Mission set up
- Text message
Tonya Wiggins: JB missing PLZ help a sista out with another job. call meand ill explain. Tonya xoxoxoxo
(Franklin phones Tonya)
Tonya Wiggins: My brother from another crack mother!
Franklin Clinton: What's goin' on now?
Tonya Wiggins: JB. Nigga's gone AWOL, baby, I don't know what to do.
Franklin Clinton: Is he ever not AWOL?
Tonya Wiggins: He's bad, Franklin, got its claws in deep this time. They're on to him, leavin' messages, sayin' he gonna get cut. You ain't gonna let a sista starve?
Franklin Clinton: Look man, I'm not gonna let that happen, a'ight? Now, leave it with me.
(Franklin drives to the LSPD Auto Impound and gets into the Towtruck)
Dispatch: 10-33. This is dispatch. 10-33. We got a car stalled on the train tracks at Chum Street, Elysian Island. Who's got ears? Over.
Franklin Clinton: Yo, yo, I can handle that.
Dispatch: 10-4. Put the hammer down.
(Franklin drives to Chum St on Elysian Island)
Phil: Come on, come on! Start!
(Franklin hooks the car up and moves it off the tracks)
Phil: Holy crap that was close!
(Phil gets into the cab of the Towtruck)
Phil: Phew. Thought I was a gonna there for a second. Could you drop me off at the nearest repair shop?
Franklin Clinton: That's a bad place to break down.
Phil: Yeah it started spluttering at the crossing, then the engine just cut out. Damn car. Foreign trash, I've told my wife a hundred times. But she's like, "Oh no, Phil, you can't say that"... not any more. She'll soon change her tune when she finds out I nearly died! All this fancy eco-crap they put in cars now. We never asked for it. We never signed that treaty. A mile less to the gallon and maybe I wouldn't have ended up on top of the train tracks. I'm at a loss for words.
Franklin Clinton: Could've fooled me.
Phil: Makes a nice change to get towed for a good reason. Normally I'd be cussing you out, you know, asking you how you sleep at night.
Franklin Clinton: I'm sure you would, man.
Phil: You been in the business long?
Franklin Clinton: I ain't exactly in the business, just helping out a friend, dog.
(Franklin drives Phil and his vehicle to Glass Heroes on Innocence Blvd where he unhooks the car)
Phil: Okay, thanks again, that could've gone much worse.
(Franklin phones Tonya)
Tonya Wiggins: If it ain't the finest man in South LS.
Franklin Clinton: You can tell JB I did his work for him - again.
Tonya Wiggins: I will, boo. Soon as he wakes up.
Phils phone conversation
Phil: Hey buddy. No I can't come out to tonight I have an Epsilon meeting. No I don't believe any of that crap. Because that's the only way to land decent gigs in this town, man. Yeah, well, Kifflom yourself too buddy, later.