"Game Script" Guide for Red Dead Redemption: Undead Nightmare
Red Dead Redemption
Copyright 2011 LoneGunN
Table of contents
1. Main Story Missions
1. Love in Times of Plague......................[M1]
2. Curious Tales from Blackwater, USA...........[M2]
3. Get Back in that Hole, Partner...............[M3]
4. A Cure for Most of What Ails You.............[M4]
5. American Imperialism ........................[M5]
6. Mother Superior Blues .......................[M6]
7. A Civilized Man................ .............[M7]
8. On a Pale Horse..............................[M8]
2. Stranger Missions
1. Birth of the Conservation Movement...........[S1]
2. Paternal Pride...............................[S2]
3. Dinner for Two...............................[S3]
4. Missing Souls................................[S4]
5. Filth and Other Entertainment ...............[S5]
6. Biographies and Lies.........................[S6]
3. Graveyard Sayings....................................[G1]
4. Mystery Girl.........................................[MG]
John.....John Marston is the Main Charater of the Game
Abigail..John Marston Wife
Jack.....John and Abigail's Son
Harold...Harold MacDougal is professor studing Native Americans in Blackwater.
Seth.....Seth Briars is a crazy prospector who loves zombies.
West.....West Dickens is a tonic salesman\con-man who out to make a easy buck.
Mother....Mother Superior of the Las Hermanas Cruch.
M Girl....Is the Mystery Girl that you see in many of the cutscenes.
Bonnie....Bonnie MacFarlane is the owner of the MacFarlane Ranch.
Marshal...Marshal Leigh Johnson is a lawman from Armadillo
Moon......Herbert Moon is the owner of the general store in Armadillo
Millicent.Millicent Waterbury is missing girl from Fort Mercer.
Mackenna..D.s. Mackenna is a dreaming film maker.
Ricketts..Landon Ricketts is famous old gun slinger.
||Main Story Missions.. ||
Love in Times of Plague [M1]
[Its dark and storming outside and John Marston is driving home]
Narrator: After mouth away. John Marston returned to his loved ones. While
trying to rebuild his ranch and win back the trust of his family.
Marston awaits whatever life will throw at him. As he drives home
one evening from an errand, he ponders whether a man can ever
escape his past. He is a man who is ready for anything.
[Inside Johns home Jake and Abigail are in the living room. Jack is reading
and Abigail is Sewing, Abigail Pricks herself]
Abigail: Ah Damn!
Abigail: Im sorry. I meant to say damn this awful son ive raised with his
highfalutin' ways and his shame that his mother swears like a sailor
and sews like a blind man. Is that better, your lordship?
Jack: Much better, mother dearest
Abigail: Good Im so glad, my darling when you've finished your university
education and are far too good to even acknowledge my existence
when we pass on the street and you gently kick me aside, begging
old crone out of the way with your highly polished boot... well,
think of me kindly at least, will you my son?
Jack: Ill try to, mother... I will think that woman i just kicked, that used
to be my dear old potty-mouthed mom. Maybe i sould bother to kick her
Abigail: Dear boy. I am so proud of you. [Jack puts his feet on the couch]
Get..off..Now, Fathers home. Maybe, he can beat some sense into you.
John: Something funny's going on out there. Damn dogs gone crazy, and wolves
howling and birds flying.
Abigail: Well, its just the storm, John.
John: Maybe.. Uncle make it back yet?
Abigail: I thought he was with you, off drinking in the fields. Im mean
working, as you call it now.
[Somebody looking in the window form outside]
John: No. He went into town a few hours ago after we busted that hammer working
out in the meadow.
Abigail: Well, he's probably holed up in some place of ill repute waiting for
the passing of the storm.
John: I hope so.
[A bloody hand touches the window]
Abigail: Well, that old man can take care of himself.
John: I know. Just a funny feeling i got.
Jake: You gone psychic. pa?
John: Either that, or i ate something funny. Knowing your mother's cooking,
seem more likely
Abigail: Well, talking about food, who's ready for some poisoning?
John: Me, my daling. I am starving! What you reading?
Jake: Just some book about monsters.
John: Tell me about it.
Jake: Its kind of dumb.
John: That should suit me just fine.
