"Hey Simeon, what's going on?" Franklin asked, as he and Sally entered the Premium Deluxe Motorsport, owned by the crooked salesmen, Simeon Yetarian.
"My boy, so good to see you, so good," Simeon said.
"What about me?" Sally asked.
"Sure, I guess," Simeon said, barely noticing her.
"Yeah, look man, look, we've been working together for a about a few months now, right?" Franklin replied, visibly annoyed.
"Which is why, I am very honored to announce to you that you are Employee of the Month." Simeon said, showing a photo of Franklin framed on the wall.
"Huh?" Frank and Sally both said in unison, both are confused.
"Congratulations! It wasn't easy picking a winner." Simeon said, shaking Franklin's hand excitedly.
"Yeah, me, Sally, Lamar, your nephew Sacha with the twitch.. Look, man. It's been a real honor homie, but I gotta move forward in my life. It seems like all I do is let people tell me what to do and I do it and nothing changes." Franklin replied.
"I tell you what, my boy, you tell me exactly what you want, and I will very carefully explain to you why it cannot be." Simeon replied.
"What?!" Franklin cried.
"Today is repossessing vehicles that fools have purchased at exorbitant interest rates. But tomorrow... Together! I never had a black son, but if I did I would want him to be just like you." Simeon replied. Franklin rolls his eyes.
The whole time Sally just stood quitely in the background.
At that moment Lamar Davis came into the room, a bit adorably, the first thing he does is side hug Sally. Simeon tells Lamar about Franklin's promotion. Lamar pauses a moment before answering,
"... Your fucking with me right?" Lamar cried.
"Man, we both being fucked with..." Franklin insisted.
"Man, knock it off, man. For real, after all the motherfuckin' work I put in, man?!" Lamar cried a bit angrily.
"Man, fuck this Employee of the Month shit. I'm sitting up here trying to get-"
"What do you mean, "fuck this Employee of the Month shit", man? When there's some shit to be won, God dammit, I want it. I don't give a fuck what it is. Y'know what I'm talkin' about? I take no prisoners. I go hard doing this shit. Big dog. Big nuts. When my name is on a motherfuckin' board I want to see my name at the top of that motherfucker and next to it, it needs to say Winner." Lamar cried.
"You done?" Sally teased.
"Shut up." Lamar teased back.
"M -Maybe next month" Simeon insisted.
"Man fuck next month! What about today?!" Lamar cried.
"Today is nothing, just a bike. Hasn't made a payment at all. Some kid at Vespucci Beach. His name is Esteban Jimenez." Simeon said.
"Is he in a gang?" Franklin asked, annoyedly.
"Curiously enough, I did not inquire when he bought the bike." Simeon admitted.
"We got work to do, err... Employee of the Month." Lamar said sarcastically.
"Man, fuck you." Franklin groaned as the two started leaving. Sally silently follows them.
ON THE ROAD:
Franklin Clinton: Hey, was this the motherfucker who took the bike that Vagus dude? With the tattoo on his face and shit?
Lamar Davis: Yeah, that was him.
Franklin Clinton: Fuck, homie, I don't want no unnecessary bullshit here, alright?
Lamar Davis: I don't give a shit. There's a reason Simeon pays a couple of mean looking motherfuckers to come repo this shit. We ain't girl scouts.
Sally Lucia: In your case, I ain't so sure about that.
Lamar Davis: Very funny.. But of course this dude is real. Who else is gonna have the required surplus of paper, and deficiency of brain cells? He just put a dub down on this bike.
Franklin Clinton: Twenty's G's?!
Lamar Davis: With a three G note!
Franklin Clinton: Damn, that motherfucker must be tricked out, dog.
Lamar Davis: Man, this whole setup was designed to take drug money.
Franklin Clinton: Alright, man, look, we go in quietly. In and out, no fuckin' drama.
Lamar Davis: I'll try, homie. But I'm one loud, dramatic, brash, crazy, greedy, shoot a motherfucker in the back type motherfucker. And you love me for it.
Franklin Clinton (sarcastically): That's right homie. Nothing but love.
The three-o sneaked into the Mexican gang territory of a Mexican gang called the Vegos, and opened the garage door to get the bike. But it's not there.
"Man, ain't this about a bitch, Ain't no motherfucking bike in here, man." Lamar said.
"Yeah, No shit." Sally groaned, the two always had a playful "Vitriolic Best Buds" relationship, which is where you bicker a lot, but are clearly friends.. If anything, it just further proves the brother/sister relationship between them.
As they were talking, 3 Mexican gangsters approached them.
"Hola, amigos!" said the one in the middle, clearly the leader.
"Hola, ese." Lamar said sarcastically. As proof of the above, he immediately shields Sally behind him.
"We saw you trying to creep up in here, man." said the lead goon.
"Yeah? (pulls out pistol) You saw THIS, motherfucker!?" Lamar cried. Proving himself an irrational hothead, as he immediately escalated the situation when it could have still been defused. The unnamed goon immediately goes for his gun and is shot.
"Oh shit!" Sally cried.
Franklin is forced to shoot the second one, as the 3rd runs off, alerting his friends.
"Come on down everybody! Come on down! Kill these motherfuckers!"
"Dammit Lamar! Now you're done!" Sally cried angrily, pulling out her 9mm pistol (all three have that one) and ran to a nearby wall and began shooting back with Lamar just next to her. Franklin runs over too.
And just like that, a gunfight began. The three slowly shot their way though the area, Sally grabbing a dropped combat shotgun and began using it, covering the other two. Sally is a surprisingly good shot with both guns, and this clearly wasn't her first gunfight with these two.
"Somebody tell them this is a legal repossession!" Lamar snarked.
Franklin shoots the last goon before reloading his pistol.
"All clear!" Sally cried, as she threw down the now empty shotgun.
"Are you guys good?" Lamar asked.
"I'm fine." Franklin replied.
"Me too." Sally said,
"Man, we only came here for a bike." Franklin said.
A Vagos member on the bike appears in front of them, trying to escape. Said bike is green.
"And there the motherfucker is right there. Hey, asshole, come here, we got yo' pink slip!" Lamar cried.
Franklin takes the bike to a spot Lamar said to meet at.
The three chase him with Franklin's sport car and Franklin purposely crashes into him and then takes the bike and rides it following Lamar as he drives himself and Sally the rest of the way.
"Man, I can't hang with your ass for a while, bro. You a psychopath! You done finally fuckin' lost it!" Franklin cried once they all got out and regrouped at Franklin's house.
"That's that Apache blood in me, homie. You lucky I ain't flying a tomahawk and scalp these motherfuckers!" Lamar cried.
"We can't repo the assets of a dead man, stupid asshole!" Sally added in, angrily.
"And we ain't going to either, I'm gonna keep this motherfucker for myself. Tell Simeon we couldn't recover it." Lamar said, and with that he gets on the bike and drives off. leaving Franklin and Sally behind.
"You fucking tell him! You fucking moron!" Franklin angrily screamed at him, but Lamar was gone.
"Come on, let's just go in, I could use a joint." Sally said, already heading into the house. Sure enough she starts smoking once in, Franklin follows soon after, though simply heads to his bedroom to take a nap.
"You guys need better weed." Sally playfully told him.
"Take it up with David." Franklin replied from in the room. Referring to their dealer.