They took you from me! {Angry} Where is my son? Where's Shaun? {Apologetic} Shaun, it's me. I'm... I'm your dad. {Concerned} Come on, Shaun. We need to go. {Concerned} I need to know if you can build this. {Concerned} I'm not ready yet. {Concerned} Is Nick going to be okay? {Concerned} Just... give me a minute. {Concerned} Shouldn't we test it first? {Concerned} Things are pretty terrible up there. {Concerned} You sounded like Kellogg just then. {Concerned} You... feeling all right Nick? {Confident / Confident} Bring it on. {Confident} All right Sturges, fire it up. {Confident} I have my moments. {Confident} I want you with me on this, Nick. {Confident} I was born ready. {Confident} I'm not lying. I killed him myself. {Confident} I'm on it. {Confident} I'm ready. Let's do it. {Confident} No, not yet. {Confident} Not now. {Confident} We're going to pull this off. {Confident} Yeah. Ready to build the rest of it. {Conspiratorial} Everything's ready. It's time. {DO NOT RECORD} {Defiant} I'll kill them for this. All of them! {Defiant} Is there a problem, Proctor? {Depressed} Diamond City it is. {Depressed} I'll catch up later. {Disbelief} Human synths? Really? {Disgust} They think they're better than us. {Flirting} You think? {Friendly} *chuckle* Good answer. {Friendly} Good work, Sturges. {Friendly} Here you go. {Friendly} I knew you could figure it out, Tom. {Friendly} I like it. {Friendly} I like the name. Sounds encouraging. {Friendly} I'll see if I can find some. {Friendly} Sure, I'll sign up. {Friendly} Sure. Be glad to help. {Friendly} Thanks, Tom. I'll find them. {Friendly} Thanks, doctor. How do I find them? {Friendly} When did you cook this up? {Grateful} Good work, Sturges. {Grateful} I appreciate this, Nick. {Grateful} I'll meet you there. {Grateful} Thanks, Sturges. I'll give it a try. {Grim / Sad} We still lost too many people. {Happy} That's great news. {Impressed} Well, you definitely know your stuff. {Irritated} Another one of his damned lies. {Irritated} Enough of the technical talk. {Irritated} Fine. Thanks for nothing. {Irritated} I'm done with all the missions. {Irritated} More problems? Seriously? {Irritated} Never mind. Thanks for nothing. {Irritated} Really don't have time. {Irritated} That's all you have? {Irritated} Took you long enough. {Irritated} We'll never find him. {Irritated} You people are damn nosy. {Irritated} You'd better figure the rest out, Tom. {Nervous} All right, Tom. Fire it up. {Nervous} Nothing... Never mind. {Nervous} Oh my god... {Nervous} You think Raiders might have done this? {Neutral} I have some things to do first. {Neutral} I'd better get started. {Neutral} I'm not ready yet. {Neutral} Not now. {Pleading} I need to find a way. {Puzzled} ...Shaun? {Puzzled} Any idea what the code phrase means? {Puzzled} Come on, can't you help me yourself? {Puzzled} Dogmeat, huh? {Puzzled} How could Piper help us? {Puzzled} I don't know about this, Nick... {Puzzled} I... I'm not sure, doctor... {Puzzled} So that's it? You're not going to help? {Puzzled} This is your friend? He's a dog. {Puzzled} This one's all yours, Nick. {Puzzled} Um...Thanks again... {Puzzled} You and Nick know each other? {Question} Any suggestions, Nick? {Question} Any words of wisdom? {Question} Can you build it, Tom? {Question} Can't we do this later? {Question} Do you think you can build this? {Question} Do you think you can decipher them? {Question} Got something, boy? {Question} How do I infiltrate them? {Question} How do I secure the Relay room? {Question} How do you lock memories? {Question} How's the interceptor actually work? {Question} Is everything ready here? {Question} Is it so hard to believe? {Question} Is there a problem, Tom? {Question} Isn't there anyone who can help? {Question} Isn't there some way to make this work? {Question} Just what are you Nick? {Question} Oh? What have you heard? {Question} On whose authority? {Question} Once I get in, what's the plan? {Question} Patriot? {Question} Shouldn't we test it first? {Question} So what now? {Question} So you're a synth, is that right? {Question} What about him? {Question} What about rescuing the synths? {Question} What do you mean, Elder? {Question} What exactly do we need, Nick? {Question} What kind of work are we talking about? {Question} What's it going to take to build it? {Question} Who is he? Do you think he has Shaun? {Question} Who's this Doctor Amari? {Question} Who's this friend of yours, Nick? {Question} Why do you want the Courser Chip? {Question} You don't know anything, Nick? {Question} You figure out the rest of the plans? {Question} You really think this will work, Nick? {Question} You said Diamond City, right? {Question} You're a prototype? {Question} You're a synth? {Relieved} I'm just glad it's over. {Relieved} So, we've won? {player is standing there not saying anything} Hon? {Sad} Shaun, she loved you... so much. {Sarcastic} I hope the color of my energy is blue. {Solemn} Okay. I'll do my best. {Somber} I think I see where this is going... {Somber} I used to live here. A long time ago. {Somber} They killed my wife. {Stern} An Institute scientist wouldn't help us. {Stern} Because he's in hell. Where he belongs. {Stern} He's not my son. He's a synth. {Stern} I don't have time. I need that key now. {Stern} Is there a problem, Sturges? {Stern} No way. That chip is mine. {Stern} None of your business. {Stern} Stop it. That's none of your business. {Stern} That bastard's in hell, where he belongs. {Stern} That's not important. {Stern} There's no way that could ever work. {Stern} You know I am, Kellogg. {Surprised, confused} Why did you call me "dad"? {Surprised} Shaun? Oh my god, it's really you... {Surprised} What was on the holotape? {Surprised} Yeah, sounds like fun. {Suspicious} Shaun, where is everyone? {Tired} I'm okay, doctor. Thank you... {Worried} Either way, I need to find Shaun. {Worried} How do I get past the security grate? {Worried} I don't know what to do. {Worried} I hope you're right, Nick. {Worried} I'm not feeling confident here, Sturges. {Worried} Shaun, open the door... {a bit of regret / Apologetic} He's dead, Nick. {angry, defiant / Angry} Bullshit. {drinking coffee} *slurping sound* {greeting salesman at the door} Can I help you? {handing over some Buffout} Here. Go easy. {handing over some Med-X} Yeah. Here you go. {handing over some Mentats} Here you go. {handing over some Psycho} I've got it. {honest question} Buffout now? {honest question} Psycho? Is that safe? {honest question} So it's Mentats this time? {honest question} Why Med-X? {hopeful, unsure} ...Shaun? {just touched a hot coffee pot / Puzzled} Hot... {lying, trying to sound cocky} Sure, lots of them. {lying} Don't know anything about that. {playful, loving} Go on. I'll be right there. {polite / Friendly} I'll talk to the Mayor then. {resigned} All right... let's talk, then. {sarcastic joke / Amused} What, no cash prize? {sarcastic} The apocalypse? Well Hell. Sign me up! {sincere, friendly} Sounds great. {to yourself} Looks like the milk got delivered... {waiting in the pod} Time for a whole new life... {tapping on the shoulder to get their attention} Hey Codsworth... {looking at a children's book about growing up, talking to yourself} Wonder what Shaun will grow up to be? {to yourself, looking at spelling blocks} Heh. He'll either be great at spelling... or great at smashing blocks together... {Sarcastic} I can feel the gears of bureaucracy grinding me up already... {Question} Need to find parts for the Beam Emitter. And miss the World Series on TV? Not going to happen. {looking through the pantry, commenting to yourself} InstaMash, Fancy Lad Snack Cakes, Blamco Mac and Cheese. Expires in... Never. {smoldering with anger / Angry} Here. The "Institute." I'll find my son no matter where he is. {joking, cracking wise / Amused} We should try plugging you into a toaster, next. Mmmm. Fresh toast. {playful banter, lovingly married for years} Lookin' good, hon. {Codsworth just shouted from the living room down the hall} Better see what's gotten Codsworth so upset. {talking to the soldier checking people into the vault} We need to get in! We're on the list. {Irritated} That's my business. I just need the code off this Courser Chip. It can't be true. It's all just... It's just too much. {playful banter, lovingly married for years} My beautiful wife. {Irritated} Tracking a murderer. The bastard who shot my wife. Took my son. I don't even have a clue who he is or where he's gone. {Pleading} Please, all I want to do is find my son. The man who owned that house kidnapped him. {sinister, threatening / SinisterSmile} Institute personnel won't last long above ground. Especially if I'm hunting them down. Give me a reason not to. I'm not an idiot. I know you were part of the Institute. {Pleading} Please. Nick told me you're the only one who could make this work. {to yourself / Sarcastic} I'm trusting my family's future to a dog. That's it. I'm officially crazy. {Apologetic} He's a synth, Ingram. He's not really my son. {Stern} I'll make this very simple. Where is my son? Actually, I think I already have something. Kellogg had this... thing attached to his head. {playful banter, lovingly married for years} Such a cute nose. {playful banter to spouse, salesman keeps ringing the door} Maybe if we ignore him, he'll go away. {Disbelief} Collateral Damage? Is that all it is to you? {Angry} It's none of your damned business Ingram. Now get us out of here. {Sarcastic} I glued a bunch of parts together and hoped for the best. Good enough? {salesman just rung the doorbell} *sigh* It's that salesman again. I don't know why he keeps bothering you. {Question} We have to head into the Glowing Sea. Any advice? {re-record for PlayerVoiceMale01, need each sentence to be clear, especially "we're gonna be okay". Whole tone needs to be more panicked / Nervous} Almost there. We're gonna be okay. I love you. Both of you. {Whispery, conspiratorial / Worried} I've been looking for you... Oh, I'm going to kill you now. If nothing else, I'll make sure you don't survive. {Stern} You're fat, you're ugly, and it's time you and your crazy bitch said goodbye. {saying you'll go get some Med-X} Med-X, huh? Okay. {Angry, conflicted, in pain.} You're not my son! You're a synth... A robot. Why would I love you? {Question} Did you know the Institute has a teleporter called the Molecular Relay? {Codsworth has just gone to check on baby Shaun} *chuckle* I know we were nervous at first, but I'm glad we got Codsworth. {commenting on yourself, with your spouse at the mirror} Hon, you think my nose is too big? Seriously? All the enemies you've created, you can't imagine why I'd be standing here? {player is standing there not saying anything} Honey? Could use your help finding parts for the Beam Emitter. {under your breathe, referring to your spouse} So stubborn... {Somber} I think they're the ones that kidnapped my son. {Puzzled} Honestly, I was just there at the right time. Seemed like you needed help. {Irritated} There's no way this friend of yours can help. {Sad} I... I didn't make it in time. Kellogg was working with the Institute and he... he gave them Shaun... {playful banter, lovingly married for years} I love the haircut. That's why he's there. To make the Institute think twice about following him. {bribing someone / Question} Maybe we can reach an agreement? I just happen to have a pile of caps here... {tapping your spouse on the shoulder to get their attention} Hon... {Prewar Player House: Just saw the TV news that the Bombs are coming. You and your spouse begin racing to the Vault. / Afraid} I've got Shaun. Let's go! All you need to know is that it's for a machine that can get me inside the Institute. {slightly embarrassed / Puzzled} Any... other ideas, Nick? {tapping someone on the shoulder, panicked, urgent} Hey there. Shaun, isn't there some other option, some other way we could work things out? {tapping someone on the shoulder, you're tired, exhausted} 'Scuse me... {Confident} The Institute uses teleportation to get in and out. This machine can hijack their signal and send me instead. {Disbelief} It's hard to believe the Institute would leave another way in. {examining Kellogg's dead body, he has cybernetic pieces / Surprised} All this tech. You were barely human... {hopeful / Worried} Take me to him, boy. Take me to Shaun... {Confident} It's real. I got it from an ex-Institute scientist. {re-record: being let inside the gate to the Vault, really project, as if the other person is 15-20 feet away, energy level is still up from running / Nervous} Thank you. {tortured / Pleading} Why are you doing this to me? After everything I've been through... {impatient / Irritated} Just tell me what we need so I can get started. {seeing a sign for a detective agency, thinking out loud, still looking for Shaun in Diamond City} A detective agency. Maybe they can help me? {eager to find him / Question} You said he lives here? He's still in town? {Angry} You murdering, kidnapping psychopath. Give me my son. Give me Shaun! Now! I know, but... it's like insurance. Just in case. For Shaun, you know? {Tracking an enemy - checking out a cold campfire.