CJ: |
Damn, where'd I put it? Where the hell did I put it? Shit! |
Cesar: |
Hey holmes, you OK? |
CJ: |
Yeah, Woozie left a message saying I gotta go get Jizzy's phone after he made the call. Then I can ambush the meet and take down those Balla pushers from Los Santos. |
Cesar: |
Hey, homie, you want me to roll with you? |
CJ: |
Nah, nah, this is a one-man job, I gotta stay real low-key. I was thinking about welding some shit together and making me a silencer! |
Cesar: |
You're fucking crazy, holmes! You gotta get out of this ghetto mentality! |
CJ: |
So, what you thinking? |
Cesar: |
Let me show you. Check this out, holmes. |
Cesar gives CJ a Silenced 9mm that he was wheeling alongside the garage supplies, saving CJ's trouble of making a new one. |
CJ: |
Where'd you get that? |
Cesar: |
Same place I buy my pants, holmes. This is America! |
CJ heads over to Jizzy's Pleasure Domes in Battery Point to kill him and steal his phone, but is denied access from the ground floor. One of the three following lines will play (if CJ doesn't kill the guards). |
Guard: |
- Sorry, man, private function.
- Jizzy doesn't want to be disturbed.
- You ain't getting in!
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CJ is forced to use the skylight on the roof to get into the club, which he reaches by climbing the scaffolding below the Gant Bridge and dropping down. He sneaks into the ground level of the club to find Jizzy B. with some of his prostitutes. |
Jizzy: |
Gimme some room. Gimme some room, bitch! |
Jizzy pushes one of the prostitutes away. |
Jizzy: |
It's that time of the week again - your provider is about to make that special call. If I think for a moment that one of you hos is hustling me... |
Jizzy makes a throat-slitting motion, then makes a call with his phone. |
Bettina: |
You better make a bigger cut this week, Jiz. We're running low, honey! |
Jizzy: |
Shut up, bitch, I'm handling business! |
Bettina: |
Don't you even raise your voice at me, asshole! |
Jizzy: |
Now shut up, bitch! |
Jizzy pushes the prostitute away. |
CJ: |
Hey, Jizzy, I need to holler at you. |
Jizzy: |
Well, talk, then, friend, I mean, that's all we ever do. A kind word here, a wise saying there. Shit, I'm a walking book of proverbs. |
CJ pulls out his pistol and holds Jizzy at gunpoint. |
Jizzy: |
C-c'mon, man. Hey, I get it wrong, you know? I'm imperfect - you know, like...hey, not a kind man, not a wise man, you know. Not a smart man, but...but dear Lord, I tried! |
CJ: |
No, you fucked up when you trusted me, playa. |
Jizzy: |
C'mon, baby, I-I...but, but... |
CJ: |
You an ass-selling, yay pushing, piece of shit trash! |
Jizzy: |
Oh, lord! What y'all waitin' on, huh?! Somebody cap this ni**a, man! |
Jizzy makes a run for it while his security guards attempt to kill CJ. Jizzy heads outside with his guard to drive away from CJ in his Broadway. CJ gives chase to Jizzy. (Or if CJ destroys Jizzy's Broadway by dumping it into the water before going inside the Pleasure Domes, Jizzy will instead steal a teal Pizzaboy scooter.) |
Jizzy: |
Hey, I thought we was friends! You're blowing your chance to be a playa! |
CJ kills Jizzy and his security guard (or Jizzy only if he uses the Pizzaboy when CJ destroyed the Broadway before the chase) and steals Jizzy's phone. He then calls Cesar. |
Cesar (Voice only): |
Hey, dude, whassup? |
CJ: |
I need you to meet me at Pier 69, we're going to take down the Loco Syndicate. |
Cesar (Voice only): |
OK, holmes, you need some backup? |
CJ: |
Nah, man, I got it covered. |
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