I knew that fat fuck would see it our way.
Yeah, always do, once they understand the choices we're offering.
Say, Frank, what the hell are we gonna do
about this Hernandez coming on board with us?
Exactly the same thing as last time.
He's either gonna play our way, or he's gonna have a problem
like that oversized asshole back there.
Look, I ain't worried about that, Pulaski,
Pendelbury is more of a concern. If he does what he's threatening,
then shit's about to get real interesting.
Yeah.
Hey Frank, how about passing me a smoke?
Hey, lemme hit some of that, homie.
For sure, homie.
Man, what's this cess bullshit?
Man, you ain't got nothing real to smoke?
That ain't cess, homie. That's that hydro.
- Man, whatever! - Man, you sure about this thing?
Man, I'm telling you, dude, Grove Street's gone to shit, man.
- They done. - But we copping off
of one of they O.G.s, man. You sure this is cool,
- or this some kinda trap? - Be cool, man.
And if anyone tries shit...
- we blast 'em. - For sure.
Man, Grove Street ain't even no real gang no more, homie.
They perpetrators, now they even know it.
Shit changes. And this shit changes everybody, man.
Even O.G.s want a slice of this...
and loyal customers.
Guess you're right.
That shit changes everything, don't it?
For sure. Let's bounce, homie.
The way I see it, man,
I need to be in charge of my destiny, homie.
This way you will be, homie. This is all about destiny.
You know I got your back, right, homie?
Cool.
How my shit look, fool?
Yeah, yeah, it's cool.
Now, the way I see it is that we don't have a choice.
Ain't nothing to feel bad about.
You put a gun to a brother's head, brother's gonna do what he's told,
no matter if he's a fool or a wise man.
You don't want a bullet in the brain, but if you can make it work
and make some benjamins while you at it,
then that's cool.
It's gonna take more than a bullet in the head to stop me.
I don't doubt that, homie.
You gonna tell me right now, homie.
Tell me! You better tell me what I want to know.
Hey Mendez! Come on, enough.
Punk ass. I think this vato's a fucking rat, ese.
I can smell it on him.
I think that's something else we can smell.
- He ain't going to talk now. - So what do we do now, homes?
I think I got us a buyer down in Los Santos.
Por cuanto, homes? How much?
Not sure, yet. But they're talking big.
Up to a hundred k's a month, low risk.
Hello. Yeah. Yes.
Yes, you read it correctly.
Well, I'm sorry it seems that way to you.
Yeah. No. Yes.
- It's unconventional, yes. - Come on. Get off me, man.
Well, when did your methods ever get results? When?
Hey, I know people who are dead because of you,
so don't mess with me on this one, okay?
It's vital that it goes ahead. History will understand.
I've done a lot of work, they trust me now.
Yeah. No, you can't play with shit and not get dirty.
Everybody knows that. Even you, okay?
Now look, I gotta go. I gotta go.
Mendez!
Now listen. That was a buyer. We gotta step up production.
We're not thinking big enough here, okay?
My connections in Panama can get us all the product we need, untouched!
But you've got to arrange the market.
So why don't you stop dancing with your boyfriend here
- and get on it, all right? Huh? - Man, fuck it, man.
I'm gonna get this piece of shit outta here.
You weigh a lot for a fucking dead body, man.
- Baby needs diapers! - Oh!
- Shit! - Hey, fool, we losing the streets, man.
Nah. We just standing by our principles, homie.
But our principles are making us bitches, man.
Every day, Ballas get stronger, and you and I get weaker.
- You and I get poorer, man! - Man, that shit'll blow over.
- Oh whatever, man! - It always does.
Man, who ever heard of a gangster rapper called Jeffrey, man?
Hey Jeffrey, man, you're messing up the game, man!
O.G. Loc! Now that's a gangster name, man.
- Like Sweet or Big Smoke. - Jeffrey, you ain't no gangster.
Man, you ain't never put in no work for the set.
You a friend, but you ain't no gangster.
Man, I'm for real, homie. For real!
Okay, cool! Now kick rocks, you messin' up my game.
You know what? I'm gonna prove to y'all how real I am.
- Watch me! - Jeffrey, go to college, man!
Make something of yourself. Me and the fat man,
we messed our lives up. We fucked up in the game, man.
We products of the environment. Don't be a idiot, man.
Make us proud. Do shit different, baby.
But I'm a gangster rapper! It's my calling, homie!
Look man, do whatever you want, but get the fuck outta here.
No, man, go be a gangster someplace else, baby.
- Forget y'all! - This ain't a playground craze, man.
This is the biggest moneymaking opportunity
- that guys like us will ever see. - I got all the shit I need.
Man, I thought we was in this for the hood,
not destroying the family, man. This Grove Street, nigga.
- Roll the dice! - Talking of holding families together,
- you heard from CJ lately? - We ain't speaking.
He got his own life. More than he deserves.
What-- what-- what, Brian been dead, what,
- five years now? - Yeah, CJ have five years
when he should have been dead. Man, I lost two brothers, man.
