FBI: Is it true? You're getting access to Crime.net?

Hector: Fuck you.

FBI: Are you familiar with Bain's crew? The Payday clowns?

Hector: I've seen the news. First World Bank. Very impressive.

FBI: Well Hector, they've been giving the Bureau quite a headache. We can make good things happen for you IF, you help us to get closer to them.

Hector: Rat them out you mean? What could you possibly offer me?

FBI: I'm getting impatient Hector. Look, I know you're connected to Bain. If you want this little arrangement of ours to continue, you better give me something on the clowns.

Hector: Fuck you, dog.

FBI: This dog needs a bone, or this dog will hump your leg, amigo.

Hector: *sigh* I can give you one of them, but that's all. I still need them to take care of a few things.

FBI: We want Dallas.

Hector: No. He is the leader. It'll have to be another. I'll be in touch.

FBI: It better be soon. Your ass is on the line here amigo.

Hector: *mumbled groaning* Yeah, yeah.

FBI: You wanna do time? I'll let every low-life in Mt. Olive have a piece of your ass.

FBI: We have him in custody.

Hector: The English one, yes?

FBI: Yes. They call him Hoxton. Tough son of a bitch. Biting and spitting, almost got away.

Hector: That's him. Then I trust this matter is settled? You got what you wante-

FBI: Settled? Jesus Christ Hector! Nothing is settled. This is only the start. It won't be long until the public demands the heads of all these fucking clowns. And, with your help, I intend to deliver.

Hector: It's a white box van you'll be looking for. A meat truck. They'll be inside with the product.

FBI: Won't Bain be suspicious? It might look like a setup.

Hector: *sigh* I'm losing millions in product on this. He won't doubt me. You just worry about how you'll stop the clowns when they realize what's going on.

FBI: Don't worry. We'll have 'em completely surrounded. What are they going to do? Try to shoot their way out?

FBI: You've had your fun. But its over now, you hear? The Mendozas were on our payroll too you know!

Hector: Yeah, yeah.

FBI: You fucking piece of shit! You worked for us Hector, we own you! That rivalry shit gets left at the border!

Hector: The Mendozas disrespected me. They deser-

FBI: Jesus Christ! Do you ever listen to yourself? The public wants blood Hector. They want the Payday Gang on death row, and if you don't want to share a cell with those bastards, you better give me something I can work with.

FBI: You've heard about the incident at the courthouse. They got Hoxton back.

Hector: And you let them waltz right into your fucking headquarters?! Do they know about me?!

FBI: We're not stupid Hector. Nothing points to you directly. But, if we allow them time to dig through all the data, they'll put two and two together, then might figure out why that meat truck of yours was conveniently surrounded.

Hector: *sigh* Shit! Putas! Fucking putas! They'll know!

FBI: Hector, we're running out of time. I've prepared a safehouse. We'll keep you protected while you work with my agents to build a case against the clowns. From what I've learned about them over the months, I'd say your life depends on it.