Robeman
#2 BAKERS, BANKERS, WANKERS
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scene one – inside a flat
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man one : for fuck's sake! i'm gonna kill someone.
man two (david) : normally, i would say that violence is never an answer. but i'd even help you hide the body on this one.
man one : i don't get it. how the fuck did whoever-did-this replace our door without anyone noticing? the concierge lives 10 meters away! doesn't that shit makes noise?
man two (david) : what do you mean whoever-did-this? it was this Doorman fellow, obviously. the rabbit-chick said he made all their doors. all their BLACK doors. and what do you know, this door is black.
man one : you don't say! but how would Doorman know anything about us? like, where we live? we didn't share any information with anyone. fuck!
man two (david) : that's true. another mystery. thank god the door was opened, though.
man one : a buoy in an ocean of diarrhea.
man two (david) : that's... graphic. i need a soda. d'you want anything?
man one : Doorman's balls in a jar.
man two (david) : ehm... that's pretty gay, man.
man one : shut up, david. i ain't in the mood.
man two (david) : mate. there is a milk carton in the fridge. 1% fat.
man one : what?!
man two (david) : and they left a message on it.
man one : again, what?! let me see that shit. reading the message · "do you like your new door, mister Robeman? you'll find the key inside this carton. try not to lose it : who knows what else it opens?".
man two (david) : that's it?
man one : no. it's signed "the guild of broken bakers".
man two (david) : "mister Robeman"... those arseholes are only addressing you! they don't even mention my name. or you know, my "Super-Hero" name. and they only gave one key! there are three of us living here! how are leila and i supposed to...
man one : shutting him up · ...is it really what we should be focusing on?! they replaced our door! they came in here! they fuckin’ know who we are for shit's sakes! plus, they probably have a key of their own. we're not safe here anymore. fuckin’ assholes!
man two (david) : well it doesn't really seem like they want to hurt us, does it?
man one : how would you know that? this message is blurry as shit.
man two (david) : indeed. and what do they mean by "broken bakers"? "broken" as in emotionally? or are they like cripples or something?
man one : you know what, david? i don't give a flying fuck. now, give me your phone.
man two (david) : why?
man one : to call leila. she should know about the door. as you said, there's only one key.
man two (david) : why don't you use your own phone?
man one : out of battery.
man two (david) : fine. giving him the phone · but don't be too long. she tends to speak a lot.
man one : she's a woman, dude. they all do.
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noise of a phone ringing in the living room
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man two (david) : it's coming from the living room.
man one : of course she left it here... why would anyone take their phone when leaving their place? what a stupid bitch!
man two (david) : calm down! she is quite smart, actually.
man one : ... i don't mind you wanting to shpoynk my sister, david. quite frankly i couldn’t care less. but don't you dare call her smart ; that's crossing a line.
man two (david) : you're such an arsehole... and i… i don't fancy her. i just think she is pretty cool, that's all. anyway, what do we do now?
man one : let's go to the bakery down the street, i guess. maybe they'll know who the fuck the "broken bakers" are. pouring the milk in a bowl · here is the key.
man two (david) : it looks weird.
man one : so do you. is it disgusting if i drink that milk?
man two (david) : yes it is.
man one : i think i'm gonna do it anyways.
man two (david) : don't.
man one : why?
man two (david) : they might have poisoned it, for all we know.
man one : shit. you're right. i can't catch a fuckin’ break, can i?
scene two – in a small bakery
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man one : waow, what a lovely place!
man two (david) : you've never come here? we live right above!
man one : i'm not a big bread guy. anyways, i don't know what it is, but i feel good in here. at peace.
woman four : hello gentlemen, how can i help you?
man one : hi, we'd like to know if you could give us information about "the guild of broken bakers".
woman four : of what?
man one : broken bakers.
woman four : never heard of them ; is it a band?
man two (david) : we don't know. that's why we're here.
woman four : well, have you checked online?
man one : jesus, how stupid are we? check on your phone, dude.
man two (david) : check on yours!
man one : it’s out, remember? plus it doesn’t have the internet…
man two (david) : ... right.
woman four : would you like to purchase something?
man one : do you sell 1% milk, by any chance?
woman four : i'm afraid not.
man one : then i guess i'll take a muffin.
man two (david) : two.
man one : fine, two.
man two (david) : there is nothing online about them.
man seven · entering the room : about whom?
woman four : the horde of broken bikers. ever heard of them boss?
man one : guild. "the guild of broken...".
