Paper Trail/Script

Pre mission phone call

Contact: Bellic. We need you. Now. The chopper is prepped and waiting off Grummer Road in Northwood. Your sometime accomplice, Jacob, is there. He's riding shotgun on this one.

Niko: Jacob? The rasta?

Contact: Don't ask unnecessary questions. I want you to take out this guy's chopper. He was last spotted in Varsity Heights. No civilian casualties.

Script

Little Jacob: Yes, here's my man Niko.

Niko: Hey, Jacob.

Little Jacob: Yo Niko, got some serious fire power up in here. Rocket launcher! Bo!

Niko: Let's find him and get this over with. I don't like being in this man's pocket.

Little Jacob: Ain't nuthin' but badda badda. There be the other chopper. Stick to him, Niko. We need to take him down where there be no people.

Niko: For a man who has asked me to kill a lot of men, this guy is really safety conscious.

Little Jacob: Seen. He got that government ting about him. All for the greater good and ting.

Niko: I have the feeling he don't want to be responsible for a helicopter crash in Middle Park.

Little Jacob: True dat. Yo, dis be some crazy shit ya know Niko. Yo, we inna the Star Junction in a helicopter. Dis some real spy shit I and I is doing ya know.

Niko: Shows you the people who need spy shit done get other people to do their dirty work.

Little Jacob: Seen, bredren. Everyting rash!

Niko: Shit, Jacob. You really gotta smoke that thing now? The secondary smoke doesn't exactly help my hand-eye coordination. And I'm paranoid enough with US government on my ass. Whatever actually, just smoke it.

(Niko flies under a bridge)

Little Jacob: Rhaaatid! What a' gwan?

Niko: Don't worry about the bridge, Jacob. I'm finally getting the hang of flying this thing.

Little Jacob: Yo Respect! Ya a righteous rudeboy, Niko. He's over the water. Now are the time.

(Little Jacob misses)

Little Jacob: How am I gonna get dis bumba clot with ya moving all over de place?

Little Jacob: Rhaatid, that just fuckery. I need to be back inna line.

Little Jacob: I can't take a show with dis damn turbulence ting going on.

Little Jacob: Rhaatid, Niko. I don't got no shot no more.

Little Jacob': How am I gonna get dis bumba clot with ya moving all over de place?

Little Jacob: Cha, missed the ras clot. Get me back in I spot.

Little Jacob: Get close so I can take a shot!

Little Jacob: Steady now man, me need fe shoot!

Niko: Why'd you miss, Jacob? Smoking too much?

or:

Niko: Come on, Jacob. You need new lenses in those glasses? Hit the thing.

Little Jacob: Keep steady for de shot now.

Little Jacob:Feel de fiyaah.

Niko: Good shot, Jacob.

Little Jacob: Ya got some crucial flying skills, ya know Niko. Can I drop I off on de heli pad though? Me no feel so good ya know. Trust me, dis ting a mess wit me structure. Yo, job well done ya know Niko, but we haffi get out dis bumba clot debt right now, ya know.

Niko: I do not think he can ask us to do more than this. Now it is our turn to get him to help us. If someone can find the man I search for, it should be him.

Little Jacob: Let's do it!

Alternate dialogue

Little Jacob: Yo, I ain't used to seeing de Star Junction from a helicopter, ya know Niko. It's like we in a movie or something.

Niko: Yeah! Only we could get arrested or killed. Those are the only differences.

Little Jacob: Gwann chill out Niko, we jammin' here.

Niko: Jacob, man! I don't see so good when you're blowing the smoke in my face! Fine, smoke it. Whatever.

Failing the mission

Losing the helicopter

Little Jacob: De boss gonna be vex with I an' I for losing dat ras clot ya know, cha! One love, me breda.

Niko: I lost your man.

Contact: He wasn't my man, he was your target. Lives may be lost because of this mistake. I'll be in touch. Pathetic.

Little Jacob dies

Niko: We lost Jacob in this piece of shit mission of yours.

Contact: He paid his debt to our country. He did a good thing. Maybe that was the one good thing he did. Not a bad way to die. I'll be in touch.