The Recruiter: What's the matter? Is your mind starting to race? Now your odds of death are 1 in 2. That's pretty high indeed. I'm sure you're afraid. Lots going through your mind. Let me guess what you're thinking right now. "The gun is in my hand. Screw the rules. Pull the trigger once or twice, and I can blow this guy's face off." Isn't that right? If you want to meet the person you mentioned earlier, the key is in my pocket. You can simply shoot me with that gun and take it. But I'll have you admit one thing. That you're a piece of trash, just like everyone else. A piece of trash who got lucky and made it out of the dumpster.

(Gi-hun pulls the trigger aiming at himself, it's empty…)

Seong Gi-hun: What's the matter? Is your mind starting to race? That's right. Screw the rules. Now, with a single pull of the trigger, you could kill me. But… I'll have you admit one thing. You put a mask over your face and do whatever your master says. You run, bark, and wag your tail for them. You're nothing more than their dog.