man seven : shutting him up · don’t! ... no self-respecting baker speaks their name!
man one : uuh. what?
man seven : you heard me. please leave, now.
man one : right. listen to me, “self-respecting” baker : those assholes came into my fuckin’ place and replaced my fuckin’ door. and you obviously know them ; or at least OF them. so we're not leaving here until you tell me who the fuck those pricks are.
man two (david) : our place... our door...
man seven · pulling a gun out of his back pocket : leave.
man two (david) : shite!
woman four : boss!
man one : i don't know why, but i don't feel at peace in here anymore.
man seven : leave!
man one : oh what, you're gonna shoot me in broad daylight in the middle of your shop, just because i don't want to leave? what is this, america?!
man two (david) : mate, i think we should leave.
man one : shut up, david. he is bluffing.
man seven : i'm really not. i don't want to use my gun, but i will if you don't leave right now.
man one : just give us anything about the broken...
man seven : ...shutting him up · don't you say that name!
man one : fine. let's say, about "that guild", then ; whatever. just give us anything, then we're out of here forever.
man seven : and you NEVER come back?
man one : that’s what forever means… plus, you think i'm gonna come back to a place where the boss points guns at his clients? i mean... maybe if it was a gunshop...
woman four : it's the first time he has ever done that, i promise. he usually is very nice ; with everybody!
man seven : they don't know what they're getting into, julie. i'm just trying to protect them.
man one : yeah, it really looks like you're protecting us when you're POINTING A GUN IN OUR FACES!
man seven : fine. putting his gun back in his pocket · all i can tell you is to go to the flower bank, down the street. they'll give you what you want. but you really shouldn't go.
man two (david) : what a ridiculous name for a bank.
man seven : you got your info. now leave.
man one : fine. but, just so you know, i'm gonna give this place a real shitty review on yelp.
man two (david) : you're not on yelp.
man one : did he really need to know that?
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scene three – in yet another street of London
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man two (david) : are we really going to go where the mad man with the gun is sending us?
man one : that's our only lead.
man two (david) : and what a great lead!
man one : shut up, david. what’s that smell ?
man two (david) : it’s… i’ve may have soiled myself.
man one : jesus!
man two (david) : he had a gun!
man one : that is disgusting!
man two (david) : it’s just a little pee…
man one : you’re gonna smell like piss for the rest of… well, whatever this is.
man two (david) : no, i’m not. i’m going home.
man one : what ?!
man two (david) : mate, we failed at finding the 1% milk, then we failed at finding our flat. and now we're obviously failing at finding our door. all we found so far is trouble. trouble and piss. let's face it : today is against us. let's just go home.
woman four (julie) : shouting · guys! guys! you forgot your muffins! i didn't know what flavours you wanted, so i took two chocolate.
man two (david) : awesome! give it here.
man one : uhm... we didn't actually get the time to pay for it.
man two (david) : whispering · why would you say that?
woman four (julie) : oh don't worry about that. it's on the house. the boss felt a little bad. you know, because of the gun thingy.
man one : sure, because a little muffin is gonna make us forget he threatened our lives. my friend here almost shat himself. not to mention he actually…
man two (david) : don’t!
man one : right. it'll cost a fortune in therapy.
man two (david) : nah, i am good now. so is this by the way!
woman four (julie) : thank you!
man one : fine. i guess it's a start. i'm still mad though.
woman four (julie) : understandable. so, you really are going to that bank, eh?
man one : well, if your boss didn't bullshit us, those assholes replaced our door for zero reason whatsoever. so yeah, we're going there. i've got a jar waiting to be filled with Doorman's balls.
woman four (julie) : have you ever been there?
man two (david) : no. have you?
woman four (julie) : yes, just the once. it's pretty weird.
man one : how so?
woman four (julie) : they're rude. and violent!
man one : you mean, more than your boss?
woman four : as i told you earlier, he is usually very nice. you mentioning that gang really seemed to startle him for some reason!
man two (david) : guild.
man one : not now, david. what exactly do you mean by rude? and violent?
woman four (julie) : mhh, i went over there a few months ago to open an account. i figured it'd be convenient, since i wasn't too happy about my bank, and this one was near my job and...
man one : shutting her up · ...no offense, but we don't need your life story.
woman four (julie) : right, sorry. anyway, i went in, and the receptionist told me to leave, because i wasn't a client. then i told her that's precisely why i came in, but she told me they didn't take any new client.
man two (david) : isn't that the all point of a bank, to get richer?
