Home Coming/Script

The following is a script of the Home Coming mission in Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas.

Script

(Carl is inside the studio talking to someone over a call.)

CJ: (on phone) I don't care 'how', I care 'when'. As in 'now'. You hear me? (someone grabs the phone from behind) Hey, man, what the - ? (rises)

Toreno: (keeps the phone on the table as it is revealed to be him) Hello, boss man. Taking care of business I see.

CJ: Toreno, fuck you. I almost lost my life out there for you.

Toreno: I've just got one tiny little thing for you to do, then I'm out of your life forever.

CJ: You know what? (pulls out a pistol) I'm tired of your fucking little jobs.

Toreno: Oh, will you stop. This is pathetic, come on. You're embarrassing yourself. (lowers Carl's hand) Come on, put it down. Don't be ridiculous, OK? Hey, I got a little surprise for you here. You ready for this? Huh? Answer it.

(Suddenly, the phone rings, and Carl picks it up after Toreno nods in position.)

CJ: Hello?

Sweet: Carl, it's me, Sweet.

CJ: (sits down, sunk into the chair) Aw, Sweet!

Sweet: I don't know what happened, they just released me. No idea what's going on, but I'm in the square outside the precinct in Commerce.

CJ: Alright you hold tight, I'll be right there.

Sweet: Alright.

(Carl hangs up the phone and rises.)

CJ: So what was that little job you was talking about, Toreno?

Toreno: I just want you to go pick up your brother. Get out of here.

(Carl arrives at the precinct, and is greeted by Sweet.)

Sweet: What's up, bro?

CJ: Hey, what's up, man?

Sweet: How you doin', bro?

CJ: I'm alright, man. Hey, man - we off to our new spot! We got a mansion, Sweet! We been putting in work, and shit is going well. We got a stake in a casino, we got some insane shit in Fierro, we're getting into the rap game! Hey man, let me get you some new clothes, c'mon!

Sweet: New clothes? (keeps his briefcase down) Nigga, what the fuck is this bullshit?

CJ: What you mean, man? What's mine is yours, and you know that.

Sweet: You never did get it, did you, Carl? I need to check on things in the hood. Man, that's the problem. You always a perpetrator, runing from what's real.

CJ: Hey man, shit's fucked up there. You don't want to be in the hood.

Sweet: No. That's exactly where I want to be. What you done for our hood?

CJ: Man, what the hood done for me? Always dragging me down. Ever since I got out of the hood shit been cracking. That's everybody's dream, to get out of the hood...

Sweet: Man, you sound just like Smoke right now.

CJ: Alright, man, you hard. I'm gonna show you what's going on in the hood. (once in the vehicle) You gotta understand, shit's all fucked up now, dude.

Sweet: Yeah.

CJ: What you want, it ain't round here no more.

Sweet: Just take me to momma's house.

(Both arrive at Grove Street.)

Basehead: Yo, man, y'all want to buy a blender? It's really good. It sorta works.

Sweet: Man, what the fuck? That's Mom's blender!

CJ: Looks like baseheads have took over the spot. Let's go home.

Sweet: This is home, man. Get these fuckers out of Mom's house! You was born in there. Damn!

(After reclaiming Grove Street from the Ballas and smoking out the dealers, Carl and Sweet have a conversation.)

CJ: Alright, man, let's get out of here. Go see Kendl.

Sweet: Kendl can come see me right here, at here home.

CJ: But it ain't nothing here no more.

Sweet: Rome wasn't built in a day, niggah!

CJ: (walks away) My brother can be a real pain in the ass.