Simeon (voice only): |
Franklin! |
| Franklin: |
Eh, what's going down, homie? |
Simeon (voice only): |
The market, my boy. Liquidity's a bitch. Get over here so I can give you the new repo list. |
| Franklin: |
Alright, I'll be around when I get a chance. |
| This conversation is available if the repossessed car suffered heavy damage in the previous mission. |
| Franklin: |
Hey, what's going down, Simeon? |
Simeon (voice only): |
Franklin, I must ask you: the last car you repossessed, it was in a terrible state. Was that how you found it? |
| Franklin: |
Uhh, yeah, man. The dude wrecked it. |
Simeon (voice only): |
Ah, that's all I need to know for the insurance men. Come to the dealership, I have something to show you. |
| Franklin: |
Hey, what's up, Simeon? |
| Simeon: |
My dear boy. So good to see you. So good. Hold me. |
| Simeon embraces Franklin for a moment before being pushed away. |
| Franklin: |
Yeah, look, man... Look, we've been working together for about a few months now, right? |
| Simeon: |
Which is why I am very honored to announce to you, that you are Employee of the Month. |
| Simeon directs Franklin to a portrait of him on the wall of his office, framed by his name and new title. |
| Simeon: |
Anyway, congratulations! (shakes Franklin's hand) It wasn't easy picking a winner. |
| Franklin: |
Yeah, me, Lamar, your nephew Sacha with the twitch. Look, man. It's been a real honor, homie, but I gotta move forward in my life. It seem like all I do is let people tell me what to do and I do it and nothing changes. |
| Simeon: |
I tell you what, my boy, you tell me exactly what you want, and I will very carefully explain to you why it cannot be. |
| Simeon: |
Today is repossessing vehicles that fools have purchased at exorbitant interest rates. But tomorrow - together! I never had a black son, but if I did I want him to be just like you. |
| Lamar interrupts the conversation. |
| Lamar: |
Knock-knock, ni**as! |
| Lamar: |
What's up, Simeon? What's up, homie? What's happening, homie? |
| Simeon: |
Franklin here has been awarded Employee of the Month. |
| Lamar stares indignantly at Frankin's portrait on on the wall. |
| Lamar: |
You fucking with me, right? |
| Franklin: |
Man, we both being fucked with, dog. |
| Lamar: |
Man, knock it off, man. For real? After all the motherfucking work I put in, man? |
| Franklin: |
Man, fuck this Employee of the Month shit, homie. I'm sitting up here trying to get us-- |
| Lamar: |
What do you mean, "fuck this Employee of the Month shit", man? When there's some shit to be won, Goddamnit, I want it. I don't give a fuck what it is. Y'know what I'm talkin' about? I take no prisoners. I go hard doing this shit. Big dog. Big nuts. When names is on a motherfuckin' board, I want to see my name at the top of that motherfucker, and next to it, it needs to say "Winner". |
| Simeon: |
Maybe next month, huh? |
| Lamar: |
Man, fuck next month, Simeon. What about today? I-- I demand a retrial. |
| Simeon: |
Today is nothing, just a bike. Hasn't made a payment at all. Some kid at Vespucci Beach. His name is Esteban Jimenez. |
| Franklin: |
Is he in a gang? |
| Simeon: |
Curiously enough, I did not inquire when he bought the bike. |
| Lamar: |
We got work to do, err... Employee of the Month. |
| Franklin: |
Man, fuck you, and come on. |
| Lamar: |
Man, you's about a "yes, master"-ass ni**a. |
| Franklin and Lamar leave the showroom and enter a car. |
| Lamar: |
- What we waiting for? Magellan Ave, ni**a. Vespucci Beach.