woman four (julie) : exactly what i said! but she told me it was none of my business. then she called security on me.
man one : what?!
woman four (julie) : yep! then two huge men came out of nowhere and "escorted me" out. so you see : rude.
man one : fuck!
woman four (julie) : yep, so you really shouldn't go.
man one : we'll take our chances.
man two (david) : you will. i'm going home.
man one : are you kidding me? you really are going to abandon me?!
man two (david) : yep. i am done with your foolish plans.
man one : wow ; it hurts. why does it hurt so much? mhh... i guess it's because you just SHOVED A GIANT KNIFE DOWN MY BACK.
woman four (julie) : ehm... right. i guess i'll leave you to it then, fellows. good luck in your research.
man one : thanks.
man two (david) : and also thank you for the muffins.
woman four (julie) : you're welcome. bye then... WAIT! i forgot to tell you something. my boss, he told me to warn you about...
man one : about?
woman four (julie) : i can't remember. something about food i think.
man one : if it's about the milk possibly carrying diseases, we were already told.
woman four (julie) : i don't think that was it.
man two (david) : maybe their pastries are bad. maybe that is why they’re broke.
man one : broken, not broke. you buffoon.
woman four (julie) : anyway, be careful. he seemed worried for you guys.
man one : alright, we will. bye. whispering · yeah, he seemed worried sick when he pulled a gun on us.
man two (david) : so... can i have the key?
man one : fuck no! they said it might open something else!
man two (david) : how am i supposed to go home?!
man one : you're not! you're supposed to follow me blindly ; like you always do!
man two (david) : well, when you put it like that. gives him the finger
man one : fine. i didn't want to use this but i guess you leave me no choice : you owe me.
man two (david) : what?! what for?
man one : the money i spent on you today!
man two (david) : what money? the sandwich was the deal for me to accompany you. and the muffin was a gift, kind of. i don't owe you shite.
man one : what about the cab money?
man two (david) : you're going to collect on £1.30?
man one : i'm afraid so.
man two (david) : ... you realize you're going to hell?
scene four – in the entrance hall of a bank
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woman five : ah, mister Robeman! What’s that smell ?
man one (Robeman again) : piss. his. moving on.
woman five : right... anyway… welcome, sir! we were waiting for you.
man two (david) : what about me?
woman five : what about you?
man two (david) : were you not waiting for me?
woman five : i don't mean to be rude, but... who are you?
man two (david) : come on! i've been with him the entire day! how do you know him and not me ?
woman five : well, i only know what i was told. and i'm afraid nobody mentioned a sidekick.
man two (david) : i'm not his sidekick! we're equals.
man one (Robeman) : hahaha, yeah sure. wait, you're actually right : you’re not a sidekick : a sidekick is useful. you don't do anything. pissing yourself excepted.
man two (david) : oy! you made me come in here, remember?
man one (Robeman) : and complain. all... the... time.
man two (david) : fine. i am leaving.
man one (Robeman) : oh, don't be such a baby.
woman five : gentlemen, are you finished? we're actually on a pretty tied schedule.
man one (Robeman) : who exactly are you? are you a broken baker?
woman five : no. i'm neither broke nor a baker. i'm a receptionist.
man two (david) : whispering · broken…
man one (Robeman) : yeah, we can see that. but can't you be both?
woman five : ehm. i know this is England and everything, but i've got a full time job – a very well paid job, by the way – so i don't need another one.
man one (Robeman) : awesome. how do you know who i am then?
man eight : because i told her you'd probably be wearing a robe, which you are. thank you mary, that will be all. you can go home now.
man two (david) : it's not even three! what kind of a business is this?
man eight : private banking.
man two (david) : hilarious...
man one (Robeman) : mhh, it was a pretty decent joke, to be honest. anyways, are YOU a broken baker?
man eight : no. but the guild is a client. several, in fact. and they opened an account in your name as well. well, not exactly your name, since i suppose you're not legally named Robeman.
man one (Robeman) : if you don't have my actual name, how is this even remotely legal?
man eight : it isn't. we're criminals.
man two (david) : well, that's honest.
man eight : do you have your key, mister Robeman.
man one (Robeman) : stop it with the mister bullshit. "mister Robeman" would be my dad ; and he is an asshole. just call me Robeman.
man eight : ... as you wish. do you have your key, Robeman?
man one (Robeman) : i do. although it was soaked in milk, so it might not work.
man two (david) : of course it will. we closed the door with it, remember?
