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. |
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: |
Anyway, congratulations! 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 the award hanging 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 need 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. |
On the way out, Franklin and Lamar comment about the former's hairstyle. |
Lamar: |
(if the player didn't change Franklin's hairstyle) Hey, you still rollin' with that old raggedy ass hair? That country bumpkin shit is enough to get us shot right there. (if the player changed Franklin's hairstyle) At least you had that old raggedy ass hair restyled, I was about to have to drop your ass. |
Franklin: |
(if the player didn't change Franklin's hairstyle) I never took you to be all hair stylist-type bitch, but now it's all starting to make sense. (if the player changed Franklin's hairstyle) 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: |
Man, 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 'round 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, then drives past the two. |
Lamar: |
Shit man, play it cool. [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’s 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. Got to be in one of these motherfuckers. |
Franklin and Lamar search the lockups, and find nothing. |
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. |
Vagos Member 1: |
Hola, amigos! |
Vagos Member 1: |
Oh, we just saw you tryin' to creep up in here, man. |
Lamar: |
Yeah? You saw this, motherfucker? |
Lamar shoots the Vagos member in the chest, killing him. |
Vagos Member 2: |
Eh, come on down, everybody! Come on down! |
The other Vagos member runs off, and both parties prepare themselves for the ensuing gun fight. Lamar slides a Pistol to Franklin. |
Franklin: |
Hey, ni**a. I would have just gotten my ass beat over a fucking gun fight. |
Lamar: |
Man, stop being a pussy, ni**a, and grab that heat. |
The two begin to fight the Vagos, moving down the alley. |
Lamar: |
Find your bitch-ass some cover. |
They continue fighting the Vagos. Franklin may shoot a nearby canister, potentially destroying scaffolding above Lamar and wiping out several Vagos members. |
During the shootout, a group of Vagos attempt to flee in a Penumbra but crash, leaving a trail of petrol. Franklin may ignite it, blowing the car up. The Vagos are done. |
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, and get in a car in pursuit of the bike owner. |
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. |
The duo eventually intercept Jimenez and then part ways, with Franklin taking the motorcycle. |
Lamar: |
Take the bike and meet me at the car wash around the way. |
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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