Hank Script

note: faces, outfit, race, etcetera are subject to change, so I wouldn’t pay to close attention to whether your voice “matches”

That woman has such bad timing. Now of all days…

Alicia didn’t tell me she was bringing guests.


Alicia, sorry to be a bother, but can you check and see if my toolbox is outside? I can’t seem to find it.

Oh Hank, you’d lose your mind if it wasn’t for that thick skull of yours.

Thanks, hon.

Hank is setting up Alicia to die, after player returns from combat, Hank is interrogated in one of three ways:

if good cop, bad cop is used.

What’s going on? Where’s Alicia?

Alicia’s dead.
What? And you think I had something to do with it?

That’s what we’re trying to figure out.
Well, you saw what happened. I was here the whole time.

And so that wasn’t you who sent her fumbling through the front door while you darted for the back?
Not to mention when the way you kept your head low before the bullets even started flying.

Yeah, I think you did.
Why? What reason would I have to kill her?

That’s a strange reaction to finding out your girlfriend’s dead.
I’m just in shock, is all.

I wouldn’t call that shock, dear. Shock is when I stick your finger in a socket and poor boiling water on your head.

Keep her away from me!

I never said anything.
But you’re thinking it. Which is crazy, because you saw who did it. I was in here the whole time.

She’s fine. Just outside recovering.
She is? That’s…that’s good to know.

Really? Is that the response you’re going with? You don’t want to see her? You’re just going to trust two complete strangers? 
I don’t think you give two caps whether Alicia’s alive or not. But maybe if we chop off a few fingers you might start giving us some honest answers.

I had nothing to do with it, I swear!

Wait, I’m not a killer! I didn’t do it!

(low speech)
How do I know you’re telling the truth? Something’s wrong here.

Don’t worry about that. Worry about what the zombie will do if you don’t talk.
But I don’t know anything!

Can I get you a drink?
I’m not sure I should do anything you say.

I’m not buying, I’m giving it to you. How about a beer?
Keep it. I’m not thirsty.

I’ve got some hard liquor if you want it.
I don’t drink alcohol.

Well I could always boil you some water, and then pour it on your head. Although it’d be a shame to burn such smooth skin.
Oh wait, I’m a ghoul. I despise smoothskins.

Dirty water.
No thanks, I’ve got my own. At least I know what’s in it.

I’ve got some purified water.
I…I think I’ll take that drink. To be honest, I’ve never tasted it clean.

It sounds like our friend has a guilty conscience. It’s going to be so much fun forcing you to confess.

Don’t play dumb, asshole. We know you hired those thugs.
That’s ridiculous! Do I look like I have that kind of money?

Oh, so I’m supposed to believe they just showed up at your door?
Well, you did, didn’t you?

Maybe you got a few caps stowed away.
Where? There loot in this place isn’t worth the clothes on my back!

Some people get paid in favors.
You got the wrong guy! I’m just a nobody, who’s going to owe me any favors?

Please, you have to believe me! I didn’t do anything!

(good question)
Then why did you ask her to look for your toolbox, when it’s right by the door?
I-It was an easy mistake. I’m always forgetting things! You have to believe me!

(Fail question)
Then why tell her to go to the Super Duper Mart when you knew it was dangerous?
Why would I send her to the market when Megaton is a short walk away? What are you talking about?

(Fail question)
This smells like a crime of passion. Maybe she was leaving you for someone else.
Leaving me? Didn’t you talk to her a moment ago? Did she look unhappy to you?

(moderately good question)
I don’t know. You weren’t exactly thrilled to see us. It’s like you knew they were coming.

T-that’s because I don’t like visitors! Why else would I live in Springvale!

(moderately good question)
I found this note on one of the leaders. It says you weren’t to be harmed.

That doesn’t mean anything! Even assassins have a code, right? Maybe I wasn’t the target!

I believe you, but my ghoul friend over here has her doubts.
(route to goodcop/badcop routine below)

Don’t worry about that. Worry about what the zombie will do if you don’t cooperate.
But I don’t know anything!

I can’t help you if you lie to me.
I’m not lying, damnit! How many times do I have to tell you, I had nothing to do with this!

Well, that’s a shame, because Audrey would love an excuse to eat your brains.
Ghouls, don’t do that…do they?

Well, I would prefer to garnish and prepare you first, but I’ve been known to eat a man raw on occasion.

Come on, you expect me to believe that?
I don’t expect you to believe anything. I think you’ve already made up your mind.

Oh, enough with the talk. Let’s just pour acid up his nose, that will make an honest man out of him!

Please, just let me go…I’m not the one you want…

correct interrogation

Oh dear, you’re a worse liar than my sister Antoinette, but at least she had the courage to try and kill me herself.

I don’t know what you want from me!

What I want is the truth, darling, nothing more, nothing less. And the way I see it, you have two choices. 
Either you stick to your current story and I kill you for being a coward, or you confess and live a long, cowardly life. What’s it going to be?

All right, fine. I’ll talk. And to be honest, my heart wasn’t in it anyway. Alicia…she was good to me.

If violence is used

Please, stop it!
I’m begging you, stop!


All right, all right, no more, please…I submit. What do you want to know?

Why did you kill Alicia?
I don’t know. They just told me the order came down from Gabriel himself. I suppose it’s because the vault dwellers were his slavers.

Why not do the deed yourself?
I tried, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Killing my master was one thing, but another man’s?
I couldn’t muster up the hate.

Why help Gabriel?
Because he’s the one who gave me my freedom.

How did Gabriel free you?
My old master owned a shop. I’d wipe the counters, sweep the floors, and polish people’s shoes.
Most shoes I polished were so clean you could almost smell the caps on them.
But then one day this guy comes in with boots caked in mud. That was Gabriel.

How did he free you?
He just…talked. He said my life was worth more than the entire store, and that value is what gave me strength.
Next thing I know, I’m picking up a crowbar.
The master, he could have killed me right then. But Gabriel was right. He hesitated, and I didn’t.

You think vault dwellers are slavers?
Not mine, but Gabriel’s. The people he’s freed, they’re just trying to return the favor.

What is Gabriel up to exactly?
Some people say he’s gathering people for a rebellion. Free men, mercs, and anyone who believes in his cause.
But I’m no soldier. Best I could do was stay here and watch for people leaving the vault.

Any idea where I should start looking?
I don’t know. I’ve heard they use the tunnel system to move, but I can’t tell you much else.
And when they find the bodies outside, I doubt anyone will speak to me again.

I swear, I’ve told you everything. Now let me go!

Oh, how adorable, he thinks we’re going to let him live.


Or we could sell him to slavers, that would be quite…I want to say “ironic” but that’s clearly not the right word here.

No, please, you can’t!

Oh, I’m just having a laugh at your expense, darling. I don’t make the decisions here, in case you haven’t noticed.
I do detest violence, however. So I’ll be waiting outside.

Please, I’ve told you everything I know…just let me go…


Extra Combat Dialogue for Army of the Free Men members (not for Hank I don’t think, just asking everyone)

For the Free Men!

You’re no master of mine!

For freedom!

I’m not scared of you!

Liberty or death!

more angry slave version

Die you filthy slaver!

Kill the slavers!

Eat shit and die you slaver son of a bitch!

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