Chop (mission)/Script

This is the script for the mission "Chop" in Grand Theft Auto V.

Script

(Franklin arrives home but hides around the corner of the house as he hears his aunt is about to leave with one of her friends.)

Denise Clinton: Girl, of course I saved that poor boy's life. But you know what? It's getting to be a bit much.

Friend: I have no idea how you cope.

Denise Clinton: 'Course I cope. I'm a woman.

Friend: Ain't that the truth?

Denise Clinton: But, girl, I done done all that I can do, but you know how boys are.

(Denise is exhausted after spirit walking from the front door to the sidewalk.)

Denise Clinton: Wait a minute... Oh, girl... Oh, hey, how much further?

Friend: We ain't even gone five yards yet.

Denise Clinton: Okay. I know. I'm just asking.

Friend: This is spirit walking. Exercises body and soul. It's all the rage.

(Denise and her friend start walking down the sidewalk whilst chanting feminist phrases together.)

Friend: We are women and we are free!

Denise Clinton: We are women...

Friend: Bringing an end to the patriarchy.

Friend: We are women, hear our pain,

Denise Clinton: We are women, hear our pain,

Friend: we are women, hear our shout,

Denise Clinton: we are women, hear our shout,

Friend: and we are free, have no doubt.

Denise Clinton: and we are women, have no doubt.

Friend: We are women and we are free...

(The two go out of hearing range, Franklin walks up to the front door as Lamar shows up on the sidewalk behind him, walking his dog Chop.)

Lamar Davis: Damn, F is that your auntie?

Franklin Clinton: Yeah, thank God I missed her crazy ass. She spirit walking and shit now, man... that's just her attempts to...

Lamar Davis: Hey, hey! Don't be talking shit about your auntie, man, she got... I mean she cool as a motherfucker, man, come on.

Franklin Clinton: Come where?

Lamar Davis: We gotta go pick up some shit from round the corner, man. We can walk and talk at the same time, my nigga.

Franklin Clinton: Why the fuck we can't drive?

Lamar Davis: Around the block? With Chop? You need to walk with your fat ass.

Franklin Clinton: Yeah, okay, you tall, lanky son of a bitch.

(The two are walking towards the meeting site.)

Lamar Davis: Come on, homie, we ain't got all day, let's go.

Franklin Clinton: Fo' sho, but what you got up?

Lamar Davis: Kidnapping, fool. That clown D, that OG fool from Ballas.

Franklin Clinton: Dog, I told you; no more gangbanging, retro-vengeance bullshit. I'm trying to make some fucking paper.

Lamar Davis: You gonna make some paper, loc. And ain't nobody out here gangbanging, it just looks like that. You gotta know the difference, man.

Franklin Clinton: Fuck, man, great. My aunt will be very happy, homie. She wants me dead anyway so she can get the fucking house.

Lamar Davis: I told you to quit talking shit about your auntie, loco. That's my bitch. I'm just fucking with ya...I'm just fucking with ya.

(If Franklin doesn't follow Lamar) Lamar Davis: Man, there's two homies right here waiting on your ass

Or:

Lamar Davis: Do I need to put a leash on your ass? Come on, let's go, dog.

Or:

Lamar Davis: Man, you always was the easily distracted motherfucker.

Or:

Lamar Davis: Task at hand, homie. Come on.

Or:

Lamar Davis: Come on, homie. You worse than Chop.

Or:

Lamar Davis: What y'all doin'? Let's go.

Or:

Lamar Davis: You got more important things to do?

(Franklin and Lamar arrive at a van parked in an alley.)

Lamar Davis: You driving.

Or:

Lamar Davis: You got the wheel, homie.

(Lamar lets Chop in the back of the van).

Lamar Davis: Get in the van, Chop. Get in the van. Good dog.

(Lamar enters in the van)

Lamar Davis: We goin' up Vinewood Boulevard.

(First dialogue if you completed the mission "Father/Son before).

Franklin Clinton: I like your dog, homie. Me and Chop got a lot in common - your annoying ass.

Lamar Davis: Man, I'm carrying both of y'all asses homie. Look what I set up.

Franklin Clinton: Man, fuck this, man - you seen Tanisha?

Lamar Davis: She straight. It's me and you that ain't straight though, homie.

Franklin Clinton: Dog, I know, homie. But look, I met this contact, this white dude. Real serious dude, man. This motherfucker knows the streets. homie. I know he'd be a good hookup for us.

Lamar Davis: We don't need no hookup, fool. I know these streets.

