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|Game:||Grand Theft Auto V|
|For:||Michael De Santa|
|Location:||Rockford Hills, Los Santos|
|Conditions of mission failure:||Amanda's Sentinel XS is destroyed.|
Franklin is thrown from off the hood of the car.
Franklin is killed.
Jimmy falls into traffic.
Franklin falls into traffic.
|Reward:||Los Santos Customs|
Michael as a contact for Franklin and vise versa.
Jimmy as a contact for Franklin.
- "Jimmy gets in trouble with some gangsters and calls Michael for help."
Whilst relaxing by his pool, Franklin unexpectedly shows up looking for work. As the two talk about a career of crime, Michael gets a call from Jimmy, who alerts Michael that his yacht had been stolen and he's hidden himself in the bow.
Using his wife's Red Sentinel, Michael and Franklin drive to the Western Freeway where they encounter Michael's yacht on the back of an out-of-control truck. Franklin jumps on the yacht and deals with the goons on the back before retrieving Jimmy. However, Jimmy gets knocked by the main sail and hangs on over the edge. Michael manages to catch him, then retrieves Franklin.
As he tries to chase after his yacht, the car stalls as a result of the chase. Giving up on the boat, the three drive to Los Santos Customs to repair the car. Michael catches a cab whilst Franklin drives Jimmy and the car back to Michael's place.
- This mission is a parody of part of the final mission in Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas, where Sweet Johnson jumps onto the back of the firetruck similar to Franklin jumping on the yacht. Then when the side of the yacht swings out, and Jimmy is left dangling from it, it is simliar to when Sweet was left dangling from the ladder of the fire truck.
- The mission can be triggered by either Michael or Franklin.
- The cutscene is featured in the Second Trailer of the game, only that Michael there was seen shirtless, where in the final release, he is wearing clothes and complete with headset.
- The action is also featured in the Second Trailer.
Tracey: (offscreen) You're such a fucking dictator!
Tracey: Why the fuck not?
Amanda: He is not staying the night! He's a bum!
Tracey: Oh my God!
Amanda: I don't even know why you are with him!
Tracey: I don't give a shit!
Amanda: He's a bum!
Tracey: Are you kidding me?
Amanda: He is homeless!
Tracey: He doesn't have anywhere to go!
Amanda: I don't care!
Tracey: Oh my God! I do, you hear me?
Amanda: I don't care!
Tracey: Oh my God! You have no say...
Amanda: Keep your mouth shut!
Tracey: I fucking saw him!
Amanda What I do is none of your business! And you watch your language!
Tracey: It's not fair!
Amanda: I'm gonna call your father and you're gonna get your ass kicked!
Tracey: I hope someone cuts your brake cables!
Amanda: I swear to God, you kill me! you know it's not that I wish I...
Tracey: Stupid Bitch
(conversation between Michael and franklin)
Michael: What do you want?
Franklin: Man, I come by for that drink you offered. That's all.
Michael: I wasn't really serious about that.
Michael: You're here, whatever. Sit. You're not gonna rob me again?
Franklin: Man I never robbed you. That was just a repossession.
Michael: Okay... you call it whatever you wanna call it. I really don't care. 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 fucking sunset?
Michael: You know, I've been in the 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 the day'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 good subsitute
for not really knowing what the fuck you're doing on this earth.
Franklin: Jesus, man. You a good time, you know that?
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./Let's take Amanda's car.
( Michael and Jimmy on cell phone)
Michael: Hey Jim. I'm going for a drink w...
Jimmy: 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: 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!
(Michael and Franklin)
Michael: Alrighty then. Change of plans. My darling boy is in trouble.
Franklin: Eh, I'll help you out.
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.
Michael: Oh! There! There! it is! That's my boat!
Franklin: Your boat's in a fuckin' hurry. man.
Michael: Yeah, well, we'll catch 'em.
Franklin: We got a plan?
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.
Franklin: Hey, you want me to do this shit, you better get me closer,man. Ah, fuck this!
Michael: Watch the Fucking varnish! Shit, shit, ah shit. Not the engine! Shit! The Fucking engine!
(franklin toss a guy) Michael: Get away from him! You got foru lanes to throw guys at!
Michael: Man the Life Boats, you pricks. Get the jump on him,Frank.
Franklin Hey, ain't you covering me?
gangmaber: You on the wrong boat. boy.
Franklin: Nah, you on the wrong boat. (michael shoots the guy) Frank: What the fuck?
Michael: Alright! Now, look for my son!
Jimmy: Dad? Wait! you're the guy from the dealership?
Franklin: Yup. and it's a long story, bro.
Michael: Jimmy! Kid, watch out for the boom! Fuck, hold on.
Jimmy: Arrrghh! Dad! Help Help! Help!
Michael: Ah, This is gonna kill me! The fuck is wrong with you, kid?
Michael: Don't "Dad" me, you little shit. You better hope she's still seaworthy.
Drop in, Jim! It's okay! Come on, kid. Come on, kid ah,too close! Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Nah...shit. Fuck kid.
Franklin: Hey! Get me off off this damn thing! Hey, closer. man! Closer!
Remind me not to come to you for parenting advice.
Michael: All-a-fuckin'-board? Let's stop this ship from sailing.
Jimmy: You've made me an accessory to manslaughter.
(car engine breaks down)
Jimmy: Ohh, 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... Ah! 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.
Michael: My boat!
Jimmy: It's just a thing.
Michael: My boat.
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's sounds dumb when you put it like that... but all you do is day dream 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 home invader!
Franklin: I'll get it done, dog. No Problem.
Michael: Enough. Alright? Enough. Hey, Franklin, can you call me a cab?
Franklin: No problem.
( on the cell phone)
Franklin: Hey, I need a cab as soon as you can send one. Los Santos Customs, by the airport. A'ight, Thanks.
MichaelL Thanks, man.
Franklin: Eh, so yoy ehh, do much yachting?
Michael: Not any more. no i don't.
Franklin: Before, I mean, man.
Michael: 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, I'd come down to the marinam sit on the dog 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.
Franklin: Hey, this the place up here. I know this dude, man, his name's Hao. He goin' look after us.
Michael: Take what's in my pocket -a couple of thousand bucks. That'll cover it. right?
Franklin: Yeah. Should be cool.
Michael: so you sure you're good?
Franklin: Yeah, I got this.
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, man. 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 housem we'll talk.
Jimmy: You see?
Franklin: Fo' sho, man. Hey, sorry we didn't get your boat, man.
Jimmy: Come on, man. Let's trick this whip, homie.
Hao: Still need to get you out for one of the races, Franklin. See if you drive as fast as you talk.
Franklin: Alright, man. I'm taking you home.
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: No man. I'll just stick with Jimmy, homie,
Jimmy: So. ahh. what's the deal, man? Huh? 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 then talk.
Jimmy: What he do?
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 save your ass.
Jimmy: You saved my ass.
Franklin: Nah, nah man. Well, well, maybe we good together, you know? Like maybe we can get shit done we couldn't do
Jimmy: If it keeps him out 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 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.
( at outside Michael's house)
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: Yo, 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?
Jimmy: Alright. Church.
Franklin: Exectly, 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!