Grand Theft Auto V

Prologue
(Brad throws a woman to the floor)

Brad Snider: Get down there!

Michael Townley: Alright, everybody pays attention, no one gets hurt.

Trevor Philips: Aarrgh! Open the door, or they'll get worse than hurt!

(Michael points a gun at a security guard)

Trevor Philips: Hey, hey, ah! Come on!

(The security guard opens the door)

Security Guard: Just don't do any...

Trevor Philips: Ah! Let's go! Shut up! Shut the fuck up!

(Michael moves towards the security guard)

Michael Townley: Hands behind your back.

(Michael searches the security guard)

Security Guard: C'mon mister, we're giving you everything you want.

(An employee goes to trigger the alarm)

Michael Townley: Don't even think about it.

(Michael kicks the security guard in the back)

Female Employee: I'll do it. I'll do it... Oh God.

(Brad heads through a door while Trevor pushes the female employee into an office)

Trevor Philips: Sit tight. I'll handle the plastic.

Michael Townley: Don't blow yourself up!

(Michael aims his gun at the hostages)

Michael Townley: Listen up.

Trevor Philips: In the back! Come on!

(The hostages begin moving into an office)

Male Employee: What's he doing? He's going to kill us in here.

Trevor Philips: Hurry!

Male Employee: Leave us alone.

Second Male Employee: We didn't do shit to you.

(Brad returns and Trevor shuts the office door)

Trevor Philips: All set. Phone it in.

(Michael gets his phone out)

Michael Townley: I'm making the call.

(Michael uses his phone to detonate the explosives blowing the vault open with the trio moving towards the vault)

Brad Snider: Alright! We going to do this, huh?

Trevor Philips: Haha! Show me the money!

Michael Townley: Slow and steady, T. Slow and steady.

(Michael enters the vault collecting the money and is joined by Trevor)

Trevor Philips: There's enough here for us all to enjoy!

Michael Townley: Depends on how you look at it.

(Michael begins to leave the vault as Trevor waits at the vaults door)

Trevor Philips: What's the hold up?

(Michael and Trevor leave the vault)

Trevor Philips: Coming out, B.

(Michael and Trevor leave the vault and Michael is held at gunpoint by a second security guard)

Second Security Guard: Give it up! I got him!

(The second security guard takes Michael's mask off)

Second Security Guard: I saw your face. I'll remember you.

Michael Townley: You forget a thousand things every day. How 'bout you make sure this is one of 'em?

Second Security Guard: I see it in his eyes. He's crazy.

(Trevor shoots the second security guard, killing him)

Michael Townley: Fuck! You didn't have to do that!

Trevor Philips: Let's get going. There'll be time for grieving later.

Michael Townley: Yeah, you got that right.

Trevor Philips: Come on!

(Michael, Trevor and Brad head toward an exit with Michael and Brad taking cover)

Michael Townley: I'm setting the charges. They're on a timer, so brace yourselves!

(Michael plants the explosives, which detonate)

Trevor Philips: Fan-fucking-tastic.

(Michael, Trevor and Brad head towards their planned escape exit)

Michael Townley: Oh fuck. You hear that? Sirens. Fuck the cops. T, hit the shutter switch.

(Trevor presses the shutter switch causing the shutters to rise)

Trevor Philips: What's this? Local resistance?

Michael Townley: It ain't supposed to go down like this.

Trevor Philips: It never is. Come on. Go.

(Michael, Trevor and Brad begin shooting at the police officers)

Michael Townley: What the fuck is this?

(Michael, Trevor and Brad continue shooting at the police officers)

Trevor Philips: Don't be as dumb as you look.

Brad Snider: I ain't laying down for them.

(Michael, Trevor and Brad continue shooting at the police officers)

Michael Tonwley: Drop it, prick.

(Michael, Trevor and Brad continue shooting at the police officers)

Trevor Philips: Get out the way!

(Michael, Trevor and Brad continue shooting at the police officers)

Michael Townley: Fuck these guys!

(Michael, Trevor and Brad continue shooting at the police officers)

Michael Townley: Get down!

(Michael, Trevor and Brad kill the remaining police officers)

Michael Townley: We got a window - let's go!

(More police officers turn up and are shot at by Michael, Trevor and Brad)

Trevor Philips: Can't be many more cops in this town.

Michael Townley: Bring 'em. This is fucked, man. The thing is blown.

Trevor Philips: I got my share. It's still wide open!

(Michael, Trevor and Brad continue to shoot the arriving police officers allowing them to get towards their getaway car)

Brad Snider: Car's up here! Let's go!

Trevor Philips: Move! Come on!

Michael Townley: Kid mighta bailed. This wasn't in the job description.

(Michael, Trevor and Brad continue to make their way to the getaway car, killing arriving police officers)

Michael Townley: Come on.