Franklin Clinton: You? Know these streets? Man, all you know is dime bag hustling, credit card stealing. Boosting gas tankers, homie, come on man. You trying to be some fucking commodity trader or something?

Lamar Davis: Fool, that shit went up, man.

Franklin Clinton: Look homie, I don't mind dying. You feel me? But I just want to die with something that matters, homie. That's what Forum gangsters should be really about.

Lamar Davis: And I know this much, the motherfucking OGs ain't even giving a fuck about us, though.

Franklin Clinton: Man, fuck the OGs then. You know what I'm saying? This ain't no motherfucking pyramid scheme.

Lamar Davis: Wait, hold on. Listen to your boy one time. Listen to your boy. You want some paper, my nigga? This is what it's about. Check it out. I'm talking about forty thousand. No problem. Cash in hand. Two days time, no killing. Nothing.

Franklin Clinton: Nah, just starting another beef with the fucking Ballas, nigga, that's class-A felony bullshit.

Lamar Davis: We gonna keep our disguise on. Ain't nobody gotta know it was us.

Franklin Clinton: Yeah, whatever, homie. We'll see about that.

(Second dialogue if you completed Father/Son before)

Franklin Clinton: Man, what a long way we've come, homie.

Lamar Davis: Fuck you want to go a long way for? We right here, right now, loco.

Franklin Clinton: That's cool if you want to be bending corners on coke and cough syrup all your days.

Lamar Davis: I seen you on that shit before.

Franklin Clinton: There you go. Maybe you have. But shit has got to get serious, man. Forum gangsters is about real shit.

Lamar Davis: You think running repos for them Armenian fraudsters was serious? Man, please.

Franklin Clinton: Nah. That why I didn't come at your ass for fucking shit up.

Lamar Davis: I fucked it up? Man, you the genius that crashed through the dude's window.

Franklin Clinton: Man, one - I had a gun to my fucking head. Two - You the one fucked with them eses, man.

Lamar Davis: When you met a man who could tell you what to do?

Franklin Clinton: Like I said, this dude is serious. Creeped on me like some stealth shit.

Lamar Davis: Fool, you slippin'.

Franklin Clinton: You don't wanna fuck with this man, dog, even you.

Lamar Davis: Man, I don't give a fuck.

Franklin Clinton: Yeah, your ass keep saying that.

Lamar Davis: Man, I don't even know what you trippin' on.

(First dialogue if you didn't complete "Father/Son" before):

Franklin Clinton: Man, what the fuck Chop do to deserve a fool like you?

Lamar Davis: Chop lucky, homie. Ain't you, Chop? Ain't you, boy?

Franklin Clinton: Poor dog, man, he don't know what the fuck you sayin'.

Lamar Davis: Oh, you wouldn't understand that shit. Us Apache - we got a bond with the animal kingdom.

Franklin Clinton: Yeah, you do got a bond, nigga. I seen you bonding with plenty of animal-type bitches. I'm talking big-ass, hairy, scary bitches. It's true about you Apache motherfuckers, y'all do got a bond.

Lamar Davis: Fuck you, homie. A little mustache ain't shit. That's just a sign of virility.

Franklin Clinton: Maybe in the dog world, nigga. What you think, Chop? Come on boy, what you think? You like a little hair on your lips, puppy?

Lamar Davisp: Least I know what I can get. You still after the same bitch from high school. Only she ain't interested in some of your...uh...life choices.

Franklin Clinton: Nigga, you the life choices she don't like, nigga.

Lamar Davis: Nah, nigga, we cool, man. She kick it with me more than you do. Tells me about the lawyer, nuclear physicist, humanitarian, super nigga she fucking.

Franklin Clinton: Nigga, shut the fuck up with that shit. I'm done, nigga. I moved on many a times, nigga.

Lamar Davis: Oh, whatever nigga, that's cool. But on some other shit though, you heard the boy Stretch gettin' out, huh?

Franklin Clinton: He gettin' out? Then the State is in some real motherfucking trouble, nigga. I didn't think no amount of over-crowding would put that nigga back on the streets, dog.

Lamar Davis: Budgetary realignment, homie. They aligning the homie right up outta Bolingbroke.

Franklin Clinton: Damn! Well, let's just hope he don't fall back intro that same downward spiral that put him in to begin with, nigga.

Lamar Davis: You fucking with me, right?

Franklin Clinton: Yeah, I'm fuckin' with you, dog.

Lamar Davis: Going to snatch a fool, acting all judgmental and shit. Look at you man, that shit is lame.