Jake: Well, its all about in ancient times how Aztec warriors worshipped the
sun. But, during full moons. some of them worshipped the moon instead
and that upset the equilibrium of things. So anyways... what it
involves is.. there's this one guy and he goes out in search of food
for his family.
[John sits there looking at his son with pride as he tells his story]
Jake: And that leaves him all alone. So anyways, since there aint no cure, the
brave man has to kill everybody, which is..
Abigail: Absolutely disgusting and completely unbelievable... its getting late.
I guess were not going to see Uncle 'til morning.
John: Come on then, Abigail. Jack, get yourself to bed boy. Try to get some
Jack: Aint you worried about Uncle?
John: Sure, but he'll have to wait 'til morning, just like any other man would
in his shoes. Night, son. Dont stay up reading too late.
[John and Abigail are sleeping in bed when the door to there bedroom opens, its
John: You okay old man? You dont look so good.
[John and Abigail jump out of bed. Uncle who is now a zombie trys to atack
John: Whats the hell is wrong with you, you crazy old bastard?
[John hits him with a lamp]
Abigail: Where you going? Where you going?
John: To get my gun. God damn it?
[John rushes to get his gun form the shed, at the the same time Abigail runs
from uncle, In the front yard, Uncle attacks her and bites her]
John: Uncle, you dumb son of a bitch, stop!
[John puts uncle out of his misery, Abigail lays there on the ground holding
John: I cant believe i had to kill that poor bastard. I.. well, you okay
darling? You okay? Abigail? Abigail?
Abigail: I dont feel so great.
John: Jack get out here. Now!
Jack: Good lord! Whats happened? Momma.
John: Careful Boy!
Jake: Momma, [Abigail bites Jack] Ow Ow! Momma.
John: Just stay right there. The pair of you. Dont make me no widower now.
[John Runs to find a rope. Abigail and Jake are now full Zombies and are
running towards John. John Hogties them both and puts them in the master
bedroom. He bring them both some food]
John: I dont know what the hell has gotten into you sick crazy bastards or what
Uncles done to you, But im going to get help. Stay calm. As calm as you
can seeing as both of you seemed to have gotten a little excited.
Probably just a fever. Jack, be kind to you mother. Abigail. teach the
boy right from wrong. Both of you, stop biting chunks out of people. Be
back soon as i can.
[John gets his clothes and boards up the house. On his way out a zombie comes
near which he shots in the head]
John: Guess i best go find me a doctor in town.
Curious Tales from Blackwater, USA [M2]
[When John gets to blackwater. The town is deserted with sign written on the
walls, like God Save Us, The Dead have Risen, Were all Going to Hell. After
searching, John Finds Harold MacDougal]
Harold: Mr. Marston,sir! Marston! Its me!
John: Professor. What are you doing here? I thought you went back to yale
Harold: I did, but I came back for another round of research. And now, all hell
has quite literally broken loose
John: Whats is going on?
Harold: Well sir, Im a man of science. A man of great learning. A Thinker. A
wise man, and ill be honest with you, sir. I haven't got a fucking
John: Well, ain't that dandy.
Harold: What should we do?
John: Well, I suggest we try to find other survivors, band together and find a
cure, or fight to the death trying.
Harold: Well, that sounds great and all, but i.. just peachy. But im not sure
that im not cut out for such shenanigans. I was thinking more that of
finding a horse and riding back to the civilized north at the speed of
knots. Before writing a paper on the events from the comfort of my
study. Im a scientist after all. Right? I mean, I.. I cant do much
science if im some blood shot dervish's lunch, can i? Much as i would
John: Your sense of duty is very impressive, Professor. Im going to search the
back street for survivors.
Harold: No. perhaps staying with you would be safer. Could you just wait a sec
here, would you please? Im going to wander down that lonely deserted
street and get my bag.
John: Wait you should stay with me, Professor. You havent got a gun.
Harold: Its okay. There's no need to worry. Everyones already dead. I left my
stuff with Mr. Nastas.You remember him. Indian fellow. Dumb as bricks
but, a good sort.
John: Okay, well meet me in a couple of minutes
Harold: Affirmative, a couple of minutes.
[Harold is then attacked and killed by the Undead Mr. Nastas.]