One got killed and one showed himself,
- old perpetratin' ass bitch. - You real gangsta, man,
but you gotta lighten up. See, CJ, he's--
CJ running 'round like a fool on the East Coast.
He can rot in hell for all I give a fuck.
Damn. Shit!
- Oh! - Get out of the car!
- What the-- - Out! Now!
Joey ! Hey, wassup, man? It's CJ.
Yeah. I hear you. I never knew my dad,
but my brother used to make my life miserable.
Yeah well, that's what family for.
Anyway, I got that thing you wanted.
Want me to shoot it by the garage?
No, no. I gotta get this thing off the street, man.
It's way hot.
All right, cool. Later.
So, Johnny,
you want $5 million of my money?
I want to help you make a fortune, Mr. Leone.
My father wants to unite our organizations.
The Sindaccos and the Leones?
That's impossible. That's been impossible
since your associates whacked my cousin.
Hey, you know me. Business is business.
The personal stuff is nonsense.
I'd like to see a way past this bullshit.
- Now where were we? - Uh, you was...
- seeing a way past this? - No, I was saying I'd like to,
and you were asking me for $5 million.
So, let me understand it. I go in on your casino,
take a third stake along with your organization and the Forellis,
then I let you guys manage my investment for me?
- Bingo! - Yeah.
Yeah. You must really think my mother, God rest her soul,
fucked an idiot instead of my father.
Are you calling my mother an idiot who goes with morons?
No, of course not, Mr. Leone. I'm only making an offer.
Clearly, I misinterpreted your intentions here.
Look, I humbly apologize. Forgive me.
Sit down or I'll slit your throat myself!
You little cocksucker.
Ever since Sonny Forelli got himself pasted all over Florida,
you think you run things in this town.
You show me no respect. You insult my family.
Your father? He ain't fit to wipe my ass.
I'd fuck an elephant before I'd fuck your mother.
- How does that feel? - Mr. Leone, I think you're
- just misunderstanding-- - Hey, you're a good kid.
Me? I'm just an old fool.
What do I know? Nothing, really.
Actually, less than nothing.
You can have the money.
- We can? - If you give me control of the books.
Yeah, you see, we can't do that, Mr. Leone.
Then, I meant it. Your mother's a fucking transvestite.
I got an idea. What about a third party? An independent guy.
He runs the place, and together we run him.
We can't do that, Mr. Leone. We got our guy in there already.
Get rid of him. Show me exactly how much
you want my organization's involvement.
I don't need a bump.
Coke is for the weak. Coke is for the weak.
I am strong. I am strong!
Winners win and losers hit the rails
and nail hookers.
I am in control of my own destiny!
I need a job.
I've been disbarred from the law.
But I'm in control.
I've done it. I'm clean!
I'm cleaner than a new toilet seat.
I don't need a bump!
Ha! Ha!
I could use a ride.
Ah, this sucks.
Listen to me, son, I don't give a fuck about you,
about your principles, I don't give a fuck about your friends.
People who step in my way get fucked with.
Now, you got paid. You took the money.
I'm trying to set you up for life here, boy, and you're inadequate.
You're no use to me at all, boy.
Maybe I should kill you instead.
- Eddie, organize a hit squad. - Not a problem.
You hear that? You feelin' me here?
You about to wake up with your head 50 feet away
from your body, son. Do what we agreed.
Oh, you think you can put one over on me?
Do you? I don't think so.
So do it! This week!
- All good, pal? - Pal?
I'm your superior officer and don't you forget that shit!
- But yeah, all good. - So is he gonna do it?
Didn't I say it's all good?
- So we gonna go get the kid? - Yeah.
Let's initiate the little bastard into the force.
Ah, yes. Tommy Vercetti, please. Tell him Ken Rosenberg called.
Ken Rosenberg. You haven't heard of me? Who are you?
Ken Rosenberg. Rosenberg!
Oh! Oh really? You told him I called?
Look, I made that ingrate, and now he won't take my calls?
Just put him on the phone right now!
Hello? Hello? Damn it!
I got the signature! I am now the proud
and legal manager of The Gurning Chimps.
You're mine, Maccer, son. You're mine.
50 grand it cost to me to buy you out of your contract.
You're like a race horse or a great little sloshpot.
Guaranteed banker. This time, my son, this time!
Fucking great, kiddo. Bowing in!
- Give us an hug! - Come here!
I love you, lad. I love you.
- I've never felt like this before. - Fantastic, son.
A bit of emotion never hurt no one. Err, great.
Yeah, let me go now. You're sweating.
Wow! These doves are blinding.
- I'm rushing me cock off! - How many have you done, then?
19. Come on! Give it some!
- You got any B, Pablo? - No!
50 grand for this northern prick.
America! America!
I can't fucking wait!
- Give me your fucking money! - All right, man. All right, man.
- Here, man. Here, man, take it. - Yeah.
Come on, man, just don't shoot me.
Punk ass motherfucker!
Hey, how's your woman?
She's a ballbuster. Ever since we moved to Venturas,
all she wants to do-- spend, spend, spend.
