Episode #1
Scene #1
The screen is all black. A motor is heard running. An unknown voice with a chinese accent is heard.
Wa Shen: Everybody ready? I'll keep the car running, check your ammo.
The car is clearly heard stopping. Rifles and pistols are heard cocking. The car doors are heard opening, and then closing, and we finally see. On camera are four men in black, wearing black ski masks. Three of them are holding automatic rifles and the fourth is dual-holding silver coloured Combat Pistols.
Brandon Tran: Let's go, we can't be seen here...
The four men enter, carefully, through a brown door, closing it shut behind them, and then we see the lettering "Employees Only" in stencil on the door.
Scene #2
We see a burger flipping, and dropping back on the grill. Behind the grill is a young man, wearing a Burger Shot cook uniform and a blue cap over a hair net. Behind him is another man, either tanned or of latin descent, wearing the same uniform, mopping what we now are aware to be the Burger Shot kitchen floor.
Luiz Vialpando: You gonna talk to her or what, holmes?
The cook chuckles as we see him looking forward. Through his vision we see the back of the girl at the cash register.
Brett Reddick: Not in a million years..."holmes".
Luiz stops mopping and turns to Reddick, turning his back to the four armed robbers now making their in from behind the only wall in the relatively small restaurant kitchen that isn't the limit between the latter and the outdoors.
Luiz Vialpando: Come on, man, I've seen you look at he--
One of the Combat Pistols is then pressed against the back of Vialpando, shutting him up.
Brett Reddick: (Turning Around) You've seen what, now?--Holy sh...
Reddick drops the spatula on the floor, seeing two rifles being pointed at him.
Brandon Tran: Shh... We don't need to raise any alarm, do we? Alright now. This is what you're going to do.
Tran leans his body a little bit to the left, taking a look at the counter.
Brandon Tran: You're gonna finish that burger, and you're going to send it over to the miss over there. As soon as that client leaves, you tell her to empty the cash register and bring all of the money back here, or your buddy dies.
Luiz Vialpando: Don't let them do this, ma--
Liam Xu: SHUT UP!
We then see the girl at the counter. Nameplate on her shirt reads Jenna Phillips. She awkwardly looks back but isn't able to see anything but the wall that separates the kitchen from the front of the restaurant, and a bit of what she assumes to be Brett's left shoulder. She turns back to her client with an embarrassed smile. We go back to the kitchen and see Reddick turning back around to finish the burger. As he does so, we see Jin Lee, holding the back door they came in through, opening it to take a look outside, checking if the coast is clear.
Brett Reddick: You know what?
Reddick turns back round, looking straight into each of the rifles pointed at him, then at Tran.
Brett Reddick: You can shoot him, for all I care. You can take her too. And I'm not even gonna ask you to let me go, either. I just don't care anymore.
Kenzo: Oh, really?
Kenzo slams the back of his rifle hard against the back of Reddick's head, knocking him out on the floor... Brett stares up at Kenzo, spits a bit of blood from his mouth.
Brett Reddick: Fuck you.
Xu then kicks his face, hard.
Brandon Tran: God dammit, Ken, for fuck's sake. Why do you always have to do this shit?
The client looks over Jenna's shoulder, trying to peek at the kitchen. Then back at Jenna.
Lincoln Lucke: What's going on back there?
He then chuckles lightly.
Jenna Phillips: I'm sorry, it doesn't usually take this long.
Lincoln Lucke: No need to rush...I have a show at five but I'm in no need to hurry.
She smiles.
Jenna Phillips: And what do you do?
Lincoln Lucke
Choice #1
A - "I'm a magician. I mean...I do a few tricks here and there."
B - "I'm a magician...Come to my place and I'll make your underwear disappear."
Although we are still seeing the front counter, we hear voices coming from the kitchen.
Brandon Tran: We're taking him with us. Jin, Kenzo, put him in the trunk. Liam keep your eye on Mexico over here. Gimme two minutes.
Brandon ducks and walks toward Jenna from behind, he then throws himself, spinning, and slides toward her. He points both guns at her and triggers the safety off.
Brandon Tran: Scream and you're dead.
She looks down, frightened, then back front, but nobody's there. Linc vanished as if into thin air. She manages to still be sarcastic through her heavily breathing...
Jenna Phillips: Magic...
Brandon Tran: What did you say!? Go get a bag, and empty the register, now!
Jenna walks toward the Burger Shot plastic bags, and picks up one. Slowly, she alks back, toward the machine. She opens it, and empties all the money into the bag.
Brandon Tran: Attagirl. Now to the kitchen.
Jenna slowly paces to the kitchen, where she sees Vialpando with a rifle pointed at his back.
Luiz Vialpando: Hijos de puta...You don't know who you're messing with. I got ties with the Vagos, holmes.
Liam Xu: I said, shut. UP.
Liam kicks him on the back of the leg, making Luiz fall to his knees. He points the rifle at the Colombian youngster's head, and the latter starts to crack into crying, showing all the despair he could show. Brandon appears from behind Jenna, who has since stopped.
Brandon Tran: Drop the bag.
She does as she's told. Brandon guards his guns in their respective waist holsters, and picks up the bag.
Brandon Tran: Alright, Liam, lock them in the freezer. We're out of here.
Liam Xu: Up, up, up, up, up.
Luiz slowly stands up and walks toward the freezer behind the wall, Tran opens the door and both of the workers reluctantly yet obediently walk in. The door is closed shut.
Liam stares at the bag and chuckles.
Liam Xu: Four cheeseburger meals with large cokes, huh?
Tran gives out an ironic half smile and they walk out of the restaurant. There's a zoom-out and we see the car speed out of the back alley. On the car's radio player we hear none other than V-Rock DJ, Jordan Jones, as we view a panoramic view of the Vice Beach Island.
(On The Radio) Jordan Jones: Looks like something just happened up on the North Point Mall's Burger Shot. A couple of workers found locked in the freezer. Reported robbery and kidnapping. And it was just when we thought that crime had left for good... (Chuckle) Who am I fooling, this city's been stuck in the 80s since the 70s! We'll keep you updated, right after this classic!
(On The Radio) Jordan Jones: Dad used to love this one before he sold out!
