Franklin and Lamar/Script

This is the script for the Franklin and Lamar mission in Grand Theft Auto V.


Dr. Isiah Friedlander: Your son, James. He's a good kid?

Michael De Santa: He's a good kid? A good kid? Why? Does he help the fucking poor? No. He sits on his ass all day, smoking dope and jerking off while he plays that fucking game. If that's our standard for goodness... then no wonder this country's screwed.

Dr. Isiah Friedlander: And what about you?

Michael De Santa: What about me? Hey... I didn't have the advantages that kid has. By the time I was his age, I'd already been in prison twice. I robbed banks. I ran whores. I smuggled dope.

Dr. Isiah Friedlander: And you consider them achievements?

Michael De Santa: These were the opportunities I had. At least I took 'em.

Dr. Isiah Friedlander: And where did these opportunities get you, Michael?

Michael De Santa: They got me right... fucking here! The end of the road! With a big house and a useless kid and I'm stuck talking to you because no one else gives a shit. Oh I'm living the dream, baby, and that dream is fucked! It is... fucking fucked!

Dr. Isiah Friedlander: Let it all out.

Michael De Santa: I think I just did.

Dr. Isiah Friedlander: Oh, well I, think that's all we have time for... Same time next week?

Michael De Santa: I guess...

(Michael begins to leave Dr. Isiah Friedlander's office)

Michael De Santa: I gotta tell you, I ain't too sure this shit is working for me.

Dr. Isiah Friedlander: Hm. Well, a sense of overriding futility is a vital part of the process. Embrace it.

Michael De Santa: What ever you say, Doc.

(Michael leaves Dr. Isiah Friedlander's office and walks along a path, seeing a homeless man stumble)

Michael De Santa: I know just how you feel.

(Michael sits down on the bench while Franklin and Lamar walk by)

Lamar Davis: Man, shit gotta be around here somewhere.

Franklin Clinton: Unless they buried it under the sand, fool. Another brilliant Lamar Davis production.

Lamar Davis: Man, fuck you.

(Lamar turns to talk to Michael)

Lamar Davis: Hey, excuse me, homie, can you tell me where Bertolt Beach House is?

Michael De Santa: No, homie, I cannot.

Franklin Clinton: Man, would you come on? Fuck!

Michael De Santa: Actually, yeah. It's that house right there, with the yellow stairs.

Lamar Davis: Yeah, good looking out homie, appreciate it.

(Franklin and Lamar continue to walk towards Bertolt Beach House)

Franklin Clinton: Man, get your stupid ass on. Damn! Why don't you ask him if he knows the fucking owner? Or better yet, do some sky writing that reads there's a couple of niggas here about to boost some cars in case somebody didn't realize.

Lamar Davis: See, what you don't realize, is that we ain't boosting. This shit is legit business.

Franklin Clinton: Legit? Oh yeah, I forgot, huh? 401Ks, tax returns and all. Yeah, right.

Lamar Davis: You the one all pumped up on doing this lick, nigga. I'm getting my money in the hood. I'm straight, fool. I'm cool.

Franklin Clinton: You cool? Cool what? Slinging dope and throwing up gang signs? Yeah, right.

Lamar Davis: Whatever, man.

(Franklin and Lamar arrive at Bertolt Beach House)

Lamar Davis: Yeah, homie, this the spidnot right here. Your boy Simeon wasn't bullshitting.

Franklin Clinton: Man, get your ass in there.

Lamar Davis: Bring your ass, fool, you're always trying to boss somebody. Come on. Come on. Shit, come on.

(Franklin and Lamar locate the cars up for repossession)

Lamar Davis: Damn, This nigga must got the baby dick.

Franklin Clinton: Yeah, and all this shit paid for with bad credit.

Lamar Daivs: Whoohoo. Come to Daddy. Which one you want, nigga?

(Franklin gets into one of the cars up for repossession)

Lamar Davis: You always was an old choosy motherfucker. Aw, you ballin' hard with the drop top, huh?

Franklin Clinton: I might just be.