- Let's go to Vespucci. Magellan Ave.
|
| On the way out, Lamar comments on Franklin's hairstyle. |
| This conversation is available if Franklin retains his default hairstyle up to this point. |
| Lamar: |
So you still rollin' with that ol' raggedy-ass hair? That country bumpkin shit is enough to get us shot right there. |
| Franklin: |
I never took you to be a ol' hair stylist-type bitch, but now it's all starting to make sense. |
| This conversation is available if Franklin has changed his hairstyle at a barber shop. |
| Lamar: |
At least you had that old raggedy-ass hair restyled, I was about to have to drop your ass. |
| Franklin: |
Man, fuck you, ni*, I wish I had any cutting. |
| Franklin: |
Hey, wasn't that motherfucker who took the bike that ese - Vagos dude? With the tattoo on his face and shit? |
| Lamar: |
Yeah, that was him. |
| Franklin: |
Fuck, homie, I don't want no unnecessary bullshit here, alright? |
| Lamar: |
Ni**a, I don't give a shit. There's a reason Simeon pays a couple of mean-looking motherfuckers to come repo this shit. We ain't girl scouts. |
| Franklin: |
In your case, I ain't so sure about that. |
| Lamar: |
Man, step up, ni**a! Of course this dude real. Who else is gonna have the required surplus of paper, and deficiency of brain cells? He just put a dub down on this bike. |
| Lamar: |
With a three-G note! |
| Franklin: |
Damn, that motherfucker must be tricked out, dog. |
| Lamar: |
Man, this whole setup designed to take drug money. |
| Franklin: |
Alright, man, look, we go in quiet. In and out, no fuckin' drama. |
| Lamar: |
I'll try, homie. But I'm one loud, dramatic, brash, crazy, greedy, shoot-a-motherfucker-in-the-back-type motherfucker. And you love me for it, ni**a. |
| Franklin: |
That's right, homie. Nothing but love, ni**a. |
| Lamar: |
That Simeon a funny dude though, huh? It's gonna be a shame when we get to book his ass and jack him for all this shit. |
| Franklin: |
What the fuck you talking about? You a psychotic motherfucker. |
| Lamar: |
That's how shit work, ain't it? You do some jobs for a fool, develop a little uneasy relationship, and then they ask you to do something above and beyond. You fall out, fools get capped, then you start all over again with some other fool. |
| Franklin: |
Where the fuck you get that from? That ain't my life, dummy. |
| Lamar: |
How 'bout the boy with the eye, from around the way? Marcus, or somethin'? You was slanging for him and then he got what was comin', right? |
| Franklin: |
That was different. That dude had it coming. |
| Lamar: |
I don't wanna clap my boy Yetarian either, I like homie. This just smacks of the inevitable. |
| Franklin: |
Look, dog, this time we legit, homie. This honest work, it's gonna end up with us coming up in the world. |
| Lamar: |
Oh, really? That's a nice change from fools comin' up on us. |
| Franklin: |
That's trill, homie. |
| Lamar: |
You damn right that's trill, partner, but it's a shame I don't believe it. You wanna drop some notes on that shit, I'll give you the odds, homie. |
| Franklin: |
You Apache motherfuckers love your bets, huh? You should go work on one of them reservation casinos, only they'd kick yo' ass out for being a fradulent imposter, motherfucker. |
| Lamar: |
You and all yo' little racial stereotypes and shit? I find 'em offensive. I'm very sensitive to your intolerance, my ni**a. |
| Franklin and Lamar arrive at the complex in Vespucci Beach. |
| Lamar: |
The bike should be in one of the lockups down here. |
| Franklin: |
“Should be” is the story of your life, asshole. |
| Franklin and Lamar jump the fence of the complex, and walk down the alleyway. |
| Lamar: |
I’ma make this look easy. |
| A drunken man stumbles out into the alley from an opened garage. |
| Lamar: |
I think this crazy motherfucker want something. [to the crazy guy] Hey, what's up homie, you alright? |
| Crazy Guy: |
Away, away, away from me! Zapho agents! |
| Lamar gets up in the guy’s face and feigns a hit, making him fall to the ground. |
| Lamar: |
Ungh! Yeah, you thought I was gonna hit yo' bitch-ass huh? Drunk-ass ni**a. |
| A Bison with gang members inside approaches. |
| Lamar: |
- Shit, man. Play it cool.
