Nines and AKs/Script

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The following is a script of the Nines and AKs mission in Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas.

Script

Big Smoke: Gimme 15, motherfucker!

Ryder: I'll write down in a second. I ain't going to pencil whip you, fat sucker. Let me play first.

(Carl comes)

Carl Johnson: A'ight, wassup?

Big Smoke: Wassup, man?

Sweet: What's cracking?

Carl Johnson: Who's winning?

Big Smoke: Who you think, huh? Me!

Ryder: That's does it. That's game null and void, motherfuckers!

Carl Johnson: So, what kind of guns we working now?

Ryder: One-times came through, raided the spot. We ain't got shit now.

Carl Johnson: Well what you going to do if the Ballas roll through, throw shoes at them? Say, what happen at Emmet?

Sweet: Emmet? Shit, gangsters these days got Mac's, AK's and all kinds of stuff. Emmet, on other hand, ain't got shit.

Carl Johnson: Well, until we got that plug, we gotta deal with cat that always been there for us.

Big Smoke: Emmet's Seville Boulevard Families, we ain't too close these days, but nonetheless, I'll take you see him. Get ourselves strapped up. Come on, man.

(Carl and Smoke hop on Smoke's car)

Carl Johnson: What happened to the families? Where the love at?

Big Smoke: Shit happens. Seville wrongs Temple, Temple wrongs Grove. Bad blood leads to bad blood. If you read the book, that's the way of the world baby!

Carl Johnson: Yeah, well you know you gotta keep it real.

Big Smoke: I admire you Carl. You're a leader, a visionary. Remember me when you get to the top.

Carl Johnson: Give it a rest, Smoke. You're full of shit.

(Carl and Smoke arrive at Emmet's)

Big Smoke: That's my man right there, you know what I'm saying?

(Carl and Smoke approach Emmet, but he accidentaly fired his Desert Eagle.)

Emmet: Hey! Who shot at me? What you kids want?

Carl Johnson: Hey, hey, pops, hey, what's happenin'?

Emmet: Aren't you Beverly Johnson's boy?

Carl Johnson: That's right

Emmet: Brian! Say, ain't you dead?

Carl Johnson: No, Emmet - the other one. Carl.

Emmet: I'm sorry about Beverly.

Big Smoke: That's why we're here, sir. We want to get the people who did it.

Emmet: Well, you've come to the right place. Try anything you like, boy.

(Carl and Smoke look into Emmet's weapon storage.)

Big Smoke: Man, look at this old shit.

(Big Smoke demonstrates how to use the weapons)

Big Smoke: Die, little glass Balla fool!

(Carl shoots the bottle)

Emmet: Ah, Beverly'd be so proud of you, boy.

(Big Smoke demonstrates again)

Big Smoke: Shit, I'm the best there ever was!

(Carl shoots the bottles)

Emmet: Yeah, that's real Grove Street style, now!

(Big Smoke shoots at more bottles while crouching and rolling)

Big Smoke: Cap your ass! And your ass! You want some too? Ice cold, baby! I knew I was the chosen one!

Carl Johnson: Oh, man, check out 'Special Agent Big Smoke'!

(Carl shoots at the bottles)

Emmet: Aw, you're makin' me so proud of you!

(CJ and Smoke leave Emmet after target practice.)

Big Smoke: Damn! You a killer baby, ice cold! But remember something, real strength comes from within, my brother.

Emmet: Listen to the boy.

Big Smoke: Yeah, I guess Liberty didn't soften you none, huh? Hey look, let's split. Hey, I'll see you around, Emmet.

Emmet: I'm 100% behind you boys. But remember thins, you didn't get 'em from me. And remember this, Emmet is the place for guns! I've always got high quality merchandise. And I've been proudly serving the community for over 30 years!

Big Smoke: (laughs) Crazy old fool. Hey look, you drive, man.

(Both hop on Smoke's car)

Carl Johnson: I seen newer cannons than this strap in museum. Where we goin'?

Big Smoke: Hey, I'm real tired, dude, drop me in my crib, baby.

Carl Johnson: What's going on, man, shit seems pretty fucked up?

Big Smoke: People have to open their eyes, and their hearts, CJ.

Carl Johnson: What are you talking about?

Big Smoke: I'm talking about the choices all men face, brother. Sometimes, they seem real, but other times there's no choice at all.

Carl Johnson: At least you still talking shit. You ain't changed a bit.

Big Smoke: Who me? No never.

(They arrive at Smoke's house)

Big Smoke: Thanks, CJ, I'll see you around.

Carl Johnson: Later, Smoke.

(Phone rings)

Carl Johnson: Speak.

Sweet: I thought you was representing?

Carl Johnson: What?

Sweet: Correct me if I'm wrong, but I thought you was rolling with Grove Street again.

Carl Johnson: Already told you I am!

Sweet: Well I ain't seen you in yo' colors yet! You gotta fly the flag, man! Ain't nobody gonna respect you if you ain't representing your hood!

Carl Johnson: Alright man, my bad. I just ain't got around to it yet.

Sweet: There's a Binco around the corner from the gym in Ganton, go get yourself some greens!