} Nobody's used this recently. {returning to a conversation that got interrupted / Neutral} Proctor Ingram, about the Signal Interceptor... {Dogmeat is tracking Kellogg and has stopped. he's trying to pick up the scent again} Trail gone cold? Gotta find something of Kellogg's... {joking, cracking wise / Amused} Doctor. It's time for you to reverse DEATH ITSELF! {Concerned} Look at yourself. Darla is playing you for a sap. You're better than this. You're better than her. {saying you'll go get some Buffout} I'll find some. {Confident} A man named Kellogg used to live in this city. I need to search his house. {Nervous} So you think this Institute is responsible? {sarcastic} No, I just went out for a little stroll, thought I'd stop back and say hi. {commenting on yourself, at the mirror} This new haircut's really working for me. {threatening Mama Murphy in order to get her off chems / Stern} I told you no! You're going off this junk. Now. Or you're going to answer to me. {player's looking at the shelf of books in his house} Wish I had more time to read... {playful, loving} Don't worry. I won't take long. Go ahead. {talking to spouse, playful} My boy isn't giving his mother any trouble, is he? {MARK FOR RE-RECORD. relaxing at home, speaking to your spouse who is only a few feet away from you} We should take Codsworth to be serviced soon, don't you think? They're scared of you, Shaun. Scared of the Institute. {playful banter, lovingly married for years} New hairstyle? I love it. {Question} With the Institute gone, what happens to the Railroad? {angry / Angry} They stole you! Kidnapped you! It wasn't right! {playful banter, lovingly married for years} Hon, you look as good as the day we met. {Question} Can you take a look at these schematics? A scientist named Virgil said they could get me inside the Institute. {Skeptical, unconvinced, a bit harsh} Why should I? It's hard enough just taking care of myself up there. {Irritated} I could have used this before we had to fight the entire Institute. Of course not, but... Look, we have Shaun to think of now. {Snarky / Sarcastic} Patriot? Seriously? Who chooses these code names, anyway? {Angry, resentful, feeling hurt } I could never love you, because you're not really Shaun. You're just an imitation. {Nick asks you if you heard the name "Kellogg", you reply sarcastically / Sarcastic} Oh yeah. I heard their names, their home addresses, and where their diary keys are hidden! Doesn't look like a robbery. Must have just gotten in his way. {playful banter, lovingly married for years} Shaun totally has your eyes. {to yourself, looking at a baseball} Should get this signed next time we're at the park... {Sarcastic} Oh, I'm going in naked. Fingers crossed I get super powers. {Confident} I'm not sure I can explain how it works, but a former Institute scientist gave me these plans. Follow your lead? Why do you get to call the shots? Help me, and we can try and minimize the casualties in all this. You want your people to survive, don't you? {referring to Kellogg's House in Diamond City, that you're hoping to investigate} I need to talk to someone about Kellogg's old house in the West Stands. {playful banter, lovingly married for years} Such pretty eyes. {RE-RECORD: More defeated, hopeless / Depressed} There's no way that could be Shaun... {playful banter, lovingly married for years} Are you staring at those lips too? Or is that just me? {a little bit of regret / Apologetic} Because he's dead. {Dogmeat is tracking Kellogg and has stopped. he's trying to pick up the scent again} What is it, boy? What are we looking for? I need to get inside the Institute. These are plans for the machine that can do it. {Friendly} For you and Shaun, no price is too high. {InPain} I have this... burning feeling inside my skull. It's like it's on fire... {Nick asks you if you heard the name "Kellogg" / Depressed} No. They never said their names. {Angry} It's none of your damned business, Tom. Get this thing running. {you've never heard of Super Mutants before / Puzzled} Super Mutants? What are they? {tired, still nervous, being led to the Vault} We're almost there... {referring to yourself, looking in the mirror} Not bad, not bad... {playful banter, lovingly married for years} You do know you've got the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen? {Stern} Then you're going to take me to him. Right now. Maybe... I... I don't know. This is so much to take in. {Confident} He's dead, whether you believe me or not. {Question} Did you know the Institute has a teleporter called the Molecular Relay? Take a look. {Sarcastic} You say it that way and suddenly I'm nervous. Kellogg was... let's just say he was more complex than you might think. Is all that really necessary? What's there to learn? I need help. We need to build a device that can get me inside the Institute. {with your spouse, listening to the TV report of the bombs dropping / Nervous} Hon? If you help me, we can minimize casualties on both sides. {angry, seething / Stern} Get Kellogg, boy. Take me to that son of a bitch... {Stern} Just don't damage that brain, you two. I need it. {playful banter, lovingly married for years} You are so beautiful. Shaun, if you help me, fewer people will die. Will you? {saying you'll go get some Psycho} I'll look for some. {playful banter, lovingly married for years} Hmm. So pretty. {playful banter, lovingly married for years} Did you color your hair? {referring to yourself, looking in the mirror} Looking good, if I do say so myself... Can you tell me anything about the Institute? I need to get in there. {Question} Any idea what I'm going to see in there? {polite, slightly hesitant} He's definitely impressive. {player is standing there not saying anything} Are you okay? {Puzzled} Can you explain how this thing is actually going to work? {to yourself, looking at your wife's law degree, in your house at the beginning of the game} I'm so proud of her... After what I've seen, I pity the man. He was as much a victim as anything. {Angry} These bad people, they... they stole you from me. {tapping someone on the shoulder, panicked, urgent} 'Scuse me. {bombs just dropped, barely made it into the vault / Puzzled} We did it. We made it. We're okay... {tapping someone on the shoulder, panicked, urgent} Hey. {joking, cracking wise / Amused} Nick and I are gonna share a mind? I'm not gonna see him in any... compromising positions, am I? {hesitant, half-joking / Concerned} You sure you know what you're doing here? This thing won't vaporize me, right? {panicked, running to the Vault with your spouse} Keep going! {Direct, blunt, a little annoyed... no compassion} I'm not your father. Whoever told you that was lying. The Institute uses teleportation to get in and out. The Interceptor can hijack their signal and send me instead. There's no going back, Shaun. The Institute has to be stopped. {looking at your wife's law degree} Sure beats my alma mater... {player looking at the shower in the bathroom} Don't need to shower... {tired, still nervous, being led to the Vault, talking to your spouse} Come on, let's get to the Vault... {focused on finding Shaun / Irritated} I don't have time to sit and chit-chat. {impatient / Irritated} Why wait when we have a way inside right now? {Neutral} Just tell me what we need so I can get started. {Angry} Back off. I'm trying to share some information that could help us both out. You're gonna end up just as dead if you don't give me what I want. {Sarcastic} Maybe you can trick out my hot rod next. {Concerned} This is all just a misunderstanding, Skinny. You know that. You let us walk and we won't come back. {Puzzled} I don't know. I might need your help on this one, but maybe I should go on my own... Not sure who started it, but this trader never stood a chance. {Friendly} The sacrifices were worth it. You've done it. {sincere, polite} Then I'm glad you caught up with me. Long story, and I don't have time. I need the code off this Courser Chip. {Stern} There's no time to argue about this. Activate the relay. {Sarcastic} What? You don't have a spare teleporter lying around? What kind of egghead are you? {Angry} Goddamn it, you mercenary motherfucker. Where. Is. My. Son?! {Sarcastic} Oh, Mister "Metal for Hands" doesn't know how to get back to the factory? {referring to the shape of the teleporter platform being big and round / Sarcastic} There's a giant metal pizza sitting on the ground now, so... Yeah... {you're already in the Railroad / Friendly} Thanks, doctor. I know the way. {Depressed} It's a dead-end, Nick. Face it, we lost. Shaun's gone. {deflecting the question, changing the subject} It doesn't matter. What does is what you know about the Institute. {Irritated} Oh no, I'm not going there. That's crazy. {looking at a baseball glove in Shaun's room} The glove's a little big right now, but Shaun will grow into it... {playful banter, lovingly married for years} You have such a cute chin. {someone's taking your baby from your arms, and you're stopping them, cryopod scene chargen} No, wait. No, I've got him! {Mama Murphy used her Sight and told you to say these words} Wait. Skinny. "Remember the Quarry. Lilly June on the rocks." Ring any bells? {commenting on yourself, at the mirror} What do you think, hon? Beard or no beard? {Concerned} Darla, listen to me. You have a home to go back to. You don't want to throw your life away with these thugs. {disgusted but holding back / Disgust} It's not you. It's not even human. I could never love that. {playful} That's my boy. On his best behavior, just like his dad. Well, most of the time, anyway... I still need your help building the Signal Interceptor. {shouting the last part: "We need to get to the Vault. NOW!" / Nervous} We need to get to the Vault. Now! {playful banter, lovingly married for years} Every time I see that face, I fall in love with you all over again. Can you take a look at these schematics? A scientist named Virgil said they could get me inside the Institute. {Irritated} I don't have time for a scavenger hunt. Aren't you a coward... A huge hulking monster like you is afraid of a dead man? {An act of kindness/mercy} All right, you can come with me. {Worried} Do we have enough troops for the assault? {player looking at an American flag. Matter-of-fact tone, not sarcastic or overly patriotic} Good 'ole USA... {to yourself, looking at a pack of cigarettes} Now who left those here? {relieved, emotional / Relieved} It's really you... After all this time... {Apologetic} Shaun, I'm sorry that it's come to this. {SinisterSmile} Skinny's no good for you, Darla. You put a bullet in him, and I just might let you go. {looking at a newspaper / Puzzled} Hmm...more of the same... {describing your case to Nick for the first time} We were in a Vault when it happened. Vault 111. It was some kind of cryo facility. {playful banter, lovingly married for years} Gorgeous. {soft, under your breathe, listening to the news about nuclear war starting / Disbelief} What? What did he say? {desperate, grasping at straws / Nervous} It's Shaun! ... It has to be... S-somehow... {Concerned} Hell of a story, but... I guess it does make sense. {at the Vault Cryopods, Shaun's acting up} Shaun's acting up. Could you help me? {Puzzled} Don't look at me, doctor. This stuff is beyond me. {saying you'll go get some Mentats} Mentats. Got it. {playful banter, lovingly married for years} I swear you haven't aged a day since our wedding. {Concerned} Wow, that's quite a list. Might take me a while to find everything. {Cold, indifferent} On second thought, no. I don't need the baggage. Sorry, kid. {panicked, running to the Vault with your spouse} The Vault's this way! Come on! {Confident} I have a way to infiltrate the Institute using a device called a Signal Interceptor. Come on, hon. It's just a little paperwork. Let him fill it out, and it's done. {cryopod scene chargen / Nervous} *coughing* Is it over? Are we okay? {Sad} It... It wasn't all his fault. I can't blame him for everything that happened... {Angry} Let's get on with it. It's past time the Institute got what it deserved. {player is showing the bandages to Dogmeat} Dogmeat. Get the scent boy... {Irritated} Come on, give me a break. After all, I helped you with those ferals. I got a way in. The only thing that matters is if you're going to help me. {looking at the fireplace in your living room} A little old-fashioned, but nothing quite like a real fire... {waiting for the player to enter the Vault pods} Go ahead. I just want to give Shaun a moment. {at the bathroom mirror - your spouse just tapped you on the shoulder and is only a couple of feet away from you} Why don't you see if breakfast is ready? {horrified / Disgust} Collateral damage? She was murdered! {playful banter, lovingly married for years} Wait, did you go to the hairdresser yesterday? {Thinking} Could use your help finding parts for the Beam Emitter. {Irritated} This isn't funny, Nick. How's a dog supposed to help us? {Sarcastic} That wasn't the plan originally, but hey, tempting. {Confident} I was told you could help me. I need to build a Signal Interceptor to get into the Institute. Relax, big guy. Kellogg won't be coming after you. He's dead. You agree to help me, and I'll save as many of your people as I can. {to yourself, looking in your closet at clothes} No need to get dressed twice... {punch "already" / Sarcastic} After helping you with those ferals, I'd say I'm already a part of the team. {Confident} Absolutely. Let's get the hell out of here. {Question} How are we going to build this Control Console? {shouting, desperate - player is going the wrong way / Afraid} Honey! Where are you going!? {at the bathroom mirror - your spouse just tapped you on the shoulder and is only a couple of feet away from you} I'm hurrying up. Don't worry. {struggling to hold onto your child, cryopod scene chargen / Defiant} I'm not giving you Shaun! {at the bathroom mirror - your spouse just tapped you on the shoulder and is only a couple of feet away from you} Just getting ready. {Happy} I talked to Sturges. Sounds like we can finally go after the Institute. {Puzzled} I need you to find someone, but it's... complicated. I don't exactly know where they could be, or how long they've been gone. {Angry} Bullshit. You're a synth, Valentine! Tell me what you know! {player looking at a clock in the kitchen} Still pretty early... {confused, somewhat horrified} What the hell are you? I have a feeling fighting the Brotherhood was just an appetizer. Why did you leave the Institute? I know you came from there. {Kellogg's voice is coming out of Nick Valentine / Disbelief} Kellogg? Is that you? {tapping your spouse on the shoulder, inside the vault, checking up on them} You alright? {playful banter, moving your spouse out of the way to use the mirror} Lemme just slide in here... {Irritated} They can't be the only people who can crack a damn code. {Confident} Elder Maxson said you'd help me build the Signal Interceptor. {angry, firm} You're not Shaun. You're a robot, made to think you're real. You sure you know what you're doing? This thing isn't going to zap me into space, or vaporize me or anything, is it? Who do I talk to if I need to find a key to a house that's been locked up? Preston tells me you found a way into the Institute. {Sarcastic} What? The great clockwork dick is stumped? {Apologetic} He wasn't going to talk. Even if I had a way of bringing him alive. {baby is being fussy} It'll be okay. Mommy's right here, see? {Codsworth just shouted from the living room down the hall} What's wrong with Codsworth? {Concerned} It may take me a while to gather these things. I'm looking for a key to a house in the city. I assume the mayor's office has a copy? I don't believe you. There's no way any of this is true. {Angry / Irritated} Red Glare was insane. You almost got us killed. {playful, loving} I've tried waiting him out before. Doesn't work. Might as well just answer the door. {threatening / Angry} I want answers, asshole. Now. {tapping your spouse on the shoulder, inside the vault} Hey, Hon... {Apologetic} Yes! It's me! Your dad... I'm here, Shaun. {Question} Nick's an older model synth. Is he compatible? {playful banter to spouse, salesman keeps ringing the door} Well, now I just wanna know who's going to give up first. Us or him. {Stern} It doesn't matter now. Let's do what we came to do. {playful banter, lovingly married for years} Shaun has your smile, you know? {emotional, confused / Disbelief} Who is Father? Where is he? {Worried} We need help, Piper. This man named Kellogg kidnapped my son, but that wasn't all. He was working with the Institute. He... he gave them Shaun... {referring to yourself, looking in the mirror} I clean up pretty nice... {Confident} I want to help the Brotherhood stop the Institute. It's the only way to ensure the safety of the Commonwealth. {Friendly} Nice work, Tom. Glad you're on our side. {playful banter, moving your spouse out of the way to use the mirror} Just another minute. I swear... {panicked, running to the Vault with your spouse} This way! {Irritated} I didn't do this for the Brotherhood, I did this for myself. {surprised, unsettled / Surprised} Seriously? You really believe a human could love a synth? {Disgust} You made a child synth... that looks like you. That's... it's... It's an