"I Wanna Rock" plays as we see the city. Vice City. We see pornstars rollerskating down the Ocean Beach Avenue. We see the line of palm trees, beachside hotels and motels and bars and nightclubs. And, finally, we see the Leaf Links golf course.
Scene #3
A golf club hits a ball hard! And it flies far away. We see none other than "prestiged" actor Johnny B. Goldman, wearing some plaid trousers, a beige golf hat and a white t-shirt. He turns around to face his caddy, a middle aged short black man, in all-whites, tucking the golf club and ball bags into the back of the golf cart. JB addresses him in a fun, yet proud tone.
Johnny B. Goldman: How about that, huh?
He gives a short laugh as the short man turns to him and answers in a raspy voice.
Morgan Cooper: That was a great shot, sir!
JB walks toward the passenger's seat of the golf cart as Morgan goes around it.
Johnny B. Goldman: Let's get going then.
The golf cart starts moving as we see JB and Morgan more up-close now.
Johnny B. Goldman: Can't believe I've never been to this place. Only time I came to Vice City was to shoot a film on Prawn Island over fifteen years ago!... Good times. Except everyone in my family thought I was acting in a porn film just because it was with Interglobal.
JB Goldman laughs as Morgan smiles along.
Johnny B. Goldman: I'll tell you, though, Morgan, you were absolutely right. This truly is the best golf course in San Andreas. Gotta give it to y--
The Asteroid 9 Theme Song starts playing and we hear a vibration. JB looks down and pulls off his cellphone from his trousers.
Johnny B. Goldman: Excuse me...
JB presses the button and holds the phone close to his ear.
Johnny B. Goldman: What do you want?
(On The Phone) Quentin: It's done. Nigga won't be stealing yo' roles no mo', you can be sure o'that.
Johnny B. Goldman: YOU...
Johnny looks at his caddy then back to the other side, whispering.
Johnny B. Goldman: You killed him?
(On The Phone) Quentin: Nope...Let's just say he doesn't...look too well. Not anymore. Also got a couple grand from his wallet, kaching!...
JB rolls his eyes...
(On The Phone) Quentin: When are you getting us our money, Johnny?
Johnny looks back and signals Morgan to turn round and then sighs as Morgan obliges.
Johnny B. Goldman: Meet me at my place in an hour and a half, don't be late.
Johnny hangs up the phone.
Johnny B. Goldman: Looks like we gotta do this some other day.
Morgan Cooper: And I'll be looking forward to that, sir.
The scene cuts as the golf cart turns round.
Scene #4
From inside a car we see Quentin putting his phone in his jeans' pocket and entering an old white Voodoo and driving off.
Tyrese White: Come on, man, what'you waitin' here for, follow them.
We see Ty and another member of the Families in an even older and crappier car, a black '96 Jackal, that then drives off. From behind the front seats we see them both.
(On The Radio) Abby Marwan: And now stay with this N.W.A. classic, Express Yourself...
Smash O'Donnell: You sure 'bout this, man?
Tyrese stares at the driver in disbelief.
Tyrese White: Nigga are you kidding?
He turns back to look at the road.
Tyrese White: I'm sure about everything. I used to just sit at my window and seeing CJ and the rest of the gang layin' a massacre on dumb motherfuckers like that. And now we supposed to just sit back and enjoy them running our turf?
Smash O'Donnell: It's their turf, now.
Ty stares at Smash.
Tyrese White: Nigga shut yo'face.
He then stares back in front and starts rambling to himself.
Tyrese White: Can't believe this fucking nigga..."it's their turf, now". God dammit...
Smash O'Donnell: What?
Ty stares at O'Donnell again.
Tyrese White: Nigga shut up before I slap the black off you.
They make a turn as the scene cuts.
Scene #5
A motel shows on camera. It doesn't look any good. We see the neon lettering that reads "Quicky Tighty Motel" and it cuts to black. We then see money being counted on somebody's hands. And it is a LOT of money, which we see as the slow zoom out shows the bed Fletcher Hewitt is sat on, with a bunch more bill stacks than just the one in his hands. We hear a pounding on the door as Fletch leaps a bit on the spot.
Big Tito: Hewitt I know you're in there! This is your last chance! We all know you cheated.
We see Fletcher wiping the sweat off his forehead.
Big Tito: Come out right now and I swear I won't break all of your fingers!
Tito is heard laughing. Fletcher has to make a quick decision. Will he walk out or run through the back window with the money, probably risking his life? Hewitt stands up and looks down the window. He is displeased to see that there's no garbage container to break his fall like in the movies.
Fletcher Hewitt: Alright, just gimme a second!
Hewitt stops looking down the possible two story tall fall and starts getting all of the money into his grey duffel bag.
Big Tito: YOU DON'T HAVE A SECOND! Not anymore. Just get your lousy ass out here.
We see a close-up of Hewitt's face, as he stares at the door.
Fletcher Hewitt
Choice #1
A - Jump out the window.
B - Walk out and try to convince Big Tito you didn't cheat.
C - Try to run past Tito.
There's a very fast camera movement that leads our view out of the open window and into a back alley behind the Motel, where we see a black man in a white tanktop with a purple skullcap and baggy black trackpants talking to a white youngster, about 17 years of age, wearing some baggy jeans and a San Fierro 69ers varsity jacket.
Desean Lambert: Man I already told you. It's quality product, you shouldn't be doubting someone who knows this shit better than you do.
Kirk: Come on man. How am I s'posed to believe you when even you won't try your own shit?
Lambert rolls his eyes.
Desean Lambert: This shit again? God... I don't do drugs, alright?
Kirk: Then I ain't buying shit off yo--
Desean pulls a pistol from the front of his jeans and points it at Kirk.
Desean Lambert: I ain't gotta take this shit from you. Gimme the money.
Kirk: Whoah...Calm do-
Big D responds in a calm tone of voice.
Desean Lambert: I said. Hand me over. The money.
Kirk: Fine.
Kirk rambles to himself, mad, pulls off 5.000$ from his jacket pocket and gives it to Sean.
Desean Lambert: Now, this is how it's gonna be. I'm a man of my word, but I might just keep half of the product for my troubles.
Kirk sighs.
Desean Lambert: Wasting my fucking time...Here.
Desean Lambert
Choice #1
A - Give him the whole product. (2 out of 2 packets.)