(Michael, Trevor and Brad kill the last police officers)

Michael Townley: Let's move! Come on! Let's go! Let's go!

(Michael, Trevor and Brad near the getaway car and kill more arriving police officers)

Michael Townley: Get in here.

(Michael, Trevor and Brad enter the getaway car)

Getaway Driver: Hey. What took ya so long?

Trevor Philips: Shut the fuck up and drive.

(The getaway car pulls away)

Brad Snider: Did you see that shit? I fuckin' put that bitches face against the glass.

Michael Townley: Yeah, you're a real stallion.

Trevor Philips: Bahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbahbah.

(A police car begins chasing the the getaway car)

Getaway Driver: Aww fuck! How'd that happen?

Michael Tonwley: Go! Go! Go! Go!

Getaway Driver: Fuck!

(Trevor Philips begins shooting at the pursuing officers)

Getaway Driver: Jeez I think they're gonna...

(The police kill the getaway driver)

Michael Townley: Aw, fuck. Local yokel's bought it.

(Michael pushes the getaway drivers corpse out the drivers door and moves into the driver's seat)

Brad Snider: That guy's a dick...

(Michael rams the getaway car into the side of the police car)

Michael Townley: Fuck you too.

(The police car is forced into a tree and explodes)

Michael Townley: Fuck you!

Trevor Philips: Wooo!

Brad Snider: Wooo!

Michael Townley: Yeah.

(Michael begins to drive the getaway car to their escape route)

Trevor Philips: Come on! Let's get to the chopper!

Michael Townley: If we move quick, we can beat the train.

(Michael drives the getaway car towards the waiting helicopter as police cars drive towards the crime scene)

Brad Snider: Cops. Coming our way.

Trevor Philips: Be cool... They ain't made this car yet.

Michael Townley: We're getting there!

(Michael, Trevor and Brad see a police road block)

Michael Tonwley: Shit! Shit! Shit! Road block!

Trevor Philips: Go right! Beat the train, man!

(Michael turns right and the car is hit by a train while going over a level crossing)

Trevor Philips: Arrgghh! Arrgghh! Jesus!

(The car stops next to a tree having been hit by the train)

Michael Townley: You guys alright?

Brad Snider: Fuck!

Trevor Philips: Come on! Ditch the car, alright? We can go this way to the chopper.

Michael Townley: No, hey! Stick to the plan.

Trevor Philips: What?

Michael Townley: Stick to the fucking plan! Come on.

(Michael, Trevor and Brad start heading to where the helicopter is supposed to meet them)

Brad Snider: Where the fuck's the chopper? Fuck me, fuck, fuck!

(A sniper moves into place)

Michael Townley: I'm going to check around back.

(The sniper fires a shot, which hits Brad. Trevor heads for cover while Michael stays with Brad.)

Trevor Philips: Run! It's the fucking Feds! Someone must have fucking talked!

Michael Townley: Alright. Brad's gonna be fine but we gotta get out of here.

(The sniper fires a second shot, which hits Michael)

Michael Townley: Aw, fuck! I'm hit! Ah, Jesus. T, you gotta get out of here.

Trevor Philips: Ain't gonna leave you Mikey!

Michael Townley: Go! God, I'm not gonna make it. Fucking gonna bleed out. Aw, go...

Trevor Philips: Noooo!

(Trevor starts shooting at the arriving police officers)

Trevor Philips: Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!

Police Officer: Police!

(Trevor continues shooting at the police officers and federal agents)

Trevor Philips: Come on! Come on!

(More police officers and federal agents arrive and Trevor begins to retreat spotting someone running away)

Trevor Philips: Hey! You! You, hey!

Pedestrian: Oh, oh, oh God!

(Trevor chases the pedestrian who trips over)

Pedestrian: Oh God. Don't shoot! Help! Help please!

Trevor Philips: Where's the chopper?

Pedestrian: I don't know what you're talking about!

(NYSP officers begin to move in with Trevor grabbing the lady around the neck)

Trevor Philips: Fucking stay back! You come near me, she's fuckin' dead! Stay back!

(The pedestrian escapes Trevor's grip and Trevor begins to run away)

Pedestrian: Oh, God, help me! Help me! Oh!

NYSP Officer: Go! Go!

(Trevor escapes into a fog covered field. The screen fades to black and returns at the Ludendorff cemetery)

Ludendorff Reverend: Michael was not always a good husband. Not always a good citizen. He did not die a hero's death. But he was a man. Our Lord was crucified with two thieves so perhaps we should not judge.

Amanda Townley: Michael...

Ludendorff Reverend: We are born of sin, and we die in sin...

(The camera shows Michael, who is still alive, watching his own funeral)

Ludendorff Reverend: and in this Michael was like anybody else. Father... we do not know your infinite mysteries. But we know... that you'll show great mercy to our friend.