Devin: |
Slick! Oh, you must be Michael’s boy. Oh, man... Sometimes enlightenment, it can be a real bitch. Good to meet you. |
Devin extends his hand to Franklin, which is left unshaken. |
Franklin: |
Yeah, likewise, homie. |
Molly: |
We hear you’re a competent repo guy, yes? |
Devin: |
Yeah, this is kinda like a little hobby of mine, requisitioning the underappreciated... possessions of my contemporaries for some wealthy communists in China who will value them much more. |
Devin: |
Robbing my so called friends, Slick. Why? Why? Because they have things nobody else has, because they can afford it, because frankly enough I’m rich enough to do whatever the fuck I want, and you’re poor enough not to ask me any Goddamn stupid questions. Now, I mean that as a friend. Namaste. |
Trevor: |
That’s a nice fucking speech about the value of friendship. |
Devin: |
Aaah, of course! You must be the creepy one... |
Trevor: |
And that’s coming from you? Please! Mmmmm... what’s going on? |
Devin: |
You’re gonna dress up as traffic cops and you’re gonna rob two trust fund kids that I know and dislike intensely. |
Molly: |
We can get a good price for the vehicles in Asia. Look, complete the work, you’ll all be well paid. |
Devin: |
You’re late, sugar tits. |
Michael: |
Yup, so what’s going on? |
Trevor: |
Oh, oh-ho-ho! You... finally get to realize your childhood dream and dress up as a cop! |
Molly: |
Mr. Weston’s research team suggests the boys like to ride on the Senora Freeway. |
Molly is led into the back of a Felon by her chauffeur. They depart. |
Franklin: |
Sounds manageable. |
Devin: |
[to Michael and Trevor] Hey! You two get going. |
Michael and Trevor leave. |
Franklin: |
Dog, I don’t know if this shit is for me, homie. My life’s already way the fuck out of control. |
Devin: |
Alright, look... I’m a Darwinist, brother, alright? Some prosper, and some struggle. Now, are you out of your Goddamn mind? This is your lucky break. Choose! Now, are you gonna do this? Or have you simply found your level in life? |
Franklin: |
I guess we’ll find out. |
Devin: |
Yeah, I guess we will, homie. |
Devin enters his Adder and drives off. Shortly afterwards, Franklin gets in an F620 and heads towards the Senora Freeway. On the way, he calls Michael. |
Michael (Voice only): |
Hey Frank. |
Franklin: |
Hey, I'm nearly with these dudes, man. You guys comfortable on your end? |
Michael (Voice only): |
Yeah, I guess. We look pretty ridiculous. |
Franklin: |
Heh, alright man, look, I'll see you soon. |
Michael (Voice only): |
Yeah. We'll pick you up coming through Grapeseed, get the drivers there, and get 'em going at speed. |
The call ends. Franklin arrives at the Tataviam Truckstop and pulls over to the drivers, where they are having a conversation. |
Sebastian (Not Subtitled): |
I'm telling you, 2.7 millimeters. |
Henry (Not Subtitled): |
Who the fuck does 2.7? |
Franklin: |
Hey, how about we see which one of you two is for real? So get in your cars and let's see if they move as fast as your mouths. |
Sebastian: |
Oooh. The fool wants to race us. |
Henry: |
We were just getting out of here anyway. |
The three get in their vehicles and begin racing throughout the Senora Freeway. They eventually reach to a bridge at Grapeseed and Franklin calls Michael. |
Franklin: |
Eh, we comin' up now, man. Be there in a few seconds. |
Michael: |
Got it. (Hangs up) Whatever. Here they come. |
Trevor: |
Well, I'll tell you about that later... |
Michael and Trevor get on their Police Bikes, throw their donuts away, and begin chasing after Franklin, Sebastian, and Henry. |
Trevor: |
- They're too far ahead, we got to catch up to them if we want 'em to stop.
*They ain't going to stop with us back here. We got to get right up behind them.
