Far Cry

Ajay

Far Cry[edit]

Doyle: You do know how to fly a glider, right?

Jack: No, but I learn real fast when people are shootin' at me.

Doyle: You'll need to use a demo charge.

Jack: Oh, good thing I remembered to pack a few of those.

Doyle: Don't be difficult.

Doyle: What did you do?

Jack: I could tell you, but it's more fun to let you wonder.

Addi Mbantuwe: Seth Uniya is the worst kind of man in this world. He himself does not kill, but teaches others how to make roadside bombs. The world does not need men such as he, I am sure you will agree. The man thinks he is safe because he is a teacher. I seriously doubt he will survive the week. That is because *you* are on the job. You are going to walk in there like a big man and take him out. The UFLL can be very generous. Good money always.

The Jackal: You can't break a man the way you break a dog, or a horse. The harder you beat a man, the taller he stands. To break a man's will, to break his spirit, you have to break his mind. Men have this idea that we can fight with dignity, that there's a proper way to kill someone. It's absurd, its anesthetic, we need it to endure the bloody horror of murder. You must destroy that idea. Show them what a messy, terrible, thing it is to kill a man, and then show them that you relish in it. Shoot to wound, and then execute the wounded, burn them, take them in close combat. Destroy their preconceptions of what a man is and you become their personal monster. When they fear you, you become stronger, you become better. But let's never forget, it's a display, it's a posture, like a lions roar, or a gorilla thumping at his chest. If you lose yourself in the display, if you succumb to the horror, then you become the monster. You become reduced, not more than a man, but less. And it could be fatal.

Far Cry 3[edit]

Vaas: You are angry, Jason. You... are angry. Okay, I get that... I get it. I mean, without family, who the fuck are we? There was a time I would do anything for my sister, you know? First time I ever killed was for my sister. But that was not enough for her-- No, no, no, no, no, please. You see the thing about our loved ones, right? OUR FUCKING LOVED ONCE, THEY COME AND THEY BLINDSIDE YOU EVERY FUCKING TIME! So they say to me... they say, "Vaas! Vaas! WHO THE FUCK IS IT GOING TO BE: THEM OR ME? MEEEEE? OR THEM?"!!! [laughing] Like... like you know... like they fucking think that I need to make a fucking choice! By the way, this lighter... really sucks.

Vaas: Did I ever tell you what the definition of insanity is? Insanity is doing the exact... same fucking thing... over and over again expecting... shit to change... That... is... crazy. The first time somebody told me that, I dunno, I thought they were bullshitting me, so, boom... I shot him! The thing is... He was right. And then I started seeing, everywhere I looked, everywhere I looked all these fucking pricks, everywhere I looked, doing the exact same fucking thing... over and over and over and over again thinking: "This time is gonna be different-- No, no, no, please...! This time is gonna be different." I'm sorry... I don't like... the way... [Punches crate aside violently. His agitation towards the player character is visibly growing] ...you are looking at me! Okay? Do you have a fucking problem in your head?! Do you think I am bullshitting you?! Do you think I am lying? FUCK YOU! Okay? Fuck... you! It's okay, man. I'm gonna chill, hermano. I'm gonna chill... The thing is... Alright, the thing is I killed you once already... and it's not like I am fucking crazy. It's okay... It's like water under the bridge. Did I ever tell you the definition... of insanity?

Far Cry 4[edit]

[Intro: At the border between India and Kyrat, Kyrati forces attack a bus carrying Ajay Ghale, the player character. Moments later, a helicopter arrives, and Pagan Min, the King of Kyrat, surveys the scene...]

Pagan Min: [to the guard commander] I distinctly remember saying "stop the bus." Yes, "stop the bus." Not "shoot the bus." I'm very particular with my words. "Stop." "Shoot." "Stop." "Shoot." Do those words sound the same?

Commander: But it got out of control.

Pagan: I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. What did you say?

Commander: It got out of control.

Pagan: [pulls a large pen from his coat] "Got out of control"... I hate when things get out of control.

[Pagan proceeds to stab the commander to death with the pen.]