abomination! {playful, loving, in the baby's room with your wife} We'll have plenty of time together now that I'm back. You, me, and Shaun. {talking to yourself, a teddy bear is on the floor} Huh. How'd you get on the floor, Mister Bear? {looking at empty dog bowl in the house, talking to yourself} *sigh* Never gonna find that dog... {panicked, running to the Vault with your spouse} Follow me! {Confident} I'll find a way to get through the rads. Don't worry. {Pleading} Please, Mayor McDonough. This man Kellogg kidnapped my son. I need to find him. {Irritated} You're supposed to be the expert. All I have are these plans. {Angry} It's convinced me that I did the right thing. He was a rabid dog, and he needed to be put down. {Confident} Sounds good. I'll get the details from Sturges. {referring to yourself, looking in the mirror} Well, hello handsome... {Worried} Am I okay? Are you seeing anything... bad? {relaxing at home, speaking to your spouse who is only a few feet away from you} Well, look at you, how'd a guy like me ever get so lucky, huh? {hesitant, concerned but half-joking} The Relay works? It's not going to vaporize me or something, is it? {Disbelief} Shaun, I've been looking for you for... so long. {Stern} We don't have time for this, Proctor. Get us out of here. {describing your case to Nick for the first time / Puzzled} There was a man and a woman. They didn't say much, but I remember they called me "the backup." {Sarcastic} That chip in his neck just looked so shiny. I couldn't help it. Lots of blood here. Dogmeat could track Kellogg - if he took a wound, too. {playful banter, lovingly married for years} Hon, you have such great cheekbones. {a bit cocky / SinisterSmile} Well, guess what. This is your lucky day. I have a way inside. {Friendly} I'm glad you could make sense of those plans. {MARK FOR RE-RECORD. MALE ONLY. threatening} You're going to help me, or I'm going to hurt you. Don't change the subject. I'm the one asking questions here. I want to know about the Institute, and I want to know now. {Conflicted, hurt, struggling with loss} I loved my son... my real son. You're not him. It's not fair to ask me that. {Irritated} Some expert you are. I knew this was a waste of time. {Puzzled} I don't know. I'm not even sure we could track him down. {Sarcastic} We can talk to him. Feel like holding a seance? {Angry} This is your fault, Nick! You had me running around all over the place while Kellogg was busy handing Shaun over to the Institute! {playful banter, lovingly married for years / Flirting} Right. I'll head out with Piper. We'll meet you there, Nick. {bribing the mayor / Friendly} I understand. You have rules. Maybe for the right amount, you can bend them a bit? {struggling to hold onto your child, cryopod scene kellogg's brain / Defiant} I'm not giving you Shaun! {shell-shocked / Disbelief} This is... insane. All of it. {to yourself, looking at Shaun's toy car} Hehe. To think, one day he's gonna learn how to drive... You were along for the ride, weren't you? You saw what I saw. {emphasis on "real" / Stern} Give me Shaun. The real Shaun. Right now. Took out the targeting computer with one bullet. This guy's a crack shot. {still a bit shaken from the bomb blast, referring to how long you'll be living in the vault / Nervous} How long do you think we'll be down here? {Re-record, more under your breathe, referring to the Vault-Tec Rep} Vault-Tec...pfft... {Irritated} I don't see how this is ever going to work. {someone's taking your baby from your arms, and you're stopping them, cryopod scene kellogg's brain} No, wait. No, I've got him! {close to desperate, confused / Disbelief} Just... Help me understand what's going on here. {describing the voice of the man that killed your spouse / Stern} I'll never forget that voice. Low and rough. Like sandpaper across your face. {at the bathroom mirror - your spouse just tapped you on the shoulder and is only a couple of feet away from you} I'll just be a minute. {Angry} I don't care why they did it. They're going to pay. {honest question, not accusatory / Puzzled} Can't you just use any chair? {Puzzled} But what about what you said during your speech? This could be a way to strike at the heart of the Institute. {Angry} You knew the man was a psychopath, but you used him anyway? It's for the greater good. The Commonwealth deserves to determine its own fate. {playful banter, lovingly married for years} Such a great smile. {Angry} Kellogg kidnapped my son. Handed him to the Institute. And I'm going to find them and make them regret what they've done to me. {comforting Shaun, about to enter the Vault cryopod} Who's my little guy? I'm not going far. I'll just be over there. {looking at Shaun's tricycle} Can't wait to teach him to ride this... {refusing to give Mama Murphy chems / Stern} No. You're an addict. You need help.
srow	2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 12 13 14 16 17 18 20 21 24 25 36 109
abxy	A A10a A1a A2a A2b A3a A4a A5a A6a A7a A8a A9a B1a B2a X1a X2a Y1a Y2a
trow	2 3 4 5 6 9 11 18 24 50
scene	-
Before	Dogmeat: UniformEscort: You two follow me! Come on! Ellie: Yeah, that's right. The house in the abandoned West Stands. The boy with him was around ten years old. Player Default: You think Raiders might have done this? Player Default: Don't lie to me, Nick. You're one of them. They made you. Nick: Or I could head back to Diamond City, since you've got company already. Player Default: Super Mutants? What are they? Player Default: Who are the Gunners? Player Default: You're a prototype? Amari: I'm not surprised. From what I've seen, all Institute technology has a similar architecture. Piper: So a murderer and a kidnapper gets his brains blown out by an avenging parent. *sigh* It'd be a great ending if we didn't still have the biggest mystery in the Commonwealth to solve... Player Default: I'll never forget that voice. Low and rough. Like sandpaper across your face. Player Default: Whatever you're thinking, it doesn't matter. He's dead. NickValentine: Besides, you already have plenty of company. We can't all go sniffing through the Commonwealth after one man. Player Default: The woman was dressed in... I think it was a kind of hazard suit. The man had... some sort of metal brace on his arm. Player Default: The man that... killed my wife. He had a handgun. I didn't get a clear look at it, but that sound... Player Default: You don't know anything about them? Really? Nick: I want you to come to my office in Diamond City. Give me all the details. Besides, I think you've earned a chance to sit down and clear your head. Sturges: Relay's ready whenever you are, boss. Shall we? Sturges: I made a few custom modifications to it that I think you might like. Here, take it for a test drive. Sturges: Teleportation? This is some pretty crazy shit. You sure it's for real? Player Default: Very well. Player Default: Nick Valentine wanted me to see you. Player Default: What do you think we should do? MamaMurphy: The Sight can help you, kid. It always has answers. Just gotta bring me some Jet, so I can see what it wants to tell you. Ingram: You're clear to go, then. Ready? Nick: No synth does. Security protocols strip those memories out. Nick: I know it's grisly, but what choice do we have? We got no leads. Nothing. That old merc's brain just might have all the secrets we need to know. Nick: Kellogg. Huh... Nick: I have to go to the Memory Den either way, if I'm gonna introduce you to Amari. But if you want to head there together, just say so. Virgil: So, they did send you, didn't they. You're working with Kellogg! Virgil: Can you? I mean, can you build it? You have people that can help? This is a lot for one person, even you. Player Default: Why are you so afraid of Kellogg? Virgil: How'd you manage to get it decoded? Virgil: Why are you even here? What do you want? Virgil: First thing's first. You know how synths get in and out of the Institute? Virgil: I want to be clear that this isn't my area of expertise. I was BioScience, not Engineering or Advanced Systems or anything. Shaun: While you may be my father, I am Father to the Institute. It follows my lead, and thus for now, you must as well. Will you trust me? Shaun: It wasn't until I became Director that I learned of all the things he'd done... what kind of man he was. Shaun: And here I am. Raised by the Institute, and now its leader. Shaun: I've shown you my trust. Your weapons haven't been confiscated, and I stand unarmed before you. Please, let's just talk. Shaun: I am their Father. Through Science, we are family. The synths, me... and you. Shaun: You've been in the Commonwealth. You've seen what it's like. I assure you that you are better off with us. Shaun: I am... your son. ShaunOld: There's nothing more to say. Shaun: I know there's more for us to discuss, but... Player Default: Shaun, I... I hoped there was something more I could do. I wanted to save you. Shaun: I've gone over the records of the incident, of course. It seems her death was an unfortunate bit of collateral damage. ShaunOld: The only question left, then, is what you intend to do with me. Kill me now, or let the explosion vaporize me along with the rest of my Institute? Shaun: The Institute... It's important. It really is humanity's best hope for the future, no matter what those above ground might think of us. Shaun: Rather than cast me aside once they had what they needed, they raised me as one of their own. I've lived my entire life within the Institute. Shaun: So they followed the best example thus far - the human being. Walking, talking, fully articulate... Capable of anything. Shaun: There is much to be done. You'll need time to acclimate yourself, a chance to become acquainted with our procedures... ShaunOld: Tell me, then. Under what righteous pretense have you justified this atrocity? ShaunOld: I don't suppose you're here because you've changed your mind. Shaun: Let's start anew. I am Father. Welcome to the Institute. NickValentine: Don't worry about me, Amari. I'm well past the warranty date, anyway. NickValentine: Hell, why not? Plenty of room in my head, anyway. Player Default: You were along for the ride, weren't you? You saw what I saw. Player Default: Why? What makes the Glowing Sea so dangerous? Player Default: I saw Kellogg's life... The man who ruined my family... The man I killed... Player Default: What? You don't have a spare teleporter lying around? What kind of egghead are you? Player Default: Don't look at me, doctor. This stuff is beyond me. NickValentine: Don't bother. I don't need to hear them. Plug me in, doc. Player Default: There's more than one person who knows about the Institute. Virgil, that scientist who escaped... NickValentine: Don't worry about me, Amari. Let's do it. DoctorAmari: But our friends at the Railroad. They just might. Take it to them. See what they can find out. DoctorAmari: Are you... ready to talk about what happened in there? Player Default: Almost there. We're gonna be okay. I love you. Both of you. Kellogg: Let the boy go. I'm only gonna tell you once! Player Default: For now, it's enough that you understand that the Institute really is devoted to the betterment of humanity. TinkerTom: Just goes to show you, people have to listen to good ol' Tom. So hand over the plans and let's see what we got. NickValentine: When you're trying to find someone who's gone missing, the devil is in the details. Tell me everything you can, no matter how... painful it might be. Player Default: Who told you that I was your father? NPCMNickValentine: Interesting brand. Won't lead us anywhere on its own, though. Preston: We fight our way to their reactor, fix it to blow, and get the hell out of there. NPCFProctorIngram: Any luck building the platform yet? Desdemona: We've run out of time. Our next step is to attack the Institute. Soldier_Elevator: All right, that's it. Send it down. Virgil: What reason could you possibly have for taking that kind of risk? Player Default: If Virgil found a way to survive there, you'll have to do the same, if you're going to follow him. Player Default: Like grist in the mill, honey. Good luck. Nick: Ah, my knight-in-shining-armor. But the question is, why does he come all this way, risk life and limb, for an old private eye? NPCMTinkerTom: You got the platform built yet? Tick tock, tick tock. I'm waiting for the good news. Player Default: This isn't some fairy tale, father. There's no saving me. I'm dying, and you're going to destroy everything I've ever loved. NPCFDoctorAmari: We can't get to the memories in that implant. There's a lock. NPCMPaladinDanse: Stop right there, civilian. No unauthorized personal are permitted beyond this point. Player Default: You can, but I'll warn you. He's not going to like you bringing that reporter into his office. You might want to ask her to wait outside. Player Default: Why would I ever consider helping you? Preston: The Institute? Why in the world would you want to mess around with them? Sturges: But... You didn't even talk to the kid. You're not going to leave him here, are you? Player Default: You wouldn't... Please, no. I'll do whatever you want. PlayerTV: Followed by... yes, followed by flashes. Blinding flashes. Sounds of explosions... We're... we're trying to get confirmation... Player Default: "Father" is my unofficial title. It's what I've come to mean to the people of the Institute. Just as... As you mean to your son. To Shaun. Player Default: The degree of trauma you're experiencing right now is understandable... Please, just try to relax. I know this is all difficult to take in. ActiveSpouse: Hey, how's my little guy? Much better now, huh? Virgil: They're very good at what they do, and you're going to have to kill one. Player Default: Wait. It couldn't be... You didn't hear the name "Kellogg" at all, did you? Player Default: I just need to verify some information. That's all! Player Default: Besides, every citizen in my city has a right to their privacy. Now, if we did have a key, only the owner can ask for it. That's my final word. NPCFDoctorAmari: You're back. The Glowing Sea. Virgil. What happened? Player Default: But I do have a code phrase. Some kind of clue if I ever needed to find them on my own. "Follow the Freedom Trail." Virgil: I'm not stupid, I knew they'd send him after me! Player Default: Don't want there to be any hold ups, in the unforeseen event of *ahem*...total atomic annihilation. Won't take but a moment. Kellogg: But I think we've been talking long enough. We both know how this has to end. So... you ready? ActiveSpouse: Come on, hon. It's just a little paperwork. Let him fill it out, and it's done. ElderMaxson: Now, indulge me for a moment by satisfying my curiosity. Tell me why you're so eager to get into the Institute. NPCFMamaMurphy: Got a favor to ask ya, kid. I know it's silly, but I need a chair. Something with a nicer fit for these old bones. Can you do that for me? Player Default: In truth, no. I'm dying anyway. So... do what you will. Player Default: Shaun's a good kid. A bit older than you expected, am I right? But he's doing great. Only... he's not here. He's with the people pulling the strings. Player Default: Yes. Their greatest secret has finally been revealed. But that only leads to