2) The Strip Mafia join the chase, but only end up interrupting the progress of the real mobsters.
Two rusty Mananas holding Strip Mafia members pop up from above. The leader is in one of them.
Leader: We don't need your help, buffoons!
Mobster: No one takes your goddamn gang seriously anymore! Just back the f*ck off!
Leader: You dare defy me?
One of the Mananas hits a fire hydrant and flips upside down onto one of the mob cars. Windshields are shattered as they crash into a building to their left. The remaining Manana and mob cars manage to catch up to the Roosevelt. Roman and Chester see them.
Roman: Cousin, they're catching up!
Niko: Is that really a relevant statement?
Yeager: Ay, cut into this alleyway.
Niko listens to Yeager and drives the Roosevelt into a narrow alley. Packie and Dwayne are knocked off the sides and run to the car.
Leader: We've got you!
Packie and Dwayne find themselves running in between the Roosevelt and the mob cars. Packie gets shot in the shoulder again by one of the Forellis. Roman throws a hot dog at Packie. It hits him, healing him instantly. The same Forelli fires at the back windows of the Roosevelt. The glass shatters, Roman screams and Chester is shot in the elbow.
Roman: CHESTER! YOU'RE BLEEDING!
Chester: I CouLD go For A BleEDer BuRGeR.
Roman: Chester, listen to me!
Yeager: Use a goddamn hot dog.
Roman: Niko's all out!
Roman gets Chester to duck in the backseat to avoid getting shot. The alley their car entered splits off into different paths. They turn to the left, Packie and Dwayne running zig-zag after the Roosevelt. The Strip Mafia's Manana misses the turn and hits a corner. Their car stalls, the exposed engine emitting a billow of smoke. The mob cars crash into them, blocking the path for everyone except the Roosevelt.
Leader: It's all your fault, Herbert!
Herbert: Don't blame me! It's not my fault this car is a piece of crap.
Leader: I'm calling Bethany about this. You're not getting ass tonight, young man.
Herbert: We never get ass any night! Our little posse is flat f*cking broke we couldn't even afford a f*cking prostitute. And don't call me "young man," I'm four years older than you!
Leader: We lost our f*cking stash, and you're worried about getting ass.
Herbert: You brought it up, f*cking cow.
Packie and Dwayne have managed to get back onto the Roosevelt as the alley widens on its way out. The Group of Five plus Roman make it back to Caligula's safely. Roman carries the stash as they get ready to exit. They exit their car, Chester immediately staggering all over the sidewalk, falling over pedestrians. Packie guides Chester into the casino with the rest. They make their way to Yeager's office with the stash. Yeager waves at Fortuna as Roman sets the stash down on the table, dropping onto the floor.
Roman: Do you have any idea how heavy that f*cking thing is?
Chester: I used it as a bed.
Roman: You're no help, Mr. "Just a little dose!"
Packie: Roman, go easy on the ol' man. You know he ain't long for this earth.
Chester: I'm in my 60's!
Yeager: Guys! We f*cking did it! We stole sh*t from the mafia. It may have been sh*tty mafia, but mafia nonetheless. I'm gonna spend the next few hours finding a buyer. You guys do what you want. Leave the masks here and change out of your suits.
Niko: Good. Where's the private room, I gotta change?
Yeager: Actually, I was thinking you guys could just change in here.
Dwayne: I ain't gettin' naked in front of a man.
Yeager: Come on, we're all men here. I won't look, I promise. I know Fortuna will, am I right?
Fortuna: f*ck you.
1. They find a wire in the stash.
2. Fortuna doesn't look as the Group of Five all change inside Yeager's office. Roman handles the situation.
3. The Strip Mafia raid the casino.
4. Chester actually did all the of the stash; Roman had lifted a heavy cement block.