man one (Robeman) : right. forgot about that.
man two (david) : and how would some milk destroy a key?
man one (Robeman) : you said it might have been poisoned!
man two (david) : why would poison ruin a key?
man one (Robeman) : i don't know, david. shut up. i don't know anything about poison. and i'm pretty sure you don't either, so stop behaving like a know-it-all. you know pretty much nothing. except how to piss yourself, which is quite an useless skill…
man two (david) : i know waaay more things than you, idiot. and i...
man eight : shutting him up · …GENTLEMEN! could you PLEASE stop these childish arguments and follow me?
man one (Robeman) : right. sorry. let's go.
man two (david) : wait. whispering · mate, something is clearly off here. this guy just admitted he was a criminal. we should leave!
man one (Robeman) : grow a pair, dude ; we'll be fine.
man two (david) : great, i'm reassured now. oh, wait, no i'm not, since you have absolutely zero idea of what's coming.
man eight : whispering · he really doesn't...
man one (Robeman) : what did you just say?
man eight : nothing important. opening a highly reinforced door · here we are : the vault room.
man two (david) : are you sure you want to go in there?
man one (Robeman) : are you sure you're not a giant pussy?
scene five – in a bank vault room
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man one (Robeman) : holy shit! this place is huge.
man eight : well, we've got a lot to store. in case you don't know, criminal banking is very popular amongst rich people.
man one (Robeman) : okay, maybe it's none of my business, but i don't think you should broadcast your criminal activities endeavors to strangers.
man eight : we don't. you're a client of ours, Robeman ; don't you forget it. anyway, here we are : vault 317. may i have your key, please?
man one (Robeman) : here you go. and i'm not one of your clients. the broken bakers are.
man eight : well, they're clients as well. inserting the key into the vault · but them paying for your account doesn't change the fact you're a now a client. a member, if you will.
man one (Robeman) : mhh, fine. weird but okay. what's that noise?
man eight : it's unlocking.
man one (Robeman) : what do you mean?
man eight : we use the latest technologies to ensure complete safety over our clients belongings. hence, our vaults take a while to unlock.
man one (Robeman) : how long is a while exactly?
man eight : about two or three minutes.
man two (david) : THREE MINUTES?! just to unlock?
man eight : yes. would you like some tea while you await?
man one (Robeman) : tea sounds good.
man two (david) : no thanks. i hate tea.
man eight : anything else?
man one (Robeman) : you don't like tea?!
man two (david) : tea is disgusting. i will take a soda. and a muffin if you have one.
man one (Robeman) : you just had one! and also, you might be the only Brit’ in the whole kingdom that doesn't drink tea! i mean, aren't you people breastfed with tea?
man two (david) : you realize breastfeeding does not work like some sort of a vending machine where you get to decide what drink you want your baby to have, right? it's pretty much milk or nothing. and sometimes blood, if your baby...
man one (Robeman) : shutting him up · ...shut up, david. i'm not that ignorant. plus, what you ingest always ends up in your milk. that’s why you shouldn’t do heroin and stuff whilst breastfeeding.
man two (david) : yes, that’s the reason...
man one (Robeman) : point it : you were wrong.
man two (david) : no i was not!
man eight : still arguing i see, gentlemen.
man one (Robeman) : yeah, we do that a lot.
man eight : here are your beverages ; and your muffin.
man two (david) : awesome!
man eight : what was that about breast milk?
man one (Robeman) : nothing important, really. but speaking of milk : you wouldn't happen to have 1% milk, would you?
man eight : i'm afraid not.
man one (Robeman) : shit. this tea is pretty delicious though.
man two (david) : that soda isn't so bad either.
man eight : and how do you like your muffin?
man one (Robeman) : meh. i’ve had better. today, even.
man eight : i'm sorry to hear that.
man one (Robeman) : don't mind him. he is awfully picky about food.
clicking sound
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man eight : sounds like your vault is unlocked. i'll give you some privacy.
man one (Robeman) : good. we might finally find out what the hell is going on. opening the vault · oh, for fuck's sake...
man two (david) : what? what's inside?
man one (Robeman) : yet another puzzle.
man two (david) : could you be a little bit more specific?
man one (Robeman) : some kind of casino token. with a really odd smiley in the middle.
man two (david) : can i see?
man one (Robeman) : knock yourself out. rings any bells?
man two (david) : mhh, no. never seen that symbol before. doesn't look like any stupid emojis people use nowadays.
man one (Robeman) : hooray! will the shenanigans ever stop with these people?