Pagan: You had one fucking job and you couldn't fucking do that! [slumps down next to the body] And I got blood on my fucking shoes! [looks up to see Ajay] At least there's a silver lining. You didn't completely fuck it up.

[Pagan rises, helping Ajay to his feet.]

Pagan: Get up, boy. I'd recognize those eyes anywhere. [chuckles as he embraces Ajay] I'm so sorry about this. This was supposed to be... well, not this. We have a party waiting for you... [kneels next to Darpan, the other survivor] ...but I don't think I know your name. [to Ajay] Who is this? Hm? Is this your plus-one? [Ajay is silent] Strong silent type. I like it.

[The other soldiers put a bag over Darpan's head and bind him.]

Pagan: I'm terribly embarassed about all this. This was supposed to be very simple, but you know if you give food to monkeys, they just throw their shit at each other. Oh, would you hold this? [hands Ajay the bloody pen and pulls out his cell phone] Just a moment, I want to get a little picture. Right into the camera, there we are... [takes a selfie with Ajay] Awesome.

[The soldiers pour gasoline and set the bus (and the bodies) on fire, as "Should I Stay or Should I Go" by the Clash begins to play.]

Pagan: Don't worry about a thing, my boy. This will soon be behind us and we'll be off on our grand adventure. Because I've cleared my calendar for you! You... and I... are gonna TEAR SHIT UP!

[Ajay is brought to a dinner table with Pagan; Paul "De Pleur" Harmon, one of his governors; and Darpan.]

Pagan: Again, terribly sorry about what happened before. This is more what I had in mind. So, fresh start! Introductions. Ajay Ghale, our guest of honor; Paul, our very gracious host. [De Pleur nods] The little monkey, whose name I still don't know. And I, of course, am Pagan Min. You... really don't remember me, do you? Your mother, she never spoke of me, never mentioned me? Oh, we'll change all that. Paul, I need cash.

De Pleur: Uh, how much do you need?

Pagan: All of it. [De Pleur hands him several Kyrati rupee bills, all with Pagan's face on them] Thank you. Here we are... [flips through the bills, holds one up close to his face, to compare] Ah. Hm? [tosses it down, holds up another] How about this, with the smile? [tosses that one aside, holds out another, looking serious]

Ajay Ghale: That's you.

Pagan: That's me. [peers at it] Although I'm not so sure anymore. Now your mother...

[Pagan picks up the urn containing the ashes of Ajay's mother Ishwari, and opens it; Ajay rises, but is stopped by De Pleur.]

Pagan: Your mother, on the other hand, she understood me. She knew me in a way no one ever did. [dips his pinky into the ashes and tastes them] Mm, that takes me back. The last time I saw Ishwari was years ago. She told me she loved me. Women, they can do that. They can tell you they love you in the moment and mean it. Men, on the other hand... no, men only really love you in hindsight. When too much distance has built up. [rises, grabbing a fork from the table] So, when your mother decided to flee to the United States with you on her hip, I couldn't help but blame myself. Then I realized it: It's not me. No. It was the fucking Golden Path!

[Pagan shoves Darpan's head into his plate, and stabs him in the shoulder with the fork.]

Pagan: Those fucking terrorists, they ruin everything. Like dinner! [to Darpan] Did no one ever teach you it's rude to text at the table? Let's see here. [slaps Darpan's hand to release his cell phone] Give me the phone! [holds it up] Really, guys? We're not checking for these anymore? [reads the text] Ah. "I'm with Ajay Ghale." [to De Pleur] You'll love this part. "Help." [chuckles] A text for help? You don't text for help, you cry for help. So come on, you're gonna cry for help. You're gonna do something, you're gonna do it right. Here we go! [drags Darpan to the balcony] Go on, cry for help. Cry for help.

Darpan: [weakly] H-help...

Pagan: Ah, pathetic. Cry for help, like you mean it, boy! [Darpan screams "help" louder] Help! From your diaphragm! HEEEEELP! Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh... now we listen. [beat] Nothing. I'm afraid they're not coming for you, buddy. [pulls the fork out, and turns to De Pleur] Find out what he knows.

[De Pleur and his men take Darpan away for torture.]

Pagan: Terrorists, right? Now please, stay right here. Enjoy the Crab Rangoon. Don't move. I will be right back.

