Michael (Voice only): |
Hey, kid. How you doing? |
Franklin: |
Shit, not too good, dog. Look, man, we need to talk, but somewhere quiet. |
Michael (Voice only): |
Alright, listen, let's take a drive out of town. You and me, we'll meet off Route 68, by that field of satellite dishes. |
Franklin: |
All the way out there? Yeah, alright, man. Sure. |
Franklin hangs up, and after a while he phones Trevor. |
Trevor (Voice only): |
Frankie. |
Franklin: |
Eh, T, man. I'm in trouble, dog. I think I got to take out Michael. |
Trevor (Voice only): |
Got to? |
Franklin: |
Yeah, man, look, the FIB, man, they trying to get me to clap you. And Devin Weston, he trying to get me to ice Michael. And I thought, if I...if I do that, man, maybe we got some room, you know? |
Trevor (Voice only): |
So, wh-what are you telling me this for? |
Franklin: |
'Cause, dog, I'm doing this for us. I thought you could... |
Trevor (Voice only): |
Well, I can't! You're turning on him? I have had enough traitors in my life! |
Franklin: |
Man, your ass could say thank you. Shit. |
Trevor (Voice only): |
You deserve each other. |
Franklin: |
Hey! What's up? |
Michael: |
You seem kinda agitated... |
Franklin: |
Man, shit ain't good right now. |
Michael: |
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. |
Michael: |
Oh, shit. Hold on. |
Michael answers the phone call. |
Michael: |
Hey baby. What's up? Really? Tracey? College? Our Tracey? Real college? You gotta be kiddin' me... That's great. Alright, well, hey, listen, let me talk to you a little later, alright? Yeah, I just gotta wrap up some business here. Alright. Bye. |
Michael: |
Ah, Amanda. Say she wants me to bring you round the house sometime for dinner... one of these nights, huh? Fuck... I mean I don't know what I did to deserve this motherfucking luck. I got my kids back. My wife, And a job that I love. I mean, I made it. We made it. You and me, bro. (little pause) What...? |
Franklin: |
I like you, dog, and you know this. I risked everything for your ass, dog. |
Franklin: |
Look, man. Me and you know this shit ain't over, dog. We both realists... |
Michael: |
The fuck is this? Y...You? You came here to fuckin' clip me? You? Fuck! |
Franklin tries to shoot Michael, but he misses, and chases Michael who escapes through railway. |
Franklin: |
*Really? We really going on a train track? *The train tracks? Come on. |
The train appears on chase. |
Franklin: |
*You see that train, asshole? Shit - I ain't getting past there. Argh. *Fuuuck! *Fuck, man, you kidding me? |
Franklin: |
Shit. Michael! Hey, man. Where you going? |
Franklin: |
I don't like doing this, man! *Man, this ain't personal. *If there was another way, man! *I thought about it, man. This the only way. |
Franklin: |
Come out, man. Let's do this. Me and you. No use running, man. Come out. We'll finish this. |
After Franklin reaches next stairs... |
Michael: |
Franklin! You were like a son to me. |
Franklin: |
We both used each other. That's what happened. |
Michael tries to shoot Franklin. |
Franklin: |
This gotta end right here, man! *I know you understand this - I know it. *I like you, man. That's what makes this hard. *I had to act, homie! I'm sorry! |
Franklin: |
Michael, man. I gotta look after myself. |
Michael: |
There's the difference between us. I was looking out for you. |
Franklin: |
Dude. That ain't true. |
Michael climbs the ladder. |
Franklin: |
Why you going up there? |
Franklin: |
This was a hard decision! *This is what it takes - for me to get out, dog. *We in a corner, bro! This'll get me out! You a snitch, okay? You know what that means! *Actions got consequences, a'ight? |
Franklin reaches and climbs the ladder, evading Michael's shots. |
Michael: |
Who put you up to this? Trevor? You're an idiot! We should take him out together. Right now. We'll roll on T. I brought you into my home, Franklin. You met my wife and my kids. You're gonna die here, you prick. I can promise you that! Fuck you, Franklin! Fuck you! |
Franklin climbed up the ladder then runs into Michael aiming his gun. |
Michael: |
Come on, you prick. I taught you everything you know. |
Franklin: |
Not everything. I was here long before you, and I'll be here after yo' ass. |
Michael: |
Oh, we'll see about that, you fuck. I'll take you every time. |
Michael shoots at Franklin, but he runs away. |
Michael: |
Every fucking time! |
Michael: |
Fucking-A-right! |
Franklin comes from behind and tackles and punches Michael. |
Franklin: |
I was your bitch! I could have been staring down the barrel of your gun any fucking day, you motherfucker! |
Michael: |
You just keep telling yourself that! It ain't gonna make you feel any better! |
Franklin: |
Past performance, homie! People don't fucking change! |
Michael: |
You did! You! Two-bit gangster gone three-bit. And now you're gonna... cap the only one who was ever decent to you! ARGHH!!! No, I trusted you. I took you in. Treated you like family! |
Franklin pushes Michael off the tower and grabs his hand. |
Franklin: |
Michael, let's just... |
Franklin: |
Eh, you told me, when the time came. I'd know. I'm sorry! |
Michael: |
You hypocrite! I shoulda clipped you when you broke into my house. |
Franklin: |
Man, I'm sorry. It's like you said... I understand. |
Michael: |
You don't understand nothing! I'm all you got! You made the wrong call! Argh! I'll bring you down with me! I'm taking you down! You're coming in the ground with me! Franklin! You greedy prick! |
If Franklin drops Michael |
Franklin accidentally let go of Michael as he falls. |
Michael: |
Aaargh! |
Franklin grabs Michael but he gets headbutted while Michael falls. |
Franklin: |
OW! |
Either way, Michael falls to his death. |
Franklin: |
Oh, f... fuck! (cries) Oh... fuck... (cries) Fuck... |
Lamar's Voicemail: |
What up, what up? This is your boy LD, leave one. |
Franklin: |
Hey Lamar! It's me homie. Look, I was just calling to see how you was doing, dog. Uh. Maybe we could hangout or something? Man, I know I've been caught up in shit, man, but shit's been real crazy, homie. But it's dealt with now. Fuck, man, you know how it is, homie, you just start running, and shit. Then all of a sudden your legs give and you just can't run no more. Anyway man, man just hit me, dog. We brothers homie, alright? Peace. |
Sleepwalking starts playing and the credits roll. |
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