(Second dialogue if you didn't completed "Father/Son before)

Franklin Clinton: Eh, why we doing this, dog?

Lamar Davis: Man, 'cause we supplementing our income.

Franklin Clinton: More like supplementing the drama in our lives.

Lamar Davis: Is that fool Simeon looking out for us? Or is he looking out for hisself?

Franklin Clinton: Shit, hisself, I guess.

Lamar Davis: So, how a couple of gutter-ass fools like us get ahead?

Franklin Clinton: By getting serious.

Lamar Davis: Exactly. We two highly motivated, results-driven motherfuckers with an entrepreneurial mindset.

Franklin Clinton: Oh, yeah, yeah. Highly motivated self-starters, huh? In the kidnapping sector.

Lamar Davis: Yeah. Starting big.

Franklin Clinton: But it always go wrong, don't it? All your schemes, for years.

Lamar Davis: They don't go right, but I wouldn't say that they go wrong all the time, neither. Not as wrong as they could.

Franklin Clinton: I ain't dead but I ain't rich neither.

Lamar Davis: How does forty thousand sound? 'Cause that's what happening right here.

Franklin Clinton: Man, I'll believe it when I'm holding it.

Lamar Davis: Three way split, homie. Me, you, and Chop.

Franklin Clinton: Man, Chop don't get shit. Chop a intern.

Lamar Davis: You hear that, Chop? Man, Frank tryin' to screw you.

(If Chop barks.)

Lamar Davis: Chop a free spirit. He bark all he likes.

(The two arrive at Vinewood Boulevard.)

Lamar Davis: He down this alley up here. Or: Lamar Davis: I been told he up in the alley.

(The camera shows D in the alley, talking to a girl.)

D: Hey what's up, boo? Ain't you little Laita's cousin?

Girl: Yeah.

D: Damn, you short with it? I was just saying, I was trying to holla at you.

Girl: And? You ain't hollering at nothin' over here.

D: Why is it gotta be like that? I'm a OG...

Girl: An OG, so what? So the fuck what, nigga? S'million OG's around here.

D: Well shit, how about I put one of these little X pills up your ass crack? Next thing you know you gonna be begging for it, boo boo.

Girl: That's disgusting.

(Franklin and Lamar, who have put on balaclavas, confront D.)

Lamar Davis: What's happening now, D man? Ain't no fun if the gangsters can't have none.

D: Man, fuck you, mark. I ain't sharing no ass with the CGFs.

Girl: Ain't nobody sharin' nothin'.

D: Man, shut the hell up, bitch!

Girl: Fuck you, nigga!

D: Man, fuck y'all. Hey, ain't there a law against you mark-ass gangstas, insignia-mask-wearing motherfuckers?

(Lamar pulls out a pistol.)

Lamar Davis: Oh, so what's up now, nigga? You snitchin' or somethin', nigga?

Girl: Oh, shit!

Lamar Davis: Bitch-ass nigga.

D: Fuck you, nigga. I'm outta here!

(D speeds away on his bike, almost running Franklin and Lamar over.)

Franklin Clinton: Watch out, nigga!

D: Fuck y'all, bitch!

Lamar Davis: Hey, come and get that nigga. Come on, let's go. Go! Go! Get in the van!

Franklin Clinton: You see what he's driving? Man, we in a van, motherfucker. We fucked!

Lamar Davis: Oh, gangster. We got this.

Franklin Clinton: Hold on, Chop.

(If D is getting away.)

Lamar Davis: He leaving us behind, fool.

(If the player bumps into something.)

Franklin Clinton: You okay, Chop?

If D is getting away.)

Lamar Davis: OG's gettin' away!

Franklin Clinton: What the fuck you say something for? We could have creeped up on this nigga.

Lamar Davis: You seen yourself, Franklin? You is a big black motherfucker, nigga. You creepin' days is over.

(If D is getting away.)

Lamar Davis: Do that weird, like, focus shit you do. That's forty Gs gettin' away right there.

Lamar Davis: I should have took the wheel.

Franklin Clinton: Like you coulda done better. This piece of shit ain't going no faster!

(If Franklin uses his special ability.)

Lamar Davis: You get all sex face when you do that, homie. That's hilarious.

(If chase continues.)

Lamar Davis: Get on him.

Franklin Clinton: We in a van, nigga. This motherfucker is slow as hell! Next time we goin' after a motherfucker in a car, alright? All these punk-ass bikes. If we snatching this dude, we snatching his ass right. Remember the homies around the block?