[John searches the backstreets and he hears crying form the back of a store]
John: Anyone Here? Hello? Anyone here?
Girl: In here, mister.
John: Come out, it's okay. Come out. I don't bite. Bad joke. I mean, come out.
Girl: They got my family, mister.
John: And mine, I fear.
Girl: I saw my momma rip my daddy's face off and drink his blood. And they was
happily married twenty years.
John: Im sorry.
Girl: And we was so glad to see my momma, because she's been dead for 3 years
from the smallpox.
John: Your momma was dead?
Girl: And i saw her walk up on to the porch then boom! She ate my daddy. He
weren't, he weren't a bad man, mister. He weren't. Sure, he liked a
drink, but he weren't bad. And sure, he liked the company of women,
but he weren't bad, mister he weren't.
John: No one deserves to have their blood drunk.
Girl: I mean, he knew how to use his fist, and if a woman spoke out her place.
He reminded her of it and everything, and when my momma was dying. People
said he was lying with her sister, but that weren't true mister. It
John: But you said your mother was dead.
Girl: Her and Mister Braithwaite. Hes been dead a year, and then yesterday he
walked up that street eating dogs, and he loves animals. All the dead
folk have come back to life mister, only they aint happy. Funny kind of
John: All the dead folk?
Girl: All the folk buried at the cemetery over by the churchyard.
John: My god. Im going to go have a look. You want to come?
Girl: No, I already seen my momma. I dont need to see anymore of my relatives.
Here mister, take this. If you can burn them, maybe you can put their put
their souls to rest. [She gives him a torch] And mister, if you see my
uncle Mordecai, burn him! Burn him real good ya hear!.
[John cleans the graveyard and continues to search. As John searches some more
he finds a family on top of a building.]
John: You folks okay?
Woman: Just fantastic. I just saw my daughter get eaten by some creature sent
straight form hell. Thanks for asking.
John: Im kind of sorry i did.
Man: Sorry, mister. Forgive my wife. We've suffered terribly.
John: Whats going on?
Woman: Its the government's fault!
John: Ain't it always?
Woman: Well, they let in too many foreigners. Just shut the god damn border,
or things like this happens. My daughter was just some satanic demon's
lunch because of the god damn government! And I pay my taxes... usually.
John: I think we may be moving a little off topic here. I ain't a wise man,
but i have done a little traveling. These creatures ain't like any
foreigners ive ever seen.
Woman: Thanks for the input, cowpoke. I got flesh eating monsters feasting on
my family and im taking advice about tolerance from a gun slinger. What
in the world has my life come to? And, my daddy told me i never should
have gotten married. This is all your fault, you useless man.
Man: Not now, Doreen. Not this again. Your daddy was a bully and a drunk.
Woman: Well, you aint no kinda man.
John: Listen, im sorry to interrupt your happy remminisces, is there anything
i can do to help? You got any idea of how we can survive?
Woman: Well, you could try shooting them creatures, you dumb fool.
John: Ma'am. Its been a real pleasure. Sir, you're a man of great patience.
Woman: See that man isnt hiding away like a little girl that wet herself.
Man: I thought we agreed to stick together.
Woman: So we're just gonna to stay up til we either starve or have to eat
Man: What do you want me to do? I ain't God.
Woman: Hah! That surely you aint. You're as useless as a four card flush. Ahh
God! I should have married Burt Sackett when i had the chance.
Man: Not this again. Maybe you should've. Burts the right kinda feller to have
around when you have to start eatin' each other. That for sure.
[As John searches some more. He finds more survivors]
Man: Hay, you one of them, Mister?
John: Do i look like one of them?
Man: Dont come no closer. We made that mistake before and lost half our
John: I ain't one of them, you fool.
Man: Well how do i know?
John: They can't speak.
Man: I ain't taking no chances
Lucille: Kill him. He's one of them.
John: No, I ain't.
Archibald: Don't take no chances, Silas.
John: Have it your way alright listen, I aint coming no closer.
You know whats going on?
Lucille: Its the glass eye. The freak with the glass eye. He caused this.
Archibald : No, it's the snake oil man. These poor folks have been drugged.
Connie: I blame the Mexicans! They haven't been struck down.
