Michael: |
It's a thing. You said you wanted work. This is work. |
Trevor: |
Uh-huh. And who's the guy? |
Michael and Trevor are standing in front of the door. Michael knocks. Madrazo's wife Patricia opens it. |
Michael: |
We're looking for Mr. Madrazo. |
Martin: |
Patricia! For fuck's sake, just let 'em in! |
Patricia: |
Right this way, gentlemen. |
Michael and Trevor enter the house. |
Martin: |
Patricia, get us something to drink would you? Quickly! It's good to see you again Michael. |
Michael: |
Likewise. This is my friend, Trevor. |
Martin: |
Sit down. Sit. Sit. Sit. So what did you tell him about me? About... Martin Madrazo? |
Michael: |
Martin's an old friend of mine, Trevor. |
Michael: |
Martin... is a terrifying psychopath who tried to kill me. |
Martin: |
Exactly! But some people... they no longer fear me as much as they used to. People who were close to me. My cousin... you met him, Michael. Well apparently he is thinking of testifying against me. |
Michael: |
So have him killed. |
Martin: |
I'm going to. By you. |
Michael: |
Our debt was settled. |
Martin: |
This is a favour... for a friend. Or does friendship mean nothing these days? |
Trevor: |
Uh! Hello? What's the deal? |
Martin: |
This is him. Javier. He's flying off to Liberty City this afternoon, and he's taken some files of mine. Innocent files that, um... I need back. There's a gun set up in the hills. I have a man watching at the airport. We'll let you know and when he flies by... shoot him down and get the files back. |
Trevor: |
I'm in. What's the pay? Huh? |
Michael: |
Trevor. Come on... |
Patricia: |
You still want a drink? |
Martin: |
[furious] Not now! ”Pendeja! ”¿Que no ves que estoy hablando con unas gentes aqu�!”Pendeja! ”¿Que no ves que estoy hablando con unas gentes aqu�!Dumbass! Don't you see I'm talking to some people here?! |
Trevor and Michael leave Martin's house. |
Michael: |
Alright. You grab a vehicle, something versatile. I'll handle the gun. |
Michael enters a car and heads to the gun near the Galileo Observatory. |
Michael: |
You need anything, get me on the headset. |
Trevor: |
Mike! Mike, you there? I got some poor bastard's dirt bike. |
Michael: |
Yeah okay, well, I ain't at the Observatory yet, start heading that way. |
Trevor: |
By the way, I know why you took me there, to that guy's house - understood. |
Michael: |
Understood what? That he's a terrifying psycho, and that you might have that in common? What is it? We gotta work for him. |
Trevor: |
We don't gotta work for anyone, but I read you, man. Loud and clear. |
Michael: |
What are you talking about? |
Trevor: |
All that Aztec stuff - those weird little artefacts. |
Trevor: |
The little fertility statues or whatever - the guy has trouble getting it up. We'll clear two, three million on those, easy. Perverts will pay anything for hope. |
Michael: |
We weren't casing the joint! |
Trevor: |
We didn't agree to a fee for this job, so what's it all about? |
Michael: |
Okay, the guy lives well. That doesn't mean we're robbing him, but it does mean he's got money to pay people who help him. When the time comes, he'll do the right thing. If he don't, please, let me handle it. |
Trevor: |
You don't get a wife like that without being rich and an asshole, right? |
Michael arrives at the Observatory and enters the van. |
Michael: |
Alright, I see the van with the gun in it. You nearby? |
Trevor: |
Not far out. Shoot the plane down, and I'll be ready. |
Michael: |
T, if you could see this gun, it might convince you Martin Madrazo ain't someone to be messing with. |
Trevor: |
The fancier the gun, the bigger the pussy who owns it. Now take down the jet. |
Michael observes the plane as it flies over Los Santos. |
Michael: |
There it is - out past Downtown. |
Michael: |
- The jet's moving. Got to give a lead.
- I gotta shoot in front to compensate for the speed of the jet.
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Michael takes three shots at the plane with the gun. The plane's right engine is wrecked and flames spew out as the fan blades are destroyed. The plane lurches and smoke billows from the right engine. |
Pilot: |
- Birdstrike!
- Engine's gone!
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Michael: |
- You see it? Plane's coming down, can you stay with it?
- Plane's coming down, you on it?