Lamar Davis: Man, the homies is lame.

Franklin Clinton Yeah, so we not. Cops were on their cellphone soon as they made the ransom call. Triangulated the signal. Ghetto birds all over the place. Surveillance, my nigga.

(D crashes on his bike.)

Franklin Clinton: Oh, shit!

Lamar Davis: Damn, he got fucked up! Man, take Chop, go get that fool!

Franklin Clinton: Nigga, you just sit on your ass there with your feet kicked up!

(Franklin lets Chop out of the van.)

Franklin Clinton: Come on, Chop, come on, go bite his ass, get that motherfucker, Chop!

(Chop chases after D who is trying to escape on foot.)

Franklin Clinton: Get him!

Franklin Clinton: The ransom's still the same if you got a bite taken out your ass.

Or:

Franklin Clinton: How the fuck you end up with your dumb ass owner, man? And how the fuck did I?

Passer-by: Put that dog on a leash!

Or:

Passer-by: You a trill hound, homie.

Franklin Clinton: I don't wanna watch you get eaten by this canine, punk./Let's do this, Chop Chop.

Franklin Clinton: Least I'm getting a workout./I thought you was an original gangster. You just a motherfucking chump. This like sprint training.

Franklin Clinton Get him, boy!/Take him down, homie!

(In the rail yard, D hops on a leaving train while another train comes from the other direction and blocks him from Franklin's view.)

Franklin Clinton: Aw, fuck! Come on, boy. Find that fool. Sniff him out, Chop Chop. Lead me to him.

Franklin Clinton: He hiding in that train, boy.

(Chop leads Franklin to a train, and Franklin starts opening boxcars to find D.)

Franklin Clinton: You in here?

(Franklin finds the first one empty.)

Franklin Clinton: Shit, this motherfucker empty.

Or:

Franklin Clinton: Come on. Where you at?

Franklin Clinton: You a mean motherfucker, man. Let's go.

Franklin opens the second boxcar.)

Franklin Clinton: Yo' ass caught!/Lay down, bitch!

(Franklin finds the second one empty.)

Franklin Clinton: Come on. Where you at?/Man, fuck.

Franklin Clinton: There you go.

Franklin Clinton: Where is he, boy? Come on, where is he?

Franklin Clinton: You got a whiff of him, Chop?

Franklin Clinton: We in this together, Chop. Let's go.

(Chop senses another nearby dog.)

Franklin Clinton: Hey, where you going, boy? That don't look like no Ballas OG to me. Chop! No! Down, boy!

Franklin Clinton: Shit, Chop. Man, that's a dude, dog. Your little nasty ass ain't picky, is you? Or: D: Come on, Chop. Get off there, man. We got shit to do. Man, that's a dude, Chop. You'll fuck anything. Get out that thing, Chop, you filthy motherfucker.

Franklin Clinton: Not the time, Chop. We got to go. Or: D: This ain't time for humpin', Chop. Come on, man.

Franklin Clinton: Come on, you horny little motherfucker. You need boot camp or some shit.

Franklin Clinton: Get back on that fat motherfucker, Chop! Eh, Chop. That smell like a Balla? You smell that motherfucker, boy? Or: D: Go boy! Where that OG at?

(Chop singles out one boxcar.)

Franklin Clinton: Come on, Chop. Come on boy./You a mean motherfucker, man. Let's go.

(Franklin opens it up to find D hiding inside.)

Franklin Clinton: Stop running, dog!

Or:

D: Give it up!

Franklin Clinton: You scared of dogs, nigga?

D: Oh, shit! Screw that dog, man.

Or:

D: Fuck you and your stupid dog.

Franklin Clinton: Don't hump him, bite his ass, Chop. Get his ass.

(Chop catches up to D and takes him down.)

D: Get off me! Fuck you, son of a bitch!

Franklin Clinton: Good boy, good boy.

D: That bitch just fucking bit me, man!

Franklin Clinton: Shut the fuck up.

(Franklin yells to Lamar who has followed them in the van.)

Franklin Clinton: Hey, man, get over here!

D: Oh, shit, what the fuck, man, I ain't got no beef with the CGF.

Franklin Clinton: 'Cause maybe we doing our own thing.

D: What the fuck, man?!

Lamar Davis: Get the fuck in the van, punk!

D: Shit! Hey, Lamar Davis, is that you, nigga?

Lamar Davis: Nigga, shut the fuck up, just get in.

D: Yeah that's you, nigga...

Franklin Clinton: Man, you fucking idiot.

