| The Protagonist returns to the Agency to start this mission. Once it's started, they're outside their Agency. They get a call from Franklin and Imani. |
| Franklin: |
Okay, look, I'm headin' over to see Dre and let him know where we at. Imani, you got a lock on Johnny Guns yet? |
| Imani: |
So, I've got a rough idea based on a couple cell towers, but I can't be more precise than that. Here's the GPS for the closest tower... you'll need to track him down from there. |
| Franklin: |
A'ight, shit, good enough. 'Ey, get down there. |
| The Protagonist makes their way down to Textile City, the last known location of Johnny Guns. |
| Imani: |
Okay, the signal just picked up. You're close by. |
| Franklin: |
'Ey, eyes open. This motherfucker don't play. Better be ready for anything. |
| Johnny Guns: |
They're here! Take them motherfuckers out, and let's go! |
| He gets into a car and speeds away. The Protagonist takes cover inside a container car and must take out several waves of hired gunmen. |
| Franklin: |
Damn, a'ight, sounds like you got some shit to deal with. Imani, can you track Johnny's position while our friend concentrate on not gettin' shot? |
| Once the gunmen have been taken out..... |
| Imani: |
Okay, FYI, Johnny is making some serious calls. Private pilot, private kill squad... you know the kinda thing. |
| Franklin: |
Oh, nah. This motherfucker ain't goin' fly away from shit! 'Ey, get down to the airport. |
| Franklin: |
'Ey, I'm at the studio. I was just with Dre. He want to speak to Guns face to face. He heading down to meet you now. But y'all gotta keep Johnny Guns alive, alright? Don't get me wrong, you see this motherfucker, you start shootin'. Just don't put the final bullet in him yet. |
| As the Protagonist approaches the Devin Weston hangar at the airport... |
| Imani: |
Looks like Johnny's pulled up... you're coming up on him now. |
| Franklin: |
'Ey, this is it. I'm tired of chasing this motherfucker. 'Ey, get in there. |
| The Protagonist enters the hangar through a side door then takes down numerous gunmen standing in their way. |
| Franklin: |
'Ey, it sounds like some heavy shit. One way or another, this ending right here. |
| Johnny Guns: |
You think you real smart 'cause you found me, huh? I wanted this! |
| Johnny Guns: |
Hey, fuck y'all! |
| Johnny Guns: |
Go ahead! Run along and tell Dre to come himself! |
| They find Johnny Guns on a platform within the hangar, armed with a shotgun. They injure him. |
| Franklin: |
'Ey, is that it? 'Cause I don't hear nothing. But if that motherfucker's still alive, go get his ass! |
| The Protagonist grabs Johnny Guns. |
| Johnny Guns: |
Get your fuckin' hands off me! |
| They lead him through the side door of the hangar, where Dr. Dre is waiting for him. |
| Johnny Guns: |
Hold up, man. |
| Dr. Dre: |
You took something that belongs to me. |
| Johnny Guns: |
That's some bullshit. Got mad respect for you! |
| Dr. Dre: |
Respect? What the fuck do you know about respect? |
| Johnny Guns: |
Come on, man, you know me. |
| Dr. Dre: |
You just tried to blackmail me. |
| Johnny Guns: |
I had to hustle hard to get that thing, man. I was just trying to get paid. Listen, I'm sorry. I can wipe the files... track 'em down, so I can make this shit right, on God. |
| Dr. Dre: |
You just tried to kill me, but you know what, let's forget that for a minute. The tracks in my phone? That shit leaked, my n***a, the shit is out there. There's no putting that genie back in the bottle. Johnny, you think I'm a fucking dummy or somethin'? |
| Johnny Guns: |
You want me to keep it real? |
| Johnny Guns: |
And fuck you too, then. |
| Dr. Dre signals to the Protagonist to drop Johnny Guns. They do. He collapses to the ground. |
| Dr. Dre: |
Watch your fucking mouth. |
| Johnny Guns: |
Take your ass back to the golf course, motherfucker! This the streets! You're way out of your element, man. |
| Dr. Dre: |
It's funny that you should say that because... |
| Dr. Dre opens the tailgate of his Baller ST to reveal his golf bag. |
| Dr. Dre: |
I got my clubs right here. |
| He grabs one of the clubs. |
| Dr. Dre: |
And by the way, I like the 9-Iron, that's my favorite. Never fails me, you know. |
| He approaches Johnny Guns. |
| Dr. Dre: |
It feels so sweet, so nice, and you can really get ahold of it, you know what I mean? Now that's a great club. And I'll tell you what, man. |
| He kisses the head of the golf club, then uses it to strike Johnny Guns with each word he says next. |
| Dr. Dre: |
Bitch! Ass! Motherfucker! |
| He strikes Johnny Guns once more. He looks at him one last time and walks back toward the Baller ST. |
| Dr. Dre: |
I don't even feel bad anymore. The demos are out there, and there's nothing I can do about it. And you know what? Turns out... |
| He hands the club to one of his bodyguards. |
| Dr. Dre: |
'ey, golf does put me in a better mood. (to the Protagonist) Alright, can you give me a ride home? I got somethin' I want you to hear. Let's ride. |
| The Protagonist gets into a vehicle with Dr. Dre. If they're playing by themself, they get into the Itali GTB Custom. If they're with up to two other players, they get into the Baller ST. If they're with three other players, the host and two others will be in the Baller ST with Dre, the other will drive the Itali GTB Custom. |
| Dr. Dre: |
'Ey, listen. I feel like we been through a lot together, yeah? But this shit? This shit right here? It's put a lot of stuff in perspective for me. Jimmy was right. I've gotta stop holding on too tight, I've gotta start putting some of these demos out that I've been working on for so many years, you have no idea how much shit I've got. But you wanna hear something? |
| Dr. Dre takes out his phone. |
| Dr. Dre: |
Okay. This is a world premiere. Right here, right now. |
| The song "Fallin' Up" begins to play. The Protagonist peels out of the cargo area, drives around one of the airport roads, and end up driving along Greenwich Parkway toward the airport exit. |
| Dr. Dre: |
- I got the chopper waiting. Let's go.
- Hey, you know what? Let's get the fuck out of here. Let's bounce.
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| Dr. Dre: |
Ha. You fuckin' with it? What do you think? |
| The Protagonist remains silent. |
| Dr. Dre: |
Ha, okay. Guess I'll take that as a compliment... |
| "ETA" will play next. As they approach the Club... |
| Dr. Dre: |
Alright then... take it easy. |
| The Protagonist drives the car into the marked parking spot, where a helicopter is waiting. They get out of the car. Dr. Dre approaches the helicopter, then looks back at the Protagonist and nods. The Protagonist nods back. Dr. Dre boards the helicopter, sits, then looks back at the Protagonist the door closes. As it climbs, we see a view from the helicopter of the Protagonist standing by the Itali GTB Custom. We then see one final shot of the helicopter flying away, toward a yacht waiting offshore. MISSION PASSED |
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