Michael: |
Alright, everybody pays attention, no one gets hurt. |
Trevor: |
Aarrgh! Open the door, or they'll get worse than hurt! Hey, hey, ah! Come on! |
The security guard opens the door. Trevor kicks the door open. |
Trevor: |
Argh, finally, you prick! |
Trevor hits the security guard with the stock of his Carbine. |
Trevor: |
Let's go, shut up! Shut the fuck up! |
If Michael kills the hostage Brad holds at gunpoint, Brad laments he is not the one who killed the civilian, before mission failure. |
Brad: |
- If anyone's killing hostages, it's me.
- So, you're not getting none from that ex-stripper.
- No more of that, asshole. Come on.
- Hey! Prick! Behave yourself!
- We need'em alive, dick.
- Hey! They're colleteral!
- This wasn't meant to get messy!
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If Michael does not enter the room immediately, Trevor calls out Michael. Brad gets uneasy. |
Trevor: |
Come on. In the back. Come on. |
Trevor: |
In the back. Come on. Let's go. Come on. |
Trevor: |
Get in here and deal with the guard! |
Trevor: |
In here. Come on. |
Trevor: |
You want me to pop this guy? |
Brad: |
He's looking at me! |
Michael enters the room where the guard and two other hostages are. |
Michael: |
Hands behind your back. |
Michael starts handcuffing the security guard. |
Security Guard: |
C'mon mister, we're giving you everything you want. |
One of the two hostages tries to ring the alarm, but sees that Michael holds him at gunpoint and raises his hands. |
Michael: |
Don't even think about it. |
Michael kicks the security guard towards the other hostages. |
Woman: |
I'll do it. I'll do it... Oh God. |
Brad pushes the hostage who was thrown and held at gunpoint before into the room. |
Trevor enters a nearby room. |
Trevor: |
Sit tight. I'll handle the plastic. |
Michael: |
Don't blow yourself up! |
Michael: |
- Listen up!
- Pay attention.
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If Michael stands still, Brad calls out Michael. If Trevor comes back meanwhile, he will complain. |
Brad: |
M! Get these assholes in the closet! |
Brad: |
I said the closet! Get 'em in there! Come on! |
Trevor: |
What is the problem? Why are they still out here? You were meant to lock 'em down. |
If Michael kills one of the hostages, Brad will get angry at Michael, before mission failure. |
Brad: |
We need'em alive, dick! |
Either Michael aims at the hostages, or Brad does if Michael stands still. The hostages get up and enter the back room. |
Brad: |
In the back! Come on! |
If Michael aims, he yells at the hostages. |
In either case, the hostages get upset and complain. |
Male Employee: |
What's he doing? He's going to kill us in here. |
Male Employee: |
Leave us alone. |
Second Male Employee: |
We didn't do shit to you. |
Either Trevor re-enters the room after hostages get into the room, or re-enters and waits until they get in. Brad locks the door, to lock hostages. |
Trevor: |
All set. Phone it in. |
Michael: |
- I'm making the call.
- I'm calling it.
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If Michael does not call immediately, Brad and Trevor call out Michael. |
Trevor: |
- Come on. Call it in!
- Call already.
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Trevor: |
Blow the fucking door! |
Trevor: |
We ain't got time for this crap! |
Trevor: |
Get your cell out and dial. |
Michael uses his phone and calls a contact named "Detonate". The bomb explodes, opening the vault. Trevor excitedly laughs. |
Michael: |
Alright! We gonna do this, huh? |
Trevor: |
[laughs] Show me the money! |
Michael: |
Slow and steady, T. Slow and steady. |
If Michael does not proceed to the vault immediately, Brad and Trevor complains. |
Trevor: |
C'mon. C'mon. C'mon. |
If Micahel does not enter the vault immediately and insteady stands still in the hallway, Trevor shouts at him. |
Trevor: |
The money's in here. |
Trevor: |
Come on, man. The vault. |
Trevor: |
The vault. Come on! |
Trevor: |
Let's hit this thing! |
Trevor: |
The vault's back here! |
Michael enters the vault. |
Trevor: |
- That's the score.
- Oh, there it is.
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Trevor: |
We're just taking the non-sequential notes. |
The crew start collecting the money. |
Trevor: |
Oh... there's enough here for us all to enjoy! |
Michael: |
Depends on how you look at it. |
Michael finishes collecting the money. Trevor is standing at the entrance of the vault. |
Trevor: |
We're done here, let's go. |
If Michael does not leave the vault immediately, Trevor calls him. |
Trevor: |
- What's the hold up?
- We gotta move.