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Trevor gets on his motorbike and starts chasing the plane as it descends. |
Michael: |
We're plugged into the Air Traffic Control channel. Keep me updated. |
Trevor: |
Gotta take this off-road if I'm staying with the plane. |
Trevor: |
You think I can clear two lanes of traffic? |
Trevor uses a nearby ramp to jump over a bus travelling on the road. |
Pilot: |
This is flight November Niner Charlie Echo. Our engine number two has blown. |
Air Traffic Control: |
Roger, November Niner Charlie Echo. Fly heading two-four-zero. Say your souls on board. |
Trevor: |
The pilot's fighting it, but he's going down. |
Michael: |
Good. Stay on him. We need the files. |
The plane crosses into the Grand Senora Desert. |
Air Traffic Control: |
Flight November Niner Charlie Echo. Say your souls on board? |
Pilot: |
Two souls on board. Engine two totally lost. All hydraulics lost. All hydraulic systems are gone. |
Air Traffic Control: |
Roger, November Niner Charlie Echo. Where are you putting her down? |
Pilot: |
We're not gonna make the runway. Going to have to ditch this son-of-a-bitch and hope for the best. |
Michael: |
How you doing out there? We still got him? |
Trevor: |
I'm on him. He's passed the airfield. Landing ain't gonna be pretty. |
Air Traffic Control: |
Where are you putting it down? Can you make the Alamo Sea Airfield? |
Pilot: |
Can't pull it round. Going to have to put it down in a field somewhere. |
The plane, lurching left and right, crosses over the train tracks near the airfield. Trevor sees a freight train going down the tracks. |
Trevor: |
- There's a small matter of having to jump a moving train.
- Can't go around the train, gotta go over it.
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Trevor uses a nearby ramp to jump over the train cars. By now, the plane is passing over the town of Sandy Shores. |
Pilot: |
We have no hydraulic systems. No elevator control. Very little aileron control. Serious doubts of making a landing strip. Need to ditch. |
Air Traffic Control: |
Roger, November Niner Charlie Echo. Have you lost your manual flight control systems? Pull your slats. |
Trevor: |
- Ron, you better be working!
- How's business, Ronald?
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Trevor: |
Okay, this guy's going down any minute. |
Michael: |
Good. Let's hope he don't take out some poor farmer while he's at it. |
Trevor: |
Only thing they farm out here is methamphetamine. |
Michael: |
Ah, Trevor Philips country! |
Trevor: |
God, I miss it out here! You gotta come visit sometime. |
Michael: |
Yeah, you know what, I'm good. |
Pilot: |
Losing altitude rapidly. I'm going to have to bring it down in dirt. God help us. |
Air Traffic Control: |
Roger, November Niner Charlie Echo. What is your status? |
The plane makes a rough belly-landing in a farmer's field beside the highway. |
Trevor: |
They're in the dirt! |
Michael: |
Good. Get the files, and if the cousin made it, take him out. |
Trevor: |
Sure thing, but seriously, bro - coming all the way out here, we gotta get paid. |
Michael: |
Just do the job, I'll get us paid down the road. |
Trevor reaches the crashed plane. The pilot is dead in the cockpit, slumped over the instrument panel. Javier is still alive and standing outside. Another man, probably Javier's bodyguard, is groaning and writhing on the ground. |
Javier: |
- He's one of Martin's people!
- I'm an important guy, you gotta help me out!
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Trevor enters the smoking plane and retrieves a briefcase containing the files from the cockpit. Michael calls him after he exits the plane. |
Trevor: |
[coughing] Fine. Just fine. I got the files. I'll take 'em to Madrazo and explain the human cost of this errand. |
Michael: |
Well, take it easy, man. Listen to me. We'll talk about that later. I want you to just drop off the files. I gotta get rid of this rifle, then we'll talk. |
.Michael leaves the Galileo Observatory and destroys the van with the gun. He heads towards Martin Madrazo's house when Trevor calls him on the way there. |
Trevor: |
There's been a change of plans, you don't need to come to the Ranch. Meet me at Stoner Cement Works, a little up Senora Road from there. |
Michael: |
What are you doing, Trevor? |
Trevor: |
Nothing you wouldn't do. |
Michael: |
Trevor! Trevor! Ah! I wouldn't do... somehow, I don't believe that! |
.Michael arrives at the Stoner Cement Works and sits on a barrel. Trevor arrives in Martin Madrazo's SUV. |
Michael: |
[incredulous] The fuck has happened? Why do you have his car? |
Trevor: |
That piece of turd, huh? No wonder people are stabbing him in the back. |
Trevor: |
Cheap bastard. You know, I really don't know why you mess around with people like that, Mikey. I mean really, I don't-- |
Michael: |
[infuriated] Trevor! Answer the fucking question! |
Trevor: |
I asked for a fair day's pay after a fair day's work. Then he kinda got a little angry. So, I admit, I kinda got a little angry. |
Michael: |
Did you kill him? |
Trevor: |
What kinda fuckin' animal do you take me for? No, I didn't kill him. |
Michael: |
[despaired] Oh fuck. |
Trevor: |
But I did kidnap his wife! |
Trevor opens the trunk of the car to reveal Patricia, with her hands restrained and her mouth gagged. |
Michael: |
[exasperated] Oh no! Oh shit! The fuck did you do?! |
Trevor takes Patricia out and starts carrying her to the front seat. |
Trevor: |
I just told you what I just did. |
Trevor: |
Now, unfortunately, I think that we're gonna have to lay low for a little while while, y'know, we discuss things with Martin. |
Trevor: |
Why don't you pop in the back, alright? Now Patricia, she already called shotgun. Ha-ha! |
Michael gets into the back seat as Trevor closes the doors. |
Trevor: |
Now I know a nice little place we can hang out, you know, it's a very relaxing little spot. A little getaway if you will. A cabin in the woods. You know what I'm saying. |
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