Uncharted 3 Walkthrough - Chapter 9 (4 of 4)

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Woman 1: Now . . . Well, its funny how things work out, isn't it? You betray my trust, and now, we find ourselves here. As if it were in the cards all along.

Nate: Charlie, don't.

Charlie: Shit. Shit.

Nate: No, no.

Sully: Hurry! Go!

Nate: Charlie!

Charlie: Ah shit! Bollocks!

Nate: Don't move! Don't move!

Charlie: Jesus, my leg! Don't touch it!

Nate: It's broken!

Charlie: I know it's broken!

Woman 2: Just easy does it, mate. Hang on.

Nate, look at this.

Sully: Oh, what the hell!

Man 1: This way!

Woman 2: Okay, we can't stay here.

Charlie: Just leave me the gun. I'll kill those bastards.

Nate: No way. We're getting you out of here. Come on, get up.

Sully: I got him.

Nate: You got him?

Sully: You cover us.

Nate: Okay.

Sully: Go!

Charlie: How is that possible? I shot him right in that disgusting nancy boy waistcoat.

Woman 2: Shit! It's an ambush!

Charlie: Well, you saw it!

Woman 2: We need to get him to a doctor! Let's get the hell out of here!

Let's get the hell out of here!

Nate: Watch out!

Sully: We need to hurry. They're right behind us.

Woman 2: Help me with the door! Okay, come on, guys.

Sorry, Charlie.

Whew!

Sully: Look out! There's more of them.

Nate: Oh crap!

Woman 2: Head for the gatehouse!

Nate: Come on, we got to get the hell out of here.

Sully: All right, come on. Just a little further.

Charlie: Bastard shitting, bastard leg.

Sully: Easy does it.

Charlie: Jesus, God!

Nate: Okay, okay. The bus, we're taking the bus.

Woman 2: Well, that won't attract any attention.

Morning! Not worth the price of admission, folks.

Sully: Here we go. One, two, atta boy.

Charlie: Yeah, yeah, okay.

Sully: All right, right here.

All right, I got this. You take care of him.

Woman 2: Uh, here they come.

Nate: Sully, get us out of here!

Looks like we lost them.

Sully: All right. I'll find some place to ditch the bus.

Nate: Great. You doing all right?

Charlie: Oh, fabulous.

Woman 2: That was too close.

Nate: He'll be okay.

Woman 2: No, I mean the whole thing. It just isn't worth it, Nate. Let this one go.

Charlie: Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, you can't just give up. If you let these bastards win, after this, I will never bloody forgive you.

Nate: Don't you worry, Charlie. There's no way I'm letting them win.

Woman 2: What is it with you? What are you trying to prove?

Nate: I'm not trying to prove anything.

Woman 2: Right.

Sully: So what's the plan, kid?

Nate: Guess I'm going to Yemen. You up for it?

Sully: Of course, I am.

Nate: All right, we got to find a quick way in, no hassles.

Sully: Think I might know someone we could call.

Nate: Who?

Oh, no. No, no, no.

Sully: You got a better idea, I'm all ears.

Nate: What about . . . No . . . Fine, make the call.

Sully: Elena Fisher, Foreign Correspondent.

Elena: Hey, Sully?

Sully: How are you doing, sweetheart?

Elena: Oh, no, sorry, that's sort of frowned upon here.

Sully: Oh, right.

Elena: You two can hold hands, though.

Nate: How are you, Elena?

Elena: Good, thanks.

Nate: You look great.

Elena: So against my better judgment, these permits will get you through most checkpoints.

Nate: Okay, great.

Elena: Oh, and I shouldn't be worried about what's in those bags, right?

Nate: Of course not.

Sully: No.

Elena: Yeah, not yet anyway.

All right, remember, you're journalists now. So try and act respectable.

Nate: Think you can handle that?

Sully: I think she's talking to you.

Elena: So what exactly are you two reprobates up to?

Nate: Just a little historical research

Elena: Right, so that explains the big rush?

Nate: Exactly.

Elena: No cursed treasures?

Nate: Nope.

Elena: No diabolical warlords?

Nate: No.

Elena: You are the worst liar.

Nate: What?

Elena: You are.

Nate: Oh come on, we're not start this, are we?

Sully: Excuse me. The car, where is it?

Elena: It's over there.

Sully: I'll just take the bags and meet you.

Elena: Nate . . .

Nate: You're still wearing it?

Elena: Yeah, I am. It helps in this part of the world.

Nate: Oh, really?

Elena: Seriously, don't flatter yourself. I see you're still wearing yours.

Nate: What? Oh, oh, yeah.

Elena: That's what this is all about, isn't it?

Nate: You don't understand. I finally proved it. Drake lied about his route through the East Indies. 400 years ago, he came here.

Elena: Why Nate?

Nate: That's what we're here to find out.

Elena: No, I mean, why this obsession? I'm just worried . . .

Nate: I can take care of myself, all right?

Elena: I'm not talking about you.

Nate: What, Sully?

Elena: He would go to the ends of the earth for you, Nate. Just don't ask him to.

Nate: Come on, that's not fair. What is that even supposed to mean?

Sully: All set? If you could just drop us at the edge of the city, that will be great.

Elena: Not a chance. You two are my responsibility now. I'm not taking my eyes off of you.