Just Business/Script< Just Business
(Carl and Smoke over at Smoke's house.)
Big Smoke: Hey, CJ, baby, whassup man?
Carl Johnson: What's happening, Smoke?
Big Smoke: Chillin'. Wanna go for a ride?
Carl Johnson: Yeah.
Big Smoke: You drive. We're going downtown.
(Carl and Smoke reach their destination and Smoke goes inside the Atrium.)
Big Smoke: Look Carl, before I walk in there I just need to know you down with this shit, man.
Carl Johnson: Look, Smoke, we go way back. We Groves, man!
Big Smoke: That's what I'm talking about, that's my dog! Hey look, if you hear shit start to pop off, come in there blasting, a'ight?
Carl Johnson: I'm down, dog.
(Big Smoke from the inside shouts.)
Big Smoke: Motherfuckers! CJ, get in here - oh there you are!
Big Smoke: Use some cover, they're blasting like fools in this motherfucker! Ice those fools, CJ!
Russian: Big Smoke, you made big mistake!
Big Smoke: Watch yourself, CJ, I think they's pissed! CJ, take the right and cover my ass! Keep it up baby! That's my dog, makin' y'all pay!
(Smoke and CJ kill all the Russians)
Big Smoke: Stick with me CJ, we outta here, baby!
Big Smoke: Stick real close Carl! Keep your head down, that airs as thick as shit in here!
Russian: Smoke, you and your friend are dead men!
Big Smoke: Motherfuckers! Back me up! That's my homie, CJ! Ha ha ha ha, homie, you ice cold, baby!
(All the attackers are dead, Smoke and Carl jump on a bike.)
Big Smoke: Time to return the favor baby, get on!
(Smoke and CJ drive down the spiral parking lot and are followed by a black bike)
Carl Johnson: They after us on a bike, Smoke!
Big Smoke: Waste any motherfucker that follows us!
Carl Johnson: Shit man, they comin' fo' us in a truck!
Big Smoke: Don't tell me about it, take it off the road, pop it!
Big Smoke: Damn! Look at all this traffic - GET OUTTA THE WAY! I'm comin' through!
Carl Johnson: We got bikes on our six - smash it Smoke!
Big Smoke: Hold on tight,baby!
(Smoke hits a ramp and jumps over 2 busses)
Carl Johnson: Aww Smoke, NOOOOOOO!!!
(The Packer hits a bus)
Carl Johnson: Ah, they hit a bus!
Big Smoke: Ha ha ha, I'll never dis public transportation again!
Big Smoke: Damn, road-blocked!
Carl Johnson: Ah Smoke, these cats is organised. It's something you ain't tellin' me man!
Big Smoke: Look Carl, all I know is that they're real pissed with us right now!
Big Smoke: Hold on though, I got an idea.
Carl Johnson: Smoke, what you thinkin'? Flood controls a dead end, man!
Big Smoke: To hell with that, we have to lose those cars, don't worry about that. I know a way out, up past Grove Street.
Carl Johnson: The old sewer tunnel? Oh man...
Big Smoke: Watch out backs!
Carl Johnson: Smoke, it's more bikes!
(The Packer truck drives off a bridge and into the canal, rejoining the chase.)
Carl Johnson: Oh shit, now the truck's found us again.
Big Smoke: Man, stop being so negative! Focus on the good news!
Carl Johnson: Such as?
Big Smoke: We ain't dead, and your trigger finger still works, fool! I think the gearbox is screwed up on this thing! I can't get no speed!
Carl Johnson: Yeah, who negative now bitch?
Big Smoke: Point taken. I'll keep my mouth shut from now on. Watch out backs!
(A car drops off the Packer, hitting a Russian car and causing it to explode.)
Big Smoke: OH SHIT!
Carl Johnson: Oh man, the cars found a ramp!
Big Smoke: Don't tell me about it, SHOOT!
(Another car falls off the Packer)
Big Smoke: Hold on!
Carl Johnson: Get us up that ramp, Smoke!
Big Smoke: I'm on it baby!
Carl Johnson: We still got bikes on us, man!
Big Smoke: Man, quit bitchin' and shoot as many of them assholes as you can! Fools totaled their truck!
Carl Johnson: Go around 'em, man!
Big Smoke: Screw that, we're taking the sceinc route!
(Smoke uses the packer to jump over a roadblock, causing all the roadblock cars to explode.)
Big Smoke: Fry, motherfuckers!
Big Smoke: That's the old sewer up ahead! Shoot out the gate!
(Carl can shoot the gate or leave it in place, resulting in them crashing through)
Big Smoke: Nice one, CJ, here we go!
Carl Johnson: Man, I used to hate this tunnel when we was kids.
Big Smoke: Hey, we can reminisce later, we still got company!
Carl Johnson: Don't these guys ever give up?
(After a long chase, Smoke and Carl manage to lose the Russians.)
Carl Johnson: We lost 'em, Smoke! Man, we better split up.
Big Smoke: Man, that was some crazy shit back there!
Carl Johnson: Yeah, for sure. Listen, we can't hang around here - I'll see you later, homie.