NOTE: The following scene only appears if the mission is started with Michael. |
Tracey (Voice only): |
You're such a fucking dictator! |
The scene cuts to Tracey arguing with her mother, Amanda, in the kitchen. |
Tracey: |
Why the fuck not? |
Amanda: |
He's not staying the night! He's a bum! I don't even know why you are with him! |
Tracey: |
Oh my God! I don't give a shit! |
The scene cuts to Michael going to the pool with a drink while smoking. |
Amanda (Voice only): |
He's a bum! He is homeless! |
Tracey (Voice only): |
Are you kidding me?! He doesn't have anywhere to go! |
Amanda (Voice only): |
I don't care! |
Tracey (Voice only): |
Oh my God! |
Amanda (Voice only): |
I do, you hear me? I don't care! |
Tracey (Voice only): |
Oh my God! You have no say... |
Amanda (Voice only): |
Keep your mouth shut! What I do is none of your business! |
Tracey (Voice only): |
I fucking saw him! |
Amanda (Voice only): |
And watch your language! I'm gonna call your father and you're gonna get your ass kicked! |
Tracey (Voice only): |
It's not fair! I hope someone cuts your brake cables! |
Amanda (Voice only): |
I swear to God, you kill me! |
Tracey (Voice only): |
You kill me! |
Amanda (Voice only): |
You know it's not that I wish I... |
Tracey (Voice only): |
Stupid bitch... |
Michael sits down on his lawn chair and puts some earphones on to drown out his family's arguing. He turns on his IFruit phone and puts on "I Don't Care Anymore" by Phil Collins before relaxing and having a drink. |
NOTE: The cutscene starts here if the mission is started with Franklin. |
Franklin arrives at the pool. Michael notices Franklin and takes off his sunglasses. He then takes off his earphones. |
Michael: |
What do you want? |
Franklin: |
Man, I come by that drink you ordered. That's all. |
Michael: |
I wasn't really serious about that. |
Michael: |
You're here, whatever. Sit. |
Franklin sits down on another lawn chair next to Michael. |
Michael: |
You're not gonna rob me again? |
Franklin: |
Man, I never robbed you. That was just a repossession. |
Michael: |
(chuckles) Okay...you call it whatever you wanna call it. I really don't care. (smokes) What can I do for ya? |
Franklin: |
Shit, I just came by to see if there's somethin' I can help you with. I see you doin' well for yourself. |
Michael: |
Look...I'm retired. |
Franklin: |
Ain't you a bit young for the pipe, slippers, and starin' at a fuckin' sunset? |
Michael: |
You know, I've been in this game for a lot of years, and I got out alive. That makes me the right age. You look like a good kid. If you want my advice, you give this shit up. You work hard, screw over everybody that you love, hurt, rob, kill indiscriminately and maybe...just maybe, if you're lucky, you become a three-bit gangster. It's bullshit. Go to college. Then you can rip people off and get paid for it. It's called capitalism. |
Franklin: |
Hmm, so what I saw the other day was like when a corpse briefly reanimates itself and terrorizes everyone, right? |
Michael: |
What you saw the other day...was a guy dealing with pests. |
Franklin: |
I guess I never saw myself as just a fuckin' pest. |
Michael: |
Well, then today's lesson's all about humility. Tomorrow we'll try a training montage. |
Franklin: |
A training what? |
Michael: |
Nothin'. I was just lost in an eighties movie fantasy. |
Franklin: |
Yeah, I can see you spend a lot of time there. |
Michael: |
Yeah, as much as I can. |
Franklin: |
So that's why you here in Vinewood, then, right? |
Michael: |
Maybe I'm here because I'm just an idiot who thinks that imported palm trees are a good substitute for not really knowing what the fuck you're doing on this earth. |
Franklin: |
Jesus, man. You a good time, you know that? |
Michael gets up from his lawn chair and takes his phone. |
Michael: |
I'll tell you what, least I can do is buy you that beer. There's a little bar I like, it's not too far from here. Let's go. |
Franklin: |
Alright, man. I'm following you. |
Michael: |
*We're taking my wife's car. *(sigh) Let's take Amanda's car. |
As Michael and Franklin head towards Amanda's car, Michael gets a phone call from his son, Jimmy. |