D: Aww shit.

(Franklin calls for Chop to get back in the van.)

Franklin Clinton: Come on.

D: I said I had no beef, man.

Franklin Clinton: Shut the fuck up.

D: Hey, man, what the fuck?

Franklin Clinton: Watch him, boy.

D: Keep this fucking dog away from me!

Lamar Davis: Move, move! Come on!

D: Fuck!

(Franklin gets in the driver's seat and they all leave the rail yard in the van.)

Franklin Clinton: Hey, if you don't train Chop, he goin' be a lost cause like you.

Lamar Davis: We gonna stash this dude at my spot.

D: We going back to your crib? I been there when you was in diapers.

Lamar Davis: Shut up, man. You ain't recognize me.

D: I knew it was you before you took that flag off. You always been dumb, Lamar.

Lamar Davis: Really? Well, I guess that mean we gonna have to shoot yo' ass when we pick up our forty stacks.

D: You ain't gonna pick up shit. Feds gonna be on you before you can even move, nigga.

Lamar Davis: Be quiet. I gotta make a call.

(Lamar makes the ransom phone call to the Ballas.)

Lamar Davis: We got your boy.

Franklin Clinton: You calling them on a cellphone, you dumb motherfucker? They going to trace this shit in a sec!

Lamar Davis: We want forty thousand. It's pay me or pay the funeral director, motherfucker.

Franklin Clinton: What the fuck you gone done? You just gave them our location. Now we gotta let this motherfucker outta here.

(Alternate dialogue)

Franklin Clinton: Why the fuck you pull your flag down?

Lamar Davis: Man, needed to breathe.

D: Lamar motherfucking Davis. This just the kind of lame-ass shit marks like you try to pull.

Lamar Davis: Man, fuck you. And who the fuck is this Lamar nigga?

D: You lame, sucker.

Lamar Davis: We gonna see who lame when they got my two in the back of the head and little Chop Chop chewing on their shit. I'ma make some bills off this fool. Just shut up while I make the call.

(Lamar makes the ransom phone call to the Ballas.)

Lamar Davis: Yeah, we got your homeboy, and we ain't trippin'. We goin' smoke his ass if you don't come with that bread.

Franklin Clinton: This shit dumb. They goin' be all over your fuckin' cellphone.

Lamar Davis: Forty thousand, motherfuckers. Or this nigga goin' be in forty little pieces.

Franklin Clinton: What the fuck, homie? Half the city goin' be mobilized on this shit! We got to drop his ass!

(Franklin stops the van and allows D to escape.)

Franklin Clinton: Get the fuck outta here. And, gimme that damn phone.

Lamar Davis: What the fuck?

D: Fuck y'all. I be seein' y'all soon...

Franklin Clinton: Nigga, the only reason you been seein' shit 'cause we went easy on your ass. Remember that, dog!

D: And you owe me a bike too, you motherfuckers! Or

D: Dumb bitches!

Lamar Davis: This some bullshit. Take me down the cut.

(Franklin drives to the recreational center, where he drops Lamar and Chop off.)

Franklin Clinton: Man, what the fuck is wrong with you, nigga?

Lamar Davis: I was getting us paid. What the fuck is wrong with you, nigga? That was a good phone.

Franklin Clinton: A good phone? The cops was all over, nigga.

Lamar Davis: I coulda swallowed my card. Try to triangule that.

Franklin Clinton: It's too late. Shit's done. Least I saved you the indignity of pullin' apart your shit.

Lamar Davis: Nigga, I ain't afraid to get my hands dirty. Ol' precious motherfucker.

Franklin Clinton: This is what I mean, homie. We need to get serious. Get paid. This shit ain't working.

Lamar Davis: So your old white dude's gonna fix us. Where's my first class?

Franklin Clinton: Look, I'ma learn some skills, man. Pass 'em on. There's a whole city out there. It's waiting to be taken, nigga.

Lamar Davis: You just give me the heads up when you over that shit, nigga. Ready to wipe old due nut off your face. Ol' lame-ass mark!

Franklin Clinton: Man, fuck you Lamar.

(When they arrive, Lamar gets out and gets Chop.)

Lamar Davis: Alright, motherfucker.

Franklin Clinton: You the motherfucker. You'd better watch out for them Ballas, they gonna be on you now. Them cops gonna be on your ass too.

Lamar Davis: Yeah, I ain't worried about it. I'm a motherfucking gangster, you know how I do. I can take care of my sizelf.

Franklin Clinton: No the fuck you cizain't.