Michael De Santa walks into his living room, sighing at an empty sofa. Shortly after sitting, Trevor appears at the doorway. |
Trevor: |
*whistling* Hey, man. |
Michael: |
Fuck... What do you want? |
Trevor: |
(Approaching Michael before sitting beside him) I'm your friend, I don't want anything, man. Come on, your company's good enough, huh? Same as always. |
Michael: |
Yeah... Thanks. I really appreciate that. |
Trevor: |
So. Family ain't back yet, huh? |
Trevor: |
She's a goddamn fool, man. |
Michael: |
Despite all the chaos of these last few weeks, I think I've finally figured it out. I know, sounds ridiculous. |
Trevor: |
No. Actually, it does not sound ridiculous. Y'know? Because you, you're a killer. Y'know? You are a man of action! You do not sit on couches, you take scores! You're back man. We are back! Alright? All we gotta go do is bust out Brad, and then we're golden, man! Franklin, he makes us multicultural. Lester makes it cyber. We're like modern America. We just get ourselves a gay friend. Bam! |
Michael: |
No. It's not it. I got money, it just makes you miserable. I wanna make movies... |
Trevor: |
Great. That's great... and, uh... so where exactly does this leave me in this second act of your life? |
Michael: |
We're gonna do this last big job, and then we're gonna dissolve the partnership. |
Trevor: |
This is not a game to me! Alright? This is a fuckin' way of life. |
Michael: |
I got a fuckin' family! |
Trevor: |
Yeah, well, I ain't got nothin'! No one gives a fuck about me! |
Trevor: |
Oh. Fuck you. I saw your grave. I mourned you. And then it turns out that everything I fucking thought about you was wrong. Everything! You're not dead. And you're not a man. |
Michael: |
Well, what the fuck are you? |
Trevor: |
I'm your fucking nightmare! |
Michael: |
Yeah, enough with your goddamn threats! |
Trevor pauses with disgrace, walks away as an angry Michael sits back down. Trevor then gives himself several seconds to think about what Michael just said. |
Trevor: |
Let me... let me just ask you something. Alright? Something I've been, I've been thinking about. Up in North Yankton, exactly who was buried in your place? |
Knowing full-well the truth, Michael sits back, concealing his guilty face with an unknowing one. |
Michael: |
I never gave it any thought. |
Trevor: |
You know what I'm thinking? |
Trevor: |
You treacherous piece of shit! |
Trevor, realizing the truth, storms towards the door. |
Trevor: |
You're fuckin' dead! You're fucking dead! |
Hopelessly, Michael runs after Trevor. |
Michael: |
Oh, fuck! Trevor! Hey, T! |
The door slams, and the camera cuts to Trevor fleeing Michael's driveway in his car in rage. |
Michael: |
*That's my car, you prick! *Aw, great. |
After leaving the mansion, Michael calls Trevor. |
Michael: |
Hey, come on. Where are you going? |
Trevor: |
You know where I'm going. Fuck you! |
Michael: |
You don't need to go all the way to North Yankton to find out what I can tell you over a couple beers back at my house. Come on, we'll order pizza. |
Trevor: |
Fuck you! Fuck your pizza! Fuck everything it stands for! |
Michael: |
This is insanity. |
Trevor: |
Ho, no. No, it's clear and reasoned thought. Finally. |
Michael: |
Come on. Come back, we'll talk. |
Trevor: |
I'm not gonna listen to another one of your lies! |
Michael: |
Hey, I'll lay it all out for you. Everything. Turn around. |
Trevor: |
I'm going up there to see it for myself. |
Michael: |
You'll be disappointed. |
Trevor: |
(angry moan) I'll be something. |
Michael: |
It'll be an anti-climax. The grave's empty. Just a bag of sand, something like that. Just smoke and mirrors. |
Trevor: |
(angry moan) The lies! How do you do it, man? The game is up! |
Michael: |
I'm trying to save you a trip. |
Trevor: |
You've done me enough favors, buddy. Save your fucking breath. |
Michael: |
Trevor. Come on. |
Trevor: |
Fuck you, Michael. Soon enough I will. |
Trevor hangs up the phone. |
NOTE: The following phone call happens if the player started the mission with Michael. After Trevor hangs up the phone on Michael, Michael calls Dave. |
Dave (Voice only): |
Special Agent Norton. |
Michael: |
Shit. Davey. Shit, he knows. I think he knows. |
Dave (Voice only): |
What, who? |
Dave (Voice only): |
Shit. Shit! How? |
Michael: |
I don't know how. He used his head. |
Dave (Voice only): |
But... does he know... does he know it all? |
Michael: |
Hey, he's on his way up to Ludendorff to confirm his suspicions. |
Dave (Voice only): |
Shit! Then what? |
Michael: |
Then who fuckin' knows what? I don't know! I'm going to go - see if I can reason with him. |
Dave (Voice only): |
Well, I'd come but I - I - I... |
Michael: |
Yeah don't worry about it. This is between me and him. Besides, if it goes wrong up there, I'm sure you ain't far down his list. |
Dave (Voice only): |
That's good to know. |