Michael: |
Hey Jim, I'm going for a drink w... |
Jimmy (Voice only): |
Dad, shit! I'm in our boat going down the Western Highway. It's... it's been stolen. |
Michael: |
What? The yacht's been stolen? |
Jimmy (Voice only): |
I was trying to sell it. I know you didn't want it sold, but I need money, and they don't want to buy it, they just want to take it. I'm hiding in the head. |
Michael: |
You're insane! Alright, I'm coming, for my boat! |
NOTE: The following text will appear if Michael hangs up on Jimmy. |
Jimmy (Text only): |
Dad - come quick! These guys are stealing ur yacht, we're heading towards the freeway. Totes not my fault! |
Michael: |
Alrighty, then. Change of plans. My darling boy is in trouble. |
Franklin: |
I'll do what I can to help with that, man. |
Michael and Franklin get into Amanda's car and head towards Pacific Bluffs. |
Michael: |
Lesson number one: don't ever have kids. |
Franklin: |
Hey man, look, if I had kids, I don't think no parenting issues would arise over who had boat privileges and who don't. Shit, motherfuckers be lucky to sit in a bath tub. |
Michael: |
Shit, things that desperate, huh? |
Franklin: |
Nah, but, you know, shit, I was making a point. |
Michael: |
Mythologizing self-deprecation. I know it well... |
Franklin: |
Yeah man, but shit, where the boat at? |
Michael: |
Little shit's been hijacked. They're somewhere on the Western Highway. |
Franklin: |
Man, ain't you worried? |
Michael: |
About my boat? Yeah, I am. |
Franklin: |
But you can always buy another boat. |
Michael: |
Yeah, tell my accountant that. |
Franklin: |
Man, you can always get credit for one. |
Michael: |
And have you come and repo it? No thank you. |
Franklin: |
Alright, homie. |
Michael: |
I ain't your homie, I'm someone you wanna impress. |
Franklin: |
Really? Man, I thought you was retired. Why the fuck do I want to impress some slipper-wearing motherfucker? |
Michael: |
Because I can still teach you a thing or two. Maybe help you open the door to all the joys that boat-related parenting issues entail. |
Franklin: |
So I'ma help you get this boat back, right? |
Michael: |
That you are, my friend. |
As Michael and Franklin approach Western Highway, they see a truck hauling Michael's yacht. |
Michael: |
Oh! There! There! There it is! That's my boat! |
Franklin: |
Your boat's in a fuckin' hurry, man. |
Michael: |
Yeah, well, we'll catch 'em. |
Michael: |
Sure. Once I get us up close, you're the boarding party. |
Franklin: |
More like the falling in traffic party. |
Michael: |
You'll be fine. Anything happens, I got a piece in the glove box. I'll cover you. |
Franklin: |
Oh yeah, man. Fine. Just fucking fine. So you thought of everything, right? |
Michael: |
Well you said you wanted to learn the old way of doing things. This is the old way. |
Michael gets Franklin close to the yacht, and Franklin jumps onto the yacht, dealing with Marabunta Grande thugs that get in his way. |
Michael: |
Hey, aren't they stealing this to sell it? Come on! Ah, too close! |
Franklin: |
Get 'yo ass out of here. |
As Franklin fights with the thieves, one of them inadvertedly shoots the Sentinel's engine. |
Michael: |
*Not the engine! Shit! The fucking engine! *Oh, they didn't! They fucking shot the engine! Fuck! |
Franklin throws one of the thieves off the yacht. |
Michael: |
*Throw him overboard! *Hey, stop throwing assholes at me! *Knock it off, you thieving pricks. *You got four lanes to throw guys at. |
Franklin deals with another thief, getting into another fist fight. |
Michael: |
Be cool, Frank. Be cool. Shit. You're pirates - you know that? |
Michael shoots another thief. |
Michael: |
Okay! Now, go find Jimmy! |
Jimmy: |
Dad? Wait! You're the guy from the dealership? |
Franklin: |
Yup. And it's a long story, bro. |
Jimmy gets snagged by the yacht's boom. |
Michael: |
Jimmy! Kid, watch out for the boom! Fuck, hold on. |
Jimmy: |
Arrghh! Dad! Help! Help! Help! |
Michael lines the car with the boom and catches his son. |
Michael: |
The fuck is wrong with you, kid? |
Michael: |
Don't "Dad" me, you little shit. You better hope she's still seaworthy. |