Lamar Davis: Whatever, nigga, it ain't gonna make you go no faster. Hit me on the speakerphone, I'm movin'!

(Lamar drives away)

Franklin Clinton: Oh, it's like that, nigga?

(Franklin leaves and begins to follow Lamar, phoning him)

Lamar Davis: Right up here, homie. I'm 'bout to go nice and slow for yo' bitch-ass.

Franklin Clinton: Yeah, that's cool. Eh, remember we got to be careful with these rides, homie. 'Cause Simeon ain't about to dock my pay again...

Lamar Davis: Homie, man, if you need some bread, I could hook you up with JB's tow truck. It ain't got glamor but there's money to be made.

Franklin Clinton: So him and Tonya can smoke crack in peace? Homie, I'm good.

Lamar Davis: Come on, Frank.

Franklin Clinton: If you wanna chuck them thangs?

Lamar Davis: Damn, dog, how much we gettin' for these repos? I'ma be one reluctant motherfucker givin' this up.

Franklin Clinton: Man, there's enough bad credit going around, homie. It's like there's an endless supply in this fucked up ass country.

Lamar Davis: Right, homie.

Franklin Clinton: Alright.

Lamar Davis: Up here, through the studio. Let's show these movie people how we do!

(Franklin and Lamar drive through the film studio)

Actress: What the fuck?!

Franklin Clinton: Oh, we filmin' shit here! Huh?

Lamar Davis: Remember this is Yetarian's car.

Franklin Clinton: Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Lamar Davis: Eh, eh. Down this alley here.

Franklin Clinton: Uh huh.

(If Franklin falls behind Lamar)

Lamar Davis: Keep up, homie!

Franklin Clinton: Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

(If Franklin crashes into Lamar)

Lamar Davis: Stop rubbing on me, man, it's creepin' me out!

(Franklin and Lamar drive back towards Premium Deluxe Motorsport)

Lamar Davis: This meant to be your shit.

Franklin Clinton: Please, homie. Get off the road.

Lamar Davis: I'm thinking left.

Franklin Clinton: Fine.

(Franklin and Lamar continue to drive towards Premium Deluxe Motorsport)

Lamar Davis: Left here.

Franklin Clinton: Fine.

(If Franklin damages the car)

Lamar Davis: Keep bustin', loc!

Franklin Clinton: I'll come at you from the shoulders, homie.

(Franklin and Lamar continue to drive towards Premium Deluxe Motorsport)

Lamar Davis: Whoo! You wanna get whips like this, you gotta stay on yo' gridnind.

Franklin Clinton: Nigga, and do some time over nickels and dimes? I'll stick to repos, dog.

(Franklin and Lamar continue to drive towards Premium Deluxe Motorsport)

Franklin Clinton: Hey, dog, we'd be doing Simeon a disservice if we didn't test these rides out.

Lamar Davis: He ain't even gonna know if they good if we don't push them to the brink. You feel me? Keep up homie!

Franklin Clinton: Whatever, homie.

(Franklin and Lamar continue to drive toward Premium Deluxe Motorsport')

Lamar Davis: We goin' right.

Franklin Clinton: Yeah. Whatever you say.

Lamar Davis: Left here. We going through the parking lot.

Franklin Clinton: Shit. Cool homie.

Lamar Davis: You ain't even testin' me.

Franklin Clinton: Eh. Screw you too, homie.

(If Franklin is behind Lamar)

Lamar Davis: I'm schoolin' yo' ass, boy!

(If Franklin overtakes Lamar)

Franklin Clinton: Night night!

(Franklin and Lamar drive towards the Union Depository)

Lamar Davis: We buzzing the Union Depository, motherfucker!

Franklin Clinton: That super-bank? Motherfucker, you an idiot.

(Franklin and Lamar stop in the Union Depository car park)

Franklin Clinton: What you go and slow up the road for, dog? Move over so the traffic can flow through.

Lamar Davis: Whatever, nigga. I'll let something flow through your ass.

Franklin Clinton: Dog, I ain't too sure that joke works, dog.

Lamar Davis: Ahh, shit.

