The Protagonist returns to the Agency to start this mission. Once it's started, they're outside their Agency with a Champion parked outside. They get a call from Franklin. |
Franklin: |
Okay, Dre's looking out for you at the studio. And this shit goes without saying, man... don't be fuckin' up his car, alright? |
On the way from the Agency to Record A Studios, whether or not the Protagonist is driving Dre's Champion, Franklin will contact them again. |
Franklin: |
Hey, listen up! I just got a text from Jimmy. Sounds like Johnny Guns sent his boys to the studio... they shooting the whole place to shit! 'Ey, get over there right now! |
They arrive at Record A Studios to find several hired gunmen shooting at it. They turn their attention toward the Protagonist. |
Franklin: |
'Ey, think fast, a'ight, let's go! |
Franklin: |
'Ey, shit, man, Johnny Guns ain't playin'! |
Franklin: |
'Ey, we gotta move, shit, you gotta get in there! |
Franklin: |
'Ey, we don't got time to waste! 'Ey, keep droppin' these assholes! |
Franklin: |
'Ey, how many guys did this motherfucker send? |
Once the Protagonist has taken out all the gunmen outside the studio... |
Franklin: |
Hey, do you see Dre? Get inside and find him! |
The Protagonist enters Record A Studios. |
???: |
What the fuck are you waiting for? Start shootin', motherfucker! |
The Protagonist takes out numerous hired gunmen, some of which spawn behind them. During the fight, Dr. Dre can be seen working in the control room. After taking out the gunmen, they enter the control room. |
Dr. Dre: |
Now that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about. |
Dr. Dre: |
Is anyone still breathin'? |
Jimmy: |
Don't worry. These guys ain't getting back up. |
Dr. Dre: |
Hey... You know what, I gotta thank you for coming through. |
Jimmy: |
Okay. I get it. Can we go now? |
Three Unnamed Party Girls enter the room. |
Dr. Dre: |
Yeah, calm down. Listen, I don't care how many shooters he sends... Johnny Guns will never run me out of my own fuckin' studio. |
Jimmy: |
Johnny Guns? WesLos Records Johnny Guns? I thought he was dead! |
Dr. Dre: |
Oh, he's about to be. |
Jimmy: |
Dre, did you see what just happened? Let's get the fuck out of here. |
Dr. Dre: |
Nah, nah, nah, nah. Let's call Pooh, and clean this place up. Girls, pour yourselves a drink, chill out. (to the Protagonist) And you... you stick around. We're gonna show Johnny Guns that we don't back down for no fuckin' body. |
Dr. Dre raises the volume on a couple of tracks on a control board, and the instrumental track for "Black Privilege" is playing. Several other people have entered the control room and begin drinking and partying. Eventually our view pans over the clock in the control room. It shows 12:00. A time lapse shows the clock advancing 25 hours. Our view pans down to show DJ Pooh entering the control room as the instrumental track for "The Scenic Route" begins playing. DJ Pooh approaches the Protagonist and takes a bottle of Macbeth from them. |
DJ Pooh: |
Gimme that. I spent two hours hauling bodies to the dump. I need this more than you. |
DJ Pooh takes a swig straight from the bottle. He approaches two of the party girls. |
DJ Pooh: |
Y'all listen to West Coast Classics? |
The music fades. Someone else enters the room. |
Anderson .Paak: |
'Ey, Doc, what up? |
Dr. Dre: |
AP. What's up, bro? How you doin'? |
Anderson .Paak: |
I'm good, bro. |
Dr. Dre: |
Thanks for comin' out, bro. |