NOTE: If Michael doesn't save Jimmy, as well as Franklin, in time, the Sentinel's engine starts to malfunction which forces Michael to pull over at the end of the bridge as he stops and repeatedly hits the stirring wheel in anger. |
Michael: |
Fuuuuuck! Arrrrrgh! |
The Mission Fails for not saving everyone in time. |
Franklin: |
Hey, shoot this motherfucker! |
One of the thieves falls off from the boom. |
Michael: |
Yeeeeesh! Nah...shit. Come on, kid. Come on, kid. |
Franklin: |
Hey! Get me off of this damn thing! |
Michael catches Franklin as he lands on the car's bonnet. |
Franklin: |
Remind me not to come to you for parenting advice. |
Michael: |
*All-a-fuckin'-board? Let's stop this ship from sailing. *That everyone? Alright, time to get the boat back. |
NOTE: If Michael doesn't save Franklin in time, the Sentinel's engine starts to malfunction which forces Michael to pull over at the end of the bridge as he stops and hits the stirring wheel in frustration. |
Jimmy: |
Dad, don't be all butt hurt. At least you got me out of there. |
Michael: |
You listen to me, you little shit! That kid just jumped off the hood of a moving car to save your ass, and now he's gone! And so is my boat! |
The Mission Fails for not saving everyone in time. |
Jimmy: |
This is getting really weird, pop. |
The Sentinel's engine starts to malfunction. |
Jimmy: |
Ooooh, now that doesn't sound good. |
Franklin: |
Damn, that's the engine, man. We ain't chasing shit in this thing. |
Michael: |
*Don't break down. Not yet. *Come on, stay with me. Stay with me... |
The yacht goes out of Michael, Jimmy and Franklin's view. |
Michael: |
(groans) My fucking boat! |
Jimmy: |
Hey...it's just a thing! At least you've still got a son... |
Franklin: |
Eh. There's a chop shop back there, dog. You drive us there, we can get the ride fixed. |
Jimmy: |
It's just a thing. |
Jimmy: |
Please stop doing that... Listen... I fucked up, okay...I'm not going to lie. That was...a really bad judgment call...but...shit, Dad, I nearly died, and all you give a shit about is this fucking boat?! |
Michael: |
No...it's not that...it's... |
Jimmy: |
All we do is scream at each other...no wonder I can't get a job...It's all your fucking fault. Or, it's not...but it's partly your fault. I...I mean, I just want to impress you. |
Michael: |
By selling my boat to some gang bangers? |
Jimmy: |
I know it sounds dumb when you put it like that...but all you do is daydream or get angry... |
Michael: |
Look, I love you, Jimmy, but you're an asshole, and right now, with my boat disappearing over the horizon, that's all I can see... Franklin, would you do me a favor and give this kid a ride home after they've fixed this thing? I want to headbutt the road in peace. |
Jimmy: |
Oh, great - leave me with the home invader! |
Franklin: |
I'll get it done, dog, no problem. |
Jimmy: |
(not in subtitles) Dad! |
Michael: |
Enough, alright? Enough. Franklin, do me a favor, call me a taxi, will you? |
Franklin: |
Sure thing, man. |
Franklin: |
Hey, I need a cab as soon as you can send one. Los Santos Customs, by the airport. A'ight, thanks. |
Franklin: |
Eh, man, we might be able to find the boat, you know. |
Michael: |
We ain't gonna find it, it's gone. |
Franklin: |
Man, I can ask around... |
Michael: |
Don't worry about it, it's gone. I'll call the insurance company. |
Franklin: |
You covered for fire and theft, right? |
Michael: |
I'm guessing they don't get too many piracy claims on the Great Ocean Freeway, you know. Fuck, I hate paperwork. |
Franklin: |
Eh, so you, ehh, do much yachting? |
Michael: |
Not anymore, no. I don't. |
Franklin: |
Before, I mean, man. |
Michael: |
Nah, nah, not really. This little shit stays in his room all day, and I don't have many other people to go with, you know. I liked looking at it. |
Michael: |
Yeah, you know, I'd come down to the marina, sit on the dock, pour myself a drink and look at her - Jacqueline. It'd clear my head, you know, let me dream. |
Franklin: |
Jacqueline, huh? Well, maybe you need to do some other shit to fill your time. Dream other dreams, man. |
Michael: |
Yeah, sure, whatever. |