[Final mission: Ajay kicks in the door to Pagan's chambers in the Royal Palace...]

Pagan: Come in! I apologize for the austerity, I sent the help home. Chances are, you shot them on your way in. Now, before we begin... [goes through the drinks cabinet, picks up a bottle] Ah... to whom am I speaking? Hm? The son who returned to scatter his mother's ashes, or the lunatic who has murdered his way to the top of my mountain? If I was speaking to the first guy, then I would say, "Sit down. Let's be civilized. Enjoy some food." But... we tried that before, didn't we? At our first meeting, you sat here... [indicates the foot of the table] Paul was off applying voltage to the nipples of your rude little plus-one. I stood... just like this. And what were my exact words... ah! "Stay here. Enjoy the Crab Rangoon. Don't move. I'll be right back." Now, if you had just listened, just waited for me, then we would have come backhere straightaway, together, and scattered your mother's ashes. So you must be the second guy, who didn't listen, and decided instead to join the other monkeys and start throwing his shit around. But I'll tell you what.

[Pagan sits down at the head of the table.]

Pagan: I call a "do-over". Hm? I say you have two choices. One: You could shoot me. Boring. Or, you could sit down... enjoy some food... and you and I will go scatter your mother's ashes together.

[Player choice: Ajay does not shoot Pagan, and sits at the opposite end of the table from him.]

Pagan: So, who did you kill, hm? Was it Amita? Sabal? [digs into his plate] It doesn't really matter, I already know. I just want to hear you say it.

Ajay: Fuck you.

Pagan: Oh my goodness, boy, you didn't even blink. Well, you do realize you're just giving away your country, right? It's yours. It's always been yours. Kyrat is yours. I pulled you off the bus in the first place to pass it on to you. I suppose you could take it back... you're halfway there. One down, one to go. Not that I want to put ideas in your head. At least now we know you have a taste for doing what it takes. Well... no more putting it off, I suppose. [rises] Well, come on. And don't forget your mother.

[Ajay follows Pagan into the palace gardens, to a small shrine next to his helicopter.]

Pagan: You do realize that urn represents all that's left of the old Ajay. The "pre-Kyrat" Ajay. Once you spread those ashes, all those ties you had to that previous life... are gone. And then what happens? Well, I suppose you could do what I did after Mohan killed Lakshmana. [glances at Ajay] Oh, you didn't know that, did you? Yes, your father killed your half-sister, and then your mother killed him in return. I simply continued where she left off. I killed so many people for them. But then I realized, I was only using Lakshmana's death as an excuse to do whatever I wanted to do. Just as you use those ashes to do whatever you want to do. [grins] God damn if it isn't fun. Well! You finally made it.

[Pagan opens the shrine, revealing it to be a memorial to Lakshmana, his daughter with Ishwari Ghale.]

Pagan: You know, the one and only time I walked into this place, I came in a sane man, and came out... like this. But you... you will come out a king. Well, go on. Do what you came here to do.

[Ajay enters the shrine, and places his mother's urn next to that of Lakshmana. As he does, the helicopter outside begins to spin up its rotors. Going back out, Pagan is standing inside the helicopter.]

Pagan: All choices have consequences, Ajay! I've given you Kyrat... but I'm keeping the helicopter!

[The chopper lifts off.]

[Hidden ending: At the beginning, if Ajay stays at the table at De Pleur's mansion, Pagan returns about 10 minutes later, throwing his coat over a nearby chair.]

Pagan: Oh, fan-bloody-tastic. You, sir, are a gentleman. I sincerely apologize. We saw terrorists in the area, and yada yada. The Crab Rangoon, right? It's... [pauses while Darpan screams from electrical torture] ...fabulous. Mm! Well, come on, let's go!

[Ajay rises from the table. A loading screen later, Pagan's chopper lands in the gardens of the Royal Palace.]

Pagan: Three-point landing! [to Ajay] You know, part of me is surprised your mother asked for you to bring her all the way back here. [one of the Royal Guard opens the door of the chopper] Thank you, Kamran!

Ajay: You... want me to follow you?

