"Vinewood," he said quietly. "Solomon's premiere is tonight. Let's give him his movie back."
Franklin weaved through Vespucci Beach traffic, sirens now wailing behind them. "You two gonna argue, or shoot? Because that's a NOOSE van on our six." Grand Theft Auto V
The Los Santos sun hung low and heavy, bleeding orange and red across the Del Perro Pier. Michael De Santa sat on a bench, an untouched glass of bourbon sweating in his hand. The amusement park's shrieks and the distant wail of sirens had become his white noise. "Vinewood," he said quietly
But as they crossed over the Vinewood sign, Michael opened the cargo door. The wind roared. Trevor paused, watching. Franklin said nothing. "You two gonna argue, or shoot
Trevor’s eyes were wide, wet, and wild. "Supposed? Mikey, there is no supposed. There's only doing and dying . And I ain't dying until I watch that weasel Steve Haines cry on live television."