Michael and Trevor climb into Michael's car.
Weasel News: Still no leads in the Rockford Hills jewelry store robbery. Witness's say the criminals were wearing bike helmets and carrying Carbine Rifles. Believed to be the same ones stolen from a LSPD swat van earlier this week. We'll stay with the story...
"So... What you've been doing?" Trevor asked, almost civilly.
"I was making myself a juice. broccoli, raw kale, and fish oil. This recipe I got packed with nutrients, fibers, vitamins, and it don't taste bad."
"Really, cause it sounds disgusting." Trevor snarked.
"Don't knock it til you try it. Anyway I'm about to make it and the blender spills, juice goes everywhere. I go to clean it when in the fridge there's this huge bag of grass, Jimmy's coarse. Just than Amanda walks in, sees me there with it..."
"I didn't ask for a recap of today's bloopers. I meant what you've been doing?" Trevor answered, a little impatiently.
"We've been laying low Trevor.. After the heist, the heat was too heavy, I had to get the family out of there." Michael tried explaining. Which is half the truth at least.
"Well thanks for telling me. Letting me waste half a decade in mourning over a fucking lie!" Trevor growled.
"Easy T."
"Don't T me!" Trevor growled angrily.
"Hey if anybody needs Kale..."
"I'm beyond Kale. It's too late for Kale, and it's magic powers to half any effect on me. Or Yoga, or Talk Therapy.. I'm a crank, a cannibal, a incest kinda guy!"
"Oh no worries T. They're skip the talk and go straight to shock therapy with your ass."
"You too chilled out to say my name? Huh? Is one letter all you can bother to spill your slothful lips around? Huh!?"
"Wow, you do not let the fuck up do you?"
"I have ten years of venting to do! The let up is a looong way off!" Trevor growled.
"Fine. Do what the fuck you want!" Michael shouted angrily.
"Want.. I want to save your daughter from making a public ass of herself."
"It's my daughter, I'll handle it." Michael insisted.
"Please Townley. I know the second you leave your just go home.. Your not abandoning her like me and Brad." Trevor warned.
"Right... Brad."
"Poor motherfucker must of awoke handcuffed to a pipe after that stunt of yours.. He still writes me from the pen you know."
"Really?..." Michael asked nervously.
"Yeah, because he's loyal. He doesn't lie to his best friend and hide out in a fake city and lay in the sun all day."
"No he does not." Michael said nervously.
Meanwhile, Lazlow Jones is seen flirting with failed dancers.. Well.. If you call "lying about his penis size" flirting. Creeped out, they all leave.
"... What happened to you Lazlow?" Asked an annoyed Pinkie. Wearing the same black hoodie and sweat pants she always does.
"What you mean?" Lazlow asked.
"Come on Lazlow, you may of always been a shitty brother.. But were a 'decent' person once.. What became of you?" Pinkie asked.
"You know what happened sis. I got hooked on cocaine." Lazlow admitted.
"Anyway, we got a new contestant today. Someone named Tracey De Santa."
"De Santa?" Pinkie said, taking a moment to remember where she heard that name. "Yeah, she came in looking like a sexy school girl. Hopefully I can sleep with this one two."
"What!?" Pinkie cried.
"Yeah, I'm a creep. But I love it." Lazlow said, not even pretending to be ashamed and he excitedly heads out back to the stage to continue the show.
"Lazlow, no, her father is a dangerous man!" Pinkie shouted out but he ignores her and enters the stage.
"Shit." Pinkie groaned worriedly and tries to go in after him, but the show manager blocks her they are going live and can't have employees on stage during the airing, saying her job is to run run names and can only enter the stage room when she needs to clean it, it's just how it goes it's not against her personally. She tries to insist but he keeps refusing, threatening to fire her by the 3rd or 4th time she insisted.
"Alright Frank.. Alright." Pinkie groaned, finally backing down and reluctantly she goes down to the waiting room, Frank handing her a pen and clipboard, he's actually a pretty nice guy and said he'll check on her soon.
Meanwhile Sally is seen lighting a joint with Carly as they wait for the fame or shame episode to play. Before it does Franklin Clinton comes home to Denise's place, looking sad.. Or least seeming like it.
"Frank. You weren't answering your phone, I was worried." Sally said, as he was laying low and couldn't.
"I was laying low, helped do the jewelry store for Michael." Franklin replied. "He was." Carly seconded.
"Oh yes, weasel news kept talking about that.. What happened? Are you okay?" she asked worried.
"Well. Something happened. " Frank said, sitting down on one of the kitchen table chairs. Sally goes over, putting hand on his shoulder. "Frank..."
"Well, it's just I (sudden excitement as he pulls out phone to show his bank account) EARNED 3,0000 DOLLARS!"
"NO!" She shouts anxiously.
"3,0000 DOLLARS!" Frank cried, and the two hug excitedly. "Oh my God! Oh my God!" Sally cheers.
Carly can't help smile and chuckle, guessing they weren't as rich as Carly thought they were.
"That's nearly 4,0000 altogether!" Sally cried excitedly.
"Yeah, and I know the first thing to do.. It's time I took you somewhere nice. No more CluckinBell dates. I'm taking you somewhere real."
"Oh Franklin." Sally said softly, and gives him a quick kiss on the lips. "Your too good for a ex hobo like me."