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NOTE: If the player is not keeping up with Trevor... |
Trevor: |
Officer down - where's my partner? |
Michael: |
Just keep on 'em, I'm coming. |
Trevor: |
What's the hold up, Mikey? You going to maintain pursuit? |
Michael: |
I'll be there in a second. |
Trevor: |
Where's my backup? I can't see you, Michael. |
Michael: |
Hey, don't worry about me. |
Trevor: |
Where you gone, Michael? We got to catch these guys. |
Trevor: |
You doing alright back there, partner? |
Michael: |
I'm coming. Hold on. |
Henry drives his car on the opposite side of the road. |
Trevor: |
- This one's on the wrong side of the road. I'll stay on him, now come if you can handle it.
*Suspect has entered the Braddock Tunnel - Officer T maintains his pursuit.
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Michael and Trevor keep up with the drivers. |
Trevor: |
- They don't look like they're stopping, we got to get closer.
*I don't think they can hear the sirens, we've got to get close.
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Michael: |
- Our patience will be rewarded - stay with them.
*Yeah, we got to stick with them. They gotta stop sometime.
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Trevor: |
- (groans) When I catch these assholes!
*Let's do this, let's get 'em!
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Michael: |
- Long as we can keep with them, we'll pull this off.
*How you doing, T? We got to hang in there.
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Michael, Trevor, and the drivers enter in Paleto Bay. |
Trevor: |
- Coming up in Paleto Bay - we might gain some ground on them.
*They're driving into Paleto Bay - traffic might slow 'em down. Am I gaining on them, or is that my imagination?
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Michael: |
Stay on them, T. They'll stop eventually. |
Trevor: |
- We'll have driven around the whole of Southern San Andreas before they stop.
*How far they taking us? I could swear we've circled half the state.
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As the five men leave Paleto Bay, Trevor spotted a few members of The Lost MC driving. |
Trevor: |
- We're coming back for you, bikers!
*Move aside, bikers! We're on police business.
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Michael and Trevor catch up with the drivers. |
Trevor: |
- Frank's at the back. I think they want him to stop and take the booking.
*Frank's still on them - the dickheads probably want him to stop and take the heat.
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Trevor: |
[To the drivers] *Pull over to the side of the road. *You don't wanna make me angry - pull over. *You got an authority problem, son? Stop your car! |
Trevor: |
- Finally - it looks like they're slowing down.
*They're slowing down - this looks like our shot.
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Michael: |
- It's about time.
*Good. My ass is dead.
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Trevor: |
[To the drivers] *Find a safe place to stop, and pull over! *Pull it over! Now! *Stop your cars, you idiots! *San Andreas Highway Patrol - stop your vehicles! *Side of the road - now! *Hey, you wanna get shot? Cops can do that ya know! |
The drivers begin to slow down. |
Trevor: |
[To the drivers] *You've had your fun - now come to a stop on the bridge! *Enough is enough - stop your vehicles on the bridge! |
Trevor: |
- They're pulling over.
*We got 'em.
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Michael and Trevor stop and get off their Police Bikes to confront the drivers. |
Trevor: |
Whoa, hey. Stay in the car there, homeboy. I'll deal with you later. |
Franklin: |
Yeah, fuck you too. |
Michael walks over to Henry and Trevor walks over to Sebastian. |
Trevor: |
You know how fast you were goin'? |
Sebastian: |
Gee, I don't know, officer. I uh... try to keep it under the limit. |
Trevor: |
Well, you and your boys look like you were drag racing from where we were sitting there. So, uh, why don't you get yourself out of the car? Come on. |
Sebastian exits his car while Michael talks with Henry. |
Trevor: |
Officer, officer. |
Sebastian: |
...is this entirely necessary? |
Trevor: |
Yes it is. Get down, c'mon. Hands on the car. Let's go, come on. |
While Sebastian puts his hands on his car to receive a pat down, Michael throws Henry's license away. |
Michael: |
Get out of the fucking car! |
Trevor pats on Sebastian's crotch. |
Sebastian: |
What are you doing? |
Trevor: |
Alright, we gotta make sure. |
Impatient, Michael opens the door from Henry's car... |
Michael: |
Get out of the fucking car, you pint size prick! |
...and throws Henry off his car into the road. |
Trevor: |
And you, you little shit. Get the fuck outta here! Go on! |
Trevor throws Sebastian into the road. Trevor enters in the dark blue Cheetah and Michael enters in the orange Entity XF. |
Franklin: |
- Man, I'm sick of driving so slow, staying with these fools. Can we have a real race?