more questions. How does it work? Where do we go next? Player Default: Won't take but a moment! We do need to verify some information. To make sure you're cleared for entrance, in the unforeseen event of *ahem*...total atomic annihilation. PaladinDanse: However, if you're here to sign up, I might have some work you could assist us with. Then we can discuss whatever you like. Player Default: You'd have to ask the Mayor directly if you want the keys. TinkerTom: And you can divert the signal using a heavily modified relay interception. Like a... pirate broadcast, you know? That's intense. NPCFProctorIngram: Do you need any help with the Signal Interceptor? ActiveSpouse: *baby cries* ActiveSpouse: *baby giggles* ActiveSpouse: *baby mumbles* ActiveSpouse: *chuckle* Good answer. ActiveSpouse: Honey? Could you help me? ActiveSpouse: Oh my god... Player Default: For you and Shaun, no price is too high. BabyActivator: *baby crying* BabyActivator: *baby giggles* NPCMSturges: You need any help with that Signal Interceptor? NPCFDesdemona: Right. Some ground rules. Tom can get you the code, but once he's done we get the Courser Chip. NPCMNickValentine: So, Kellogg wasn't giving us any bull. Your son really is on the inside. Even I don't know where the Institute is, and they built me. ElderMaxson: That's where we need your help. NPCFDoctorAmari: Let's start over... How are you feeling? Kellogg: Open it. Desdemona: Hand over the chip. Let's see what's on it. VaultTecRep: You can't begin to know how happy I am to finally speak with you. I've been trying for days. It's a matter of utmost urgency, I assure you. NPCFDoctorAmari: Well. What is this about? NPCFMamaMurphy: Got that Jet we talked about, kid? NPCFPiper: Come on. Let's hear the whole story. NPCMPrestonGarvey: What do you need, General? Nick: What? What are you talking about? NPCFDesdemona: I have a report here. It reads more like a comic book. Apparently, one hell of a fight took place at Greenetech Genetics. Player Default: And if I could, why should I? Player Default: Don't worry. You'll see. Player Default: Get out of here. Player Default: Have a nice day. Player Default: He's home. In the Institute. Player Default: I am glad to hear that. Player Default: I said, "no." Player Default: I'm glad you were here to save me. Player Default: My own father... Player Default: Oh. Very well then. Player Default: Okay, I'm ready! Let's go! Player Default: Really? Do you mean it? Player Default: Right, of course. I'm your father. Player Default: So why did you kill him? Player Default: That would be a kindness. Player Default: Um...Thanks again... Player Default: We need to get to the Vault. Now! Player Default: Why did you call me "dad"? Preston: Oh yeah? What are they for? Virgil: I can help, but... I'm going to need something in return. Player Default: You're just going to leave me here... I can't believe it. I hate you! NPCFMamaMurphy: Sanctuary. I knew you'd join us here, kid. Your energy is tied to this place. Shaun: Have you reconsidered your decision? Shaun: Will you take that chance? ShaunChild: Huh? Yes... I'm Shaun... ShaunChild: What's going on? Father? Father! ShaunChild: Who... Who are you? Soldier_Elevator: NOW! NOW! SEND IT DOWN NOW! Sturges: Sure thing. Let's see what you've got. Desdemona: And now here we are. Threatening the devil himself. PlayerTV: But we seem to have lost contact with our affiliate stations... V111BabyShaunMarker: *Shaun cries* VaultTecRep: Good morning! Vault-Tec calling! Virgil: Don't you lie to me! Virgil: What? TinkerTom: By the time you finish that, I'll have the rest done. Sturges: But there isn't any other way in that I can find, so it's this or nothing. Nick: If anyone could get a dead brain to sing, it'll be Doctor Amari, the mind behind the memories. Desdemona: What I'm about to tell you is the most closely guarded secret the Railroad has. It's time you learn about Patriot. NPCMTinkerTom: Hey, man, need help with the Signal Interceptor? This thing is going to be huge. We'll finally learn about what the Institute's really up to, man. Player Default: Shaun's safe at home. In the Institute. ProctorIngram: All right, I'll bite. What does your new miracle device do? Player Default: You'll need a code phrase to find them. "Follow the Freedom Trail." I'm afraid that's all I have. Desdemona: Deacon claimed he was grooming you for it. Said it was his plan all along. Player Default: What I mean is, thanks. Now let's get out of here! MobsterGirl: Oh yeah, then what's this guy doing here, huh? Valentine must have brought him here to rub us all out! Player Default: So you see? It is the end of the line. But not the way you imagined. Piper: Ooooh, look who it is. What brings you to the Mayor's office, huh? Player Default: Come on, it's not like anything's going to happen. Player Default: If there was something belonging to the man that you have a claim on, you could ask the mayor to hear you out. No guarantees. NPCFDesdemona: Glad to have you aboard. Before you joined us, you wanted my help with something. I'm listening. NPCFMamaMurphy: Ready for the Sight again, kid? Usually like mixing Psycho in with something else, but I'll need it straight this time. ProctorIngram: And this little beauty allows you to literally hijack a return signal. Instead of grabbing the intended target, it grabs you instead. Impressive. Desdemona: But are you up for the next mission, Fixer? ElderMaxson: In the meantime, I need you to follow my orders and remain patient. Ingram: Wait a second... you haven't even talked to the kid. You're not just going to leave him here are you? Player Default: I know, I know. You've gone to such lengths to find him. NPCMKellogg: Hope you got what you were looking for inside my head. Heh. I was right. Should've killed you when you were on ice. Desdemona: If your plan works, and you're able to get inside the Institute, we need you to make contact. Player Default: I can't allow you to invade someone else's home. That's all there is to it. ShaunChild: Father... What's going on? What's happening? Player Default: He had to have a way in and out. But... am I right in thinking he's not available for a chin wag? Player Default: Why would you say you're not? Don't you love me anymore? Player Default: Yeah, but something tells me he's not gonna drop by for a chat and coffee... Amari: He'll act as a host while your consciousness drives through whatever memories we can find. ActiveSpouse: How are the two most important men in my life doing? Player Default: He's set aside time to talk to petitioners all day. Best of luck. Virgil: Now, have you ever seen an Institute Courser? Shaun: ...and now, after all these years, you have an opportunity to help with that. Doesn't that intrigue you? Isn't that what you want? Desdemona: Thank you for keeping them, and yourself, safe. Player Default: One of them gave me a code phrase. Said it would help me find them if there was ever an emergency. "Follow the Freedom Trail." Player Default: Look, we don't have any options left... you have to go after him. Through that sea of radioactive ash. Player Default: My help? With what? How did you even find me, anyway? NPCFMamaMurphy: You need the Sight? It's telling me Mentats will give us the right high for another insight into your destiny. Player Default: Come on. You really think it could happen? Nuclear war? NPCFMamaMurphy: We're gonna need a heavy hitter for the Sight to keep working, kid. Buffout ought to do it. Shaun: You mean the child? It's a fascinating project, really. There are issues to be solved, of course, but we've made remarkable progress. ActiveSpouse: Hey, it's peace of mind. That's worth a little paperwork, right? Player Default: You need a code phrase in order to find them. "Follow the Freedom Trail." Good luck."" NPCMSturges: Everything looks good on my end. You ready to see if this thing actually works? VaultTecEscort: Oh you're going to love it here. This is one of our most advanced facilities. Not that the others aren't great, mind you... ProctorIngram: Now I know some of that might as well be in Greek, so I'll be around if you have any questions. NPCMSturges: How's it going? Did you find a good spot to build your Signal Interceptor? Player Default: But don't worry. You'll die knowing he's safe, and happy. A bit older than you expected, but ah well. At least he's in a loving home. The Institute. Player Default: If that's what you'll tell yourself so you can sleep at night, so be it. Now go. Leave me. NPCMShaun10: Please, dad... Don't leave me here! I want to go with you! Kellogg: And there he is. The most resilient man in the Commonwealth. Funny, I thought I had that honor. ShaunChild: I don't know you! Go away! Father! Father, help me! There's someone here! Help me! Desdemona: So that's what the Courser Chip was all about. You needed that frequency I take it? Why? What does this machine do? Desdemona: Damn it. Fixer, you ready to do this? We can't lose this opportunity. Player Default: Hypothetically speaking, why would that agent take on a Courser single-handedly in the first place? NPCMSturges: Hey, boss. I've been hoping you'd stop by. I found you a way in to the Institute. NPCMNickValentine: Dogmeat's here. Ready to get to work? Player Default: Yes. Yes you could. And I would be powerless to stop you. Preston: They could've just held out down here forever. Why'd they need to come mess with us? NPCFDesdemona: Ah, the Courser Killer returns. What brings you back here? TinkerTom: You find those and we'll knock down the gates of Hell. Player Default: You're right. This speculation is getting us off track. Let's focus on what you saw. What did these kidnappers look like? Desdemona: There's no turning back now; if they're not already on to us, they will be within seconds. TinkerTom: We're set, right? You're ready to get out of here? Shaun: I wish there were something to say. I know this isn't what you wanted. But it's the only truth I can offer you. Player Default: Yeah, but I'm guessing he wasn't the "surrender and talk" type, was he? VaultTecRep: Just to need to get this pesky info all squared away! NickValentine: Hmm... There's a lot of groups in the Commonwealth that take people. Raiders, Super Mutants, the Gunners, and of course, there's the Institute. Sturges: I'll meet you over at the building site, and we'll see if we can actually make this thing work. Nick: Only person I know willing to snoop up the Institute's tail feathers is Piper, the reporter in Diamond City. I say we head her way. Talk this through. Maxson: It's time we close this chapter on the Commonwealth, and begin one anew. Player Default: Shaun's in a good place. Where he's safe, and comfortable, and loved. A place he calls home. The Institute. NPCMMayorMcDonough: Thank you. I apologize for being strict, but Piper is a troublemaker, and I advise you to stay away from her machinations. Now, what's this about? NPCMNickValentine: Where's your son? What happened? VaultTecRep: I'm here today to tell you that because of your family's service to our country, you have been pre-selected for entrance into the local Vault. Vault 111. Desdemona: Can you do that? Can you be our agent on the inside? Player Default: If you're going to go, be prepared. You'll need some way to combat the radiation there. It's called the Glowing Sea for a reason. Preston: Now, assuming you could build this thing... what exactly does it do? Virgil: You're going to have to hunt one down. I can tell you where to start, and give you some help finding one, but you'll have to do the dirty work. ActiveSpouse: You're gonna knock 'em dead at the Veteran's Hall tonight, hon. Piper: Need a countdown on the Institute's favorite people? CodsworthPrewar: Shaun has been changed, but he absolutely refuses to calm down. I think he needs some of that "paternal affection" you seem to be so good at. NPCFDoctorAmari: I'll take a look at this brain, but no guarantees. Do you have it? Player Default: Tell me, why would I ever consider that? NPCFGeneva: The Mayor is receiving visitors, as long as they aren't members of the press. Did you need help? Player Default: But if you're hoping for a happy reunion? Ain't gonna happen, pal. Your boy's not here. Player Default: I think we'd both better start explaining. You start. Desdemona: So teleport us in quickly. We join forces with Z1-14 and the rebel synths, then together we fight our way to the fusion reactor. Amari: Putting aside the fact that you're asking me to defile a corpse, you do realize that the memory simulators require intact, LIVING brains to function? Player Default: Who the hell are you, anyway? How did you find me? Z1: Once we act, we have committed. There will be no going back. Shaun: Do you think you could love him? Like you would a real boy? Player Default: And that stranger's you. I'm all for one less Courser in the world but why'd you do it? ProctorIngram: It's going to take a cargo hold full of high-grade metal, but I'm sure we have plenty of it right here at the airport. NPCMPrestonGarvey: Good news, General. Sturges found a way into the Institute. We can launch an attack whenever you say the word. NPCFProctorIngram: I've checked and rechecked everything. I think the Signal Interceptor's ready to go... are you? Maxson: Quickly. Plant the charge so we can be rid of this place once and for all. Sturges: It'll need some pretty high-grade metals, but it's basically not that different than the lining of a jet engine or something like that. Player Default: Splendid, splendid! Now let's see... NPCMVirgil: Wasn't sure I'd see you again. You managed to get what you need? Player Default: Why is finding this key so important to you, honey? Player Default: If I have your word that you'll protect them... Player Default: Worst of all, no one knows why they do it, what their plan is, or where they are. Not even me, and I'm a synth myself. A discarded prototype, anyway. Player Default: But I can't give him to you, because he ain't here. Player Default: Need to make sure you're cleared for entrance, in the unforeseen event of *ahem*...total atomic annihilation. Nick: Thanks for getting me out. How did you know where to find me, anyway? Not many people knew where I went... CodsworthPrewar: Sir? Mum? You should come and see this! Player Default: Nosy keeps us and you alive. I'm all for one less Courser in the world but I need to know why you killed him. TinkerTom: Wait, what? But... the kid. You're not even going to talk to him? Sure he's Institute, but you can't just leave him... Player Default: You're not going anywhere with me. You're not my son. NPCMElderMaxson: You've done an exemplary job here, Paladin. Without your unwavering loyalty to our cause, this victory would never have been possible. Jabberbot: Error. System corrupt. I can't feel my legs. NPCFMamaMurphy: Come back for the Sight? I need Med-X this time. Another chem, another window to look through. Player Default: I'm not sure that's such a good idea. ActiveSpouse: Absolutely. Now get ready and stop hogging the mirror... Player Default: Oh, this is just what I need right now... Player Default: Where did the memory say he was? The Glowing Sea? That doesn't make sense. No one goes there. Not even if they were desperate.
