Jason: Sam...I did it. I have the roll sheet.
Sam: Good. I will alert Hoyt. Expect a rendezvous. Get into character and present yourself at the gate to his compound. Jason. How goes the mission to kill Hoyt?
Jason: I am stronger than ever. Let Citra know that he's as good as mine.
Sam: Do not worry. I am always at Citra's side. Put on your best poker face. You get one shot at this. Come. This is Foster.
Male: Ah! Thank you, Sam. Take a cigarette break. You, sit. Where is this list of traitors and your photos?
Hoyt: That's great work, kid. Here. Join me for a celebratory Cohiba. That was quite a show down there.
Jason: I don't really smoke.
Hoyt: Oh, you're concerned about cancer. That's goose shit. Cancer won't be what kills you. So, you look like you want to be in my inner circle, Foster. But, you know, I can read people. And you... you're a floater. You jump from job to job and never commit.
Jason: Nothing's satisfied me yet.
Hoyt: Uh, well. Do you know the real secret to keeping employees happy? Fear. So, hobbies. Cooking, painting, movies, crystal meth. What're yours?
Jason: I like to hunt.
Hoyt: I'm a hunter myself. The noblest of professions. But you know, I like to hunt real game. I can offer you travel to slave markets in Rio, Hong Kong, New York. This is a global enterprise. Globalization is the future. Bringing things from far away to me. Look at American industry. They put a 123 on a contact lens so when I'm going to place in my eye, I can tell whether it's inside out. Now, why 123 and not ABC? That way, they can export it around the globe and straight to me. And guess what happens when I'm wearing it?
Jason: You don't see the 123?
Hoyt: isn't that fucking amazing? That's progress right there. That is civilization. But you know, some guys, they just don't get it. You see that boat out there? I'm holding it and the people on board for ransom. But the customer, he just doesn't want to negotiate outside country lines. Bah! See, I prefer the European recordings. The brass sections in American orchestras are too bombastic. So that's the heart of it, Foster, right there. I ensure our slaves come from around the globe. And just like that little contact lens, my product is universal.
Now, there's something I'd like you to do for me. I have a prisoner downstairs. I want you to find out who he is, who his benefactors are. Then, I want you to beat him until he can't stand up. I'll send Sam with you.
Jason: All right.
Hoyt: Oh. I'll keep my eye on the camera feed. I so rarely get to watch another professional at work. Go on. Hey! Don't disappoint me.
Male 2: How's it going?
Male 3: New recruit thinks he's special because Hoyt talked to him. Hoyt talks to a lot of guys, new recruit. He talked to Vaas. Now where's Vaas, huh?
TV Male: I'm the king of the world!
Sam: How did Hoyt get that?
TV Male 2: He's not coming to my pilot ceremony next month.
TV Male 3: Dude. You know your brother's always doing his own shit, right?
TV Male 4: Yeah! No coconut for you!
TV Male 2: Hey. Hey, I thought Doug said there weren't people on the island.
TV Male 5: There they are! Get them!
TV Male 6: Everybody run!
TV Female: Help!
TV Male 6: Let go of me!
TV Male 5: Get them in the truck!
Sam: This way.
Jason: How does this end?
Sam: You do it, and Hoyt trusts you. Believe your own lies. And remember, smile...you're on camera. Here is the prisoner, for interrogation.
Jason: Oh, fuck! Riley! Who are you? What's your name?
Jason: Your name!
Riley: Riley Brody.
Sam: [German 00:06:42]
Jason: Who brought you to this island?
Riley: My brother.
Jason: And where is Jason now? Where?
Riley: I don't know.
Jason: Does he think you're dead?
Riley: Who do you work for?
Jason: I ask the questions! Where are the four people he stole?
Riley: Fuck, I don't know. I just, I just wanna get out of here.
Sam: The camera has been suspended on loop for 38 seconds.
Jason: You're alive.
Riley: Wha...what the fuck?! Are you with them?
Jason: No, I'm getting you out.
Riley: Okay, okay. Well, where's Grant?
Jason: He's not here. But I am.
Sam: Twenty six seconds.
Jason: Okay, we're leaving. Now.
Sam: Nein! If you do that, you might as well shoot him yourself. We must sabotage and kill Hoyt.
Jason: You and I distract the guards, Riley runs.
Sam: Nein. He'll never make it out of the building.
Riley: Listen to him, okay? I can't move from here, man.
Sam: Nine seconds. You must hurt him or Hoyt will know.
Sam: Five seconds.
Riley: Look, just do it, okay? I can take it! Just...just please promise you'll come back for me, okay?
Jason: Who have I become?
Sam: That's enough. Leave him. You're the best poker player I've ever met. I need a drink.
Hoyt: Hey. Great work getting his name. Inspired use of the carrot and the stick. I've got a good feeling about you, kid. Listen. I want you to come and play some poker with me. Sam, you're also invited. We'll discuss business.
Jason: Let me know when. I'm free anytime.
Hoyt: Good. Beautiful. I'll make sure Sam gives you the information. Poker night!
Jason: I want him dead!
Sam: I have a plan in place. First, we disable Hoyt's communication network and then we explode his fuel depot. The chaos in his Gestapo will allow us to execute him at the poker game and save Riley. Das ist gut, ja?
Jason: Yeah. Very.
Sam: Ja. Meet me at the fuel depot after pulling the plug on the comm center. This will render Hoyt's men deaf and dumb, ja?