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Michael and Trevor leave the vault. |
Both exit the vault. As Michael walks out, a security guard hidden behind the wall grabs Michael from behind, takes his balaclava off, and holds him at gunpoint. |
Jaspers: |
Give it up! I got him! I saw your face. I'll remember you. |
Trevor is seen aiming at the guard. |
Michael: |
You forget a thousand things every day. How 'bout you make sure this is one of 'em? |
Jaspers panicks. Michael tries to convince him to drop the gun. Trevor doubles down. |
Jaspers: |
I see it in his eyes. He's crazy. |
Michael: |
No one's crazy. Alright, think. Be cool. |
Trevor: |
That's right, pal. I'm fucking crazy. |
Michael: |
Alright, look, you wanna live? Tell me you wanna live. Work this out. |
Jaspers: |
For sure I want to live! Tell him to put the gun down. |
Trevor: |
Ain't gonna happen, pal. Make a move. I got all day. |
Trevor: |
It looks like the cavalry ain't gonna show, pal! |
The view switches to Trevor, who is determined to shoot the guard. |
Trevor: |
I'll try to make this painless. |
Trevor shoots the guard in the head. |
Michael: |
Fuck! You didn't have to do that! |
Trevor: |
Let's get going. There'll be time for grieving later. |
Michael: |
Yeah, you got that right. |
The crews walk towards the door leading into the garage. |
Trevor complains if Michael moves slowly. |
Brad and Michael complains if Trevor does not take cover immediately. |
Brad: |
What are you doing? Find some cover! |
Brad: |
I'm ready to do this. Now, get in cover! |
Michael: |
Quit fucking around and get down! |
Michael: |
Wait until T's in cover, then set the charge. |
Brad: |
Get your fucking head down, the doors are about to blow! |
Michael: |
Get in cover, T. |
Michael and Trevor take cover, as Brad sets a charge on the door. |
Brad: |
I'm setting the charges. They're on a timer, so brace yourselves! |
As Brad sets the charge, he goes into cover. The charge blows up, opening the door. Sirens are heard outside. |
Brad: |
Just fucking perfect! |
Michael: |
Oh, fuck. You hear that? Sirens. |
Brad: |
Fuck the cops. T, hit the shutter switch. |
Trevor: |
What's this? Local resistance? |
Brad complains if Trevor does not proceed to the switch immediately. Michael instructs the crew. |
Brad: |
Heads down. We got to go! |
Michael: |
They're out here. Get ready. |
Michael: |
Get out of here! |
Michael: |
It ain't supposed to go down like this. |
Trevor: |
It never is. Come on. Go. |
The crew engages in gunfight and shouts at the police. The order of the dialogue is random. |
Trevor: |
They answered the wrong call! |
Trevor: |
Wrong profession! |
Trevor: |
Back the fuck down! |
Brad: |
I ain't laying down for them. |
Michael: |
Don't be an idiot! |
Trevor: |
Don't be as dumb as you look. |
Brad: |
Get in their faces. |
Trevor: |
Blame the pricks who called you out here! |
Trevor: |
Get out the way or suffer the consequence. |
Brad: |
We bring it to 'em. |
Trevor: |
You shouldn't have been a cop. |
Brad call out Trevor if Trevor does leave the building immediately. |
Michael: |
Move! We're coming through! |
Brad: |
We keep going forward! |
Brad and Trevor get their masks off. The crew fights the police forces on their way towards their escape vehicle. |
Michael: |
- We got a window. Let's go!
- Let's get out of here.
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If the shooting prolongs, members of crew shouts at the police. |
Michael: |
What the fuck is this!? |
Trevor: |
Back the fuck down! |
Crew gets near to the escape vehicle. |
Trevor: |
Can't be many more cops in this town. |
Michael: |
This is fucked, man. The thing is blown. |
Trevor: |
I got my share. It's still wide open! |
Brad: |
Car's up here! Let's go! |
Michael: |
Kid mighta bailed. This wasn't in the job description. |
Michael: |
- Come on, get to the driver!
- Let's move! Come on!
- Let's go! Get to the car!
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Trevor: |
He better be there! |
Michael: |
Let's get out of here! |
If the shooting before arriving into the car prolongs, Brad gets uneasy. |
Brad: |
- Every man for himself.
- Let's move it.
- Let's go! Let's go!
