[Police Radio]
Dispatcher: Stand by, 10-10, investigate a reported disturbance
at Aesir Plaza.
Cop #1:
10-4 dispatcher, verify address...
Dispatcher:
That's Aesir Plaza, repeat, Aesir Plaza.
NEW YORK CITY. PRESENT DAY. TWO HOURS AGO.
Cop #2:
Shots fired on the rooftop. An a**ault in progress at
Aesir Plaza. Repeat, an a**ault in progress.
Cop #3:
It's a war-zone down here. 10-85 dispatcher, need additional
units, additional units now! Officer in danger, officer in
danger.
Dispatcher:
10-5, please repeat. 10-5, all units, all units,
emergency, officer in danger, Aesir Plaza, repeat,
Aesir plaza, all units... [Fades Out]
Max Payne:
They were all dead. The final gunshot was an exclamation
mark to everything that had led to this point. I released
my finger from the trigger, and then it was over. To make
any kind of sense of it, I need to go back three years.
Back to the night the pain started. I was still in the
force back then. NYPD, Manhattan, Midtown North Precinct.
Hell's kitchen.
Alex:
So, when are you coming to work for me, Detective Payne?
Max:
You'd make me work undercover in some hellhole. Sorry Alex,
Michelle and the baby come first. See? My last smoke. It's bad
for the baby.
Alex:
That's you, Max, a regular boy scout.
Max:
See you, Alex.
Alex:
Still on for Poker Thursday, right?
Max:
Like taking candy from a baby.
Max Payne:
Life was good. The sun setting on a sweet summer's day, the
smell of freshly mowed lawns, the sounds of children
playing... A house across the river, on the Jersey-side.
A beautiful wife and a baby girl. The American dream come
true.
Max:
Honey, I'm home!
Max Payne:
But dreams have a nasty habit of going bad when you're
not looking. The sun went down with practiced bravado,
twilight crawled across the sky, laden with foreboding.
NEW JERSEY. THREE YEARS AGO.
Max:
Michelle, honey, anybody home?
Max Payne:
I didn't like the way the show started. But they had given
me the best seat in the house. Front row center.
Max:
What the hell?!
Max Payne:
Something ugly had been tattooed on the wall, a map of
things to come. It was a poison syringe, a magic tag full
of diabolical meanings.
[The phone rings]
Max:
Listen! Someone's broken into my house, call 911.
The Other Voice:
Is this the Payne residence?
Max:
Yes, someone's broken into my house, they're still here, you
have to-
The Other Voice:
Good. I am afraid I cannot help you.
Max:
Who is this?
[The other person hangs up]
KLIK!
Max:
Hello?
Max:
Michelle!
[3 gun shots go off]
Michelle:
No! No! No, Max!
Michelle:
Auhh!
Max:
Michelle!
Michelle:
Please!...
[3 more gun shots go off]
Punk:
I'm gonna hurt you! I'm gonna hurt ya! It's coming. d**h is
coming. You're gonna die!
Max:
Freeze! NYPD!
[Max sees the baby cradle knocked over and blood everywhere]
Max: No! No, no, please God, no....
Next Punk:
The flesh of fallen angels!
Max:
No, no, no God, no. Please, Michelle, oh baby...
Noooooooooo!!!
Max Payne:
That was three years ago. Everything ripped apart in
a New York minute. The k**er junkies had been high on a
previously unknown designer drug. Valkyr. V. After the
funeral, I told Alex I would be transferring to the DEA.
It took us three long years to get a break in the Valkyr
case. Then, finally, two months ago, a dime-dropper
tipped us off that Jack Lupino, a mob boss in the
Punchinello crime family, was trafficking. I went
undercover, infiltrated the worst Mafia family in New
York.