Man: Alright, we've heard alot of stories, mister. Some say its the moon. Some
say its drugs. Hay, don't come no closer, now. Stand back. Apparently its
worse in New Austin. Must be where it came from.
John: Then, it looks like im headed down to New Austin. Did one of you say,
Lucille: Its the glass eye!
Connie: I blame the Mexicans!
Lucille: Connie MacTavish, you dont know nothing, you always was an ignorant
shrew. I bet your husband's glad he's dead.
Connie: Well, at least my husband never took favors from the star gazers,
Lucille: You say you're sorry, you hillbilly white trash.
Man: Yeah, How we going to rebuild America like this? See, i thought we had it
all decided. We was gonna be kind and gental and pay homage to our leader
who happens to be me.
John: Sounds like you folks have this all worked out. Have yourself a fine
America, and good luck.
Archibald: We never had that decided, We decided we would hold elections and i
would be leader.
Man: You cant even read!
Archibald: I got gravity... I mean gravy... I mean folk respect me.. I am the
new king, Archibald Andrews. Me. now pay homage.
[Then suddenly a zombie attacks Lucille form behinded and kills her]
Get Back in that Hole, Partner [M3]
[John travels to Old Bacchus Place where he finds Seth playing cards]
John: Seth.. Seth.. you okay? Whats going on?
Seth: Oh, hey there John. Fancy a game of cards?
John: Not right this minutes.
Seth: You remember Moses, John?
John: He's, hes a..
[Moses is a zombie playing cards with Seth]
Seth: He's a darn sight more loyal now then he was before. Come here, boy, Come
on. Come here, boy.
John: What are you doing?
Seth: We were boyhood friends, John. Moses is having a tough time right now,
Ain't ya, pal?
John: Whats going on?
Seth: We're playing cards. Relax. Sit down.
John: I mean with the undead walking the face of the earth, you crazy dumb
Seth: That ain't nothing.
John: Ain't nothing? I seen husbands eatin' wives, mother eatin' sons. graves
poppin open and the undead rising up. It sure as shit IS something.
Seth: Oh, boo hoo. Big tough John Marston is scared of a little undead creature
walking around. Moses wouldn't hurt a fly. Would you, darling? Besides,
this ain't nothing new.
John: Folks in Blackwater blame it on that glass eye you found.
Seth: Folks! Folks! Folks! Damn them folks, John Marston. Damn them. And Damn
you. Get him. Get him, Moses. Get Him.
John: After all Ive done for you, Seth, and I thought loyalty was important to
Seth: You can't hurt me. Moses, get him. Go.
John: Yeah, Get me, Moses. Looks like your dog's lost his bite, Seth. Now what
the hell's going on?
Seth: The dead are risen, and a virulent plague is turning people into flesh
eatin' crazies. What the hell do you think's going on, genius?
John: But why?
Seth: But why, why, why. Why not? Why not? Why the hell not?
John: Cause it ain't natural.
Seth: Who made you Mother Nature and Mother Superior, all at the same time? Who
made you, John Marston? Same as made me, same as made Moses.
John: Is there a cure?
Seth: These things tend to fade away, now. If you want to get rid of it. you
should go clear the graveyards. Either that or stop worrying and become
one of them. Now, if you'll excuse us. We got good times to remember.
John: Okay, See you soon then, Seth.
[Moses drops his cards]
Seth: Come on, Moses. Its your deal. Diamonds are trumps. C'mon.
[When john get back after clearing grave yards, he finds that Seth is having a
party with his undead friends.]
John: Well, Seth, sorry to interrupt your party.
Seth: Hay John, come join us, we're having a jig. John, have you met Mary Lou?
What about Francine?
John: I did as you asked and cleared out the rest of the graveyards. Dosn't
seem to have done much good.
Seth: Good? Good? Good? Is that good? Are you good?
John: Stop with your nonsense, you annoying fool. Whats going on?
Seth: The world is turning, John Marston, and the moon with it. Day follows
night and hate follows love.
[John pulls out his gun]
John: Okay, you asked for it, Seth. You either stop dancing and start talking.
or parpare to join Moses and the rest of these freaks.
Seth: Are you constipated, John? You look angry. You get constipated when
you're angry. Yes you do...
John: Im warning you, Seth.
Seth: Oh, Im warning you, Seth. Im warning you. Dont play with the undead Seth.