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If Michael does not get in the car immediately, Brad calls him out. |
Brad: |
Get your ass in here. |
After killing the last officers, the crew gets in the car, where their getaway driver is waiting. |
If the crew arrives at the car early, the driver would complain ironically. |
Driver: |
What took ya so long? |
Trevor: |
Shut the fuck up and drive. |
Otherwise, the car drives away on the road without a dialogue. |
Brad: |
Did you see that shit? I fuckin' put that bitch's face against the glass. Did you see that? |
Michael: |
Yeah, you're a real stallion. |
Trevor: |
Bahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbah! |
Driver: |
Aww, fuck! How'd that happen? |
Trevor breaks the window with his rifle and shoots at the police car. |
Driver: |
Jeez, I think they're gonna... |
The officer shoots the driver in the head. |
Michael: |
Aw, fuck! Local yokel's bought it! |
Michael tosses getaway driver's body out the car and takes the wheel. |
Brad: |
That guy's a dick... |
Michael: |
[to the cops] Fuck you too. |
Michael hits the police car. The car goes out of control and crashes into a tree. |
Trevor: |
Come on! Let's get to the chopper! We move quick, we can beat the train. |
Michael: |
We're getting there! |
Brad: |
Man, I'll believe in this bird when I get eyes on it. |
If Michael drives slowly, an alternative dialogue will occur.Brad gets uneasy. Michael tries to calm him down. |
Michael: |
I say there's a chopper, there's a chopper. We stick to the plan, we're home free. |
Brad: |
Alright! Yeah! Fuck 'em, man! Fuck 'em! |
Brad: |
Man, I thought this score was supposed to be an easy take? It's all gone crazy. |
Michael: |
Yeah. I hear you. We gotta follow the plan - everything'll work out. |
Brad: |
Pair of neurotic idiots. |
Two police cars are seen, driving in the opposite direction, passing by the crew. |
Brad: |
Cops. Coming our way. |
Trevor: |
Be cool... They ain't made this car yet. |
Brad: |
Shit! Shit! Shit! Road block! |
Trevor: |
Go right! Beat the train, man! |
As the car crosses the railroad, the train hits the rear of the car. The car spins out of control and crashes into a tree. |
Trevor: |
Arrgghh! Arrgghh! Jesus! |
Michael: |
You guys alright? |
The car being broken, the crew is forced to continue on foot. |
Trevor: |
Fuck! Come on! Ditch the car, alright? We can go this way to the chopper. |
Michael: |
No, hey! Stick to the plan. |
Michael: |
Stick to the fucking plan! Come on. |
The crew approaches to the chopper's supposed landing point. |
Brad: |
Where the fuck's the chopper? Fuck me, fuck, fuck! |
A sniper is seen cocking his rifle hidden behind a shack. |
Brad: |
I'm gonna check around back. |
The sniper hits Brad, who falls to the ground. Trevor gets to cover. |
Trevor: |
Run! It's the fucking Feds! Someone must have fucking talked! |
Michael walks towards the wounded Brad and examines his wound. |
Michael: |
Alright. Brad's gonna be fine, but we gotta get the fuck out of here. |
The sniper hits Michael, who falls to the ground as well. The sniper runs away in the background. |
Michael: |
Aw, fuck! I'm hit! Ah, Jesus. T, you gotta get out of here. |
Trevor: |
Ain't gonna leave you Mikey! |
Michael: |
Go! God, I'm not gonna make it. Fucking gonna bleed out. Aw, go, go... |
Police cars arrive on scene. Trevor holds his position for a while, and shouts at cops in despair. |
Trevor: |
Fucking die, all of you! |
Trevor: |
Kill me, you pricks! |
Trevor: |
Die, you cocksuckers! |
Trevor: |
I'm standing here! Finish me! |
Trevor: |
Come on! Come on! |
Trevor: |
Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! |
As more cop cars arrive at the scene, Trevor is heavily outnumbered. He escapes. A woman passes by. |
Trevor: |
Hey! You! You, hey! |
The woman tries to escape, bur falls into ground while escaping. Trevor catches her and holds her as hostage while three officers arrive. Trevor confuses the woman as the pilot. |
Woman: |
Oh God. Don't shoot! |
Trevor: |
Where's the chopper? |
Woman: |
Help! Help, please! I don't know what you're talking about! |
Trevor: |
[to the cops] Fucking stay back! You come near me, she's fuckin' dead! Stay back! |
Trevor releases his hostage and runs away. The woman runs towards the officers. |
Woman: |
Oh, God, help me! Help me! Oh! |
An officer takes the woman in his arms. He raises his hand to direct remaining officers to pursue Trevor. |
Officer: |
[to the cops] Go! Go! |
The two officers pursue Trevor as he escapes in the fog. The view then switches to the graveyard, where multiple people, including a preacher, are gathered around Michael Townley's grave. A woman is seen crying. |
Priest: |
Michael was not always a good husband. Not always a good citizen. He did not die a hero's death. But he was a man. Our Lord was crucified with two thieves, so perhaps... we should not judge. |
Woman at the Funeral: |
[sobbing] Michael... |
Dave Norton is seen. Credits start appearing on the screen. Michael is seen close to the graveyard, smoking. |
Priest: |
We are born of sin, and we die in sin... and in this, Michael... was like anybody else. Father... we do not know your infinite mysteries. But we know... that you will show mercy to our friend. |
Michael tosses his cigarette and walks away. Grand Theft Auto V's wordmark appears on-screen. |
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