- Be cool, n***a.
|
| The Bison slowly drives past Lamar and Franklin. |
| Lamar: |
[quietly] Yeah, that's right. Keep it moving, bitch. |
| Franklin: |
Man, I don't like this shit one bit. Hey, look, let's keep it smooth, homie. |
| Lamar: |
Man, your pussy the only thing that’s smooth up in this shit. |
| Franklin: |
Man, what exactly did I do in a past life to deserve your stupid ass? |
| Lamar: |
This a routine lick, dog. Chill. |
| Franklin: |
Do them Vagos look routine? This is Shady-Ass Alley! |
| Lamar: |
Shit, we in Vespucci Beach. |
| Franklin: |
We on the wrong side of Vespucci Beach. You should know, a block makes a difference. |
| Lamar: |
Eh, eh, eh, hold up. |
| Franklin and Lamar search the garages at the end of the alley. |
| Lamar: |
- Got to be in one of these motherfuckers.
- It's in one of these lock-ups.
|
| These dialogues may play in any order if Franklin searches the two smaller garages first. |
| Lamar: |
- It got to be this other one. If that weren't it...
- Ain't nowhere else it could be.
|
| Franklin and Lamar open the door to the biggest garage, but they find no bike. |
| Lamar: |
Man, ain't this 'bout a bitch? Ain't no motherfucking bike in here, man. |
| Franklin: |
No shit, ni**a. |
| A pair of Vagos walk up to Franklin and Lamar. |
| Vago Gangster 1: |
¡Hola, amigos!¡Hola, amigos!Hey, fellas! |
| Lamar: |
Hola, ese.Hola, ese.Hey, buddy. |
| Vago Gangster 1: |
Oh, we just saw you tryin' to creep up in here, man. |
| Lamar: |
Yeah? You saw this, motherfucker? |
| The Vago raises his pistol, but Lamar shoots him in the chest, killing him. |
| Vago Gangster 2: |
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! ¡Vamos!¡Vamos!Let's go! |
| Vago Gangster 2: |
Eh, eh! Come on down, everybody! Come on down! |
| The other Vago runs off, and both parties prepare themselves for the ensuing gun fight. Lamar slides the dead Vago's pistol to Franklin. |
| Franklin: |
Hey, ni**a. I woulda just gotten my ass beat over a fucking gun fight. |
| Lamar: |
Man, stop being a pussy, ni**a, and grab that heat. |
| Franklin picks up the pistol. The two begin to fight the Vagos, advancing down the alley. Lamar, Franklin and the Vagos may say these voicelines at any point in the first phase of this sequence. |
| Vago Gangster: |
Blast them putos! |
| Lamar: |
- Shit! On your left!
- Get your fuckin' head down!
- Just our luck, homie!
- Get in behind that truck, homie!
- Find your bitch-ass some cover!
- Only one way out this motherfucker.
- We got to move!
- Damn!
- Man, fuck this!
- Who wanna get lit up?
|
| Franklin: |
- So much for legit work.
- Flipping bricks is easier work, dog.
- Just let us walk out of here!
- You sure pick the right people to pick a fight with, ni**a.
- You make friends wherever your ass go, ni**a.
|
| Lamar may say these voicelines if the player kills a Vago gangster aiming at him at any point in the sequence. |
| Lamar: |
- Thanks, man.
- Appreciate it, man.
|
| Lamar hides behind a portaloo near a scaffold with a propane tank. Suddenly, a Vago wielding a machine pistol appears on the scaffold above Lamar and opens fire. |
| Lamar: |
Motherfuckers on the scaffold is on me. Shoot up that canister! |
| Franklin may shoot the propane tank, which kills the Vago and wrecks the scaffold. |
| Lamar: |
Now look what you have gone and done. Follow me, let's get through this! |
| Lamar finds a shotgun discarded on the ground. |
| Lamar: |
Even this shit out, homie! Grab the shotgun! |
| More Vago gangsters arrive on the scene. Lamar may say any of these voicelines at this point. |
| Lamar: |
- Some more of them ni**as.
- Man, what's a few more of these motherfuckers?
- Over there! They comin' out that door!
- Check that door! They tryin' to mash on us!