After	Dogmeat: UniformEscort: You two follow me! Come on! Player: What do you think boy? Enough to go on? Sturges: One of things in the data you stole was a plan of the whole Institute complex - including the older sections that used to be part of C.I.T. PlayerTV: We do have... coming in... confirmed reports. I repeat, confirmed reports of nuclear detonations in New York and Pennsylvania. ProctorIngram: It's difficult to make out all the details here, but I'm thinking you can get started by building a Stabilized Reflector Platform. Virgil: First thing's first. You know how synths get in and out of the Institute? Player Default: Yeah, sounds like fun. Shaun: I know there's more for us to discuss, but... Shaun: Please try and keep an open mind. I recognize that you are emotional, and that your journey here has been fraught with challenges. TinkerTom: Then let me impart some science to you. We got four main parts. NickValentine: It's synth detective, jackass. If you're gonna be that way, you might as well get the make and model right. Amari: It's not like anyone has ever done this before! You try making a secret technology work across hardware generations, out of spare parts. Sturges: That's right. I was hoping I'd find something worthwhile after all the time I spent cracking the encryption. And I did. Amari: That is not an encouraging question. I suppose I'll have to make do with... whatever you can find. Virgil: It's a good thing your survival and my humanity aren't at stake, otherwise I might be annoyed by your attitude. MayorMcDonough: I know it's disappointing, but I have to think of all the people of Diamond City, not just the needs of one person. Shaun: I assure you, I am completely sane. And entirely honest. Shaun: I can understand how it might seem that way. It was... it is, something new. New discoveries are always welcome. Shaun: "Father" is my unofficial title. It's what I've come to mean to the people of the Institute. Just as... As you mean to your son. To Shaun. Shaun: Yes, that is what I propose. Is it so hard to imagine? Desdemona: We've spent dozens of years and too many good agents' lives only to discover not a god damned thing. And now we have the answer thanks to you. Teleportation. Geneva: If you're talking about a property that the city has seized, we only have one on the books. Mister Kellogg's old house. Kellogg: Let the boy go. I'm only gonna tell you once! Shaun: He's here, in the Institute. Closer than you think. Preston: I don't either, but that tunnel Sturges found isn't going to work to bring in a whole assault force. The entrance is underwater. Shaun: I was the most qualified for the position, obviously. Sturges: Oh, I've been messing with it for quite a while. Nothing was really working until suddenly, it just did. You know how that goes. Shaun: To you, that would certainly seem true. But to the Institute... It made all the sense in the world. DoctorAmari: No. He must have gone there for a reason. He has to be alive. He... must have been prepared for it... DoctorAmari: They want him dead, remember? And you killed the man they sent to do it. I think Virgil would have every reason to be grateful, or at least afraid. Shaun: Because it is the simple truth, and I believe you know it too. Nick: Look at me. I'm trash. They threw me in the junk pile ages ago. Just another discarded prototype. Didn't exactly leave me the house keys. NickValentine: Let's give my pal a chance. I'll send out the signal. Now, you won't hear anything. Special frequency. But he'll be here. VaultTecRep: Oh, it has all the amenities of the modern home, I assure you. Not to mention total protection from nuclear radiation and hostile mutants. Shaun: We'd advanced the technology behind synths to a point where this struck me as an interesting variation. Desdemona: Nosy keeps us and you alive. I'm all for one less Courser in the world but I need to know why you killed him. NickValentine: All right. Let's get that bastard. This is your show from here on out, okay? You say jump, I'll say how high. PaladinDanse: Then, if there's nothing left to discuss, I suggest you leave our compound immediately. NickValentine: Just consider getting me out of that Vault a finder's fee. Nick: All right. I'll see you in Diamond City. And don't worry. The night just got darker, but it can't last forever. Ingram: Yeah? Well, I hope you're not forgetting that one button press turns this place into a crater. Preston: You got it, General. We'll be standing by to teleport into the Institute on your signal. Desdemona: Some things even Deacon can't do. Maybe. Virgil: They're not invincible, so technically it's possible. Whether you're capable of it... I guess we'll find out. Shaun: It helped that I had a natural affinity for science, but yes. ProctorIngram: So, it looks like you're calling the shots around here now, huh? MamaMurphy: It's what the Sight wants. Med-X is a painkiller. Strips away a lot of feeling and let's you float out into the mystery of it all. NickValentine: You were on ice, huh? More importantly, you were underground. Sealed up. That's a lot of obstacles to get through just to take one person. Shaun: For now, it's enough that you understand that the Institute really is devoted to the betterment of humanity. MamaMurphy: Thought I told you before, kid. I saw you leave that ice box. I know your pain. This world, it's not yours, but here you are. Desdemona: It's almost comforting to know some things never change. DoctorAmari: If I were a priest, I would say forgiveness is a good thing. Preston: Teleportation? For real? Wow. That would explain a lot about how the Institute manages to operate... Virgil: Fine. Forget I asked. Doesn't matter anyway. ProctorIngram: Chomping at the bit to get this thing built, huh? Me too. Desdemona: Surprise should be total. And with so many synths rebelling, they should be disorganized. Virgil: No, you're right. It doesn't really. The point is that you got it. ProctorIngram: If I can keep that flying pile of junk in the air, I can work miracles. Virgil: Don't bullshit me. More than one of them, and you wouldn't be standing here right now. Sturges: Don't thank me yet. I think I got the gist of it, but it's going to take some time to work out the details of some of the hairier sections. DoctorAmari: I didn't know Institute scientists could defect. This changes everything. He could answer all sorts of questions. DoctorAmari: We delved into every memory we could find. This is the only thing I can think of that might get us more answers. Kellogg: Your wife. That was... a regrettable accident. Still... Nick: Hmm... I'm a Synth, so radiation isn't much of an issue for me, but an old suit of Power Armor might just be the guardian angel you're looking for. Kellogg: Ha! That's the spirit. You know, you surprise me, I have to admit. I find myself actually kind of... liking you. Desdemona: Violently, I'm afraid. It's essential you take it quickly. Every moment we wait, is another moment the Institute has to react. Sturges: I think so. Best I can tell until we actually try to put it together. NickValentine: Could have been a large-caliber revolver... Hmm... I'm starting to get a clearer picture of the kind of man our perp is... Shaun: I'm afraid there can be no more time for indecision. Please, let me show you what we can accomplish together. NickValentine: I honestly doubt it. They can barely organize themselves, let alone pull off something this complicated. Virgil: I'll take that as a 'yes.' Can't say I'm too surprised. ShaunChild: What? You're my father! Why else would I call you that? Nick: Kellogg's brain. It's a long shot, but Doctor Amari just might be able to... get it jump-started. See what the old merc knew. VaultTecRep: Oh of course, of course. This won't take but a moment. It's just a matter of verifying some information. Amari: Just sit down over there. And... keep your fingers crossed. Sturges: But... You didn't even talk to the kid. You're not going to leave him here, are you? Nick: Yeah. Figures the Institute's only man on the outside wouldn't be the type to be taken alive... Sturges: Well... whoever wrote this does seem to know what they're talking about. Could be a genius or totally insane. Guess we'll find out. Sturges: I was hoping there'd be something worth all the time I spent cracking their encryption. Turns out there was. TinkerTom: That one's not bad. Old radio stations got those. You know, communication equipment. DoctorAmari: Yes, but it's important we review everything together. In case either of us missed anything. Nick: Well, I've done jobs with less. Somehow "nice and simple" never makes it onto the menu in my world. Virgil: I'm just saying, I can't guarantee it'll work. NickValentine: Dammit, drop the doom-and-gloom act. We can work through this... MamaMurphy: Oh lord... That's pure... Gonna be an interesting trip... ShaunChild: What do you mean? Nobody told me, you just are. Desdemona: So some mysterious stranger took out of a Courser. Alone. Something I'm not even sure the Railroad's best agent could do. ActiveSpouse: Of course not, but... Look, we have Shaun to think of now. PaladinDanse: By the authority of Elder Arthur Maxson, supreme commander of the Brotherhood of Steel. Ingram: All right, but don't take too long. Maxson's itching to turn this place into dust. MamaMurphy: Don't need the Sight to know that's a "maybe." Take your time. I'll be able to help you more once I can sit down. VaultTecRep: Won't take but a moment! We do need to verify some information. To make sure you're cleared for entrance, in the unforeseen event of *ahem*...total atomic annihilation. Maxson: On the contrary, this victory was but the beginning. Nick: So, you need a little angel of vengeance, huh? Well, I don't usually go after blood money, but I guess I can make an exception. Amari: That's exactly what I was thinking. If we're lucky, it should hook right in. NickValentine: If Kellogg really is the one who kidnapped your son, then he's dangerous, but so are you. MamaMurphy: *cough* Wow. Forgot how strong that stuff is. Whew. Okay... here it comes... DoctorAmari: If you're going to go, be prepared. You'll need some way to combat the radiation there. It's called the Glowing Sea for a reason. Sturges: Yeah, well, this computer stuff isn't really my forte. But I did finally crack the encryption, and there was gold in there after all. Kellogg: Hmph. Pal, I'm just a puppet like you. My stage is a little bigger, that's all. ShaunOld: You wouldn't... Please, no. I'll do whatever you want. Shaun: Under the circumstances, I will forgive your... Vulgarity. Virgil: And yet I have no idea who the hell you are. MayorMcDonough: What? How dare you! I'm the mayor, for god's sakes, not some thug for hire. VaultTecEscort: Oh, we'll be going over all that in orientation. Just a few medical items we have to get through first. Sturges: Good. I think I've got a handle on this crazy contraption. At least as much as I can tell, until we actually try to build it. Desdemona: We're a team. We fight, we bleed, we win as one. ElderMaxson: The Institute preys on the weak to further their own ends. Nick: Hey, chin up. I know the night just got darker, but it won't last forever. ElderMaxson: I believe there's a bit more to the story than you're telling me, but based on your actions so far, I'm willing to take you at your word. VaultTecRep: Why we're about you, sir! And helping secure your future. You see, Vault-Tec is the foremost builder of state-of-the-art underground fallout shelters. VaultTecRep: Oh, it is. Believe you me. Now, you're already cleared for entrance, in the unforeseen event of *ahem*...total atomic annihilation. Shaun: Because my entire life has taken place within these walls. I have studied, I have trained, I have devoted my life to the Institute. Shaun: Right, wrong... irrelevant. It was necessary. The Institute believed humanity's future depended on it. Nick: Guess that's for you to wonder and for me and Kellogg's memories to know for sure. Virgil: Almost no one on the surface does, and that's on purpose. They like to keep it a secret. Geneva: Well... you do have an honest face, and it's not like there's anything important in an abandoned house... DoctorAmari: A prewar computer chip, maybe you could find someone else, but the Institute is far more advanced. They built the Synths for god's sake. ProctorIngram: I'd scout out pre-war military bases for military-grade circuit boards. TinkerTom: There's only so far my miraculous ingenuity can go, my friend. I got needs. Desdemona: Without you, though, it would've been far worse. Nick: You wanna know the truth? The sad thing is, I have no idea. None of us do. You'd think they'd cut me loose if I had something on 'em? Sturges: You sure? ... okay. Your part is simple. Just step onto the platform. Shaun: I've seen it myself. I know. That is why we are so committed to creating a better life for ourselves here. Virgil: Because you want to get into the Institute, remember? They're your ticket in. ProctorIngram: We'll know after we throw the switch. Nick: A missing kid, huh? Well, you came to the right man. If not the right place. Nick: You're talking to a synth. I AM a little out there. Just stay with me on this. DoctorAmari: Good luck. I'm sorry what I have is so cryptic, but hopefully you can figure things out as you go. DoctorAmari: Well, if you're cognizant enough to joke, I think we can safely say that you're out of critical condition. Preston: There can't be too many former Institute scientists running around loose. I guess he'd be likely to know what he's talking about. Kellogg: You can turn around right now. Go back the way you came. DoctorAmari: And plunging into a dead man's memory wasn't crazy? You've already done the impossible, who's to say God won't let you do it again? Desdemona: Those chips have more than just codes on them. Everything from how it's made to what it's made from tells us something about our enemy. Shaun: Is it? After all the things you've seen and experienced in the Commonwealth? Think about