B - Give him half of the product. (1 out of 2 packets.)
C - This kid don't know shit...Give him a condom and tell him it's inside.
D - Give him a bullet to the face and run with the money and the shit.
The scene cuts out.
Scene #6
We see black, once again, and we hear a short groan. The blindfold is pulled off of Brett Reddick's face and we can now see from his point of view. For the first time we see Kenzo's face.
Kenzo: He's awake.
Kenzo gives Reddick a half-smile and sits on a chair across me. Brandon Tran walks through the door in the dark lit room. He takes a step toward the Burger Shot cook, still in his uniform, but is then stopped by a figure lying on the floor. Tran stares at him and then at Kenzo.
Brandon Tran: What the fuck is he doing here?
Kenzo: That guy's hilarious, you know I can't say "no" to him.
Out of nowhere, the figure just rises to it's feet. It looks like a dirty old hobo.
Alright Man: Huh? What? What's going on?
Brandon Tran: Get out.
Alright Man grunts at Tran before making his way out, dragging his bed with him. Tran shuts the door behind him as Kenzo stands up. He picks up the chair to himself and turns it around, sitting on it backwards, resting his arms on the back of the chair.
Brandon Tran: You've got balls, chef, I'll give you that.
Brett Reddick: What do you want?
Tran chuckles.
Brandon Tran: You know what I want. I want the same thing as everybody in this state wants.
Reddick looks up from the floor.
Brett Reddick: Money?
Brandon smirks.
Brandon Tran: I want everything.
Brett Reddick gives out a short laugh.
Brett Reddick: You ain't getting shit from me.
Brandon stands up, smiling. He stretches his arm and picks up a katana sword that was lying on the wooden table behind Brett. It's case is all black, with a dark golden plated dragon along one of it's sides. Tran pulls off the sword.
Brett Reddick: Hmph. Bad ass.
Kenzo: What's with the attitude, punk?
Brett stares at Kenzo and back at Tran, who is placing the sword case back on the table. He then lifts the sword lightly, to show Reddick his reflex on it.
Brandon Tran: Do you have any idea how sharp this is?
Brett Reddick: Do you have any idea how much I care?
Tran stands in silence...
Brett Reddick: Good...You'd be disappointed.
Tran chuckles again.
Brandon Tran: I like you...It's too bad I have to slice you open if you don't cooperate.
The smirk on Brett's face disappears, and so does the smallest hint of despair in his eyes.
Brett Reddick
Choice #1
A - "Cooperate? I like that. Yeah. Please save me from this horrible life."
B - "Fuck you."
Brandon gives another short laugh at the answer as the scene fades out.
Scene #7
We see Alright Man entering the Viceport docks, unauthorized. He came walking, pushing his bycicle, due to the short distance.
Hamza Alsager: Hey! Hey you! You cannot be here!
Alright looks at Hamza up and down and smiles.
Alright Man: From the looks of it, neither can you.
Hamza seems quite displeased at this unprovoked show of racism on the part of Alright. And doesn't take him long to hit him in the face with a strong right hand. The hobo falls on his back.
Hamza Alsager: Get up! And get out of here, you lousy, racist hobo.
Alsager then proceeds to spit on him, and turns his back. Alright Man just stands up, gets on his bike and drives further into the Viceport docks area. Alsager notices this too late.
Hamza Alsager: Hey!
Hamza Alsager
Choice #1
A - Go after him
B - Ignore him.
The scene fades out.
Scene #8
We see the white Voodoo driving up into a classy Vinewood Hills estate. The sun is beginning to set, as we see the black Jackal stopping behind.
Tyrese White: This is gotta be some actor or musician's house or sum'thin'...I dunno. I'm goin'in. Stay here and keep the engine running.
Ty leaves the car and jogs up the short road before stopping in front of the estate gate, where a security guard confronts him.
Security Guard: Who are you?
Tyrese White: I'm with those guys.
The guard looks back to see the Ballas four being opened the door to by JB Goldman himself. He then opens the gate and Tyrese walks in. Luckily for Ty, the security guard turns his back long enough for him to disappear into the yard, and hide, waiting for the Ballas to leave.
Scene #9
We hear a phone ringing, and we go further up the hill a bit into a different estate, bigger even. A hand picks up the phone.
Benjamin Wyatt: Yeah?
(On The Phone) Uncle Wo: Ben? It's Wo...Your father's...associate.
Ben makes a weirded expression of wonder, thinking what the chairman of the Vice City Triads might want of him.
Benjamin Wyatt: What's up?
(On The Phone) Uncle Wo: It's your father...He's been killed. Him along with Sonny.
Ben slowly starts understanding this...And starts taking heavy breaths. He collapses sat on the floor, still holding the phone.
(On The Phone) Uncle Wo: He wanted you to keep running his business... I wanted to call you personally to tell you that the Triads will support your every move like we did for your fath--
Benjamin Wyatt: Who did it? WHO DID IT?
There's a short period of silence.
(On The Phone) Uncle Wo: We have it connected to the Lost Brotherhood. But undoubtedly the police should be calling you soon...
Benjamin Wyatt: Thank you...
Wyatt hangs up the phone. He quickly proceeds to pull out his cell from his jeans, he starts looking through his contact list, unsteadily, trembling. He stops at "Pete" and touches the screen to make the call. It rings twice...
(On The Phone) Peter Reed: Benji Wyatt calling me? Hahahah...I can't believe thi--
Benjamin Wyatt: What's this BULLSHIT about the Lost...killing my father...shooting up the...What the fuck happened, Pete?!
There's an awkward silence.
(On The Phone) Peter Reed: What? I don't even know what you're talking about, man...
Benjamin Wyatt: I'm talking about your little fucking gang trying to make a statement where they're not supposed to!...
(On The Phone) Peter Reed: What?
Benjamin gives another heavy sigh.
Benjamin Wyatt: The Lost...FUCKING...Brotherhood...Made a hit on the club, and shot my father...and his partner... It's your fucking gang, man!...I swear to God...I have connections to the Triads...I will get you killed...I will get you ALL killed!
(On The Phone) Peter Reed: I wasn't told anything...I'm just...I'm an errand boy. You know perfectly well I dropped out of our college to be in the gang, to make money...But I've been living with scraps ever since...
There's another silence.
