After five years on the East Coast, it was time to go home. (Welcome to Los Santos Airport.) (phone ringing) – ‘Sup? – Carl, it’s Sweet. – ‘Sup, Sweet. Whatchu’ want? – It’s momma. She’s dead, bro. (police siren) (C.R.A.S.H music plays) Passenger! Show us your hands! Stop! Get down on your knees! Now down on your stomach. There you go. – I’ll take that, Hernandez. – Hey, that’s my paper man. That’s money.
This is drug money. – My money man. – Hey, don’t worry about it. I’ll fill it out later. Welcome home, Carl. Glad to be back? – You haven’t forgotten about us, have you boy? – Hell no, officer Tenpenny. I was wonderin’ what took y’all so long. – Get in the car. – Ease up, man. Damn. – Watch your head. – Agh! (laughs) – Oh, my bad. Get outta’ here, you greaseball bastard! Stupid Mexican. – Oh, hey. Sorry. – My bag! ‘Ey man, my bag! – How you been Carl, how’s your wonderful family? – I’m here to bury my mom’s. You know that. Yeah. I guess I do. – So what else you got shaking, Carl? – Nothing. I live in Liberty City now. I’m clean. Legit. Nah, you ain’t never been clean, Carl.
Well, what do we got here? This is a weapon, officer Pulaski that was used to gun down a police officer not ten minutes ago. Officer Pendelbury. A fine man I might add. – You work fast nigga. – You know I just got off the plane. It’s a good thing we found you and retrieved the murder weapon. – That ain’t my gun! – Don’t bullshit me, Carl! Yeah, don’t bullshit him, Carl! – What the fuck you want from me this time? – When we want you, we’ll find you. In the meantime… Try not to gun down any more police officers of the law. (laughs) Y’all can’t leave me here! – It’s Ballas country! – I thought you said you was innocent, Carl! – That you don’t bang! – This is car 58! See you around, like a doughnut Carl! Ah, shit.
Here we go again. Worst place in the world. Rollin’ Heights Ballas country. I ain’t represented Grove Street in five years but the ballas won’t give a shit. Grove Street. Home. Atleast it was before I fucked everything up. Stop it! What are you doing, Carl, Brian? Stop it! Quit it! Moms will hear! Mom! They up to somethin’! – You picked the wrong house, fool! – Hey! Big Smoke! It’s me, Carl! Chill, chill! CJ… My dog! What’s up? (laughs) – Hey baby. You okay man? – Nah man, it’s my mom’s, homie. ‘Ey, I don’t know why this had to happen. But I promise you. I’m gonna find out who killed your moms’. The streets is cold, dog. Like it says in the book, ”We are blessed, and cursed.” – What fucking book? – Same thing make us laugh, make us cry. But right now we gotta take care our business.
Go see your brother to cemetery. Come on, let’s bounce. – You want to drive? – Yeah, that’s cool. – Nice car, Smoke. – You know me, it’s not cut. Keep the value in it, keep it real. I’ve missed you these five years, man. They gonna be really happy to see you. – Hey, what’s up y’all? Look who I found hanging around. – Carl. Hey good to see you. I can’t believe she gone, man. – That’s another funeral you ran away from, fool. Just like Brian’s. – Hey, she was my mama, too. – Not for the past five years, she wasn’t! – Come on! – And where the fuck you think you’re going? – What? Get outta’ my face. – I’m goin’ to see Cesar. – The hell you are, girl! – You ain’t messin’ with them esses! You know we beefin’- – Look, I love him.
And what the fuck are you? – Atleast I got principles! – Oh, when I guess that makes you an upstanding American, Carl tell him! – Carl, don’t tell me shit, homie! – As long as she treat her right. Disrespect her, and he dead. How the hell you gonna say that? Like it’s any business of yours?! Fuck you, Sweet! – Ah, shit. Here we go again. – [fucking asshole] This shit real fucked up! Everything! What you mean? What, apart from your mother being dead? Things are going real bad. Here, letet me show you running, man. Tony’s buried over there. Little [no] over there. Big [no] over there. Man, it’s just crazy! Everybody blast on fools first. Then ask questions every second! Ballas! Drive-by! Incoming! Aw, motherfucker. My car! We got to get back to the hood man! It’s too crazy around here! Grab a bike and pedal! Even if you ain’t forgotten that! Follow my lead! – Takes you back some huh, CJ? Yeah! – Things has changed ’round here! – CJ watch your back ’round here, man. – How’d it get so bad? I thought this was families turf? Yeah, it’s Temple Drive families! We don’t roll with them no more! Move it, CJ! Move it! – Shit, A ballas car is onto us! Split up! – Keep up, motherfucker! You’re just a liability, CJ! Why’d you bother comin’ back? Straight back into the game, right dog? Wasn’t it this bad before you left? East Coast got you all thinned out, home! [CC by Doggy Leone]