(Troll delivers his bag at the Francis International Airport, Liberty City)

Troll Pro: After five years on the East Coast, it was time to go home.


Trollpro (phone): 'Sup?

Erik "Erio" Abraham (phone): Troll, it's Erio.

Trollpro: Wassup, Erjo, what you want?

Erjo: It's your computer... It's rip, bro.


(Trollpro takes a cab, which is being pulled over by a police car)

Officer piotrek19975: Passenger, show us your hands.

(Trollpro exits the cab and slowly walks backwards towards the police car.')

piotrek19975: Stop. Get down on your knees. Now down on your stomach.

(Trollpro does what he is told by piotrek19975)

piotrek19975: There you go. I'll take that, Warzu.

(Officer Warzu gives Trollpro's money to piotrek19975)

Trollpro: Hey, that's my paper, man. That's money.

piotrek19975: This is money for a new computer.

Trollpro: My money, man.

Officer Kajtko: Hey, don't worry about it, I'll fill it out later.

piotrek19975: Welcome home, Troll. Glad to be back? You haven't forgotten about us, have you boy?

Trollpro: Hell no, officer piotrek19975. I was just wondering what took y'all so long.

piotrek19975: Get in the car.

(Warzu and Kajtko takes Trollpro to the back seat of the police car)

Trollpro: Ease up, man. Damn.

piotrek19975: Watch your head.

(Trollpro bangs his head against the police car)

piotrek19975: Oh! My bad.

(Kajtko laughing)

Kajtko (yelling at cab driver): Get outta here, you greaseball bastard! (normal voice): Stupid Cebulak. (looking at Warzu): Oh, hey, sorry.


Trollpro: My bag. Hey, man, my bag!

piotrek19975: How you been, Trollpro? How's your wonderful clan?

Trollpro: I'm here to bury my computer. You know that.

piotrek19975: Yeah, I guess I do. So what else you got shakin' Trollpro?

Trollpro: Nothing. I live in Świnoujście City now. I'm clean. Legit.

piotrek19975: No, you ain't never been clean, Troll.

(Kajtko finds a gun)

Kajtko: Well, what've we got here?

piotrek19975: This is a weapon, Officer Kajtko, that was used to gun down a police officer not ten minutes ago. Officer Honix. A fine man, I might add. You work fast, nigga.

Trollpro: You know I just got off the TT-Line.

Kajtko: It's a good thing we found you and retrieved the murder weapon.

Trollpro: That ain't my gun.

piotrek19975: Don't bullshit me, Troll.

Kajtko: Yeah, don't bullshit him, Troll.

Trollpro: What the fuck you want from me this time?

piotrek19975: When we want you, we'll find you. In the meantime, try not to gun down any more officers of the law. (laughing)

Trollpro: You can't leave me here. It's Cieniak's country.

piotrek19975: I thought you said you was innocent, Trollpro? That you don't bang?

Kajtko (police radio): This is car 58...

piotrek19975: See you around, like a donut, Trollpro. (laughing)

(Trollpro is thrown out of the police car)

Kajtko (police radio): WHAT? Officer Honix's down? We'll be right over.

(The police car drives out of sight)

Trollpro (to himself): Ah shit, here we go again. Worst place in the world. Stary Grzesia's country. I ain't represented Bursztynowa Street in five years, but the Cieniaks won't give a shit.


Trollpro (to himself, when approaching Bursztynowa Street): Bursztynowa Street - Home. At least it was before I fucked my computer up.