Dont chase trasure. Dont waste your time searching for treasure and
discover only a glass eye.. Glass eye. Well warn all you want, cowboy.
[Seth eats the glass eye] Well, that's a load off my mind... Why didnt
i think of that before? Hey John, Well, how are you? Would you like a
drink? We've got blood and mucus Surprise! C'mon.
John: Seth, what is going on?
Seth: Aztecs.. or Incas... Or it dosnt really matter. Its all the same. Once
every two hundred years, the land is doomed, Thats why we love it.
Mexico! Mexico, John. Mary Lou, may i have the honor?
John: You're a sick man.
A Cure for Most of What Ails You [M4]
[John travels to Fort Mercer where he meets West Dickens.]
Man: Hey, someone's out there. He ain't one of them... open the gate.
John: Howdy, Mr.
[An injured girl is being lead by a man]
Man: You gona be okay.
West: Step right up, step right up! Dont be shy now, dont be shy. Nature
confounds us. Thats the truth sir. Thats the truth. West Dickens patented
tonic. the only 100% original, 200% guaranteed cure against the undead
stalking this earth. It not only bring health and fitness to the sick and
needy, it repels the undead and saves souls. Its a natural miracle, and
its available now, here at the low, low price of only 100 solid gold
coins. That sounds expensive, but, what price eternal damnation? You Sir.
You look healthy, would you like to give it a try?
John: Me sir?
West: Yes sir. Would you care to demonstrate the undead defeating possibilities
of this patented elixir?
John: No sir, I would not. What i would like is for you to stop peddling this
nonsence right now. 100 gold coins?
West: Well, what price would you pay for survival?
[John pulls out his gun]
John: You tell me, Mr. West Dickens. You tell me.
West: Well, since you put it that way. why dont all you chaps all take one for
free now and if you like it, when you like it. You'll know where to find
me. You wont find any undead around me. Take it. Enjoy. Thanks a lot,
John: These people have lost their families.. they've lost everything...
West: Well, that's not my fault. Im just trying to make an honest living here.
John: No, you're not.
West: Well, okay, but can i help it if demand is high?
West: Im offering the people hope, John, thats a precious commodity, the tonic
really works. These poor awful undead creatures cant stand it. Come here,
take a look.
[John looks through a spyglass, he watches a man drinking the tonic. Only later
to be eaten by zombies.]
John: Works like a charm...
West: Well... that wasn't quite what i expacted.
John: That stuff is like catnip to those bastards.
West: Well.. I need more desert sage and violet snowdrop... and then i know I
can cure this foul plague.
John: Okay, Back to doing your dirty work am I?
West: Now don't be like that. Don't you remember the good times? Please.. Im an
old man.. alright... here take it. maybe you can use it to attract some
John: Okay, ill see what i can do, and thanks. Sure this will come in real
handy. in case i want to meet some new and intresting friends
[Later after john finds the plants, John findes West Dickens on the side of the
road. On top of his wagon. trying to shew away a zombie.]
West: GET OFF.. NO! NO! NO! GET AW.. GET AWAY...
John: Another satisfied customer, Mr. West Dickens?
West: Hello, John. Poor fellow can't get enough.
John: As I see.
West: Get rid of him, would you?
West: Well, because we're old friends? Because, we'll team up and fight the
forces of darkness together?
West: Because, Ive got something you want? Trust me, you cynical bastard.
[John shoots the zombie]
West: Thank you, dear boy. Thank you. Did you get the stuff?
John: Of course.
West: Excellent! Wait just a minute.
[West goes to the back wagon to tinker, while John waits]
West: Here you go. These should help. If I've got my mathematics correct.
they'll blow the buggers apart.
John: And, if you've got your sums wrong?
West: Oh, ye of little faith. Now listen John, you're going to need some more
serious weaponry. Ive got a plan. But, you need to pick up some old parts
at Riley's Charge.
John: Another shopping trip?
West: Well, excuse me if my efforts at salvation are interrupting your busy
social calender, John. Im only trying to help because..
John: Because we're old friends. I know. You better not be wasting my time.
West: Me? Never. Perish the thought.