Pagan: Jesus Christ... yes, boy, the ashes aren't going to scatter themselves! [Ajay exits the chopper] Did your mother ever tell you about your father?

Ajay: Never, no.

Pagan: Mohan, the great protector of the Golden Path? [scoffs] He was a cunt. He whored your mother out, sent her to spy on me. But we fell in love, we had a child, and that was when Mohan showed his true colors. He drove you and your mother away, even killed your sister, Lakshmana. Which brings us here.

[Pagan opens the shrine, revealing it to be a memorial to Lakshmana, his daughter with Ishwari Ghale.]

Pagan: Lakshmana shouldn't be alone anymore. I'm so glad we're finally back together. [inclines his head to the door] After you.

[Ajay enters the shrine, and places his mother's urn next to that of Lakshmana. He heads back outside to find Pagan standing next to the chopper.]

Pagan: Oh, good. Do you feel better now? Get it out of your system? Good. And maybe now we can shoot some goddamn guns.

[Cue "Should I Stay or Should I Go" as Pagan and Ajay enter the chopper.]

Far Cry 5[edit]

[opening scene]

Mary May Fairgrave: Montana... Big Sky Country... The Treasure State... People got a lot of names for it. I just call it home.

Pastor Jerome Jefferies: Lived here my whole life. Still amazed at how beautiful it is.

Nick Rye: Maybe that's what blinded us to how ugly the people were gettin'.

[Cell phone camera footage entering a chapel with an armed guard at the door.]

Jerome: You don't understand. No one took these groups seriously.

Nick: They were different. Religious. Militant. It was a goddamn cult.

Joseph Seed: [on cell phone camera] The Collapse is upon us, my children.

Mary May: They started buying up every farm for miles. Then the radio station. Not long after that they even had the fuckin' cops.

Jerome: ...their own sovereign religious state. Built right here, under our noses.

Nick: Ain't no one coming to help us. Government can't do shit. We're on our own.

Joseph: [on cell phone camera] God demands we save those lost souls whether they want to be saved or not.

Mary May: People don't want to believe groups like this exist.

Nick: People are scared, man.

Joseph: [on cell phone camera] ...and some will wish to harm us... Some will wish to destroy all that we have built here together. [camera zooms in on his face] And some will betray us.

[Joseph looks directly at the camera, and the man holding it is tackled and dragged in front of him, as the cell phone lies on the floor.]

Jerome: We don't know what he's capable of... Who? Their leader.

Nick: Joseph Seed.

Mary May: They call him "The Father".

Joseph: [on cell phone camera] And those in the outside world are blind. They do not believe. They have no faith. [the man struggles] Shh. But I will make them see...

[Joseph gouges the man's eyes out, then holds out his arms as if in prayer, before the camera shorts out.]

Far Cry 6[edit]

[Reveal trailer: In the Hotel Paraiso in Esperanza, Yara, Diego Castillo works on a model car listening to an MP3 player when his father Antón, the President of Yara, enters.]

Antón Castillo: It's beautiful, mijo. Perfect... but useless. I have something for you, Diego. Give me your hands.

[Diego does so, and Antón places a live hand grenade in his hands.]

Diego Castillo: Papá, I--

Antón: Now... the grenade is simple. It has four basic parts: The shell, which contains the explosive; the fuse; the handle; and of course... the pin.

[Antón pulls the pin and clasps Diego's hands tightly around the grenade.]

Diego: What are you doing?

Antón: Breathe, Diego. Breathe. The pin simply holds the handle in place. It is only when you let go that this grenade goes "boom". Follow me. [Diego hesitates] Now.

[Diego stands up and follows his father; outside, fighting is going on in the streets.]

Antón: I am el Presidente. Which means that someday, you will be el Presidente. And our people, they do not know how to be happy. They are torn apart by opinions, noise, indecision. Strangled by their own freedoms. And even if you have love in your heart, even if you want what's best for them, if you only want to save them from themselves...

[Antón leads Diego onto the hotel's roof.]

Antón: They will hate you, Diego. Everything you say, do, believe, will be wrong.

[Diego nearly trips on a power cable, but clutches the grenade tight; Antón lights a cigar and beckons Diego to join him on the roof's edge.]

