(Franklin ambushes Michael from behind and hits his face)
Franklin: I was your bitch! I could have been staring down the barrel of your gun any fucking day, you motherfucker!
Michael: You just keep telling yourself that! It ain't gonna make you feel any better!
Franklin: Past performance, homie! People don't fucking change!
Michael: You did! You! Two-bit gangster gone three-bit. And now you're gonna... cap the only one who was ever decent to you! ARGHH!!! No, I trusted you. I took you in. Treated you like family!
(Franklin pushes Michael and grabs his hand)
Franklin: Michael, let's just...
Michael: Fuck you!
Franklin: Eh, you told me, when thе time came. I'd know. I'm sorry!
Michael: You hypocritе! I shoulda clipped you when you broke into my house
Franklin: Man, I'm sorry. It's like you said... I understand.
Michael: You don't understand nothing! I'm all you got! You made the wrong call! Argh! I'll bring you down with me! I'm taking you down! You're coming in the ground with me! Franklin! You greedy prick!
(If Franklin drops Michael)
Michael: Aaargh!
(If Franklin tries to save Michael, he will headbutt Franklin)
Franklin: OW!
Franklin: Oh, f... fuck! (cries) Oh... fuck... (cries) Fuck...


(Franklin phones Lamar)
Lamar's Voicemail: What up, what up? This is your boy LD, leave one.
Franklin: Hey Lamar! It's me homie. Look, I was just calling to see how you was doing, dog. Uh. Maybe we could hangout or something? Man, I know I've been caught up in shit, man, but shit's been real crazy, homie. But it's dealt with now. Fuck, man, you know how it is, homie, you just start running, and shit. Then all of a sudden your legs give and you just can't run no more. Anyway man, man just hit me, dog. We brothers homie, alright? Peace.