it... Desdemona: Make your preparations, but make them quickly. Tom could lose the signal any minute now. ShaunOld: Spare me. You've spent time up there. You know as well as I that it's doomed. Sturges: We're going to need something to translate your molecular and biological information for the transmission... old hospitals seem like the best bet. ActiveSpouse: *baby giggles* ActiveSpouse: *chuckle* Good answer. ActiveSpouse: Fine. I'll do it myself. Stubborn... ActiveSpouse: Hon, could you help me? ActiveSpouse: I've got Shaun. Let's go! ActiveSpouse: We love you too. Amari: No. I will NOT. Amari: What!? NickValentine: You're right. This speculation is getting us off track. Let's focus on what you saw. What did these kidnappers look like? Player Default: For you and Shaun, no price is too high. NickValentine: A good question. Why your family in particular, and why an infant? Someone would be taking on all of his care, and a baby needs a lot of it. Companion: Dogmeat find something? Desdemona: With the Prydwen destroyed, the Brotherhood's survivors will leave the Commonwealth. On foot. DoctorAmari: I don't know if there's any "right" way to feel, either... Desdemona: All right, Tom. Make it happen. Desdemona: First, take this. Desdemona: Hardly. Desdemona: I'd expect nothing less. Desdemona: Not quite yet... Desdemona: Or die trying. Desdemona: Take this. Desdemona: The moment of truth, then. Desdemona: Then we're done. Desdemona: Understood. Just don't take too long. Desdemona: We don't have a lot of options. Desdemona: We're not there yet. Desdemona: What option did I have? Run and hide? Desdemona: You can do this, I believe in you. Desdemona: You have to try. Desdemona: You're right. Desdemona: You've more than earned that. But... Desdemona: Your sarcasm is noted. DoctorAmari: Good luck, and... be safe. DoctorAmari: Hmm... let me think... DoctorAmari: Uh... Yes... Anyway... Nick: Look, I know it feels like a shot in the heart, but this case isn't closed. Not while I'm on it. Shaun: I'm afraid things here are different from the lawless wastes above. A society cannot be maintained without order. TinkerTom: I hear you. Once you do, check back with me. I'll fill you in on what I noodled out. ElderMaxson: Well done, Knight. Desdemona: Just listen for a moment. It's important. Preston: They should have read their history. That hasn't ever turned out well. Virgil: You know damn well I am. What're you doing here? Geneva: A gift? For me? How generous... Geneva: And if I could, why should I? Geneva: Have a nice day. Geneva: Like grist in the mill, honey. Good luck. NickValentine: Yeah, I've heard it all before. "You're a freak", "You've got something to hide," blah blah blah. ShaunChild: You're just going to leave me here... I can't believe it. I hate you! Shaun: I know, and I am sorry. You have been through so much in such a short time. Ingram: A problem? Hell yes I have a problem! Ingram: But... I... Ingram: Fine. Whatever you say... sir. Ingram: You got it, Paladin. DoctorAmari: I... suppose I can't fault you for that. Jabberbot: Identity of assailant: Kellogg. Kellogg: Almost. Everything's going to be fine. Kellogg: Fine. I guess you've earned that much. Kellogg: Right to it then, huh? Okay. Fine. DoctorAmari: That's not surprising. All the synapses in your brain have just been pulled apart, connected to someone else, and then pulled back together. Amari: Okay, but I need to keep Mister Valentine here until you're ready. I don't want him moving around with that implant still attached. ProctorIngram: I haven't made sense of all of it yet, but I will by the time you get the first part built. Desdemona: We have no idea when we'll pick up another signal. It may be a case of now or never. So, are you ready? ProctorIngram: Try and locate old radar installations or radio transmitters. If you're lucky, a few of them might still have their dishes intact. MamaMurphy: All right. I'll keep waiting. MamaMurphy: Anytime you need it, kid. Up to you. MamaMurphy: Damn right it is. MamaMurphy: If you think so, kid. MamaMurphy: It's always here if you need it. MamaMurphy: Thank you. Maxson: Absolutely, brother. Maxson: Excellent. Maxson: This victory was but the beginning. Maxson: We're running short on time, Paladin. Maxson: You truly have become one of us, brother. MayorMcDonough: Oh. Very well then. MrWhitfield: Can't this thing move faster!? Amari: Possibly. There's no sign of decay, so the tech is probably preserving the tissue. Injecting some kind of compound to keep it stable. Virgil: Fine. You know what, I don't even want to know. You wanna get yourself killed, that's your problem. Shaun: The degree of trauma you're experiencing right now is understandable... Please, just try to relax. I know this is all difficult to take in. Nick: A literal dead end, huh? Nick: All right, wise guy. Keep your secrets. Nick: All right. Let's move fast. Follow me. Nick: All right. See you at the Den. Nick: I'm sure you'll manage. Nick: If you say so... Nick: Let's get going. Nick: See you in Diamond City. Nick: She did? I should give her a raise. Nick: Sounds good. You two stay out of trouble. Nick: That's what I thought. He's dead. Nick: Yeah, I'm fine. Why? NickValentine: All right, all right. Calm down. NickValentine: Yeah... Let me think... NickValentine: All right. I'll send out the signal. You're not gonna hear it. Frequency is high, but he'll pick it up. Preston: Even the Institute can't live entirely cut off from the rest of the world. TinkerTom: This baby is bona fide Institute tech. Mind-blowing shit. It's going to work. Are you ready? DoctorAmari: I know you're joking, but as a doctor, I feel obligated to remind you that unprotected radioactive exposure will only kill you. Dead. D-E-A-D. PaladinDanse: I highly doubt that. PaladinDanse: Outstanding. PaladinDanse: Perhaps. PaladinDanse: That's not going to happen. Piper: All right. Player Default: All right, you can come with me. Player Default: I have my moments. Player Default: We need to get to the Vault. Now! Preston: Oh yeah? What are they for? Preston: Oh. I'm sorry. Preston: Yes, sir. Preston: You're damn right they are. Preston: You're right. ProctorIngram: All right. ProctorIngram: Damn right I do. ProctorIngram: Good, let's move on then. ProctorIngram: Hm. I wish I had your confidence. ProctorIngram: Hmm. Let me see. ProctorIngram: I hope so. ProctorIngram: Molecular... what? No. ProctorIngram: Not with a single frequency code. ProctorIngram: Of course. ProctorIngram: Sorry that I'm boring you. ProctorIngram: Teleportation? ProctorIngram: Woah, slow down there. VaultTecRep: Oh, no worries, sir. No worries at all! I'm not selling anything. Not today. Sturges: Okay. I've got plenty to keep me busy here, don't worry. Shaun: Don't worry. You'll see. Shaun: Excellent. Shaun: Have you reconsidered your decision? Shaun: Human-like synths. A great distinction. Shaun: I am glad to hear that. Shaun: I have, yes. Shaun: I know this is a lot to take in. Shaun: I know. Shaun: I see. I am... disappointed. Shaun: I'm glad we see it the same way. Shaun: I'm sorry to hear that. Shaun: I'm sorry. I really am. Shaun: In a manner of speaking, yes. Shaun: It really is. Shaun: Oh, we've tried that. Shaun: Thank you. Shaun: Very well. Shaun: Yes, it's true. ShaunChild: Huh? Yes... I'm Shaun... ShaunChild: I'm glad you were here to save me. ShaunChild: No, no... I totally do! ShaunChild: Okay, I'm ready! Let's go! ShaunChild: Really? Do you mean it? ShaunChild: What do you mean I'm not your son?! ShaunChild: Who... Who are you? ShaunChild: You're lying! ShaunOld: Get out of here. ShaunOld: It's hard to believe I'm related to you. ShaunOld: It's too late to be sorry. ShaunOld: My own father... ShaunOld: Tell me, why would I ever consider that? ShaunOld: That would be a kindness. ShaunOld: Very well. ShaunOld: Why would I ever consider helping you? Soldier_Elevator: NOW! NOW! SEND IT DOWN NOW! Sturges: Good deal. Sturges: It's up to you, man. Sturges: Okay, okay... man this is messed up... Sturges: Okay. Sturges: Sure thing. Let's see what you've got. Sturges: Well... yeah, I think so. Sturges: Yeah, sure. Sturges: You got it! MamaMurphy: Oh not this again. Kid. Listen to me. I'm old. Even older than you'd think. If the chems are gonna kill me, then I say I've had a good run. Shaun: I forget that it's been such a short time for you. Virgil: Before I had to escape, I was working on a serum that would serve as a cure for my.... condition. SkinnyMalone: You're...you're right. Things have gone nothin' but south since she walked into my life. DoctorAmari: That's right. He was a human being just like the rest of us, and he had reasons for being what he was, however cruel. TinkerTom: Don't have to tell me twice! TinkerTom: Hey, tell that to Carrington, though. TinkerTom: I don't doubt it for a minute. TinkerTom: I won't know until I get a look see. TinkerTom: Okay, just doesn't seem right... TinkerTom: Okay, okay... geez. TinkerTom: Uhh, what? TinkerTom: Yeah, the sooner the better. TinkerTom: Yeah, yeah, all right, all right. NickValentine: Some kind of security setting strips or blocks out those memories. And it's not just me. PlayerTV: But we seem to have lost contact with our affiliate stations... TinkerTom: Every last one of your atoms and molecules needs to be categorized then translated into a pure digital feed. Shaun: I've already told you how I came to be here. I don't know what further proof I could offer that would convince you. Preston: Yes, I think we do, now. Enough to fight our way to the reactor, which is all we need. V111BabyShaunMarker: *Shaun cries* VaultTecRep: Nice to find you sir! VaultTecRep: Oh, *nervous cough* you do... VaultTecRep: Oh, me too! You have no idea... VaultTecRep: So you are, so you are. VaultTecRep: Splendid, splendid! Now let's see... VaultTecRep: Splendid, splendid. Let's get to it. Virgil: All right. Virgil: Another Institute secret. Virgil: Because I say it matters. Pay attention. Virgil: Can I... are you joking? Virgil: Did you... Virgil: How could you possibly know that? Virgil: How do you know that? Virgil: How the hell do you know any of that?! Virgil: I need some assurance from you. Come on. Virgil: I'm sorry, what? Virgil: It's not whining if...wait, what? Virgil: Listen up. Virgil: Of course it is. Virgil: Oh god, those kooks? Virgil: Oh, no. Virgil: Oh. Virgil: Oh. Oh no. Virgil: Right. Virgil: Suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Virgil: That so? Then talk, fast. Virgil: The Institute? Virgil: Wait, what? Are you serious? Virgil: What? Virgil: You know about the escape? But how?! Virgil: You're off to a great start with that. Nick: I woke up in a junk pile ages ago. Just another discarded prototype. The Institute hasn't come calling since. I'm sorry. Kellogg: Take you to him? Ha ha ha ha ha. Like I could, even if I wanted to. Don't you get it? Your son, he's in a place nobody can reach. Shaun: That's a shame. I had hoped for so much more. Nick: Good luck out there. You know where to find me. Preston: Yeah, well, at least he found something. I was afraid it was going to turn out to be a dead end. Sturges: No, I just... man, forget it. We gotta get out of here. Z1: Good. Z1: Is it time? Z1: Please, we must act quickly. Z1: Yes. Shall we proceed? NickValentine: Hell of an animal. Doesn't really have an owner, but he's always ready to help out when he's needed. DoctorAmari: Yes. Their greatest secret has finally been revealed. But that only leads to more questions. How does it work? Where do we go next? Preston: That's right. I figure you can use that tunnel he found to get in and secure their teleporter, then use it to bring in the rest of our troops. Shaun: Would have preferred that I turned him loose on the Commonwealth? At least keeping him on a short leash kept the collateral damage to a minimum. MayorMcDonough: *chuckle* Well, we don't have EVERY key in the city. Where would we put them all? Ha ha ha. NickValentine: High-end mercenaries. No job too brutal. They're in the running as likely suspects, but they wouldn't be the ones pulling the strings. Desdemona: That's not your job. We've got people assigned to maintain control of the Relay room and teleport synths out non-stop. Shaun: Killed, yes. Murdered? I'm not so sure about that. Still... I do regret never having known her. ActiveSpouse: Spin the mobile a bit. He loves that. Virgil: Well, well... Not many know about it. Pretty closely guarded secret. You've certainly done your homework. VaultTecSuitGiver: Just follow the doctor, here. He'll show you where to go. DoctorAmari: Don't be alarmed, but I honestly don't know what to look for. As I said before, this is uncharted territory. Nick: I'll let her give you her life story in person. Let's stay focused. Preston: We'll be standing by for you to teleport us into the Institute. Nick: You really don't know? I'm a synth. Synthetic man. All the parts, minus a few red blood cells. MayorMcDonough: Oh, of course... I-I will do everything in my power to help you overcome this horrible personal tragedy. Virgil: I'll bet you have. It's a closely guarded secret, kept hidden from everyone above ground. Desdemona: Institute tech is light years beyond what we have. And a Courser Chip is top of the line. Desdemona: So someone who looks just like you took out a Courser. SkinnyMalone: Hey, I'm the one in charge here. You got something to say? Say it to me. NickValentine: If you need me, just come knocking. If not, then, the next time I see you, I hope it's with your son, safe and sound. Amari: Normally we only allow our clients to experience their own memories. Now what's this all about? VaultTecRep: Ha ha! That's the spirit. Now let's see... TinkerTom: I've done a whole lot more with a whole lot less, my friend. Shaun: People are always frightened by what they don't understand. Shaun: Yes. Yes you could. And I would be powerless to stop you. MamaMurphy: Ha ha. That's good. Humor's a good way to cope. 