(On The Phone) Peter Reed: Look...If something happened...Then I'm sorry. But swear on our life...Our former friendship if that means anything to you...
Benjamin Wyatt: No, it doesn't. Not after you slept with my fucking girlfriend.
There's yet another awkward, longer silence.
(On The Phone) Peter Reed: I had nothing to do with it.
Benjamin Wyatt: I swear to God... You'll have hell to pay... You all will.
Wyatt hangs up. He buries his face in his hands. He looks back up and we see two tears flowing down his face.
Benjamin Wyatt
Choice #1
A - Ask the Triads to take care of Reed and the Lost.
B - Wait until further information.
Scene #10
We see Alright Man's body being thrown out of the Viceport docks by two buffed up security guards in blue uniforms. And tossed on top of him is his bycicle. The security guards turn around and leave. We hear an applause, and we see a circle of people disbanding. Some people leaving change before walking away.
Lincoln Lucke: Thank you, sir...Thank you...Than--
Looking at the side, Linc notices Alright Man trying to stand up. He picks up the top hat people were dropping change in, and picks up his dark blue briefcase as well, before jogging towards Alright. He offers him his hand.
Lincoln Lucke: Are you alright, man?
Alright Man: Yeah, why?
Linc pulls him up.
Lincoln Lucke: You're bleeding from the mouth and all that...
Alright wipes off the dust from his jacket.
Alright Man: I didn't say I was okay.
Linc doesn't understand but, then again, who would?
Lincoln Lucke: Hey I just finished a show and I have a couple tens on me, you have anything I can buy off you?
Alright looks at him, with a confused expression.
Alright Man: Do I look like a drug dealer to you?
There's a short break in the conversation.
Lincoln Lucke: Well...yeah.
Alright grunts at him.
Alright Man: Keep an eye on the bike, will you?
Alright walks into a bakery called "Nice Buns"... Linc inspects his weird bike, meanwhile. A female screech is heard as Alright runs out of the shop. He shows Linc a couple of beers.
Alright Man
Choice #1
A - "We can share, come on!"
B - "Keep it!" Lose bike.
The scene cuts out as Linc stares at Alright.
Scene #11
(On The Radio) George Marks: And here's one of the best you'll ever be able to hear, straight from the 1990s.
The scene fades in to show a slick looking silver Surano parking. The driver walks out of the car. He is wearing a suit and tie and carrying a briefcase with him. He passes through the security guard with a smile.
John Brady: Fuckin' traffic.
They smile at each other. Brady walks in and stops in front of the elevator. He impatiently looks at his clock as the elevator stops. Out walk familiar faces to him. All looking at him mockily, and only one stopping to talk.
Luke Schwรคrtz: You're too late. Meeting's already over. Your stepdad announced Danny as the next chairman.
Brady looks at Luke for a while.
John Brady: God damn it.
He tosses away his briefcase to the floor as he turns around. Luke picks it up as the people in the building ground floor look at them. Brady pulls his hair back as Luke places a hand on his shoulder.
Luke Schwรคrtz: It hasn't been signed yet. You can still talk him out of it...
Brady just stares at Luke.
John Brady
Choice #1
A - Easy way - Go up and talk to your stepfather.
B - Hard way - Ask the 'uncle' for some help. (Triads attack Danny Bolsom)
C - Hardest way - Ask the 'uncle' for some help. (Triads attack Stephen Brady)
Scene #12
We see the Lost Brotherhood's trailer camp and, walking through it, Pete Reed. He seems nervous. He stops in front of a trailer and bangs on the door with his fist. A thin and tall biker, wearing nothing but a leather vest, black jeans and black boots, opens the door. The smoke of cigarette inside the trailer makes Pete take a step back.
Phil Knox: What do you want?
Peter Reed
Choice #1
A - "What's this bullshit about the Lost hitting the Malibu Club?"
B - "I need your help...Some people want me killed."
Peter looks at Knox as the scene cuts.
Scene #13
The Ballas walk out of JB Goldman's house, and as the latter keeps the door open, Ty climbs in through his living room window. Johnny closes the door and walks in the room, he jumps slightly on the spot at the site of White.
Johnny B. Goldman: Who the fuck are you?
Tyrese sits on his couch, with no permission whatsoever to do so.
Tyrese White: My name's Tyrese. I'm with the Grove Street Families.
Johnny takes a step back.
Johnny B. Goldman: Whoah...You don't wanna do this...I have a lot of security.
Ty chuckles.
Tyrese White: Nigga, no you don't. I checked. I've been outside waiting for two damn hours. Chill...
Johnny looks on at Tyrese.
Tyrese White: I'm just here to make you a proposition.
JB keeps looking on, without moving.
Johnny B. Goldman: I'm listening.
TW stands back up.
Tyrese White: The Grove Street Families are...let's put it this way...the 'original' Los Santos gang. We been hustlin' since before the name Ballas was even invented.
Johnny looks perplexed.
Johnny B. Goldman: You sure about that? 'Cause I never even heard of--
Tyrese interrupts him.
Tyrese White: And what do you know about gangs?
JB looks on.
Johnny B. Goldman: Fair enough.
JB sits on the armchair across the living room front. About 5 feet of distance from Ty.
Tyrese White: Look. I don't know what the Ballas have been doing for you, but since always, the product that the Families have to offer is superior. In everything. It always has been like that. And no doubt you're in your right not to believe me...Thing is...
Tyrese White
Choice #1
A - "We'll do it cheaper."
B - "We'll do it. Same price. You don't have to change anything, but with us you'll know your demands are guaranteed. And you'll also know we won't stab you in the back."
JB gives Tyrese a smile.
Johnny B. Goldman: Look outside, kid. It's dark already. How about you go home, and we both sleep on it. Leave me your number and I'll give you a call tomorrow.
JB stretches his arm, handing Tyrese his phone so he can save his own number in it. He does so.
Tyrese White: You think, and think good on it.
Johnny B. Goldman: Well about.
They both start walking toward the door.
Tyrese White: What?
Johnny B. Goldman: Think well about it.
TW gives him a weirded look as he walks out the door.
Tyrese White: You holla' at me as soon as you can.
JB looks on before closing the door. There's a zoom out over Vinewood Hills and the scene suddenly goes black.