*Hey man, you know how hard it was to drive slow enough to stay with these fools? Let's have a real race.
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NOTE: One of the following dialogues will play if the player play as Franklin, Michael, or Trevor for the race. |
Franklin: |
Well, I ain't waiting around, man. Let's go, but, uhh, don't mess up the cars, you hear me? |
Molly (Voice only): |
Hello? |
Franklin: |
Hey, you that lady? The intense dude's assistant, right? |
Molly (Voice only): |
Assistant? This is Molly Schultz - Senior Vice President and General Counsel for Devin Weston Holdings. |
Franklin: |
I need to tell Devin we got them cars. |
Molly (Voice only): |
Mr. Weston will not discuss matters like this with you on the phone. I'll be your port of call for business concerns. |
Franklin: |
Well shit, me and your boss ain't gonna have any personal concerns. |
Molly (Voice only): |
Bring the cars to Hayes Auto on Little Big Horn in South Los Santos. Mr. Weston and I will meet you there. |
Franklin: |
So Devin's lawyer says we got to take them to Hayes Auto in South LS. I'ma be there well ahead of you. |
Michael: |
Oh, you talk a good game. Okay. Just don't scratch the cars. |
Molly (Voice only): |
Speak. |
Michael: |
Ah, the lady from before, Devin's assistant? Good to be working with you. |
Molly (Voice only): |
It's Molly Schultz - Senior Vice President and General Counsel to Mr. Weston's holding company. And if you think it's good to be working with common thieves, well, you're very mistaken. Have you got the cars? |
Michael: |
Wow, the whole résumé. Yeah, we got the cars. |
Michael: |
Hey. Just spoke to Devin's man-woman lawyer person. I'll be waiting at Hayes Auto in South LS for you idiots to show up. |
Trevor: |
Yeah right, fool! |
Trevor: |
I vote we indulge his childish need to play. Besides, it's his head on the block if they get scratched. |
Trevor: |
Mmmmm, I know that voice, you're that Johnson's Johnson. |
Molly (Voice only): |
Molly Schultz - Senior Vice President and General Counsel to Devin Weston's holding company, if that's what you mean. |
Trevor: |
Mmmm. Keep talking. Mmm, I'm enjoying this. |
Molly (Voice only): |
Let's assume you're talking about the cars. Bring them to Hayes Auto on Little Big Horn in South LS. Mr. Weston and I will meet you there. |
Trevor: |
No, whoaaa! Don't hang up! I... I think I love you. |
Trevor: |
Devin's lonely lawyer says go to Hayes Auto in South LS, so that's where I'll be waiting. |
Franklin: |
We'll see about that. |
One of the following dialogues will play if Franklin, Michael, or Trevor is in first place. |
Franklin: |
Hey, it ain't no fun if no one pushing me. Come on, dudes. |
Michael: |
I'm way out in front, guys. |
Trevor: |
Talent prevails, that's all I'll say. |
NOTE: One of the following dialogues will play if the Entity XF or Cheetah is taking damage. |
Franklin: |
- Watch the ride, man!
*Man, that was weird.
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Michael: |
- Come on, we got to keep these things in good condition.
*Ah, I stacked it. *The car got away from me. *Shit, I screwed up!
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Trevor: |
- That wasn't meant to happen.
*Whoa, what happened there?