"It was one week Sal." Franklin teased over how she lost her original home do to not paying the bills and stuff. "I guess." Sally replied. Franklin chuckles and pulled off her backwards Crown cap, seeing her messy hair underneath, which he lets down. "No hats cutie. I want you looking good tonight." Franklin said, Sally nodes and turns to her and Frank's shared room only to see Carly still on the couch.
"Oh, right,.. Rain cvheck Frank, we're do it tomorrow. Kinda promised Carly to watch something." Sally said.
"Sure okay." Frank said, he wanted to help her find a dress anyway. Sally goes back to her seat on the couch. Frank deciding to go beside her. "Fame or Shame? You like that crap?"
"Not really.. But I promised Tracey I would watch her." Carly replied. She knew two Tracey's now. So when referring to the Irish one she often calls her by her last name, Walsh.
"Pinkie, you stay out here. Remember to write down names" Frank said, watching over Pink as she's trying write on the clipboard.
"S -Sure boss" Pinkie said, a bit shy now.
No more than ten seconds later, Michael and Trevor burst in. "Michael?" Pinkie asked, as they opened the doors right in front of her. "Hey Pink, were's Tracey?"
"I don't know..." Pinkie started only for Trevor, being a bit short on 'manners', responded by violentkly grabbing her by the throat with one hand, and menacingly walking forward, and Pinkie walking backwards because of this, chocking loudly.
"Where the fuck is Tracy Townley, eh!?.. Tracy-fucking-De Santa!?" Trevor demanded, before throwing her down on her knees, releasing the choke hold.
"FUCK THAT! WHERE THE FUCK'S LAZLOW!?" Trevor angrily screamed at her. Pinkie, scared for her life, gave away Lazlow, and pointed to the stage entrance. Trevor immediately runs over there, Frank tries to stop him only for Trevor to face-slam against a wall, bleeding all over. Mike stays and goes to help up Pink but here's a loud "COME ON!" from Trevor and he runs over to catch up with him.
Meanwhile on the stage man finished dancing.
Lazlow claps as he approached the camera.
"Thank you Mike. For... Whatever that was." Lazlow said.
Mike left the stage.
"Welcome back to Fame or Shame.. I'm the host Lazlow Jones and up next it's Tracy De Santa.. Judges.. Tracy De Santa." Lazlow said with a clap, causing the half asleep judges to lean back up, giving half ass'd claps.
"(runs in wearing overly revealing outfit) H. Hi" Tracy said nervously.
"Now Tracy's a "dancer" but she also enjoys singing, and long walks on the beach.. That's wonderful. Your so original. Like a rainbow. Or a basket of puppies. Or a.. Pile of puke." Lazlow joked.
"Who are these clowns!?" Lazlow cried, seeing Michael and Trevor, and the camera slides over to the intruders, probably thinking it was still part of the act. "That's my, dad and... Trevor!?"
"Great, two dads, very San Andreas." Lazlow snarked.
In an admittedly cute moment, Tracey sounds genuinely overjoyed to see Trevor back. She's the first person in the DeSanta family not to react in immediate fear to him and instead runs over to give him a huge. Trevor hugs back with one of the few times we see him giving off a warm smile.
Continuing with her act, despite this news. Tracey, for some reason, performs an erotic dance, while dressed like a school girl. (And she wonders WHY perverts stalk her). Lazlow joins in, and begins dancing inappropriately with Tracey.
"You fucking gonna do something about this!?" Trevor cried to Michael.
"Okay. Okay that's enough" Michael warned, but his words were ignored.
"Hey! I said that's enough!" Michael angrily screamed, and leaped at Lazlow, pushing him down on the ground, Tracey runs in to try holding him back.
"Is this part of the act?" asked a stoned Sally Luica, Franklin drinking a beer.
"God dammit Dad." Carly groaned, knowing how badly her sister wanted this. And grabs Sally's joint.
"Hey..."
"I need it." Carly groaned, taking a super long huff, enough that even Sally, an actual addict of the stuff, tells Carly to slow it down.
"This (coughes) this is why I didn't tell him about about my school plays." Carly said, handing her the joint back. Franklin not adding anything.
"I got security. Security!" Lazlow shouted.
"What you fucking say!?" Michael angrily screamed.
Lazlow ran for it, Michael gives chase but a security guard blocks him, holding his fists up. Michael accepts and prepares to fight him but out of nowhere Trevor smashes the guard with a fold chair, knocking him unconscious, Michael briefly taken aback by this.
"Come here you little fuck!" Trevor screamed at the escaping Lazlow, and he and Michael chased him.
"This show is weird." Tracey Walsh said, having also been watching the episode, the cameraman having recorded the entire scene. And is now recording Tracey's angry tantrum about her big moment being ruined.
"Pinkie! We gotta go, now!" Lazlow's voice cried.
"Why?" Pinkie asked, her voice still a little raspy.
"No time.. Come on!" Lazlow cried, grabbing her arm as he ran to his car. Trevor and Michael close behind him.
"Hey! We just wanna 'talk!" Trevor's voice said evilly.
Part of the reason for making "Gang Life" is to make a whole a story entirely focused on Sally and Frank. Being they are the main protagonists along with CJ, and it later in goes into much of GTA5 again.. But Carly and Michael are only minor characters, as where they are normally the leads.
Lamar's there two. He still has a crush on Sal, but accepts that she only see wants more of a "brother/sister'' relationship. I even had a scene of Lamar actually dropping his goofy/gangster act when Sally calls him to say she was kidnapped and Lamar making no jokes as he speaks to her in a very solemn/genuine voice, showing true concern..