'Cause this world ain't yours is it? I saw you leave that ice box. VaultTecRep: Wonderful! That's... everything... Just gonna walk this over to the Vault! Congratulations on being prepared for the future! NickValentine: Hmm... not much to go on, but a tough and commanding voice can get someone pretty far in the violence business... Piper: Trying to find out why the Mayor happens to be meeting with the same suspicious looking courier every other week. Player Default: *Sigh* You're right. Let's get it over with. Maxson: Whether you were seeking vengeance or serving the Brotherhood, the end result is the same. MayorMcDonough: I see. Well, whatever reasons you have, I take my citizens' privacy very seriously. Even after they've left. TinkerTom: Okay, I guess, but we're kind of on the clock here. ShaunChild: Then don't leave me here to die! Take me with you, please! SkinnyMalone: You and Nick shot all of my crew and you expect to just...Agh! All right, you're lucky I still owe him for that time back in the Quarry. Sturges: Well, sorry, boss, I was a bit busy decrypting the Institute's data and getting ready to blow up a fusion reactor I'd never seen. Virgil: Divisions within the Institute. Specialized groups working on various projects. It'll make sense later. Ingram: Wait a second... you haven't even talked to the kid. You're not just going to leave him here are you? Desdemona: In this single hour, we could rescue more synths than we have in our entire history. Make every moment count. Sturges: I was just asking. No need for the snide remarks. Shaun: I have no doubt. I'm afraid I have little experience with those emotions, having lived my life within the Institute. Desdemona: When you're ready, let us know. The information on that chip could save a lot of lives. ElderMaxson: I believe you'd be better served showing these plans to Proctor Ingram. TinkerTom: And I filled in the blanks on the blueprints. We can actually build this crazy thing. Piper: Supposedly, they help runaway Synths escape the Institute. But they're secretive. Ultra-paranoid. UniformEscort: We're doing everything we can, now keep moving! Shaun: Yes, but... not the Shaun you were looking for. In some ways, the synth is far closer to what you expected. DoctorAmari: Yes. You can't tell me that bearing witness to that man's life didn't affect you. SkinnyMalone: *chuckle* This troublemaker here used to be a real headache back in the day. Before we got kicked out of the old neighborhood. Sturges: Hey, I've got to do something to keep busy while you're out saving the world. VaultTecRep: Isn't it? Just look at the sky out there! *clears throat* Nick: Look, I know you want your case solved as quickly as possible, but an investigation needs time. We can't risk overlooking the details. ShaunChild: Father... What's going on? What's happening? MamaMurphy: Well, ain't like I'm going anywhere. The Sight will be here when you need it. ElderMaxson: The method is useless without the means to make it work. ProctorIngram: It might look like a bunch of children's doodles to you, but trust me, there's a method to this madness. DoctorAmari: There are chemical compounds. Rad-X, RadAway. You'd need as much as you could carry. Maybe more. Amari: Well you better be soon. I doubt that brain is being properly preserved. Time is against us. ProctorIngram: According to Virgil's notes, it takes four components to complete the Signal Interceptor. ShaunOld: Yes, of course. But that will end soon enough, won't it? All thanks to you... Virgil: Do you have any idea what that man has done? What the Institute pays him to do? It's all off the books stuff. Shaun: Yes, I am. It would benefit us both to work together. NickValentine: Well, they're the boogeyman of the Commonwealth. Something goes wrong, everyone blames them. Shaun: It's a synth, not a human being. A simulacrum. Try to be more open-minded. Piper: The Brotherhood of Steel doesn't do subtle. From what I've heard, they take whatever they want. Especially if it's high-tech. Kellogg: Heh. Haven't you been paying attention? You don't find the Institute. The Institute finds you. NickValentine: Hmm... Guess it's time to call in a favor. I know a specialist. He's never in one place for long, but he'll show up if I ask. Desdemona: That's what the report says. Hard to believe. I'm all for one less Courser in the world, but the conventional wisdom is that you run from them rather than engage them. Shaun: I realize that. It's why I'm trying to help you. Sturges: Oh, man, I wish. I was born a couple of centuries too late, I guess. MamaMurphy: Like a little kick yourself, huh? This'll do. Now let me ride the high to where the Sight wants to take me. MamaMurphy: Ah, that's okay. But I can't really concentrate enough these days unless I'm comfortable. So if you need the Sight again, I'm gonna need that chair. Virgil: There's no question it's difficult to believe. NickValentine: No idea, but we got a missing kid on the line. That's worth the risk. ProctorIngram: Hey, you're the one that's going to be standing on the thing. If it blows up, it's going to hurt you a lot more than it'll hurt me. TinkerTom: No worries. Gives me more time to work the blueprints. TinkerTom: Oh yeah, man. I squared away the science with the engineering. We should be in business. But I want to run the numbers again just to be sure. ElderMaxson: An intriguing proposal that I'll have to seriously consider. NickValentine: Your faith in me is really starting to become inspiring. ProctorIngram: That's fine. It's going to take me a while to figure out how to make this crazy contraption work. ElderMaxson: So, it appears we share a common goal. Shaun: I know you have been through so much. I'm pleased to see it has not impaired your judgment. Shaun: Ah, levity. Excellent. A sure sign that you adapt quickly to stressful environments. Shaun: I'm glad you're willing to accept the truth. It's quite encouraging. Virgil: For the record, I haven't made any promises. Virgil: Then I'm afraid I can't do anything for you. MobsterGirl: I... I... You're right! What am I doing? I've gotten all mixed up! Virgil: Find people to help if you need to, because this is it. It's the only way you're getting in, and you have to get in. For both of us. MamaMurphy: They're good. More of a chem for scientists and tech types. But who's to say ole' Mama Murphy ain't a closet genius? He he he. TinkerTom: I just don't think we should be leaving anyone behind. It's not what we came here for. Sturges: I wish we could, be we've only got the one frequency code. Shaun: You don't see the connection? Let me try to explain. Sturges: Thanks, boss. I wish there was a better way, but if there is, it's not in this data. Nick: No. I skipped that part of the orientation film while they were busy pulling me apart and putting me back together again. MamaMurphy: Let me tell you a story, kid. Once, there was beautiful young girl, with a special power. Used to get in all kinds of crazy adventures. Sturges: That's okay, I'll need time to figure out how to make everything work together. Virgil: Another secret of the Institute. Trust me, it's good that you haven't found out the hard way. Sturges: Okay, but... I don't think we ought to hang around here any longer than we have to. ShaunOld: If I have your word that you'll protect them... ProctorIngram: According to Maxson, this is priority one... so quit fooling around and build it already. Geneva: You do seem like a sweet guy. *sigh* All right. I'm just going to leave this key on my desk and "forget" I put it there. Sturges: Don't worry, we'll figure it out. No matter how crazy the theory, in the end it all comes down to engineering. Shaun: Yes, it's pushed our technology to the limit. We've gained some valuable insights in terms of both hardware and software. Shaun: Ours was a unique situation. Vault-Tec records were easily accessible to the Institute, and they were looking for as young a specimen as possible. VaultTecRep: Yes! Right! Just like insurance. So let's get to it. Virgil: Not surprising. They don't come out often, and when they do, few see them. Shaun: That's... a difficult question. I suppose it depends on how closely we've managed to mimic human behavior and emotions. MamaMurphy: Surprised a frail thing like me wants a muscle chem? What if I told you I used to pack a pair of arms thicker than both your fists put together? VaultTecEscort: All set? Just step inside and put on your Vault suit! MamaMurphy: Easy there, kid... You win. Ole' Mama Murphy will get clean. Just put away the scary eyes. Geneva: Mister Kellogg's residence? He left town a while ago. We foreclosed on the property and locked it up. Shaun: You mean the child? It's a fascinating project, really. There are issues to be solved, of course, but we've made remarkable progress. VaultTecRep: Why nothing less than your entire future! If you haven't noticed, sir, this country has gone to heck in a hand basket. Sturges: We should be able to scavenge what we need from old communication equipment - radio stations, radar sites, that kind of thing. Shaun: I don't mean any of this to hurt you. I'm just... I'm trying to help you. Help us. Amari: Yes, the connections appear to be stable. Hopefully, it'll be as simple as unplugging the implant once we're done. Nick: Let's see... I guess we're going to need a piece of Kellogg's brain. Enough gray matter to bring to Amari and find out if this is going to work... ActiveSpouse: Hey, it's peace of mind. That's worth a little paperwork, right? Nick: It's in Goodneighbor. A little slice of trouble Northeast a ways. MayorMcDonough: Security is part of what keeps Diamond City above the petty squabbles and misfortunes of the Commonwealth. I can't betray that for anything. Virgil: My help? With what? How did you even find me, anyway? Geneva: Why is finding this key so important to you, honey? VaultTecEscort: Oh you're going to love it here. This is one of our most advanced facilities. Not that the others aren't great, mind you... NickValentine: Trust me, Amari's hands are the safest place a brain can be. DoctorAmari: The memory gave us a starting point. The Glowing Sea. But... that can't be right. Trying to survive there is... unthinkable. SkinnyMalone: How the hell did you know about that? DoctorAmari: That must be it! He's using the radiation in the Glowing Sea like a shield or a... cloak... a way to throw them off and be at an advantage. Virgil: No, but you realize how critical this is? For both of us? ElderMaxson: I am, but I need you to view this from my perspective. DoctorAmari: You're right! A rogue Institute scientist could answer all kinds of questions. DoctorAmari: That's good, but I want you to keep monitoring yourself. We have to be sure there's no long-term damage. MamaMurphy: Oooh... It just makes everything feel good, don't it? I'm starting to see clearly... Desdemona: *laugh* Take all the time you need. We'll be waiting. Shaun: I'm so sorry. I wish that things were different. ElderMaxson: Don't allow the allure of their isolation to cloud your judgment. Desdemona: Hopefully we survive the main course, then. First, you have take this. Sturges: Yeah, I know. But there isn't any other way in. Shaun: Why would I lie? What would I have to gain from it? I assure you, this is the truth. Nick: He had to have a way in and out. But... am I right in thinking he's not available for a chin wag? Shaun: Well, that's good to hear. All right, then... Amari: Let me think... The encryption is too strong for a single mind. But... what if we used two? Maxson: You'll be remembered for this moment, Paladin. Virgil: If you're telling the truth, then you must understand my skepticism. DoctorAmari: Yes... well... that's not going to help you here. But I'm sure someone with your... creativity will be able to figure it out. DoctorAmari: The memory said the Institute tracked him to the Glowing Sea, but that seems crazy. A mad man would think twice about going there. ShaunChild: I don't know you! Go away! Father! Father, help me! There's someone here! Help me! ProctorIngram: Fine, wouldn't kill me to crunch the numbers a few more times anyway. ShaunOld: If that's what you'll tell yourself so you can sleep at night, so be it. Now go. Leave me. Sturges: We're going to need a military-grade circuit board. Check out prewar army bases. Desdemona: You're going to have to sell them a lie. It's best to stick as close to the truth as possible. Amari: We plug the brain implant into Mister Valentine. Assuming he's... willing to take on the risks. Z1: The longer we delay, the greater the chance the SRB will notice something's amiss. MamaMurphy: No. But don't worry. *cough* Old Mama Murphy can handle a little pre-war, military-grade combat stim. Nick: Did I? Amari said there might be some "mnemonic impressions" left over... Shaun: Just... give it time. Give the Institute a chance. Shaun: I see. Well, as I've said, you may see yourself out. NickValentine: So we're talking a small team. Professionals. The kind that know to keep their lips tight when they're on the job. Not sure what "the backup" means though... Shaun: After what he's done... I'm surprised to hear you say that. Virgil: Forgive me for questioning whether you might survive against a Courser. Still, suppose I should've expected it. DoctorAmari: This is serious! No one outside the Institute could dream of making that kind of technology. Preston: Damn... that's some bad business, even for them. MamaMurphy: You did good. Now let me ride the high to where the Sight wants to take me. ShaunOld: But the Brotherhood of Steel... They can? MamaMurphy: Ah, but the distant past ain't so distant for you. I saw you leave that ice box. This whole world is like some bad dream you can't wake up from, isn't it? MamaMurphy: The Sight's been real exhausting lately. Got aches and pains, even when I'm lying down. Piper: You know, that's the kind of talk I hear right before a big story of mine goes into print... I always find out. Sooner or later. Sturges: Oh, right. I found the code that should open it, so all you have to do is survive the trip. DoctorAmari: I can't contact them directly. They usually come to me, when they