Wei Cheng's men: |
(in Chinese) His boyfriend has arrived at the airport. We'll have people on whatever plane he boards. |
NOTE: The following phone call happens if the player started the mission with Trevor. After hanging up on Michael, Trevor will call Ron. |
Ron (Voice only): |
Trevor? It's great to, ah... |
Trevor: |
There a plane I can use? Get me across country? |
Ron (Voice only): |
Sure. Sure. We got one fueled up for a trip south of the border. |
Ron (Voice only): |
Is everything okay, man? |
Trevor: |
Everything is not okay. Nothing has ever been okay. But I got to see it for myself. I'm going to see an old friend, alright? If you're where I think you are, buddy... I don't know why id didn't see it. I guess... I guess... I didn't want to. Fuck! Maybe I knew all along. I'm gonna find out for sure, and I'm gonna... do something about it. (angry moan) There was always something wrong with that job. What went down after. I guess I...I guess I wanted to believe. Fucking... fucking flea circus! Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! |
Ron (Voice only): |
I'm sorry, Trevor. |
Ron (Text only): |
Shit, T. Theres sum Chinese guys looking for you, asking where ur flying. I think its Chengs ppl. I didn't tell where u was goin. I swear I didn't! |
After flying to North Yankton, Trevor arrives as the cemetery. He walks up to Michael's grave. |
Trevor: |
Who you got in here, huh? As if I need to ask. |
Trevor picks up the axe and swings. |
Trevor: |
Argh! (repetitive moaning and heavy breathing) |
NOTE: The following happens if the player started the mission with Michael. Michael arrives in Ludendorff by car, driving past the town's welcome sign. Along the way, Michael has flashbacks of the 2004 bank robbery, including quotes Michael said to Amanda and his family off-scene, as well as the events that took place during the failed heist. |
Michael: |
Listen, Amanda. We're going to move to Los Santos. Start over. I made a deal. The slate will be totally wiped clean.
- (from Prologue): Alright, everybody pays attention, no one gets hurt!
Trust me, darling. Look at me, Amanda. It was the only thing I could do. Either everyone dies, or one guy gets out. I'm that guy!
- (from Prologue): Slow and steady, T, slow and steady.
His name is Dave Norton, nice guy - realist. He gets the glory, I get out. It's not even a decision. Amanda, I don't have a choice. Do you wanna die here where it's always snowing? Or do you wanna go and live where it's always sunny?
- (from Prologue): Alright, you wanna live? Tell me you wanna live. Work this out.
Some depot out of town, you don't need to know. Trust me, nothing is gonna go wrong. Nothing.
- (from Prologue): Yeah, I hear ya! We gotta follow the plan - everything'll work out.
I did the deal, Amanda. It's over. Baby, we get out. Be happy. Be normal!
- (from Prologue): It ain't supposed to go down like this.
We did it. Baby, we are home free. It's over.
- (from Prologue): This is fucked, man! The thing is blown!
Just this one job, and everything is done...(strong echoing fades out) |
Michael finds Trevor digging up the grave, and slowly walks towards him. |
Michael: |
Hey, you're wasting your time. |
Trevor: |
Is that why you flew out here? Huh? Tell me I'm wasting my time? |
Trevor continues to break away the rubble and dirt. |
Michael: |
Go ahead, dig it up. I don't give a shit. |
Trevor: |
Yeah, it's what you look like, a guy who doesn't give a shit. |
Michael: |
Ah, this is ridiculous. |
Trevor: |
How long are you going to keep lying for, Mikey, huh? When's it going to stop? What happens in the dark, comes out in the light. |
Michael: |
Give it a rest, Trevor. There's nothing there! |
Trevor gives it one last swing with the axe, then picks up the spade, ready to break open the casket. |
Trevor: |
This is it. Moment of truth. |
Having broken open the casket, Trevor looks at the corpse with dismay. He throws the spade down, crouches down to the open hole and breaks away the dirt. Brad's face is revealed. Trevor struggles to contain his shock having predicted it. Shouting in rage, he stands up from the casket, glaring despairingly at Michael, who stands over the grave, not daring to look. |
Trevor: |
As if I didn't know...Brad. |
Michael: |
Look, we do what we got to do to survive. This thing, it didn't work out the way it was supposed to. |
Trevor: |
Oh, and how was that, huh? With Brad in the can and me in the ground? Or...or...or-or both of us in the coffin? |
Michael: |
Brad got shot. You saw it! He didn't make it. I got shot, I did. That's, that's it. |
Trevor, having known the truth about what happens, jumps out of the grave and stands up to Michael. |
Trevor: |
I think the only thing that didn't go as planned was me showing up on your doorstep ten years later. Mikey. I mourned you. |
Michael: |
