It All Started in the Beginning, Carl Johnson or just CJ, loading his suitcase onto the baggage carousel at Francis International Airport in Liberty City, saying it is time to go back home after living in Liberty City for five years. As Carl retrieves his suitcase at the Los Santos International Airport arrivals lounge, the phone call from his estranged brother Sweet Johnson, informing him that their mother had died, is heard. Carl catches a taxi and heads home to Grove Street.

Text reads Francis International Airport, Liberty City, 1992.

CJ: After five years on the East Coast, it was time to go home.

Text reads "Los Santos International Airport". CJ picks up his suitcase and leaves the airport.

Phone rings.

CJ: 'Sup?

Sweet: Carl, it's Sweet.

CJ: Whassup Sweet, what do you want?

Sweet: It's Momma... She's dead, bro. CJ leaves the airport and enters a Taxi. The taxi is pulled over by an LSPD car.

Tenpenny: Passenger. Show us your hands.

CJ walks towards the police car.

Tenpenny: Stop. Get down on your knees. Now down on your stomach. There you go.

CJ is handcuffed and searched by Hernandez. Tenpenny: I'll take that, Hernandez. CJ: Hey, that's my paper man. That's money. Tenpenny: This is drug money. CJ: My money, man...

CJ is stood onto his feet.

Pulaski: Hey, don't worry about it. I'll fill it out later. Tenpenny: Welcome home, Carl. Glad to be back? You haven't forgotten about us, have you boy? CJ: Hell no, Officer Tenpenny. I was just wondering what took y'all so long. Tenpenny: Get in the car.

CJ is taken to the police car.

CJ: "Ease up, man. Damn."

Tenpenny: "Watch your head."

CJ hits his head on the car roof.

Pulaski: (Laughter) Tenpenny: Oh! My bad. Pulaski: "Get outta here, you greaseball bastard!"

The taxi drives away.

Pulaski: Stupid Mexican... Pulaski stares at Hernandez

Pulaski: Oh, hey, sorry. CJ: "My bag. Hey, man, my bag!

The car drives away. The screen blacks out and then reappears in East Los Santos.

Tenpenny: How have you been Carl? How's your wonderful family? CJ: I'm here to bury my Moms. You know that. Tenpenny: Yeah, I guess I do. So what else you got shakin' Carl? CJ: Nothing. I live in Liberty City now. I'm clean. Legit. Tenpenny: No, you ain't never been clean, Carl.

The car stops at the train track as a Freight crosses.

Pulaski: Well, what have we got here? Tenpenny: This is a weapon, Officer Pulaski, that was used to gun down a police officer not ten minutes ago. Officer Pendelbury, A fine man, I might add. You work fast, ni**a. CJ: You know I just got off the plane. Pulaski: Then it's a good thing we found you and retrieved the murder weapon. CJ: That ain't my gun. Tenpenny: Don't bullshit me, Carl. Pulaski: Yeah, don't bullshit him, Carl. CJ: What the fuck you want from me this time? Tenpenny: When we want you, we'll find you. In the meantime, try not to gun down any more officers of the law. (Laughs)