have a synth that's escaped the Institute and wants new memories. DoctorAmari: They help synths escape the Institute. I don't know who they all are. Usually, an agent of theirs just shows up with someone who needs new memories. Nick: Yeah, but I'm guessing he wasn't the "surrender and talk" type, was he? Nick: Stay with me on this. We... get a piece of Kellogg's gray matter and take it to Amari. Then we see if she's got the goods to pull this off. Kellogg: Let him go. Your time's done. Your son is exactly where he belongs. TinkerTom: We need some high tech shit for that. A military-grade circuit board. Maxson: It means we still have a long road ahead if we're to ensure the safety of the Commonwealth and her people. Sturges: Man, that's crazy. Ain't no limit to how low they'll sink! NickValentine: Hopefully not forever. I want to see you and your kid safe-and-sound when you get back. Shaun: I wish there were something to say. I know this isn't what you wanted. But it's the only truth I can offer you. Virgil: It does, doesn't it? If there were another way, I'd suggest it. Believe me. ElderMaxson: Indeed. The technology the Institute has at their disposal is frightening at best. Shaun: No, perhaps not. But in many ways, he matches what you've been searching for all this time. ShaunOld: Don't pretend to care now. You had your chance to help me, and cast me aside instead. ShaunChild: I'm not a baby! I'm old enough to take care of myself. Jabberbot: Error: Operator deceased. Threat level Omega. He killed us. Sturges: Okay, but we don't have too many minutes to spare here. ProctorIngram: Yeah, I wouldn't be eager to jump onto this contraption either. Geneva: You can, but I'll warn you. He's not going to like you bringing that reporter into his office. You might want to ask her to wait outside. Nick: He's not gone. It's a long shot, but it's the only one we got. DoctorAmari: I'm afraid so. The Railroad is understandably paranoid. They're fighting the Institute, after all. You'll have to figure it out as you go. Shaun: Ah, now that's the question, isn't it? "Why me?" Geneva: He's set aside time to talk to petitioners all day. Best of luck. Sturges: Yeah, well, it seems the Institute isn't quite as self-contained as they'd like everyone to believe. Maxson: I'm pleased that you're anxious to continue your service for the Brotherhood. Virgil: Well, I suppose your enthusiasm counts for something. Desdemona: Do your best and hold out as long as you can. We can't ask for anything more. Nick: Cybernetics, huh? We may have just won the lottery. Amari: What's this? This isn't a brain! This is...wait... Virgil: Yeah, yeah. I told you I did the best I could. ShaunChild: I promise I won't be too much trouble. I'll stay out of your way and you won't even have to take care of me. Kellogg: God, you're persistent. I give you credit. It's the way a father should act. The way I'd be acting if I were in your place, I like to think. Even if it is useless. NickValentine: Maybe some kind of improvised armor? Lot of hired guns do that to look tough. ShaunChild: Good. For a second, I thought you forgot who I was. ShaunChild: But you can't just leave me here! I don't want to die! NickValentine: Well, unless you got a map to Kellogg in your pocket, this is the best we got. NickValentine: You can thank me when we've found your son. All right. Let's do this. TinkerTom: All right, but Dez wants this done ASAP. If this can get us into the Institute, it'll be a real game changer. ProctorIngram: Old hospitals might have the equipment to translate your molecular information for transmission. Best lead I can think of right now. MamaMurphy: It's a little inhaler that packs a big kick. They say it makes you move faster, but at my age, it's more of a quick rush. NickValentine: Big, green, muscles on muscles. In other words, hard to miss. I think we can safely rule them out. Shaun: I promised answers, and answers you shall have. MamaMurphy: Sorry. I know to you it's private, but for me I can see it plain as day. You leaving that ice box. Waking up in a world that's not yours. Shaun: Yes, I'm sure it was. Sadly the world has become a brutal, unforgiving place. Sturges: Sorry, boss. I've been over and over that data. It's this or nothing. Sturges: All right, all right... but you're one mean customer, you know that? TinkerTom: Ohhh... wow, did not see that coming. Still, though... we can't leave him. Jabberbot: Signature confirmed. Assailant: Kellogg. Known associate.... ActiveSpouse: You're gonna knock 'em dead at the Veteran's Hall tonight, hon. NickValentine: Nice to know that even when I'm about to have a foreign object shoved into my noggin', you find new, horrible ways to laugh at my expense. Sturges: Oh, come on... Have I ever let you down? You've got my word that it's all set up proper. Now are we going, or are we gonna stand here and jaw more? Desdemona: This isn't a negotiation. This is a demand. ShaunOld: You've made that impossible. The Commonwealth can have only one fate now. Sturges: Okay, okay. But you've got to admit, it isn't every day somebody asks me to build them a teleport hijacker. Desdemona: I'm confident you can find a way to do both. I leave it to your discretion. DoctorAmari: The name says it all. Radiation. So much that nothing there could possibly live. Nothing... pleasant... Jabberbot: Critical systems non-functional. Hostile human... too powerful. Nick: Yeah, you know the way? Southwest a few blocks. My office is in the back alleys, with the neon heart sign out front. NickValentine: Worked with him a few times, but he only likes certain people. Got a feeling you'll get on, though. ShaunChild: But you are! Nobody told me, I just know it! ShaunOld: And you've decided this for yourself? Or has it been fed to you by the corrupt societies above ground? Amari: Mister Valentine is an older generation synth. But, Institute technology being what it is... The brain implant could fit him. NickValentine: Wait. It couldn't be... You didn't hear the name "Kellogg" at all, did you? ProctorIngram: You still have a lot more to do. Better get back to work. ShaunOld: Well at least there's no need for guessing games now. Nick: Darla's a runaway. Her father wanted me to bring her back home. Turns out she skipped town to be with my old pal, Skinny Malone. Mob boss. MobsterGirl: Wow you're... you're a bad boy, ain't ya? Shaun: Believe me, I am well aware of the atrocities Kellogg committed. I suspect there are many more we'll never know of. ShaunOld: This isn't some fairy tale, father. There's no saving me. I'm dying, and you're going to destroy everything I've ever loved. Virgil: Yes, if built correctly. And please get it right. You have to make it in there, for both our sakes. Shaun: Yes, well... the world is not what it used to be. Piper: You know that group you rescued in Concord? Far as I know, they're the last Minutemen left in the Commonwealth. ElderMaxson: I know you're disappointed, but I need you to view this from my perspective. Amari: The implant is encoding all the mnemonic activity in the hippocampus. Think of it like... computer encryption. And we don't have the password. PaladinDanse: And I'm not willing to take the word of a stranger bearing gifts. ShaunOld: You're sorry? You can't be that sorry, if you're here going through with it. Virgil: Better you than me. Face like this, I'm not going to make too many friends. ActiveSpouse: I know, but... it's like insurance. Just in case. For Shaun, you know? Kellogg: What's the cliche? "So close, but yet so far away?" That's Shaun. Shaun: After what he did to you? I'm shocked you would be so generous. Piper: Really? You came to the mayor's office to see the mayor? Who'd have thought? Sturges: That's cool, I'll keep tuning this baby. Although we won't know if it's going to work until we actually try it. Kellogg: Yes, you have. And believe it or not... I'm actually kind of sorry you wasted your time. Amari: I have no clue, but considering we only have a single piece of the medial temporal lobe, and not the whole brain, I doubt it'll be... cohesive. ProctorIngram: All right, tough guy. Let me take a look. Maxson: I've never been more certain about anything in my life. Nick: Told you. I'm a detective. Look, I know the skin and the metal parts ain't comforting, but it's not important right now. ShaunOld: Along with the rest of the Commonwealth. You've seen to that. Shaun: I understand. You've been through quite a lot. Sturges: Seriously? I didn't know you could be an ex-Institute anything and still be breathing. PaladinDanse: Until I'm certain of your intentions, I'm not willing to discuss that right now. Piper: Interesting. That's the guy who bought the house in the abandoned West Stands. Had that kid... Preston: Okay, General. If you think it will really work, then you should see if Sturges can make heads or tails of those plans. ShaunOld: Perhaps I didn't think to count you among them. ShaunChild: I promise I won't get in your way, and I can take care of myself. Shaun: I know, I know. You've gone to such lengths to find him. Desdemona: It seems we taught you the lesson about operational security too well. That's a smart call, agent. But you still need to show these plans to Tinker Tom so we know how we can help you. VaultTecRep: Of course. Of course! Minus your robot, naturally. In fact, you're already cleared for entrance. It's just a matter of verifying some information. ShaunOld: In truth, no. I'm dying anyway. So... do what you will. Desdemona: You're one of a kind, you know that, right? So here's the plan. Ingram: Are you kidding me? The Institute made synths that look like children? Maxson: Your reward rests in the hearts and the minds of the people you've saved. DoctorAmari: I'm not sure, but I remember there was a prewar landmark with a similar name. I'd start there. ElderMaxson: I meant every word that I said, but I need you to view this from my perspective. NickValentine: As far as I know. Never seen any other synth like myself. MayorMcDonough: Did he now? Some investigation I assume? You two aren't trying to get me in hot water now, are you? Ha ha ha. Nick: Yeah, but something tells me he's not gonna drop by for a chat and coffee... Nick: Really? Well, I'm glad those ways included shooting down mobsters. Wasn't looking forward to haunting that place. MamaMurphy: Ah, that's it. I can feel the Sight opening up... ElderMaxson: The Institute will stop at nothing to further their own ends. Shaun: You've seen the Commonwealth. You must have some idea of how this world works. Preston: No, it's too late for that. They've shown that there's no way for us to coexist peacefully. If it's them or us - I choose us. Nick: I told you, I'm fine. But I get it. Going through Kellogg's brain was a doozy for both of us. Desdemona: Patriot devised a method to communicate with us one-way. Shaun: I'm not justifying what they did, just explaining. Virgil: Back in the Institute is the last place I want to be. Now listen up. TinkerTom: Wait, what? But... the kid. You're not even going to talk to him? Sure he's Institute, but you can't just leave him... ElderMaxson: I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I need you to view this from my perspective. Nick: Trust me, that dame knows a lot more than she lets on. And she lets on a lot. Shaun: Why? Because of the reputation of the Institute? Shaun: Then perhaps you already understand why it was necessary for the Institute to acquire me. Jabberbot: Error. System corrupt. I can't feel my legs. Nick: Been one heck of a ride so far. Let's see where it takes us next. ActiveSpouse: Listen, after breakfast, I was thinking we could head to the park for a bit. Weather should hold up. NickValentine: That's right. A Commonwealth mutt like him can track a man's scent for miles. ActiveSpouse: Absolutely. Now get ready and stop hogging the mirror... MamaMurphy: All right, kid. You got me. If me hanging around for a little longer is worth that much to ya, then I'll go clean. No more chems. No more Sight. ShaunOld: Yes, you tell yourself that. Now go. Leave me. Sturges: Let me break it down for you. There's... four main parts to this thing. Virgil: Good, good. Because you've gotta make it in there. For both our sakes. Ingram: Don't worry, I've got this thing all figured out. Now, are you ready to get out of here or not? Desdemona: Little minds cling to their petty prejudices no matter what the evidence says.
Topic	0 1 2 3 4 5 7 8 11 12 13 15 16 17 18 19 20 28 39 51 54 65 67 71 72 77 115 118 137 147 148 157 165 177 182 183 184 187 192 195 678 865 895 1000 1090 1137 1163 1271 1275 1476 1504 1549 1678 1797 1800 1826 1982 1989 1999 5705 6780 6791 10279 10912 11370 13429 14772 15482 17770 18000 18269 18331 18678 19829 44457 44458 44459 44541 56787 56788 56789 56790 56791 56792 56798 56799 57060 57061 57067 57068 57069 67800 72667 75132 75133 75134 75135 82430 82431 82432 82433 86561 109105 109106 109107 109108 109109 109112 109113 109114 109115 109122 109123 109124 109125 111074 112666 113700 113812 113813 113814 113815 134298 140509 151454 151455 151456 151457 155314 155315 155316 155317 176942 176943 176944 176945 176952 176953 176954 176955 180000 182693 182694 182696 184726 184727 184729 185150 185151 185153 185158 185159 185160 185161 185162 185163 186790 188612 188613 188614 188615 195940 195941 195942 195943 195944 195945 195946 195947 195948 195949 198293 198294 198295 198296 215720 215721 215722 215729 678000 1137000 11370000 65000000 650000000 1700000000 1840000000 15490000000 17800000000 65000000000 154900000000 1549000000000 9223372036854775807 Infinity 1982.0 0011381C 17695.0 0006791C 0010279C 0010910C 0010911C 0010912C 0013429C 0014050C 0017694C 0018331C 0019594C 0021572C 10279.0 10910.0 10910.0 10911.0 10911.0 10911.0 10912.0 10912.0 13429.0 13429.0 13429.0 14050.0 14050.0 14584.0 1476.0 1607.0 17694.0 17694.0 17694.0 1800.0 18269.0 18269.0 18331.0 18331.0 18440.0 18515.0 18678.0 18678.0 19594.0 19594.0 19829.0 21571.0 21572.0 21572.0 4445.0 5678.0 5678.0 5679.0 5679.0 5705.0 5706.0 6791.0 6798.0
is dialogue of	Nate