Tagging Up Turf/Script

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The following are dialog and mission script as seen during "Tagging Up Turf" in Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas


(Big Smoke and Sweet is playing basketball in a backyard on Grove Street)

Sean "Sweet" Johnson: C'mon, fat boy. C'mon, fat boy. Fat boy - look at you, look at...

Melvin "Big Smoke" Harris: Yeah, yeah, watch out, fool... Watch this, watch this... (laughing)

(Big Smoke scores and Carl is approaching)

Sweet: Look who's here, it's running man. What, you think you back on the set?

Carl Johnson: I told you that, bro.

Sweet: Your word don't mean shit around here.

Carl: C'mon, man, gimme a break.

Sweet: We gotta go hit up the hood.

Big Smoke: Hey, CJ.

Sweet: Let them know you're back on the set. The Johnson brothers are rolling again. Take this paint and go hit shit up. Start with our own set first.

(Sweet gives Carl a spray can)

Big Smoke: Later on, we'll spread out and take the whole hood back.

Sweet: You already spreading out, fat man. Now let's play. Now see what you got, pork chop.

(Big Smoke and Sweet continue playing basketball)

(When Carl is about to leave, he is stopped by Sweet)

Sweet: Hey, wait up!

Carl: Thought you'd hang with your brother, huh?

Sweet: Aw, ease up little man, c'mon, it's been difficult. You wanna drive?

Carl: Yeah, for sure.

(Carl and Sweet enters Sweet's car and drives away)

(Carl and Sweet arriving in Idlewood)

Sweet: Watch for those rollers as I tag this up.

(Sweet sprays the GSF tag over a Ballas tag on the side of a bridge in Idlewood)

Sweet: There's another two Balla tags in the hood. You go get 'em and I'll keep the engine running.

(Carl sprays the two tags and return to Sweet's car)

Sweet: C'mon let's cruise into Ballas territory.

(Carl and Sweet arriving in East Los Santos)

Sweet: You hit this up here, and I'll go up and do another hood.

(Carl sprays the tags and Sweet comes driving to Carl)


(Carl enters the car)

Sweet: Get us back to the hood, CJ!

(Arriving at Grove Street)

Sweet: Like riding a bike, ain't it, boy?

Carl: Yeah, it all comes back.

Sweet: How you doin' on the feddy?

Carl: I'm kinda short, you know. C.R.A.S.H. took all my paper, man, left me with nothing but small change.

Sweet: Here, get yourself a beer or something.

(Sweet gives Carl some money and they hug)

Sweet: I'll catch up with you.