Antón: They will answer you with screams. Call you "evil". A "monster". And give you this.

[Antón turns the grenade over in Diego's hands, showing "muerte a Castillo" ("death to Castillo") on the other side of the shell.]

Antón: So you tell me: Are you evil? [Diego shakes his head] Are you a monster? [another head shake] Because our country is like this grenade, except it has two basic parts: Our people... and you. And you must clutch them nice and tight, or we all... go... boom. Do you understand now? [Diego nods] Prove it.

[End of intro mission: Refugees fleeing Yara are gathered in the hold of the fishing boat San Judas; a teenage boy in a hoodie approaches Dani Rojas, the player character.]

Teenager: Gracias.

Dani Rojas: Don't worry about it, chamaco.

Teenager: Here. [hands Dani a rare baseball card] It's all I've got.

Lita Torres: This isn't right, Dani. We should be fighting, not running to the Yanquis.

Dani: Alejo gave you a fucking gift, Lita. We survive. Same as the orphanage. Same as the academy. [the boat suddenly stops]

Lita: What was that? [sounds can be heard above deck]

Fisherman: Please, no, no, this is a fishing boat. Dios mio, no, no!

[A single gunshot silences the fisherman. Heavy footsteps can be heard on the deck above... and then Antón Castillo himself enters the hold, followed by his right-hand man, General Raúl "Old Dog" Sánchez.]

Antón: Before he was el Presidente, mi papá loved to fish. We would go out on a boat just like this. And we would catch the fish and then... release them. He would say, "It's not always about your stomach, mijo. It's about the challenge!" Except... when he caught a big, fat, juicy marlin. [laughs] He was too proud to let that fish go-- [an old woman steps forward]

Nanny: Sick tirano! You have poisoned Yara! You have poisoned your son! [General Sánchez immediately shoots her in the head]

Antón: I have caught a very big fish today... haven't I, Diego? [beat] DIEGO!

[The teenager in the hoodie steps forward... revealed as Antón's son Diego]

Lita: No way.

Antón: I have caught you, mijo. Now it's time to bring you home.

Diego: I don't want this anymore, papá.

Antón: We have no choice.

Diego: Let them go. They can work, make Viviro--

Antón: Truth, or lies?

Diego: Truth.

Antón: They could be good workers. They could help rebuild paradise! [in a low, venomous tone] But if you wanted them to live, you would have never set foot on this fucking boat. [louder, cheerfully, to the others] Thirteen years old, and Diego has such compassion for his people. These fish, we will catch... [to Sánchez, ominously] ...and release.

[Sánchez nods, and follows the Castillos up onto the deck; a moment later, the lights go out.]

Lita: What the hell just happened?

Dani: I think we're fucked.

[As the refugees begin panicking, Castillo's troops fire through the hull, sinking the boat...]

[San Pablo Church, Esperanza: Antón and Diego are alone with the flag-draped coffin of Antón's nephew José, killed by guerrillas.]

Antón: You want to confess, confess.

Diego: Why are we here? You never even liked José.

Antón: Why?

Diego: He was an asshole.

Antón: Why?

Diego: [thinks a moment] He was weak.

Antón: Mi papá had a saying, "God gives victory to the lions."

Diego: Sounds religious.

Antón: Mi papá loved Jesús. He would always say Jesús would make an amazing Yaran presidente. "Mi Antón! Always remember, Jesús was both the lion and the lamb. Rule with strength but understand suffering."

Diego: You believe that?

Antón: After he was murdered, your grandmother and I were left to survive alone. She would always remind me of my father's obsession with that verse. She hated it.

Diego: Why?

Antón: Because he had it all wrong. Be the lion and the lamb? No. She would say, "Antón, there are lions, and there are lambs. Rule, or be ruled. A Castillo must be a lion. For Yara is full of lambs."

Diego: You don't talk about her.

[As they talk, soldiers pour gasoline inside the chapel.]

Antón: She was always strong, smart, powerful, but a woman in Yara, and in those days, she had the wrong skin to lead. [takes a draw from his cigar, then rises] Mi papá was a lamb.

Diego: José was a lamb.

Antón: Hmm. You want to know why we're here? You are a lion. [coldly] And we eat the fucking lambs.

