Franklin Clinton’s got everything he thought he wanted — the house in Vinewood Hills, the car, the freedom — but lately, none of it feels like peace.

Michael’s laying low after the Madrazo incident. Trevor’s stuck out in Sandy, unpredictable as ever. And now Stretch is back, trying to reel Lamar in with talk of “old times” and “loyalty.”

Franklin can see the setup coming a mile away, but Lamar won’t listen. It’s eating at him — that helpless feeling of watching the people he loves walk into a trap he can’t stop.

So he’s outside his house, leaning on the hood of his car, city lights glinting off the paint, trying to figure out what the hell comes next.

But that’s when your car rolled up…