Wade (Text only): |
I seen a sub, Trevor. Down at the docks on a ship called Daisy-Lee. U cld like snap the ropes somehow or maybe they is some switch to drop it. W4de \m/ |
Trevor goes to a freighter in the Port of Los Santos, where he finds a Submersible hanging off it. Either by using the control panel on-board the ship or by breaking the cables, Trevor steals the submarine. |
Floyd (Voice only): |
Trevor? |
Trevor: |
Floyd, I've got that submarine we talked about. You got to help me store it for a few days. Floyd...don't go quiet on me, or I'll come around and...and I'll...well...we both know what I'm talking about. |
Floyd (Voice only): |
Okay, umm, alright. Bring it around to Pier 400 at the Western Docks. |
Floyd (Voice only): |
Look, I'll have a truck to bring you around the warehouse. |
Trevor: |
What's this? The Union man doing an honest day's work? |
Floyd (Voice only): |
There's nothing honest about this, sir. This is a dishonest day's work, if ever I seen one. |
Trevor: |
Hey, we're not hurting anyone. |
Floyd (Voice only): |
No, no one except whoever owns that submarine, and the...and the mercenary folks on the freighter. |
Trevor: |
Do some research on Merryweather Security Consulting, friend. They'd be on trial for human rights offenses if the US government didn't protect all its contractors from any kind of suit - military or civilian. They're immune from prosecution, and they behave like they are. Murdering, stealing, high on power, guns, and anabolic steroids. Lucky bastards. |
Floyd (Voice only): |
Look, I don't know about that stuff. |
Trevor: |
Oh, you're right. You don't. Merryweather are employed by the richest, greediest scum on the planet to shit on the poorest and the neediest. So we are going to enjoy shitting on them. |
Floyd (Voice only): |
Oh great. Well, I look forward to that. |
Trevor: |
Okay, well, that's more like it. |
Trevor gets to Pier 400, where Floyd lifts the submarine with the crane and places it onto a flatbed trailer hauled by a Packer, then ties it down. |
Trevor: |
Oh, what are you doing? It's done, let's go! Let's go! |
Floyd: |
Oh, okay, alright. |
Floyd: |
Oh, God. Alright, here we go. |
Trevor and Floyd get into the Packer. |
Floyd: |
Alright, I'm here. |
Floyd: |
(Not in subtitles) *It's just down the road, Los Santos Marine, past the shipyards. *It's around the corner, past the shipyards. |
Trevor: |
Is that sub covered properly? |
Floyd: |
It'll be fine if we just get there. |
Trevor: |
Are you being short with me? |
Floyd: |
No, no, no. No, sir. I am certainly not being short, I'm just not used to this kind of pressure. |
Trevor: |
If you turn a crew onto a score, you got to be ready for the heat that comes with it. |
Floyd: |
I didn't turn anyone onto anything. You threatened and cajoled and tricked me... |
Trevor: |
You don't want a cut, just walk away. |
Floyd: |
I can't walk away, you're robbing my workplace, and running the show from my home! |
Trevor: |
Debra's home. No cut for you, no cut for Debra. |
Trevor and Floyd arrive at Los Santos Marine, then get out of the truck. |
Trevor: |
You sure it'll be okay there? |
Trevor: |
Alright. If you're wrong, I'll eat your sweet meats. Now get out of here. |
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