Michael, Franklin and Jimmy approach Los Santos Customs. |
Franklin: |
Hey, this the place up here. I know this dude, man, his name's Hao. He goin' look after. |
Michael: |
Take what's in my pocket - a couple of thousand bucks. That'll cover it, right? |
Franklin: |
Yeah, should be cool. |
Michael, Jimmy and Franklin arrive at Los Santos Customs. |
Michael: |
So, you sure you're good? |
Franklin: |
Yeah, I got this. |
Michael gets out of the car. As Franklin takes the driver's seat, Jimmy climbs over to the front passenger seat. |
Jimmy: |
Ooo, and I'm gonna come up front. |
Michael: |
Get out and walk around. |
Jimmy: |
It's okay, I can just climb over. |
Franklin: |
Look, I'm gonna get the ride fixed, man, and drop it back off at your house along with this dude. It's all good though, man. You go and get your head right, alright? |
Michael: |
Alright. Listen, thanks for today. Appreciate it. You stop back out to the house, we'll talk. |
Franklin: |
Fo' sho, man. Hey, sorry we didn't get your boat, man. |
Michael hails a taxi and gets into it. |
Jimmy: |
Come on, man. Let's trick this whip, homie. |
Franklin and Jimmy drive into Los Santos Customs. |
Hao: |
(if the player didn't complete Shift Work) Still need to get you out for one of the races, Franklin. See if you drive as fast as you talk. (if the player lost the race against Hao) Surprised you're not still licking your wounds after losing that race, Franklin. (if the player won the race against Hao) For a second, I thought you'd just come here to talk smack about that race you won. |
Franklin gets Amanda's car fixed up. |
Jimmy: |
*Alright. Good as new. *Reconditioned, sweet. |
Franklin: |
I'ma take you home now. |
Jimmy: |
It's Franklin, right? |
Franklin: |
Yeah, Franklin. Or the credit fraud guy, the home invader, you know what, call me what you like, man. |
Jimmy: |
Yeah, ahh, no. I mean, sure... |
Franklin: |
Jimmy, ain't it? Or James? |
Jimmy: |
Jimmy. Or, just, like... Jizzle? |
Franklin: |
(chuckles) No man, I'll just stick with Jimmy, homie. |
Jimmy: |
So, ahh, what's the deal, man? |
Jimmy: |
You and my old man? I see you at the dealership. Then someone steals my whip. And Pop is all like, he's been down there to talk to you guys. |
Franklin: |
Your pops did more than talk. |
Franklin: |
Look, man, if he ain't tell you, I ain't gonna tell you. But I lost my fuckin' job and I thought maybe he could help me find a new one. |
Jimmy: |
Dude, my dad is retired. Like, fully. Like, his only marketable skills are watching TV and daytime drinking. |
Franklin: |
Man, look, I dunno homie, he seems okay to me. Shit, he saved your ass. |
Franklin: |
Nah, nah, man. Well, well, maybe we good together, you know? Like, maybe we can get shit done we couldn't do separately. |
Jimmy: |
If it keeps him out of the house, that's cool by me. |
Franklin: |
Yeah, well, we'll see. |
Jimmy: |
Look, I'm sorry my dad lost you your job. It's hard out there. Tough. I mean, I'm employmentally challenged at the moment. |
Franklin: |
Oh, you got fired, dude? Damn, that's rough. |
Jimmy: |
Not fired, as such, I didn't get a job. |
Franklin: |
I've been there, homie. You been putting them resumes out there, but no one's hiring, huh? |
Jimmy: |
No, I, uhh, I didn't get a job. I've never had a job. It feels like hard work, life. The days just kind of disappear. Hey, you play Righteous Slaughter? |
Franklin: |
Nah. Not since the first couple. |
Franklin and Jimmy arrive back at Michael's home. |
Jimmy: |
Yo! So, like, since we're both unemployed, like, we could run together, you know? |
Franklin: |
Yeah, I'll think about it, homie. |
Jimmy: |
Or, or, we could just, like, chop it, y'know? Play darts or get our drink on? Strip clubs? Come on, dude, I get real crazy. |
Franklin: |
Yeah, I got your number should I need it, man. But, uh...hey-hey, you know what? Man, go easy on your pops, dog. Alright? |
Franklin: |
(chuckles) Exactly, man. |
Jimmy: |
My brother from another mother. I mean...I-I hope so 'cause my mom was kind of a skank back in the day. See ya! |
Franklin: |
Yeah, whatever, homie. Peace! |
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