The Prodigal Son
- "Oh, you're breaking my heart. Are you two just going to sit there feeling sorry for yourselves or d'you want to stop that little Hitler?"
- ―Frank Carter
Charlie Jolson has had enough of Mark Hammond. Mark has betrayed Charlie by refusing to kill Yasmin and sending the latter to kill Charlie, failing to give Charlie his share of Jamahl's money and murdering Sparky. As a result, Charlie has Mark and Yasmin, whom he caught at his mansion, held hostage in a cell at his warehouse. Harry and Jake are at Charlie's side and they point their guns at Mark and Yasmin. Charlie phones each of the three gangs in London and he agrees to hand over Mark to them if they meet him at the Sol Vita. Harry locks Mark and Yasmin in their cell. The future looks grim for Mark, however, Frank Carter has overheard Charlie Jolson's plan. Frank offers to free Mark and Yasmin from their cell if they promise to work for him. Mark agrees but Yasmin is reluctant. Frank leaves his card for Mark to phone him and then blasts the door open. Mark and Yasmin escape from the warehouse and drive to Charlie's Mayfair mansion in order to find Alex.
1. Escape from the basement with Yasmin.
2. Get to Charlie's mansion with Yasmin.
3. Avoid the electronic traps and find Alex.
Mark wakes up in a cell next to Yasmin, somewhere under Charlie's warehouse. Charlie, Harry and Jake are standing over them.
Charlie: I hear you've been a bad boy.
Jake kicks Mark and pokes him in the side of the head with his gun.
Charlie: You betrayed my trust, Mark. If there's one thing I can't stand, it's a man who don't keep his word. Ain't that right, Yasmin?
He kicks Yasmin to wake her up.
Charlie: Didn't quite manage it, did you, darlin'? I think you're losing your touch or got your mind on other things, maybe?
Mark: Get on with it, Jolson. You've always been a drama queen. Why haven't you just clipped us?
Yasmin: Yeah, Charlie, the suspense is killing me.
Charlie: Really, children, there's nothing that would give me more pleasure. However, I've got bigger fish to fry. You see, everyone in this town, including my imbecile nephew, thinks I've gone soft, become a right soft touch, a regular pushover. I've got the baboons all over North London running guns doing crack, the fuckin' locusts with their smack in Chinatown, the fuckin' Collins' boy nonces muscling in on the skin trade. All on my manor. My fucking manor! Mine for 20 glorious years. They think they can eat away at me, like cancer, piece by piece, and I'll sit on my fat ass twiddling my thumbs. Well, they're wrong. Ain't they?
Harry: That's right, Charlie.
Charlie: I've had them jumping through hoops. It's been a fuckin' bloodbath. It's all down to you, my son. Well, now that I've got all them cockroaches down to a manageable level, I'm going to throw them a bone. A little ray of hope from soft old Uncle Charlie. Unfortunately, my son, it's going to be you, Mark, the prodigal returned, the bad boy that's burned up half of London.
Harry gives Charlie a phone. Charlie phones Eyebrows.
Charlie: Eyebrows, you at the river? And the bomb? Good. We're all set for our little meeting then?
Mark: What does he want with a fucking bomb?
Charlie: We're sorted, lads. Now to extend invitations.
He phones Mr. Lee.
Charlie: This is Charlie Jolson. I'd like to speak to Mr. Lee.
Triad: Charlie Jolson wants you.
Mr. Lee: What does that bald-headed fuck/cunt (depends on game version) want? Charlie Jolson.
Charlie: I hear you've been having a spot of trouble with the blacks and those wankers from Soho. Well, in the spirit of racial cooperation, I'm going to give you the boy that's been causing you all this strife.
Mark: You fuckin' bastard, Jolson.
Charlie phones Jamahl.
Jamahl: Who? Mark Hammond! Rhaatid!
Charlie: I'm sure you'll be interested in having a word with him.
He phones Nick Collins.
Nick: Mark Hammond? You bet your fuckin' balls I would.
Charlie: That's the fuckin' spirit. We'll sort out a cushie little meeting point and I'll get back to you within the hour. We'll give him a proper little send-off. Just remember, it's an exclusive fuckin' engagement. You get one guest only. I don't want any of your heavies.
They hang up.
Harry: What about this heap of shit, Charlie?
Charlie: The boys'll bring him down to the party. I wouldn't want our Markie and his new bit of crumpet to miss this one. It's gonna be a blast! Come on, let's go and lay the table.
Charlie, Jake and Harry leave.
Mark: Now I'm truly fucked. I've committed every crime known to man to get my boy back and I find out I was just a pawn in that mad maniac's scheme. Those fucking Triad boys are really gonna enjoy feeding me to the fish.
Yasmin: You did better than most. Looks like everyone underestimated you. It's me who's messed this up. I'm supposed to be good at this, remember? Instead, I've been caught like a rat in Charlie's trap.
Mark: Yeah, well, at least you tried. At least I had one other person on my side. I just wish I had a little more time to spend with Alex before... I've been banged up for nearly all his life and when I finally get out, this shit happens.
Yasmin: I saw your kid.
Mark: You did! How was he? Was he OK?
Frank Carter sneaks past the cell door and leans against it.
Yasmin: He was OK. He'd been crying, but apart from that, he was all right. He must look like his mum cos he doesn't look much like you. I only saw him for a second anyway, before all of Charlie's hi-tech shit came crashing down around me.
Mark: You did better than I did. I didn't even get close. That fat slag will probably blow up half of London and I'll take the rap for that as well.
Frank: Oh, you're breaking my heart. Are you two just going to sit there feeling sorry for yourselves or d'you want to stop that little Hitler?
Mark: I know you. You're that cop from the prison van bust.
Yasmin: He's filth, Mark. Frank Carter of the Flying Squad.
Frank: That's right and I'm the only fuckin' choice you've got right now if you don't want to end up wasting away in the nick.
Mark: Yeah? Well why does the Bill want to help me? You could make a name for yourself just by turning me in.
Frank: I know what he's up to, Hammond. I heard the whole thing. I need you alive to ruin his plan. You're no good to me dead. Besides, you wouldn't last a night in the cells of this town. Not after Snow Hill.
Yasmin: Don't trust him Mark. He's filth.
Mark: Look, as it is, I'm a dead man and so is my boy. You give it to me straight, Carter. What d'you want?
Frank: I'll take that as an agreement for now. For now you're working for me. You do what I tell you.
Yasmin: Don't fuckin' do it. Everybody knows he's just obsessed with nicking the Jolsons.
Mark: You get me out of here. You let me and her get my kid to safety... and I'll do whatever you want. Whatever it takes, Carter. You in?
Yasmin: I'll help you, but don't trust him. He's no better than Charlie.
Frank: That's good enough for me. OK, I'm going to blast this door. When I do, all hell will break loose upstairs. I'll try and cover you from up the wall. Take this shooter... and try and get out.
He kicks a gun under the cell door.
Frank: Remember, the kid's still at Charlie's gaff but you better hurry. Call me on this number when you've got him. I'll cut Jake off. Remember, Hammond, you owe me. You owe me your life.
Mark: Get one thing straight, Carter. I want Jolson as much as you, but we get my boy to safety first.
Frank: OK, Hammond. Now, stand back. I'm going to blast this door.
He stands back and shoots the lock on the cell door.
This mission unlocks the twelfth mission in the game, Aboard the Sol Vita.