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BioShock Infinite Walkthrough Part 20

Would you kindly check out part 20 of our walkthrough for BioShock Infinite, the new first person shooter by Irrational Games?


Elizabeth: Mr. Dewitt, I don't like the looks of that thing. I need more time. I got ammo. Sorry that's all I got. Salts! Take it!

Booker: Much obliged!

Elizabeth: I don't much care for you, Mr. DeWitt. I must admit you know your way around a brawl. I'm sorry about what I said at the docks, calling you a thug.

Booker: Yeah? I can't see how I might have changed your sense of that.

Elizabeth: You protected me. There it is Mr. DeWitt.

Booker: Now we just need to head inside and find Mr. Lin. And just call me Booker.

Automaton: Welcome to the Good Time Club, sir or madam! Where the lions roar! The show is about to begin!

Fink: Ah, DeWitt my boy. You know the best kind of interview is one where the applicant doesn't know he's being evaluated! But I've watched you since the other day at the lottery. You're a brute and in times like this I could use a brute!

Booker: What do you want, Fink?

Fink: Why labor unrest is coming DeWitt. Now Fitzroy has got the jungle all riled up. A man like me could have use of an old Pinkerton like you.

Booker: Let's find Chen Lin and get the hell out of here. Do it now.

Elizabeth: There you go.

Fink: Now, now all I ask is that you finish what you started Dewitt. Wouldn't want to disappoint the other applicants. Our first candidate is a veteran of Peking. Now what's that they say about old soldiers? Frankly, my moneys on you. He's something of an an old hand at handling explosives.

Booker: Open it.

Elizabeth: Sure thing.

Fink: Only man I know who hasn't lost a limb working with them, yet.

Enemy: You will share my fate.

Fink: Good show! This young go-getter is a former devotee of Lad Comstock. But without the old gal they don't know quite what to do with themselves. Picked this one up at a hiring fair. For a song!

Elizabeth: I'm out. Ammo! Catch!

Fink: I do say I like the cut of your jib.

Elizabeth: Here you go!

Booker: Appreciated!

Elizabeth: I found salts! I got ammo! Catch!

Fink: Now! Enough of the opening acts. Your true rival is an expert with the automaton. Wants to replace all our security with machines! I'll give the old boy credit though. It would be fewer mouths to feed!

Elizabeth: Salts, take them. Catch Booker.

Booker: Much obliged.

Fink: The prophet is not without mercy.

Elizabeth: Booker, the gears! I don't have anything. Ammo! Catch! That's it.

Fink: Congratulations DeWitt, you know when your name was passed to me I wasn't quite sure you were the man for the job. But now I can say with certainty that I was quite wrong.

Booker: I'm not interested in your job, Fink.

Fink: Now, now I know all about your little job for Fitzroy but do you really want to take her offer over mine? Do you know how many people wold kill to be head of Fink Security? You're a tough nut to crack, Mr. DeWitt. A tough nut! But I promise you this, I will get what I want.

Elizabeth: Booker, there's a door over here. I think that's the way down.

Fink: I had thought you a fool dear brother, when you told me you heard wonderful music trumpeting from the halls in the thin air I began to doubt your mental integrity. But not only have you made your fortune from these doodads, you have lit the path for me as well.

Elizabeth: Need money? Take this. Look Chen Lin, cell number nine.

Booker: Can you open this, Elizabeth?

Elizabeth: Keep a look out.

Booker: I used to work for folks like Fink.

Elizabeth: Really?

Booker: I was with the Pinkertons. They'd call us in when the workers got restless.

Elizabeth: To do what?

Booker: Demonstrate the folly of men striking. Throwing down tools.

Elizabeth: You hurt people?

Booker: I'll tell you this, sometimes there's precious need for folks like Fitzroy.

Elizabeth: Why?

Booker: Because of folks like me.

Elizabeth: Done.

Enemy: Columbia!

Elizabeth: That's it! That's the book for the clock shop!

Interrogator: Tell us what you know about Fitzroy you goddamn gook! We know you can hear us. You want to say something? Or you want us to bring in Mrs. Lin for company? Throw a bucket of ice water on him. We got three more to bring in tonight.

Elizabeth: What's that smell?

Booker: Ain't no privies down here.

Elizabeth: They treat them like animals.

Comstock: To tack the black more than the white, is that not cruel? To forbid the mixing of the races is that not cruel?

Elizabeth: What could people have done to deserve to be locked up in a place like this?

Booker: Fink don't need much of a reason.

Elizabeth: No. No, he doesn't

Comstock: But is it not cruel to banish your children from a perfect garden? Or drown your flock under an ocean of water? Cruelty can be instructive. And what is Columbia if not the school house of the Lord?

Booker: Got a lock that needs picking.

Elizabeth: I'll give it a whirl. All done.

Booker: Can you open this?

Elizabeth: This is it, isn't it?

Booker: Yup, number nine.

Elizabeth: All yours.

Fink: DeWitt, you're lion. But you can't blame me for looking after my own interests, can you? Now I know Fitzroy has come calling, but I think you'll find your business with her has come to an end. Lions walk with lions DeWitt, not hyenas!

Elizabeth: Booker.

Booker: We're too late. Goddamn it!

Elizabeth: Fink, this is what he meant!

Booker: Now we need to find someone else to make those guns.

Elizabeth: No!

Booker: Dead is dead, Elizabeth.

Gentleman: Dead is dead.

Booker: What the hell?

Lady: I see heads.

Gentleman: And I see tails.

Lady: It's all a matter of perspective.

Booker: Why are you following us? Who sent you, Comstock? What do you want from...

Gentleman: What do you see here from this angle.

Lady: Dead.

Booker: Listen.

Lady: And that angle?

Gentleman: Alive.

Elizabeth: Booker, Chen Lin.

Lady: This is becoming rather odd.

Booker: The body's gone.

Gentleman: It was never here.

Booker: It's another Columbia.

Elizabeth: A different Columbia.

Gentleman: The same coin.

Lady: A different perspective.

Gentleman: Heads.

Lady: Tails.

Gentleman: Dead.

Lady: Alive.

Elizabeth: We have to go through to this other Columbia, but how?

Gentleman: It's like riding a bicycle.

Lady: One never really forgets.

Gentleman: One just needs the courage to climb aboard.

Elizabeth: If we go into this tear I don't think I'll be able to bring us back. Are you sure you're ready?

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