[Antón tosses his cigar into the gas-drenched chapel, setting it ablaze, before leading Diego out.]

[Final mission: During the siege of Esperanza, Dani confronts the Castillos in the Torre del León, the presidential palace.]

Antón: Last lesson, mijo. There is one thing in life that will always be true. Do you know what that is?

Diego: Death.

Antón: Sí. [kisses Diego's forehead and hugs him close, then looks to Dani] You will protect him. From your friends. From the monsters.

Dani: He'll be safe. I promise.

[Antón looks pleased for a moment... then his expression becomes cold.]

Antón: Lies. [shoots Diego in the chest]

Dani: Diego! No...!

[Antón pulls his tobacco pruning knife from his belt and slits his own throat, falling dead to the floor. Dani kneels next to Diego.]

Dani: Everything's gonna be alright! Don't move, chamaco!

Diego: It-- [coughs] It's okay, Dani.

Dani: Don't talk.

Juan Cortez: [over the radio] You smell that? That's the stink of fucking victory!

Dani: Juan, he shot Diego in the fucking chest!

Juan: Oh, you gotta be kidding me. Forget the kid, Dani!

Dani: Fuck you! He's bleeding out!

Teresa "Lucky Mama" Moreno: Is he hit in the heart, Dani? Is he breathing?

Dani: Lucky, I don't know, there's too much blood!

Paolo de la Vega: Don't move, Dani, we're coming up!

Dani: Come on, Diego. Stay with me, chamaco.

Diego: [wheezing] It's okay. It--it's okay, Dani. You were the lucky one.

Dani: No, no...

[The other rebel leaders enter, Lucky Mama in front.]

Lucky Mama: Move, Dani!

[Lucky kneels next to Diego, checking his vitals and performing CPR. Paolo kicks Antón's foot, as if to see if he's really dead.]

Dani: What's happening, Lucky?

[Lucky shushes Dani. Camilla "Espada" Montero picks up Antón's pistol; La Moral leader Yelena Morales knocks over part of the Esperanza model with her AK-47; and Juan helps himself to the presidential cigar box.]

Camilla "Espada" Montero: I don't want to be the one to say this, but... what do we do now?

Paolo: Yara needs a leader until we can hold elections.

Yelena Morales: There's only one person I trust in this room.

Espada: You better not say yourself.

Paolo: Yara is yours, Dani.

[Dani does not answer, looking instead at Diego and Lucky.]

Lucky Mama: Lo siento.

Dani: [bows their head] No, it's not. I'm not a politician. Clara was. Maybe you are. [lifts Diego's body off the floor and rises] The only reason we are standing here is we didn't wait for one person to solve all our problems. "When tyranny is law... revolution is order."

Yelena: Where are you going?

Dani: Yara is yours. Don't fuck it up.

[Epilogue: Juan pours some rum over the grave of Libertad leader Clara García, killed by Antón before his downfall. Dani approaches, and he pours a cup.]

Juan: To fallen heroes.

Dani: To her Yara.

[Both drink; Juan tosses the empty bottle aside.]

Juan: You know, Dani, there's never gonna be an election.

Dani: There's plenty of Castillo's friends out there who want to make sure of that. You want to go hunting?

Juan: [grins] It's like I'm looking in a fucking mirror.

Dani: "Once a guerrilla..."

Juan: "...always a guerrilla." I ever tell you the story of the time Santos smuggled me into Uganda so I could steal him a goddamn zebra?

Dani: Yes.

Juan: Angry motherfuckers, but that didn't stop me, Dani. Just gives me confidence.

[Post-credits (audio only): Juan approaches a Libertad-allied smuggler, implied to be Vaas Montenegro from Far Cry 3...]

Juan: Libertad thanks you for your support. And I come bearing good news. Our Viviro supply has tripled.

Smuggler: Ah. You know, it's so sad about that Castillo kid. I mean, what his papá did. Wow. That is crazy.

Juan: Mhm. A tragedy.

Smuggler: [laughs] Well, you know some people are just sick in the mind, hermano. They're out of control.

Juan: Same time next week.

Smuggler: [laughs again] Oh, you can bet your life on it.

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