The End
Episode #1
Scene #1
The screen is all black. A motor is heard running. An unknown voice with a chinese accent is heard.
Wa Shen: Everybody ready? I'll keep the car running, check your ammo.
The car is clearly heard stopping. Rifles and pistols are heard cocking. The car doors are heard opening, and then closing, and we finally see. On camera are four men in black, wearing black ski masks. Three of them are holding automatic rifles and the fourth is dual-holding silver coloured Combat Pistols.
Brandon Tran: Let's go, we can't be seen here...
The four men enter, carefully, through a brown door, closing it shut behind them, and then we see the lettering "Employees Only" in stencil on the door.
Scene #2
We see a burger flipping, and dropping back on the grill. Behind the grill is a young man, wearing a Burger Shot cook uniform and a blue cap over a hair net. Behind him is another man, either tanned or of latin descent, wearing the same uniform, mopping what we now are aware to be the Burger Shot kitchen floor.
Luiz Vialpando: You gonna talk to her or what, holmes?
The cook chuckles as we see him looking forward. Through his vision we see the back of the girl at the cash register.
Brett Reddick: Not in a million years..."holmes".
Luiz stops mopping and turns to Reddick, turning his back to the four armed robbers now making their in from behind the only wall in the relatively small restaurant kitchen that isn't the limit between the latter and the outdoors.
Luiz Vialpando: Come on, man, I've seen you look at he--
One of the Combat Pistols is then pressed against the back of Vialpando, shutting him up.
Brett Reddick: (Turning Around) You've seen what, now?--Holy sh...
Reddick drops the spatula on the floor, seeing two rifles being pointed at him.
Brandon Tran: Shh... We don't need to raise any alarm, do we? Alright now. This is what you're going to do.
Tran leans his body a little bit to the left, taking a look at the counter.
Brandon Tran: You're gonna finish that burger, and you're going to send it over to the miss over there. As soon as that client leaves, you tell her to empty the cash register and bring all of the money back here, or your buddy dies.
Luiz Vialpando: Don't let them do this, ma--
Liam Xu: SHUT UP!
We then see the girl at the counter. Nameplate on her shirt reads Jenna Phillips. She awkwardly looks back but isn't able to see anything but the wall that separates the kitchen from the front of the restaurant, and a bit of what she assumes to be Brett's left shoulder. She turns back to her client with an embarrassed smile. We go back to the kitchen and see Reddick turning back around to finish the burger. As he does so, we see Jin Lee, holding the back door they came in through, opening it to take a look outside, checking if the coast is clear.
Brett Reddick: You know what?
Reddick turns back round, looking straight into each of the rifles pointed at him, then at Tran.
Brett Reddick: You can shoot him, for all I care. You can take her too. And I'm not even gonna ask you to let me go, either. I just don't care anymore.
Kenzo: Oh, really?
Kenzo slams the back of his rifle hard against the back of Reddick's head, knocking him out on the floor... Brett stares up at Kenzo, spits a bit of blood from his mouth.
Brett Reddick: Fuck you.
Xu then kicks his face, hard.
Brandon Tran: God dammit, Ken, for fuck's sake. Why do you always have to do this shit?
The client looks over Jenna's shoulder, trying to peek at the kitchen. Then back at Jenna.
Lincoln Lucke: What's going on back there?
He then chuckles lightly.
Jenna Phillips: I'm sorry, it doesn't usually take this long.
Lincoln Lucke: No need to rush...I have a show at five but I'm in no need to hurry.
She smiles.
Jenna Phillips: And what do you do?
Lincoln Lucke
Choice #1
A - "I'm a magician. I mean...I do a few tricks here and there."
B - "I'm a magician...Come to my place and I'll make your underwear disappear."
Although we are still seeing the front counter, we hear voices coming from the kitchen.
Brandon Tran: We're taking him with us. Jin, Kenzo, put him in the trunk. Liam keep your eye on Mexico over here. Gimme two minutes.
Brandon ducks and walks toward Jenna from behind, he then throws himself, spinning, and slides toward her. He points both guns at her and triggers the safety off.
Brandon Tran: Scream and you're dead.
She looks down, frightened, then back front, but nobody's there. Linc vanished as if into thin air. She manages to still be sarcastic through her heavily breathing...
Jenna Phillips: Magic...
Brandon Tran: What did you say!? Go get a bag, and empty the register, now!
Jenna walks toward the Burger Shot plastic bags, and picks up one. Slowly, she alks back, toward the machine. She opens it, and empties all the money into the bag.
Brandon Tran: Attagirl. Now to the kitchen.
Jenna slowly paces to the kitchen, where she sees Vialpando with a rifle pointed at his back.
Luiz Vialpando: Hijos de puta...You don't know who you're messing with. I got ties with the Vagos, holmes.
Liam Xu: I said, shut. UP.
Liam kicks him on the back of the leg, making Luiz fall to his knees. He points the rifle at the Colombian youngster's head, and the latter starts to crack into crying, showing all the despair he could show. Brandon appears from behind Jenna, who has since stopped.
Brandon Tran: Drop the bag.
She does as she's told. Brandon guards his guns in their respective waist holsters, and picks up the bag.
Brandon Tran: Alright, Liam, lock them in the freezer. We're out of here.
Liam Xu: Up, up, up, up, up.
Luiz slowly stands up and walks toward the freezer behind the wall, Tran opens the door and both of the workers reluctantly yet obediently walk in. The door is closed shut.
Liam stares at the bag and chuckles.
Liam Xu: Four cheeseburger meals with large cokes, huh?
Tran gives out an ironic half smile and they walk out of the restaurant. There's a zoom-out and we see the car speed out of the back alley. On the car's radio player we hear none other than V-Rock DJ, Jordan Jones, as we view a panoramic view of the Vice Beach Island.
(On The Radio) Jordan Jones: Looks like something just happened up on the North Point Mall's Burger Shot. A couple of workers found locked in the freezer. Reported robbery and kidnapping. And it was just when we thought that crime had left for good... (Chuckle) Who am I fooling, this city's been stuck in the 80s since the 70s! We'll keep you updated, right after this classic!
(On The Radio) Jordan Jones: Dad used to love this one before he sold out!
