Michael's first stretch in this session was a drive up to the hillside mansion where he and Franklin had put their money. The road twisted badly—at least two sharp, almost right-angle turns—so even a fast sports car had to slow down. It made a certain kind of sense: rich people usually aren't missing anything, and if they're not in a hurry they can just take it easy. If time really mattered, a helicopter could land just about anywhere.
Back at Michael's living room, the next cutscene started. Trevor showed up. He wanted to rescue Brad, who—according to the story from their old bank job—had been arrested and sent to prison. But Trevor had one thing stuck in his head: Michael had faked his death, so who was actually buried in the cemetery? Michael brushed it off as a bag of dirt. Trevor didn't buy it. They traded insults and angry words for a while, and then Trevor took off in Michael's car. Michael went after him without hesitating, but by the time he got outside Trevor was already gone. Michael ran toward the road to flag down a car. While he was on the phone, Trevor called. Michael asked him to come back, order a pizza, and talk it through. Trevor cursed at him and hung up. The call also stopped Michael from running, so following Trevor wasn't easy, but it wasn't a big deal.
I grabbed the first car I could and followed the GPS to the Los Santos airport. The objective was the terminal on the second floor. I ran around the ground level and couldn't find the right building. Two cops were guarding a gate on the right, which looked promising. I went over and talked to them—no subtitles—and after a couple of lines Michael was arrested. Reload. Back to Michael's house at the point where Trevor had just driven off. I did the airport run again, parked at the marked spot, and spotted two sloped structures on either side of the ground floor. That had to be the terminal, and it was. I walked to the marker and triggered the cutscene. After Michael left, a sedan pulled up behind him. I didn't catch what was said. A few shots of planes taking off and landing carried the scene forward.
Michael was in a car in North Yankton. Snow covered everything in white; only the road looked dark. He was on the phone with Amanda, his wife, saying he was going to the cemetery—probably about who was buried there. Michael mentioned Dave, said he'd take care of this business, and then they'd do one more big score and stop. He had probably said that many times before, and Amanda didn't seem to believe it anymore. They argued and hung up.
At the cemetery, Trevor was already digging with an entrenching tool. The hole was deep. He asked Michael who he had really buried. Michael said he didn't know. Trevor said they'd find out soon enough. After a moment, Trevor opened a hole near the head and saw Brad. Michael tried to explain: Brad hadn't made it, Michael had been shot too, and there was nothing else he could do. Trevor drew his pistol, and Michael drew his at the same time, aiming back at Trevor. They cursed at each other for a bit. Then several people in the distance started shooting at them, shouting something about someone's boyfriend—maybe connected to Trevor's cousin's girlfriend. Trevor bolted through an iron gate behind the graves. Michael tried the same route, found he couldn't get away, and had to stay for the firefight.
I killed one enemy with a submachine gun. This section repeated four or five times. The light was poor, and the enemies seemed to survive almost anything unless I hit them in the head. Two or three bullets would put one on the ground, but he could still attack; a moment later he'd be back on his feet. Maybe the cemetery was getting to me. Eventually I made it to the vehicle. A passing train blocked the enemies. I thought all I had to do was drive off, but before Michael could even start the engine, several men pointed guns at him and kidnapped him.
The scene cut back to Trevor. Lester asked about Michael—he hadn't seen him for a long time. He checked cell tower records and travel records and found that Michael had gone to North Yankton, after which there was no trace. Trevor said Michael might have been killed by mistake, though he wasn't sure.