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Atlas: Now you've had the pleasure of Andrew Ryan's company.
He's the one that built this place
and he's the one that ran it into the ground.
Nobody knows exactly what happened.
Maybe he went mad. Maybe the power got to him. Maybe he decided he just didn't like people.
Whichever way you slice it,
A good man died
Me family's in a submarine hidden in the foundation of Fontaine Fisheries.
I'll meet you there.
???: What crawls in my garden?
???: But days go by like wind...
???: Who can blame a lady who craves variety?
???: And one day, the gentleman stopped calling...
Peach Wilkins: Atlas radio'd on ahead. Says you're only looking for an invite to the fisheries.
'Nuts', I say!
But if'n you heads up to the ward master's office and find ol' Peach a Research Camera
maybe I could manage an invite.
Peach Wilkins: W-What was that!?
My friend, you are ***!
Rose: Come back! Please!!
Come back to me!
Can't we be together?? Can't we?!
Peach Wilkins: You hold tightly. I'm sending something fierce to watch your back.
That one's too tough for you. Look on the conveyor belt, you'll find something to keep you alive.
Now go get that camera,
and then snapshots of those that crawls on the ceiling.
Then, I'll let you into the fisheries.
Just remember, sonny friend:
I smell an ounce of Fontaine on you, and I'll have you in a box!
Atlas gives you the vouch, but I ain't turning my eye just on his say so!
Sullivan: All the Bathysphere are in lock-down until further notice.
Ryan had us install some kind of genetic device into the things
so only Ryan and his inner circle will be able to use them without dispensation.
But the boys tell me the keys are pretty unreliable.
Sisters, cousins-anybody in the ballpark, genetically, will be able to come and go as they see fit.
Tenenbaum: You show kindness to my little ones,
but are you really a friend to us?
Regardless, a little one brings you a gift
to demonstrate our appreciation.
[Splicer begins singing "Jesus Loves Me" by Anna Bartlett Warner]
Peach Wilkins: Good! You got the camera.
Now get me some snap-snaps on those Spider Splicers
and don't come back down here until you've got my research!
Andrew Ryan: This Fontaine fellow is somebody to watch.
once he was just a menace-
Tenenbaum: This little sea slug has come along and glued together all the crazy ideas I've had since the war.
It doesn't just heal damaged cells, it resurrects them.
I can bend the double helix.
Black can be reborn white, tall, short, weak, strong.
But the slugs alone are not enough.
I'll need money...
And one other thing.
Atlas: You got the research camera? Good, guess it's time to get to work for old Peachy.
Take the mans pictures,
and let's get the hell outta this place.
McDonagh: If things weren't bad enough,
it seems even our water system sprung a leak.
Yep, that's right.
The irrigation system in Arcadia is taking on seawater.
I told Mr. Ryan while we were building this place,
'Either you build her like a bathtub, or she's gonna turn into a sewer.'
'No, McDonagh,' he said,
'we're not gonna build no bathtub,
'we're gonna build Eden.'
Andrew Ryan: The Death Penalty in Rapture... Coucils in an uproar.
Riots in the streets they say! But this is the time for leadership.
Action must be taken against the smugglers.
Any contact with the surface exposes Rapture to the very Parasites we fled from.
A few stretched necks are a small price to pay for our ideals.
McDonagh: Rapture's changing, but Ryan can't see the wolves in the woods.
This Fontaine fellow,
he's a crook and a proper tea leaf, but he's got the ADAM,
and that makes him the guv'nor.
He's sinking the profits back into bigger and better Plasmids,
building them Fontaine Poorhouses.
More like Fontaine recruiting centers.
Fore we know it, Bloke's gonna have an army of Splicers,
and we're gonna have ourselves a whole heap of miseries.
Andrew Ryan: Diane, my dear, I'm sorry but I'll be working late again tonight.
Rosenburg is demanding to speak about this... Fontaine.
I'm trying to build a proper financial market and this idiot keeps going on about
Adam-this and genetic modification that-
I'll go spend an hour pretending to pay attention to the poor fellow,
be home as soon as I can.
-Andrei
Atlas: Now that should about do it, head on back to Fontaine Fisheries when you're ready, would you kindly?
Mariska Lutz: We saw our Masha today.
We barely recognized her.
'That's her!' Sam said.
'You're crazy,' I telled him.
'That thing? That, that is our Masha?
But he was right...
She was drawing blood out of a corpse by Fontaine Fisheries.
And when she was done, she walked off, hand in hand, with one of those awful golems.
Masha!
Sullivan: I'm closing in on the whole ring.
I'd pat myself on the back but let's face it:
these aren't exactly blood-thirsty desperadoes we're talking about.
Rapture's full of poets, artists...
tennis players, not hired guerrillas.
But this leader of theirs, this Fontaine...
He seems to know his way around a grift.
He keeps his nose clean, but not so clean that the right people don't know he's not to be trifled with.
McDonagh: Mr. Ryan, I believe in Rapture, but that doesn't mean we always win.
Fontaine Futuristics is the biggest thing going in Rapture.
So let me be plain: when we arrest that toe-rag Fontaine for his thieving and smuggling,
we must make it clear that we won't touch his business interests.
We sit on the Council because these poor sods trust us,
not because God gave us a chair.
Atlas: Me wife, Lyra, she's a right pain in the neck, but she's a beauty. She means the world to me.
I can't help feel God is punishing me for bringing her down to this place.
I thought this would be a better life for us, can you imagine a bigger fool than that!
Rose: Why you! My Rose! I want it back- I want it back!! [shrieking]
Peach Wilkins: The work rat didn't get himself at'!
You got something for me and my crew?
or are you just looking to get criticized? You set here a spell.
I needs to put on some coffee. Maybe puts on silverware and the like.
Atlas: Before you head into the fisheries, a word to the wise.
You keep your eyes open.
Peach Wilkins: Nobody walks into my swampy carrying the heat.
Put your weapons in the pneumo, and then I'll let you in.
Atlas: If that's his price, you're gonna have to pay it. But he can't very well take your plasmids away, now can he?
Peach Wilkins: Now, I bet when your boss wiggled out of Hell, he done told the Devil he'd be right back,
and the Devil said 'Sure thing, Mr. Fontaine. I'll hold you a spot.'
Ryan promised Fontaine was dust, and now here you are, doing his dirty.
I guess that makes Ryan a bum and you a -
Peach Wilkins: Atlas! He was ours! Ours!
Peach Wilkins: Fontaine's putting the screws on us
He's squeezing us out of 80 points of our cut with the threat of turning us in to Ryan if we don't play ball.
Sonuva ***.
Sammy G. comes and tells me he's thinking of going to the constable,
and the next day, Sammy G. was found in a sack in the salt pond.
We have no choice here. We stay on Fontaine's crew, and we're gonna catch the gallows.
We take a powder, and we end up like Sammy G. There's gotta be another way. Ghost #1: You can't quit, Fontaine will find you. Ghost #2: Hey, *** Fontaine.
Ghost #1: You don't *** Fontaine, Fontaine *** you!"
Atlas: You got it! Should be smooth sailing from here.
I'll meet you up ahead!