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As the three drive to Hayes Auto: |
Michael: |
What did I tell you, bro? These cars. Ha ha, this is an opportunity. |
Franklin: |
Yeah, if you say so... You know, right before I met you, I was boosting rides and racing 'em. It feels like it come full circle to me. |
Franklin: |
Nah, I'm serious. If you hadn't got me fired from my repo job, this exactly the kinda shit I'd be doing. So thanks dog, after all the crap we been through, man, you got me right back where I'd be at anyway. |
Michael: |
Hey, look, Devin Weston - he ain't like anyone you worked for before. |
Franklin: |
Man, he runs his mouth, wants me to boost cars, and most likely goin' be payin' me a fraction of what they worth. It don't sound that different, to be honest. |
Michael: |
Ah, you must know who this guy is. Look him up. He's the real deal. I've seen his house. He can make things happen. |
Franklin: |
So, he, like, to you, what you were to me. I see your house, I think this dude can take me places. |
Michael: |
Yeah, maybe. Something like that. |
Trevor: |
What's your angle, Mike? |
Michael: |
What you mean, like how I am going to beat your ass in this race? Don't worry, I'm taking care of that. |
Trevor: |
I mean, is it just the smell of green? Or is there some other thing with this guy and you? You know, it feels funky. |
Michael: |
Hey, I'm just trying to do what's best for Frank. You know, help him make the best of the chances he's given. |
Trevor: |
Hey, if it's about the girl, I saw her first. |
Michael: |
Don't get too creepy, alright? She's a professional woman who's doing a job, and leave it at that. |
Franklin: |
No sexual harassment in the workplace, T. Not on my watch. |
Trevor: |
I'm serious. Both of you. Back off her. |
Franklin: |
Eh, your cars still alright, right? |
Michael: |
Good to see you taking this seriously, Frank. Good management. |
Franklin: |
If I'm finna do this, I'm finna do it right. So, ahh, how your car, Mike? |
Michael: |
Ha ha! My car is fine. |
Franklin: |
Yeah I hope so, 'cause I'm in charge of this shit, and I will dock your pay. |
Trevor: |
The stains on the seats were here when I got in. |
Franklin: |
Oh come on, T, man... please. |
NOTE: One of the following dialogues will play if Franklin, Michael, or Trevor wins the race before the player arrives at Hayes Auto. |
Franklin: |
Ha! I got you guys. |
Michael: |
Oh yeah, that was me! |
Trevor: |
Trevor Philips - número uno - as if there was any doubt. Get here safe now. |
Franklin, Michael, and Trevor arrive at Hayes Auto and exit their vehicles. Inside the garage, the trio meet with Devin, Molly, and two of their employees. |
Devin: |
Gentlemen, I love you all! God, this is gonna be fantastic. One kid and two old creeps, who the fuck would have thought it? |
Molly: |
(To the employees) Gentlemen, move the vehicles. |
Devin: |
(To the trio) Hey! |
While the employees move the Entity XF and Cheetah, Devin extends Michael, Trevor, and Franklin's arms. |
Devin: |
Gimme... five, five, and five! |
Devin gets a five from the trio. |
Devin: |
Oh-ho-ho! (To Franklin) Hey, chest kiss, homie! Boom! |
Franklin: |
Dog, come on, man. You got the fuckin' paper? |
Devin: |
Abso-fucking-lutely! Look, you finish the job, you get the paper, but - the order was for five cars. If I'm not mistaken, that's only two. |
Trevor: |
Just give me the fucking money now! |
Devin: |
(sarcastically) Oh, I'm so scared, I really really am. |
Devin: |
But you know what? I'm a payment on completion of work type of guy. You don't like the job, take a fucking walk. |
Franklin: |
Eh, come on, man. Hold on. So what's next, man? |
Devin: |
Lay it on 'em, kid. |
Molly: |
Mulligan's a record producer. He's going through a messy divorce. He's hiding his valuable assets, including the car, so that makes it complicated. He'll clock any ground surveillance we run. All we've got to go on is that the car's in a lockup in Hawick. |
Trevor: |
So we just go house to house? |
Molly: |
Not quite... We have access to an LSPD helicopter. The computer on board can ID pedestrians from a chip in their driver's license. Find Mulligan in Hawick, follow him to the lockup, someone on the ground collects the car. |
Michael: |
Alright. So, who does what? |
Molly: |
You're not needed for this job. Philips, you're in the chopper. Clinton, you're on the ground. |
Trevor: |
Yeah... I-I-I don't understand the deal between you two. |
Devin: |
Yeah, well, I don't understand the deal between you two either. But, you know what? Life is just one long mystery. Buh-bye, gentlemen, and stay spiritual. Oh, and Michael. I'll be in touch about your friend, Solomon. |
Michael stays in the garage to change out of his uniform while everyone else leaves. |
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