(A police siren is heard in the background)

Lamar Davis: Oh shit, the one time!

Franklin Clinton: Be cool, fool, we got the paperwork.

Lamar Davis: Whatever, you explain tbat shit. I'll see you at the dealership.

(Lamar drives away while the police begin their search for him and Franklin. The two drive off in different directions, losing the police, and return to Premium Deluxe Motorsport)

Jimmy De Santa: I don't get you, bro.

Simeon Yetarian: You are a racist and I don't like you, and I will not sell you this car, I will not. You make my skin crawl, you neo-nazi. Ah, you are all the same.

(Simeon realises Franklin and Lamar have returned)

Simeon Yetarian: This racist insulted me.

Lamar Davis: Ay, what's up, fool? Who you callin' a nigga?

Jimmy De Santa: No, no. I'm not callin' nobody a nigga.

Lamar Davis: Man, what the fuck.

Jimmy De Santa: I... I... mean...N-word. I... I... That's not cool. Man, I don't say that.

Lamar Davis: You're fuckin' right and you'd better keep it right 'cause this man right here he's an international businessman, a multiculturalist.

Simeon Yetarian: That I could not have put better myself. But seriously, maybe he's not a racist, but I don't think that he is man enough for a car like this.

Jimmy De Santa: W... wait a second.

Lamar Davis: This guy right here? Him? Get him a hybrid. That's a real man's car.

Simeon Yetarian: I think you are right, Lamar. You'll get a tax rebate. I understand money is an issue, eh.

Jimmy De Santa: Money isn't an issue.

Lamar Davis (whispering to Franklin Clinton): This is the best part, watch this when he reel him in he gonna get all this fool's money, watch this.

Franklin Clinton: Look, man, I gotta go. Hey, Simeon, I'm out. I'll holla at you homie.

(Franklin begins to leave)

Lamar Davis: It's the best part, man.

Simeon Yetarian: So, Jimmy, are you sure you are man enough? Take the wheel, show me.

Jimmy De Santa: Uhh, sure, uhh, okay.

Lamar Davis: How 'bout we fall through, homie?

(Jimmy De Santa starts the cars engine)

Simeon Yetarian: Excellent. Now, listen to the quality of the stereo.

(Lamar gets in Franklin's car and Franklin drives back to his house in Forum Drive)

Lamar Davis: This chump change. How am I gonna knock a bad, grown and sexy bitch if I don't get a fat pee-zocket.

Franklin Clinton: Who you tryin' to impress?

Lamar Davis: Your auntie Denise. With all that ass, nigga, she's got ass.

Franklin Clinton: She grown, yeah. She grown into a fuckin' idiot.

Lamar Davis: Nah, she's sexy.

Franklin Clinton: Sexy? She more like obsessed with sex, nigga.

Lamar Davis: Nah, mad for the penis. That's exactly how I like my women.

(Franklin and Lamar arrive at Franklin's house)

Franklin Clinton: Man, shit, it's good to be home.

(Franklin and Lamar walk towards the front door)

Lamar Davis: Wassup, can a loo come up in your crib?

Franklin Clinton: Man, fuck you. I'll see you at work.

Lamar Davis: Ah, nigga, don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful, nigga. Maybe if you got rid of that old yee-yee ass haircut you got you'd get some bitches on your dick. Oh, better yet, maybe Tanisha'll call your dog-ass if she ever stop fuckin' with that brain surgeon or lawyer she fucking with. Nigga...

(Lamar begins to walk away)

Franklin Clinton: What? Hmph.

(Franklin enters his and his aunt's house)

Denise Clinton (talking into a phone): Woo, honey. Y'all telling me. Oh, he here. We living on top of each other and it ain't right.

(Franklin enters the living room)

Denise Clinton: Shoo. shoo! Get on out of here.

(Denise begins ignoring Franklin and talking into the phone again)

Denise Clinton: Okay baby, I'll see you at that thing, you hear?

(Denise turns back to Franklin)

Denise Clinton: I was on the phone boy, don't be listening! Goddamn freeloader!