And I missed you, but I got a fucking family, Trevor. We were all gonna die. He did die. |
Trevor and Michael quickly pull out pistols and point them at each other. |
Trevor: |
You reptilian motherfucker! |
Michael: |
I didn't want it to come to this. |
Trevor: |
Yes you did, you just don't have the fucking balls to do it, but I do. |
Michael: |
I've got more to lose than you. |
Trevor: |
Never a truer word has been spoken, brother. Now pull the fucking trigger. You ain't got the guts. |
Michael: |
Take the fucking shot! |
Wei Cheng's men emerge from tombstones behind Michael, pointing their weapons at the pair. |
Michael turns around, and Trevor sees the opportunity to fire, but the gun jams. He throws the gun at Michael and makes a break for it. |
Michael swings back round and fires at Trevor, who's breaking open the cemetery's rear gate. |
Wei Cheng's men: |
Trevor Philips, Mr. Cheng has requested a word. |
Trevor escapes the cemetery, leaving Michael to defend himself from Mr. Cheng's men. He ducks behind a tombstone with his gun still drawn. |
Michael: |
Hey, ho, ho, I'm not the guy you're looking for. |
Wei Cheng's men: |
(in Chinese) Hey, he's over here, he's over here. (in English) Get the boyfriend. |
Michael: |
Boyfriend? Motherfucker. |
Michael fights off Mr. Cheng's men as he makes his way back to the car. Along the way, a Burrito full of Mr. Cheng's men enters the cemetery. |
Michael: |
Who're your friends, T? |
Wei Cheng's men: |
Stop the van - go find him! |
Michael fights off more of Mr. Cheng's men. |
Michael: |
You shoulda gone after the other guy! This is how many guys you send to kill Trevor Philips? Philips went that a way. |
Wei Cheng's men: |
We know you are weak and feminine. |
Michael reaches his car and attempts to start it to no avail. |
Triad Member #1: |
(speaking in Chinese) Shit, there he is! |
Wei Cheng's men reach Michael's car and hold him at gunpoint. |
Triad Member #1: |
(speaking in Chinese) Let me see your hands! |
Triad Member #2: |
You got nowhere to go, boyfriend. |
Michael: |
Alright, alright... |
Triad Member #2: |
Get out the fucking car. |
Meanwhile, Trevor is flying back to San Andreas, heading to land his plane back at the airfield. He then gets a phone call from Wei Cheng. |
Trevor: |
Trevor Philips Industries. |
Wei Cheng (Voice only): |
Mr. Philips. This is Wei Cheng. You know my eldest son, Tao. |
Trevor: |
Oh, yeah. Massive E head, backed out a contract we agreed on. How is he? |
Wei Cheng (Voice only): |
Still learning the ropes, thank you. We've been watching you, Philips. Your operation causes problems for our plans for expansion, and since you are not a viable business partner... |
Trevor: |
Whoa, whoa, viable? What the fuck is that?! |
Wei Cheng (Voice only): |
We have your lover, Philips. From the trailer. |
Wei Cheng (Voice only): |
Yes. Michael de Santa. You lived with him with your maid. He is in our custody now. Give yourself up, and he will live. |
Trevor: |
(laughs) Okay. Alright yeah, yeah. No, of course. Man, that's a...that's a tough break. Look, you guys deserve each other. Hold onto to that fat traitor, and feel free to torture him to your heart's content. You'll save me the trouble. (hangs up) |
Trevor: |
Trevor Philips Industries. |
Wei Cheng (Voice only): |
Mr. Philips, this is Wei Cheng. You know my eldest son, Tao. |
Trevor: |
Yeah. The X nut, backed out of a contract we agreed on. How is he? |
Wei Cheng (Voice only): |
Still learning the ropes, thank you. My friends miss you in North Yankton. I was hoping we could talk. |
Trevor: |
(laughs) Was that your people? (in a mock Chinese accent) Of course, sorry I had to cut out. |
Wei Cheng (Voice only): |
Your operation causes problem for me. I want to expand into Blaine County, but your business and your temperament prevent me from making inroads. |
Trevor: |
Ah, well, too bad. (in a mock Chinese accent) I don't know what you can do 'bout that. |
Wei Cheng (Voice only): |
I've already done something. We have your lover. |
Trevor: |
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. My lover?! |
Wei Cheng (Voice only): |
Michael De Santa. You lived in your trailer together...with your maid...and then you were alone in that big house. Well, you are clearly very close. You know, how much will you give up for his safety? |
Trevor: |
(laughs) My lover? Yeah, right. That's a tough break. I'd never want to double cross a friend, and put him in danger, but you got to do what you got to do. My business ain't going anywhere. |
Wei Cheng (Voice only): |
I'm serious about this. He will die. |
Trevor: |
Tell him I love him dearly. (hangs up) |
As Trevor lands the plane on the airfield, he receives a text message from Lamar. |
Lamar (Text only): |
Eh, crazy man! Meet me at my crib. Me n Frank goin roll on tht last car for the rich dude. U in? |
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