[After John gets the supplies, John finds West hiding under his wagon at
John: West Dickens? Nigel? Where are you old man? You better not have gotten
West: Under here.
John: Get out here.
West: Are you alone?
John: No, I brought the great massed hordes of the undead with me. Of course
West: Its not the undead Im worried about, dear boy. I kind of like them. Its
the normal people i cant stand.
John: What's Happened?
West: Dont be like that. I haven't done anything, or stolen anything, or even
lied, That much.
John: Then what.
West: A bunch of people just chased me out of town. They blame me for
everything thats happened. I tell you John Marston. Ive been selling help
tonics for years. From here to Timbuktu and never once has there been a
demonic blood lust, or undead rising up. Its preposterous.
West: No, they want to hang me, ME! An honest salesman! Can you believe that?
John: Snake oil merchant who cried wolf?
West: Well, something like that. Im headed south. Im headed down to Mexico.
I hear things are much better down there. Not to mention the climate,
and the nice locals, but also the merciful lack of cannibalistic morons
with infectious eye diseases. Did you get the bits and bobs i requested.
West: Excellent. Just a moment.
[West goes to searches in the back of his wagon]
West: Here you go.
John: I risked my for this? A Blunderbuss? Is this a joke? What is this? 1850?
West: Oh, ye of such little faith. You've been hanging around cattle and
killers too long. You've got the compassion of a mass murderer and
the intellect of a cowpattie.
John: Ill stick your faith and this gun where the sun dont shine.
West: This is the weapon of choice for demonic horde killers everywhere. From
Romania to Edinburgh and all the other places the undead roam. You can
put pretty much anything into it and blow a bunch of the buggers away in
one go. Makes you rifle look like a pea shooter.
John: You better not be lying to me.
West: Would i lie to you, John? To others, I admit the occasional sin of
omission. but to you, never dear boy. Now, Im a heading down to Mexico.
Is there any chance that i will see you there?
John: We shall see.
West: Well, if you're interested. I should be at Solomon's Folly in a few days.
trying to figure out a way to get in. I hear the border is not as open
as it used to be. Ta ta.
[West drives off]
American Imperialism [M5]
[West is siting near a fireplace in Solomon's Folly When John shows up.]
West: Ah, Mr Marston...
John: What's going on? You got a passage into Mexico?
West: For me, no. But for you, maybe. It all depends on your relationship with
good old Uncle Samuel.
John: What are you talking about?
West: Well... the border is indeed closed. But the army is sending a train down
there. Now, whether its to help the Mexicans there, or to escape the
problems here, i have no idea.
John: But i thought things were better in Mexico.
West: Well, better or worse, certainly different.
John: So why am i going and not you?
West: Well that's a matter of age, dear boy... The army dont have many recruits
with quite my level of experience.
West: So, you are on your own... There's a train at Benedict Point and its
leaving. Soon, once they've got all the soldiers rounded up.
West: And your venerable friend here has done some more help.. Ive found some
less then happy campers who have given up on glory and abandoned Uncle
Sam's ranks. They are hiding out at Scratching Post. One of them might
give you a uniform.
John: Okay, And what about you?
West: Baghdad, dear boy, well, either that or Fort Mercer. Or perhaps its time
to meet my maker, with drool coming out of my mouth and a lust for human
John: You take care of yourself...
West: I always do, dear boy, I always do.
[West walks off into the sunset, John goes sit by the fire]
[John goes Scratching Post and fight off some zombies. After the attack join
talks to the leader of the deserters.]
Man: Thanks for helping out. They came out of nowhere
John: Any time, partner. Say do you fellers have a spare uniform?
Man: what the hell for?
John: My family's in trouble and i need to get over the border. I hear there's
an army train goin' that way.
Man: Sure, what do i care any more? You earned it. There should be one in the
chest by the tent. Help yourself.
[John finds the uniform and puts it on.]
John: Thanks, I feel like such a noble patriot.
[When John gets to the train its under attack by zombies]
Captain: I said to hold the perimeter
Man: Help! Help men!
Captain: Get the back side, Get the back.. C'mon..at the back. Conserve your
[John takes out the rest of the zombie]
Captain: You did real good soldier.
John: Basic training was very thorough.
Captain: Well, that good. These degenerates are only good at whoring and
drinking. Lets roll out!