Anderson .Paak: |
Yo... I heard what went down over here, bro... what the fuck? That shit ain't right. |
Dr. Dre: |
Yeah, yeah, don't worry about that, man. I got-- |
Anderson .Paak: |
You good? |
Dr. Dre: |
I got some new people that I can trust, now. |
Anderson .Paak: |
Okay, what you tryin' to do now? |
Dr. Dre: |
What I'm always tryin' to do, I'm tryin' to work. You with me? |
Anderson .Paak: |
Yes, Lord! |
We next see Anderson .Paak on the drums. |
Dr. Dre: |
Turn-- turn him up, Lo. Let's get it, let's get it. Gimme somethin' |
Anderson .Paak lays down a beat on the drums. |
Anderson .Paak: |
A'ight. ... That's hard, that's hard. |
Anderson .Paak: |
I like this! |
Dr. Dre: |
Yeah, you're killing it. That's what's up. ... Yeah, yeah. ... Okay, AP. Yeah. |
Back in the Control Room, Dr. Dre and Anderson .Paak have gathered at the control board. |
Dr. Dre: |
Okay, check it out. Listen to this. |
Dr. Dre turns up the volume, revealing the backing track to his song "ETA." |
Dr. Dre: |
Just think about that. |
Anderson .Paak nods his head to the beat. |
Anderson .Paak: |
Yeah. That's nice! Turn that up, bro, hold up. |
Dr. Dre: |
Yeah, yeah, yeah. |
Anderson .Paak: |
You kiddin' me? |
Dr. Dre: |
I feel like we should rock out on this and go back and forth. |
Anderson .Paak: |
Mmhmm. That's some hip hop shit. |
Dr. Dre: |
Yeah, you feel me? |
Anderson .Paak: |
Absolutely. |
Dr. Dre: |
What about that? |
Anderson .Paak: |
I'm rockin' to this, yep. |
Anderson .Paak: |
Is the mic hot? |
Lola: |
I got you. ... Mic is on. |
Dr. Dre: |
Put him... Put him on seventeen and eighteen... me on nineteen and twenty. |
Dr. Dre: |
A'ight, y'all ready? Let's hear it. |
They begin rapping to the song. |
Anderson .Paak: |
Yeah, been around, versatile, South of France, Rosecrans Pin 'em up, knock 'em down, baby, I don't hold hands |
Anderson .Paak: |
Big booty, lil' dawg, joggin' by Kenneth Hahn Tryna get her fitness on, bitch, just hop in the car |
Dr. Dre: |
Uh, I been around, marathon, Compton to Avalon Me and Anderson, this is like Royal Tenenbaums |
Anderson .Paak: |
No one goes to cinemas, so we on demand They want a hologram, it's TikTok and dances |
Dr. Dre: |
Big shot, been the bomb, make me reminisce upon I remеmber me and Dogg, swap meet, Dickies on |
Anderson .Paak: |
Whеn was that? In '93? |
Dr. Dre: |
You probably wasn't even born |
Anderson .Paak: |
Dre, I think you need to trade the Range for the 6-4 |
Dr. Dre: |
Shit, I've been going back and forth, Chevy or Aventador Took a walk in the park, |
Anderson .Paak: |
N***a, that's your backyard Say, Dre, where you get them shrooms with the chocolate? |
Dr. Dre: |
The same place that I saw them gods out in Panama |
Recording of the song ends, to the applause of everyone else in the room. |
Anderson .Paak: |
That shit slapped, bro! |
Dr. Dre: |
Yeah. Bring that back, let's hear that. |
Lola replays the recording in the control room. |
Dr. Dre: |
Yeah. Okay. ... Little more bass in our voices... And a little bit more sizzle... Little more sizzle too. |
As the replay continues, Anderson .Paak and Dr. Dre get into it. |
Anderson .Paak: |
Yeah. I'm lovin' it. Okay. |
Dr. Dre: |
A'ight, a'ight. Yeah... |
Dr. Dre and Anderson .Paak begin singing along. The replay eventually ends. |
Anderson .Paak: |
Crazy, bro. |
Anderson .Paak: |
'Ey, put that straight to tape, man. |
Dr. Dre: |
Yeah, I like it. |
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