"I Wanna Rock" plays as we see the city. Vice City. We see pornstars rollerskating down the Ocean Beach Avenue. We see the line of palm trees, beachside hotels and motels and bars and nightclubs. And, finally, we see the Leaf Links golf course.
Scene #3
A golf club hits a ball hard! And it flies far away. We see none other than "prestiged" actor Johnny B. Goldman, wearing some plaid trousers, a beige golf hat and a white t-shirt. He turns around to face his caddy, a middle aged short black man, in all-whites, tucking the golf club and ball bags into the back of the golf cart. JB addresses him in a fun, yet proud tone.
Johnny B. Goldman: How about that, huh?
He gives a short laugh as the short man turns to him and answers in a raspy voice.
Morgan Cooper: That was a great shot, sir!
JB walks toward the passenger's seat of the golf cart as Morgan goes around it.
Johnny B. Goldman: Let's get going then.
The golf cart starts moving as we see JB and Morgan more up-close now.
Johnny B. Goldman: Can't believe I've never been to this place. Only time I came to Vice City was to shoot a film on Prawn Island over fifteen years ago!... Good times. Except everyone in my family thought I was acting in a porn film just because it was with Interglobal.
JB Goldman laughs as Morgan smiles along.
Johnny B. Goldman: I'll tell you, though, Morgan, you were absolutely right. This truly is the best golf course in San Andreas. Gotta give it to y--
The Asteroid 9 Theme Song starts playing and we hear a vibration. JB looks down and pulls off his cellphone from his trousers.
Johnny B. Goldman: Excuse me...
JB presses the button and holds the phone close to his ear.
Johnny B. Goldman: What do you want?
(On The Phone) Quentin: It's done. Nigga won't be stealing yo' roles no mo', you can be sure o'that.
Johnny B. Goldman: YOU...
Johnny looks at his caddy then back to the other side, whispering.
Johnny B. Goldman: You killed him?
(On The Phone) Quentin: Nope...Let's just say he doesn't...look too well. Not anymore. Also got a couple grand from his wallet, kaching!...
JB rolls his eyes...
(On The Phone) Quentin: When are you getting us our money, Johnny?
Johnny looks back and signals Morgan to turn round and then sighs as Morgan obliges.
Johnny B. Goldman: Meet me at my place in an hour and a half, don't be late.
Johnny hangs up the phone.
Johnny B. Goldman: Looks like we gotta do this some other day.
Morgan Cooper: And I'll be looking forward to that, sir.
The scene cuts as the golf cart turns round.
Scene #4
From inside a car we see Quentin putting his phone in his jeans' pocket and entering an old white Voodoo and driving off.
Tyrese White: Come on, man, what'you waitin' here for, follow them.
We see Ty and another member of the Families in an even older and crappier car, a black '96 Jackal, that then drives off. From behind the front seats we see them both.
(On The Radio) Abby Marwan: And now stay with this N.W.A. classic, Express Yourself...
Smash O'Donnell: You sure 'bout this, man?
Tyrese stares at the driver in disbelief.
Tyrese White: Nigga are you kidding?
He turns back to look at the road.
Tyrese White: I'm sure about everything. I used to just sit at my window and seeing CJ and the rest of the gang layin' a massacre on dumb motherfuckers like that. And now we supposed to just sit back and enjoy them running our turf?
Smash O'Donnell: It's their turf, now.
Ty stares at Smash.
Tyrese White: Nigga shut yo'face.
He then stares back in front and starts rambling to himself.
Tyrese White: Can't believe this fucking nigga..."it's their turf, now". God dammit...
Smash O'Donnell: What?
Ty stares at O'Donnell again.
Tyrese White: Nigga shut up before I slap the black off you.
They make a turn as the scene cuts.
Scene #5
A motel shows on camera. It doesn't look any good. We see the neon lettering that reads "Quicky Tighty Motel" and it cuts to black. We then see money being counted on somebody's hands. And it is a LOT of money, which we see as the slow zoom out shows the bed Fletcher Hewitt is sat on, with a bunch more bill stacks than just the one in his hands. We hear a pounding on the door as Fletch leaps a bit on the spot.
Big Tito: Hewitt I know you're in there! This is your last chance! We all know you cheated.
We see Fletcher wiping the sweat off his forehead.
Big Tito: Come out right now and I swear I won't break all of your fingers!
Tito is heard laughing. Fletcher has to make a quick decision. Will he walk out or run through the back window with the money, probably risking his life? Hewitt stands up and looks down the window. He is displeased to see that there's no garbage container to break his fall like in the movies.
Fletcher Hewitt: Alright, just gimme a second!
Hewitt stops looking down the possible two story tall fall and starts getting all of the money into his grey duffel bag.
Big Tito: YOU DON'T HAVE A SECOND! Not anymore. Just get your lousy ass out here.
We see a close-up of Hewitt's face, as he stares at the door.
Fletcher Hewitt
Choice #1
A - Jump out the window.
B - Walk out and try to convince Big Tito you didn't cheat.
C - Try to run past Tito.
There's a very fast camera movement that leads our view out of the open window and into a back alley behind the Motel, where we see a black man in a white tanktop with a purple skullcap and baggy black trackpants talking to a white youngster, about 17 years of age, wearing some baggy jeans and a San Fierro 69ers varsity jacket.
Desean Lambert: Man I already told you. It's quality product, you shouldn't be doubting someone who knows this shit better than you do.
Kirk: Come on man. How am I s'posed to believe you when even you won't try your own shit?
Lambert rolls his eyes.
Desean Lambert: This shit again? God... I don't do drugs, alright?
Kirk: Then I ain't buying shit off yo--
Desean pulls a pistol from the front of his jeans and points it at Kirk.
Desean Lambert: I ain't gotta take this shit from you. Gimme the money.
Kirk: Whoah...Calm do-
Big D responds in a calm tone of voice.
Desean Lambert: I said. Hand me over. The money.
Kirk: Fine.
Kirk rambles to himself, mad, pulls off 5.000$ from his jacket pocket and gives it to Sean.
Desean Lambert: Now, this is how it's gonna be. I'm a man of my word, but I might just keep half of the product for my troubles.
Kirk sighs.
Desean Lambert: Wasting my fucking time...Here.
Desean Lambert
Choice #1
A - Give him the whole product. (2 out of 2 packets.)
