Janet: |
You sure as shit are one dumb, ignorant, white trash, hillbilly, Wallis. |
Trevor: |
Cheng, Spreadsheet, let's head outside and talk terms. |
Translator: |
(to Tao) 来来来啦!快点!来来来啦!快点!Come, come, come! Hurry! |
Trevor: |
Gentlemen, I think I have proved that my organization can handle weight. And I think I have proved that my organization is a reliable supplier. In short, it's you and me, now give me some of that Goddamn X. |
Translator: |
I'm afraid we want to go down a different path. |
Translator: |
We want to explore other opportunities. |
Tao Cheng: |
你这个坏家伙。坏死了。要不要我帮你放松一下?你这个坏家伙。坏死了。要不要我帮你放松一下?You big crazy man. You crazy. You want a massage? |
Trevor: |
Shut the fuck up! |
Translator: |
Our boss, Mr. Cheng's father, wants something a little larger. We want to move drugs, perhaps guns. |
Trevor: |
This is my life's work. I mean since I was a little kid I-I dreamt big. Y'know, I've always wanted to be an international drug dealer and...weapons trader. Alright, so I'm begging you, let's make this happen. |
Translator: |
I'm very sorry. |
Trevor: |
You're sorry? You're fucking sorry?! I just spilled my fucking guts out to you and you say to me you're sorry. Who you working with? Hmm, who? |
Translator: |
I'm not at liberty to say. |
Trevor: |
Oh no, no, no. You're at fucking liberty, in fact, I'd say you are obliged. |
Trevor grabs a hold of Tao's head and starts beating him against a pillar. |
Trevor: |
Who? Fucking who, who, who, who?! |
Tao collapses to the pavement, clutching his head and wincing in pain. |
Translator: |
The O'Neil brothers. |
Trevor: |
The O'Neil brothers, huh? |
Trevor: |
Are you shitting me? |
Trevor: |
'Cause those fuckin' O'Neil brothers, I hear a little birdie tellin' me that they have a bit of a problem, since one of them's gonna have to be surgically removed from the skull of the other! Fuck you guys and fuck them! |
Translator (not in subtitles): |
[consoling Tao] 好了,好了,好了。好了,好了,好了。It's okay, it's okay, it's okay. |
While Tao Cheng's translator tends to his injuries, Trevor gets into his vehicle and heads to the O'Neil Ranch in Grapeseed. |
The radio plays "What A Fool Believes" by the Doobie Brothers. |
NOTE: The following dialogue will only play if the player doesn't change the radio station. |
Trevor: |
[groans] This music's all fucking wrong! (changes the station to Channel X) That's what I'm looking for! |
While Trevor heads to the ranch, he gets a phone call from Elwood O'Neil. |
Elwood (voice only): |
Trevor Philips. |
Trevor: |
Elwood O'Neil, fuck you. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! |
Elwood (voice only): |
Trevor, it's business. |
Trevor: |
That wide-eyed idiot was mine! |
Elwood (voice only): |
It's business, fella. You wanna discuss it, we're at the farm. Ernie, Earl, Walton, Wynn, Dale, Doyle, Daryl, Dan - all of us. |
Trevor: |
Start writing those names on tombstones, 'cause I'm on the way to your lab, and we're going to see how much of a family meth business you got when I'm done! Arghh! |
Trevor: |
- All! Of! You! Are! Going! To! Die!
- They're dead! All of them! Inbred hillbilly twats.
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Trevor arrives near the ranch and heads to a vantage point to scope out the place. Meanwhile, the O'Neil Brothers are shown doing various activities, like pushing barrels and shooting cans of Sprunk. Elwood comes over to warn his siblings. |
Elwood: |
I just spoke to that maniac Trevor. He's coming. Get down to the meth lab to protect it. |
Elwood: |
I hope he don't get through these idiots, but... we know they're idiots. Come on, let's go see them Chinese fellas. |
While the other O'Neil brothers go to protect the ranch's meth lab, Elwood and his two other brothers Walton and Wynn leave in a Dubsta. |
Trevor (not in subtitles): |
Oh, how many brothers you got, you inbred freaks? I don't know how I'm gonna do it, but I'll kill the lot of you, and I'll torch your cookhouse! |
Trevor starts killing the O'Neil brothers and makes his way to the ranch. |
O'Neil Brothers: |
- Find him or he'll kill us!
- Well fuck me, if it ain't him!
- Keep him away!
- It's fucking Trevor fucking Philips!
- You stay out there, we'll stay in here!
- You're. Dead!
- Fuckin' asshole!
- He can't come down here! Stop him!
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Trevor: |
- This don't look like a larger operation to me.
- Fuckin' O'Neils!
- I'm coming for you.
- Let's see if we can't cut you down to size.
- How about a merger, you pricks?
- It's over!
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Trevor heads inside the O'Neil brothers' house. |
O'Neil Brothers: |
- Fucking guard this fucking place!
- He ain't taking our crank!
- The motherfucker's in the house, boys!
- You in our house now!
- Get that motherfucker out the house!
- Hey, fuck you. Go home!
- Hey, back to your fucking trailer!
- You gonna die in this cook house!
- Hey, fatass!
- Fuck Trevor Philips, man. Fuck him!
- Yeah, fuck you, dealer man!
- You get out this property!
- You gonna be buried in this basement!
- Keep him out the lab!
- You fucking weirdo, get gone!
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Trevor advances through the house and heads for the basement. |
O'Neil Brothers: |
- Crap! He's heading for the basement!
- You ain't getting at the lab!
- Don't let him down here!
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Trevor: |
- I'm going to kill you!
- Takeover time!
- You assholes!
- Get your own fuckin' business.
- Where you gone, fuckers?
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Trevor gets to the meth lab in the basement. |
Dale: |
- Aww, shit! He's down here!
- Shit! He's in the lab!
- Don't come any closer, alright?
- You win. You can have the contract. We ain't got any ambition, man.
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Trevor kills the last remaining O'Neil and and picks up a Jerry Can. |
Trevor (not in subtitles): |
Gas in a meth lab? Oh, you're gonna burn, you idiots. Here we go. |
Trevor starts pouring a trail of gasoline going outside from the meth lab through the entrance. Once he finishes pouring, Trevor ignites the trail. |
Trevor: |
- Everything you've built! See how it feels!
- I'm gonna burn it to the ground.
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Trevor: |
Burn, you disrespectful pricks. |
The flames follow the trail until they reach the meth lab and engulf it, causing the entire house to explode. |
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