Nice! Next mission: “Pack Man”, take another route going to Paleto Bay, let Trevor finish his conversation with Lamar, toggle the cinematic view as Franklin climbs on the side of the truck to get into the upgraded JB-700, drop the spikes in 3 seconds, as well as firing the machine guns on the cops, and at the end of the mission, switch to Trevor as he answers Lester’s phone call about Franklin asking about Michael’s whereabouts
9:36 (Cutscene) (Michael finds Trevor digging up the grave, and slowly walks towards him) Michael: Hey, you're wasting your time. Trevor: Is that why you flew out here? Huh? Tell me I'm wasting my time? (Trevor continues to break away the rubble and dirt) Michael: Go ahead, dig it up. I don't give a shit. Trevor: Yeah, it's what you look like, a guy who doesn't give a shit. Michael: Ah, this is ridiculous. Trevor: How long are you going to keep lying for, Mikey, huh? When's it going to stop? What happens in the dark, comes out in the light. Michael: Give it a rest, Trevor. There's nothing there! (Trevor gives it one last swing with the axe, then picks up the spade, ready to break open the casket) Trevor: This is it, moment of truth. (Having broken open the casket, Trevor looks at the corpse with dismay. He throws the spade down, crouches down to the open hole and breaks away the dirt. Brad's face is revealed. Trevor struggles to contain his shock having predicted it. Shouting in rage, he stands up from the casket, glaring despairingly at Michael, who stands over the grave, not daring to look) Trevor: As if I didn't know... Brad. Michael: Look, we do what we got to do to survive. This thing, it didn't work out the way it was supposed to. Trevor: Oh, and how was that, huh? With Brad in the can and me in the ground? Or...or...or-or both of us in the coffin? Michael: Brad got shot! You saw it! He didn't make it. I got shot, I did. That's, that's it. (Trevor, having known the truth about what happens, jumps out of the grave and stands up to Michael) Trevor: I think the only thing that didn't go as planned was me showing up on your doorstep ten years later. Mikey, I mourned you. Michael: And I missed you, but I got a fucking family, Trevor. We were all gonna die. He did die. (The two quickly pull out pistols and point them at each other) Trevor: You reptilian motherfucker! Michael: I didn't want it to come to this. Trevor: Yes you did, you just don't have the fucking balls to do it, but I do. Michael: I've got more to lose than you. Trevor: Never a truer word has been spoken, brother. Now pull the fucking trigger. You ain't got the guts. Michael: Take the fucking shot! (Wei Cheng's men emerge from tombstones behind Michael, pointing their weapons at the pair) Trevor: Who is that? (Michael turns around, and Trevor sees the opportunity to fire, but the gun jams. He throws the gun at Michael and makes a break for it) Trevor: Fuck! Fuck! (Michael swings back round and fires at Trevor, who's breaking open the cemetery's rear gate) Chinese Guy: Trevor Philips, Mr. Cheng has requested a word. Michael: Hey, ho, ho, I'm not the guy you're looking for! Chinese Guy: (Speaking in Chinese) Hey, he's over here, he's over here. (Speaking in English) Get the boyfriend! Michael: Boyfriend? Motherfucker.
Nice! Next mission: “Pack Man”, take another route going to Paleto Bay, let Trevor finish his conversation with Lamar, toggle the cinematic view as Franklin climbs on the side of the truck to get into the upgraded JB-700, drop the spikes in 3 seconds, as well as firing the machine guns on the cops, and at the end of the mission, switch to Trevor as he answers Lester’s phone call about Franklin asking about Michael’s whereabouts
Wow north Yankton looks amazing with this modification ! 👍
7:02 map look version ps3 xbox 360
Great job
9:36 (Cutscene)
(Michael finds Trevor digging up the grave, and slowly walks towards him)
Michael: Hey, you're wasting your time.
Trevor: Is that why you flew out here?
Huh?
Tell me I'm wasting my time?
(Trevor continues to break away the rubble and dirt)
Michael: Go ahead, dig it up.
I don't give a shit.
Trevor: Yeah, it's what you look like, a guy who doesn't give a shit.
Michael: Ah, this is ridiculous.
Trevor: How long are you going to keep lying for, Mikey, huh?
When's it going to stop?
What happens in the dark, comes out in the light.
Michael: Give it a rest, Trevor.
There's nothing there!
(Trevor gives it one last swing with the axe, then picks up the spade, ready to break open the casket)
Trevor: This is it, moment of truth.
(Having broken open the casket, Trevor looks at the corpse with dismay. He throws the spade down, crouches down to the open hole and breaks away the dirt. Brad's face is revealed. Trevor struggles to contain his shock having predicted it. Shouting in rage, he stands up from the casket, glaring despairingly at Michael, who stands over the grave, not daring to look)
Trevor: As if I didn't know... Brad.
Michael: Look, we do what we got to do to survive.
This thing, it didn't work out the way it was supposed to.
Trevor: Oh, and how was that, huh?
With Brad in the can and me in the ground?
Or...or...or-or both of us in the coffin?
Michael: Brad got shot!
You saw it!
He didn't make it.
I got shot, I did.
That's, that's it.
(Trevor, having known the truth about what happens, jumps out of the grave and stands up to Michael)
Trevor: I think the only thing that didn't go as planned was me showing up on your doorstep ten years later.
Mikey, I mourned you.
Michael: And I missed you, but I got a fucking family, Trevor.
We were all gonna die.
He did die.
(The two quickly pull out pistols and point them at each other)
Trevor: You reptilian motherfucker!
Michael: I didn't want it to come to this.
Trevor: Yes you did, you just don't have the fucking balls to do it, but I do.
Michael: I've got more to lose than you.
Trevor: Never a truer word has been spoken, brother.
Now pull the fucking trigger.
You ain't got the guts.
Michael: Take the fucking shot!
(Wei Cheng's men emerge from tombstones behind Michael, pointing their weapons at the pair)
Trevor: Who is that?
(Michael turns around, and Trevor sees the opportunity to fire, but the gun jams. He throws the gun at Michael and makes a break for it)
Trevor: Fuck!
Fuck!
(Michael swings back round and fires at Trevor, who's breaking open the cemetery's rear gate)
Chinese Guy: Trevor Philips, Mr. Cheng has requested a word.
Michael: Hey, ho, ho, I'm not the guy you're looking for!
Chinese Guy: (Speaking in Chinese) Hey, he's over here, he's over here.
(Speaking in English) Get the boyfriend!
Michael: Boyfriend? Motherfucker.
Good job game source
Nice mike Uncle T
Are you serious that you censored the bad words?! 😡🤦🏻♂️
It's not his fault, it's TH-cam's fault, which bans everything that moves, fʊck y0u TH-cam
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