B - Give him half of the product. (1 out of 2 packets.)
C - This kid don't know shit...Give him a condom and tell him it's inside.
D - Give him a bullet to the face and run with the money and the shit.
The scene cuts out.
Scene #6
We see black, once again, and we hear a short groan. The blindfold is pulled off of Brett Reddick's face and we can now see from his point of view. For the first time we see Kenzo's face.
Kenzo: He's awake.
Kenzo gives Reddick a half-smile and sits on a chair across me. Brandon Tran walks through the door in the dark lit room. He takes a step toward the Burger Shot cook, still in his uniform, but is then stopped by a figure lying on the floor. Tran stares at him and then at Kenzo.
Brandon Tran: What the fuck is he doing here?
Kenzo: That guy's hilarious, you know I can't say "no" to him.
Out of nowhere, the figure just rises to it's feet. It looks like a dirty old hobo.
Alright Man: Huh? What? What's going on?
Brandon Tran: Get out.
Alright Man grunts at Tran before making his way out, dragging his bed with him. Tran shuts the door behind him as Kenzo stands up. He picks up the chair to himself and turns it around, sitting on it backwards, resting his arms on the back of the chair.
Brandon Tran: You've got balls, chef, I'll give you that.
Brett Reddick: What do you want?
Tran chuckles.
Brandon Tran: You know what I want. I want the same thing as everybody in this state wants.
Reddick looks up from the floor.
Brett Reddick: Money?
Brandon smirks.
Brandon Tran: I want everything.
Brett Reddick gives out a short laugh.
Brett Reddick: You ain't getting shit from me.
Brandon stands up, smiling. He stretches his arm and picks up a katana sword that was lying on the wooden table behind Brett. It's case is all black, with a dark golden plated dragon along one of it's sides. Tran pulls off the sword.
Brett Reddick: Hmph. Bad ass.
Kenzo: What's with the attitude, punk?
Brett stares at Kenzo and back at Tran, who is placing the sword case back on the table. He then lifts the sword lightly, to show Reddick his reflex on it.
Brandon Tran: Do you have any idea how sharp this is?
Brett Reddick: Do you have any idea how much I care?
Tran stands in silence...
Brett Reddick: Good...You'd be disappointed.
Tran chuckles again.
Brandon Tran: I like you...It's too bad I have to slice you open if you don't cooperate.
The smirk on Brett's face disappears, and so does the smallest hint of despair in his eyes.
Brett Reddick
Choice #1
A - "Cooperate? I like that. Yeah. Please save me from this horrible life."
B - "Fuck you."
Brandon gives another short laugh at the answer as the scene fades out.
Scene #7
We see Alright Man entering the Viceport docks, unauthorized. He came walking, pushing his bycicle, due to the short distance.
Hamza Alsager: Hey! Hey you! You cannot be here!
Alright looks at Hamza up and down and smiles.
Alright Man: From the looks of it, neither can you.
Hamza seems quite displeased at this unprovoked show of racism on the part of Alright. And doesn't take him long to hit him in the face with a strong right hand. The hobo falls on his back.
Hamza Alsager: Get up! And get out of here, you lousy, racist hobo.
Alsager then proceeds to spit on him, and turns his back. Alright Man just stands up, gets on his bike and drives further into the Viceport docks area. Alsager notices this too late.
Hamza Alsager: Hey!
Hamza Alsager
Choice #1
A - Go after him
B - Ignore him.
The scene fades out.
Scene #8
We see the white Voodoo driving up into a classy Vinewood Hills estate. The sun is beginning to set, as we see the black Jackal stopping behind.
Tyrese White: This is gotta be some actor or musician's house or sum'thin'...I dunno. I'm goin'in. Stay here and keep the engine running.
Ty leaves the car and jogs up the short road before stopping in front of the estate gate, where a security guard confronts him.
Security Guard: Who are you?
Tyrese White: I'm with those guys.
The guard looks back to see the Ballas four being opened the door to by JB Goldman himself. He then opens the gate and Tyrese walks in. Luckily for Ty, the security guard turns his back long enough for him to disappear into the yard, and hide, waiting for the Ballas to leave.
Scene #9
We hear a phone ringing, and we go further up the hill a bit into a different estate, bigger even. A hand picks up the phone.
Benjamin Wyatt: Yeah?
(On The Phone) Uncle Wo: Ben? It's Wo...Your father's...associate.
Ben makes a weirded expression of wonder, thinking what the chairman of the Vice City Triads might want of him.
Benjamin Wyatt: What's up?
(On The Phone) Uncle Wo: It's your father...He's been killed. Him along with Sonny.
Ben slowly starts understanding this...And starts taking heavy breaths. He collapses sat on the floor, still holding the phone.
(On The Phone) Uncle Wo: He wanted you to keep running his business... I wanted to call you personally to tell you that the Triads will support your every move like we did for your fath--
Benjamin Wyatt: Who did it? WHO DID IT?
There's a short period of silence.
(On The Phone) Uncle Wo: We have it connected to the Lost Brotherhood. But undoubtedly the police should be calling you soon...
Benjamin Wyatt: Thank you...
Wyatt hangs up the phone. He quickly proceeds to pull out his cell from his jeans, he starts looking through his contact list, unsteadily, trembling. He stops at "Pete" and touches the screen to make the call. It rings twice...
(On The Phone) Peter Reed: Benji Wyatt calling me? Hahahah...I can't believe thi--
Benjamin Wyatt: What's this BULLSHIT about the Lost...killing my father...shooting up the...What the fuck happened, Pete?!
There's an awkward silence.
(On The Phone) Peter Reed: What? I don't even know what you're talking about, man...
Benjamin Wyatt: I'm talking about your little fucking gang trying to make a statement where they're not supposed to!...
(On The Phone) Peter Reed: What?
Benjamin gives another heavy sigh.
Benjamin Wyatt: The Lost...FUCKING...Brotherhood...Made a hit on the club, and shot my father...and his partner... It's your fucking gang, man!...I swear to God...I have connections to the Triads...I will get you killed...I will get you ALL killed!
(On The Phone) Peter Reed: I wasn't told anything...I'm just...I'm an errand boy. You know perfectly well I dropped out of our college to be in the gang, to make money...But I've been living with scraps ever since...
There's another silence.