- How many they got?
- Somebody tell them ni**as this a legal repossession.
- Damn, it's a gang of ni**as out here. They got their whole hood with 'em!
|
| Some Vagos appear and shoot from the apartment balconies. |
| Lamar: |
- Up there! To the right!
- Up there, shoot that ni**a! Bust his ass!
|
| During the shootout, a group of Vagos attempt to flee in a Penumbra. |
| Lamar: |
They tryin' to bail! Get that ride! |
| The car swerves and crashes into a building, leaving a trail of petrol. |
| Lamar: |
Shoot the gas, homie! |
| Franklin may shoot the petrol trail, which ignites. The car explodes, incinerating its occupants and any nearby Vagos. |
| Lamar: |
Don't fuck with this pyromaniac motherfucker! |
| The shootout ends with all the Vagos dead. |
| Lamar: |
You still breathing, homie? |
| Franklin: |
Yeah, barely, homie. |
| Lamar: |
Shit, we gotta get the fuck away from this shit. |
| Franklin: |
Man, we only came here for a bike. |
| Lamar: |
And there the motherfucker is right there. [to Jimenez] Hey, ni**a, come here, we got yo’ pink slip! |
| Franklin and Lamar climb back over the fence. |
Lamar (not in subtitles): |
Let's get him! |
Franklin (not in subtitles): |
We really gonna repo after all this bullshit? |
| Franklin and Lamar hop in their car to pursue Jimenez. |
| Franklin: |
You crazy motherfucker! Why we have to pop all them people? |
| Lamar: |
You was there too. Correct me if I’m wrong, but you shot more of them than I did. |
| Franklin: |
Yeah, but you started this shit, stupid. |
| Lamar: |
Let's get him, homie! I wanna get paid! |
| Franklin: |
Paid ain't worth shit when you doin' twenty-five with a L. We massacred those motherfuckers. Shit. |
| These dialogues will play in any order if Jimenez is not in sight. |
| Lamar: |
Man, you lost him already! |
| Franklin: |
That's a monster fucking bike he riding, stupid. |
| Lamar: |
This punk get away, we goin' down, homie. He gonna pin us for all these bodies. |
| Franklin: |
And whose fault is that, Mr Eighties Action Movie Body-Countin' Motherfucker? |
| Lamar: |
Don't play the blame game, just get on this shit. |
| Lamar: |
Motherfucker's gettin' away from us. |
| Franklin: |
That's because he's sitting on a hundred and forty cubic inches right there, ni**a. |
| Lamar: |
[sarcastically] Oh shit, professor, you're right! |
| These lines will be in any order if the duo catch up to Jimenez. |
| Lamar: |
- Pop that fool. We need him on his ass so we can get what we came for.
- We need to shoot him off the bike. Couple of scratches is better than nothin'.
- Shoot that motherfucker.
- We want your bike, bitch.
- Time to give that shit up, you no-credit motherfucker!
- That's the bike we came for!
|
| Franklin and Lamar catch up to Jimenez. Franklin may shoot him or ram into the bike, at which point Jimenez will die. |
| Lamar: |
- Oh shit! He down!
- We got him.
- Bye bye, asshole.
|
| Lamar: |
- Take the bike and meet me at the car wash round the way.
- Dog, we gotta lay low. Get the bike and meet me at the car wash on Innocence.
|
| Franklin rides over to the car wash, where Lamar is on his phone waiting for him. |
| Franklin: |
Man, I can't hang with yo’ ass for a while, bro. You a psychopath! You done finally fuckin’ lost it! |
| Lamar: |
Ni**a, that's that Apache blood in me, homie. You lucky I ain't do a flying tomahawk and scalp they motherfuckin’ ass. |
| Franklin: |
We can't repo the assets of a dead man, “big sitting chief asshole”! |
| Lamar: |
Ni**a, and we ain't going to neither, ni**a. I'm gonna keep this motherfucker for myself. Tell Simeon we couldn't recover it. |
| Lamar jumps onto the bike and rides away. |
| Franklin: |
[yelling] You fucking tell him, you fucking moron! |
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