For Chris-sakes, I got better luck on the tables.
Yeah, I hear you. Hey, give me a hand
- with this guy, will you? - Yeah.
I mean, why'd we whack Mickey anyhow?
- He was a stand-up guy. - I dunno, something about money.
Oh man. What, he was on the take?
Nah, he was kosher. A little too kosher.
- That's why he had to go. - Oh, I get it.
Yeah, he was declaring too much money,
so we gotta get a new guy in. You know,
I hear the Leones are lending the bosses some money.
- The Leones? - Yeah.
Get the fuck outta here. We hate the Leones.
I know. That's what I said to Johnny,
but he said they needed the money.
Buona-notte, dirtball.
So, Mickey gets capped, so we get a new guy in,
who everybody bullies. Then, when he misbehaves...
- We dig another hole. - Exactly.
Hey, you hear about Bobby back east?
- No, what? - He's gone queer.
- Can you believe that shit? - Oh Mother of Christ Almighty,
- I've seen everything! - Minchia!
So, we got a vacancy. We kept our end of the bargain.
Then I guess we're on. You want something to drink?
No, no, I'm good, thank you. So, who's gonna run this casino for us?
Hey, we're gonna need a real idiot. A guy we can all push around.
There's this lawyer, used to work for the Forellis down in Florida.
I heard he's sniffing around for a job.
Just got out of rehab or something.
- Yeah, that'll work. - I'll make a call.
- Great. - Hey...
don't fuck this up, kid.
So, you're the new kid, huh?
Yeah, been working on the streets 3 years though,
and I realized there is only one kind of crime in Los Santos--
gang crime. That's why I joined CRASH.
Get in the car, kid.
I was called in on this domestic dispute case once.
You got this young kid, okay?
Can't be more than 20 years old,
beating up his wife. So I figure, easy, right?
No man hits a woman. Well, it turns out this woman
spends all day freebasing and nearly let their kid starve to death.
All right, so what do I do?
I could take this guy in, and leave a little kid with a drug-addict mother,
or I let a guy off with beating up his wife.
- I mean, it's difficult out there. - Domestic violence?
Yeah, yeah. Serious stuff, man.
Yeah, I'm sure. Pulaski, pull over.
Well, I deal with drug dealers, gangbangers and psychotics,
all of them chasing after a lot of money,
none of them scared to kill me, you, or all our families,
if they think it'll help them.
Now, this is a bit more serious than a domestic dispute, pal.
I didn't mean anything by it. I was just--
I'm not really interested in what you meant to say.
See, what you said was you found a woman on drugs a difficult situation.
Now how the hell am I supposed to trust you
- if you're so easily confused? - Look, I'm a good cop.
This ain't about being a good cop, Pepe.
It's about taking control of the streets from the fucking savages
- who've got it now! - I know!
- Then you'll do what it takes? - Yeah, whatever it takes!
'Cause this is a game of percentages, 24/7, 365. We're just trying
- to screw as many bad guys we can. - Yeah, I know.
That means letting some bad guys get away with things.
And sometimes it means doing shit that you ain't proud of,
because you're strong enough and smart enough
- to understand the bigger picture. - Look, I know.
You don't know shit. Get the fuck out the car, ese.
Are you enjoying yourself, huh?
N-no! I just-- you know, just getting a feel for the place.
So this is the way it is. You're sitting here already,
having a good time. Me, 5 million in the hole to the Sindaccos,
and you not doing a thing about it? Huh?
No, not at all. I spoke with Johnny.
- He explained everything. - Oh, you spoke with Johnny?
- Yeah, he came by-- - You spoke with him, huh?
- Yeah! - Did you suck him off as well,
you little fucking weasel? You're my man, not his!
I've got a good mind to end this here and now, you Judas, you rat!
Come on, sir! I thought that was the job.
Oh, you thought that was the job? Mike, get the door.
I'm the job! Me and my money.
And I want it back, and I want it back fast.
Johnny fucking Sindacco even so much as blinks at you,
I want to hear about it. You find a way
to get me my money and fast. Understood?
Yes! Yes! Understood! Understood.
And cheer up. Have some fun around here.
This is supposed to be a casino, not a monastery.
Christ, I've had more fun taking a crap than I've had here.
Come on, go get me a drink.
Smile, schmuck!
- Who you gonna tell now? - Eddie, chill out, man.
- The prick's still breathing. - That's good.
Hernandez...
- finish him off. - Come on. Please.
- Don't make me do this! - Say what?
- I can't. - Hey, I thought you understood.
- He's a fucking cop, you maniac. - Not no more he ain't.
We went over this. It's about percentages.
- I know! - So who's side you on,
- his or mine? - Yours, Frank! Yours!
Then be a fucking man. You cap him, or I cap you.
Come on, do it! Pull the trigger!
No! Oh shit! Hell!
- Oh Mama! Mama! - No! No! No!
Come on, girl!
- Mama! - No!
- Damn! Damn. - No!
CJ, it's your brother.
Okay. What you want?
I think you better come home.
It's about Mama. She's dead, bro'.