(On The Phone) Peter Reed: Look...If something happened...Then I'm sorry. But swear on our life...Our former friendship if that means anything to you...
Benjamin Wyatt: No, it doesn't. Not after you slept with my fucking girlfriend.
There's yet another awkward, longer silence.
(On The Phone) Peter Reed: I had nothing to do with it.
Benjamin Wyatt: I swear to God... You'll have hell to pay... You all will.
Wyatt hangs up. He buries his face in his hands. He looks back up and we see two tears flowing down his face.
Benjamin Wyatt
Choice #1
A - Ask the Triads to take care of Reed and the Lost.
B - Wait until further information.
Scene #10
We see Alright Man's body being thrown out of the Viceport docks by two buffed up security guards in blue uniforms. And tossed on top of him is his bycicle. The security guards turn around and leave. We hear an applause, and we see a circle of people disbanding. Some people leaving change before walking away.
Lincoln Lucke: Thank you, sir...Thank you...Than--
Looking at the side, Linc notices Alright Man trying to stand up. He picks up the top hat people were dropping change in, and picks up his dark blue briefcase as well, before jogging towards Alright. He offers him his hand.
Lincoln Lucke: Are you alright, man?
Alright Man: Yeah, why?
Linc pulls him up.
Lincoln Lucke: You're bleeding from the mouth and all that...
Alright wipes off the dust from his jacket.
Alright Man: I didn't say I was okay.
Linc doesn't understand but, then again, who would?
Lincoln Lucke: Hey I just finished a show and I have a couple tens on me, you have anything I can buy off you?
Alright looks at him, with a confused expression.
Alright Man: Do I look like a drug dealer to you?
There's a short break in the conversation.
Lincoln Lucke: Well...yeah.
Alright grunts at him.
Alright Man: Keep an eye on the bike, will you?
Alright walks into a bakery called "Nice Buns"... Linc inspects his weird bike, meanwhile. A female screech is heard as Alright runs out of the shop. He shows Linc a couple of beers.
Alright Man
Choice #1
A - "We can share, come on!"
B - "Keep it!" Lose bike.
The scene cuts out as Linc stares at Alright.
Scene #11
(On The Radio) George Marks: And here's one of the best you'll ever be able to hear, straight from the 1990s.
The scene fades in to show a slick looking silver Surano parking. The driver walks out of the car. He is wearing a suit and tie and carrying a briefcase with him. He passes through the security guard with a smile.
John Brady: Fuckin' traffic.
They smile at each other. Brady walks in and stops in front of the elevator. He impatiently looks at his clock as the elevator stops. Out walk familiar faces to him. All looking at him mockily, and only one stopping to talk.
Luke Schwรคrtz: You're too late. Meeting's already over. Your stepdad announced Danny as the next chairman.
Brady looks at Luke for a while.
John Brady: God damn it.
He tosses away his briefcase to the floor as he turns around. Luke picks it up as the people in the building ground floor look at them. Brady pulls his hair back as Luke places a hand on his shoulder.
Luke Schwรคrtz: It hasn't been signed yet. You can still talk him out of it...
Brady just stares at Luke.
John Brady
Choice #1
A - Easy way - Go up and talk to your stepfather.
B - Hard way - Ask the 'uncle' for some help. (Triads attack Danny Bolsom)
C - Hardest way - Ask the 'uncle' for some help. (Triads attack Stephen Brady)
Scene #12
We see the Lost Brotherhood's trailer camp and, walking through it, Pete Reed. He seems nervous. He stops in front of a trailer and bangs on the door with his fist. A thin and tall biker, wearing nothing but a leather vest, black jeans and black boots, opens the door. The smoke of cigarette inside the trailer makes Pete take a step back.
Phil Knox: What do you want?
Peter Reed
Choice #1
A - "What's this bullshit about the Lost hitting the Malibu Club?"
B - "I need your help...Some people want me killed."
Peter looks at Knox as the scene cuts.
Scene #13
The Ballas walk out of JB Goldman's house, and as the latter keeps the door open, Ty climbs in through his living room window. Johnny closes the door and walks in the room, he jumps slightly on the spot at the site of White.
Johnny B. Goldman: Who the fuck are you?
Tyrese sits on his couch, with no permission whatsoever to do so.
Tyrese White: My name's Tyrese. I'm with the Grove Street Families.
Johnny takes a step back.
Johnny B. Goldman: Whoah...You don't wanna do this...I have a lot of security.
Ty chuckles.
Tyrese White: Nigga, no you don't. I checked. I've been outside waiting for two damn hours. Chill...
Johnny looks on at Tyrese.
Tyrese White: I'm just here to make you a proposition.
JB keeps looking on, without moving.
Johnny B. Goldman: I'm listening.
TW stands back up.
Tyrese White: The Grove Street Families are...let's put it this way...the 'original' Los Santos gang. We been hustlin' since before the name Ballas was even invented.
Johnny looks perplexed.
Johnny B. Goldman: You sure about that? 'Cause I never even heard of--
Tyrese interrupts him.
Tyrese White: And what do you know about gangs?
JB looks on.
Johnny B. Goldman: Fair enough.
JB sits on the armchair across the living room front. About 5 feet of distance from Ty.
Tyrese White: Look. I don't know what the Ballas have been doing for you, but since always, the product that the Families have to offer is superior. In everything. It always has been like that. And no doubt you're in your right not to believe me...Thing is...
Tyrese White
Choice #1
A - "We'll do it cheaper."
B - "We'll do it. Same price. You don't have to change anything, but with us you'll know your demands are guaranteed. And you'll also know we won't stab you in the back."
JB gives Tyrese a smile.
Johnny B. Goldman: Look outside, kid. It's dark already. How about you go home, and we both sleep on it. Leave me your number and I'll give you a call tomorrow.
JB stretches his arm, handing Tyrese his phone so he can save his own number in it. He does so.
Tyrese White: You think, and think good on it.
Johnny B. Goldman: Well about.
They both start walking toward the door.
Tyrese White: What?
Johnny B. Goldman: Think well about it.
TW gives him a weirded look as he walks out the door.
Tyrese White: You holla' at me as soon as you can.
JB looks on before closing the door. There's a zoom out over Vinewood Hills and the scene suddenly goes black.
The End