man two (david) : what do we do now?
man one (Robeman) : we go home. fuck them ; i'm done.
man two (david) : finally! you're being reasonable.
man one (Robeman) : yeah. put the chip in your pocket, so the banker doesn't see it. then let's leave this shithole.
man two (david) : right. let’s... wait. i feel kind of dizzy.
man one (Robeman) : well, maybe if you stopped eating as much as a pig...
man two (david) : oy!
man one (Robeman) : i mean, no offense, but two muffins in ten minutes... are you afraid of losing weight or something?
man two (david) : not now with the fat jokes, mate. i feel very bad.
man one (Robeman) : shit, i feel dizzy too, now.
man two (david) : ah!
man one (Robeman) : you don't think that's what the baker told that julie chick to warn us about?
man two (david) : probably yes.
man one (Robeman) : so... what do you think, sleeping pills or... poison?
scene six – in a hotel room
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man one (Robeman) : wake up!
man two (david) : mhh?
man one (Robeman) : wake the fuck up, you idiot!
man two (david) : yawning · what? where are we?
man one (Robeman) : fuck if i know.
man two (david) : it's surprisingly clean out here. and so are my pants! they’ve been washed!
man one (Robeman) : well, good. you stank. looks like a hotel room. are you attached too?
man two (david) : i am.
man one (Robeman) : shit. why are we here?
man two (david) : dunno. i just remember the vault room, then...
man one (Robeman) : the tea! that fucking tea!
man two (david) : i told you it was a trap.
man one (Robeman) : shut up, david. now is not the time to play the blame game.
man two (david) : you only say that because, once again, it's all your fault!
man one (Robeman) : what do you mean, once again?
man two (david) : let's see... first, we got lost because you absolutely wanted 1% milk. then, we got dragged into some kind of Super-Hero club because you bullshitted the guard ; an event, need i remind you, that lead us to having our door replaced by some gangsters. also, you provoked a man that was pointing a gun at us. and finally, you dragged us into that stupid vault room despite my warnings not to.
man one (Robeman) : i don't remember you objecting to any of these things. well, except for the vault one.
man two (david) : then you've got the shittiest memory.
man one (Robeman) : nah, just a selective one.
man nine : coming out of the hotel bathroom · gentlemen, i'm sorry to interrupt this lovely chat of yours, but i must correct something here : we are not gangsters.
man one (Robeman) : whao! who the fuck are you?! are you Doorman?
man nine : i beg your pardon?
man one (Robeman) : are you deaf? i asked if you were that Doorman asshole.
man nine : i'm afraid i'm not a doorman, no. i'm a baker. a broken baker.
man two (david) : “a” doorman? do you even know who Doorman is?
man nine : well, i don't mean to sound elitist, but i rarely speak to such people.
man one (Robeman) : are you telling me Doorman is NOT a member of your guild?!
man nine : there is no broken baker of that name, no.
man one (Robeman) : then why the shit did you people replace my fucking door?!
man two (david) : OUR "fucking door"...
man one (Robeman) : quit it with the insecurities already, goddammit! we've got more important fishes to fry. like, again, why the shit did you replace my fucking door?!
man two (david) : whispering · fish...
man nine : to get your attention mister Robeman, obviously. and, also, to get you here.
man one (Robeman) : couldn't you just give me a call?
man two (david) : your phone is always out...
man one (Robeman) : why change my door? why make me go to that weird bank? what's with all the shenanigans?
man nine : the black door is our signature.
man two (david) : shouldn't it be a pastry of some kind?
man one (Robeman) : always with the food...
man two (david) : they're called the "broken bakers", you asshole! it would make sense! to the broken baker · now let me ask you a question, sir : why him?
man nine : what do you mean?
man two (david) : you said you did all this to get HIM here. why him?
man one (Robeman) : that's actually an excellent question, Fatboy. what do you want with me?
man nine : i apologize, but I really do not know what you did, and why that brought us here. see, i'm just a messenger.
man one (Robeman) : ... are you kidding me? another mystery? this is the worst day ever!
man two (switching back to Fatboy) : i agree, it's getting annoying.
man nine : yes, we would like to apologize for the inconvenience.
man one (Robeman) : "for the inconvenience"? we've been drugged and kidnapped! and we don't even know why! who are the broken bakers? what's with the criminal bank? or with the weird token?
man nine : i am afraid i cannot give you any answers. as i said, i'm just here to deliver a message.
man one (Robeman) : fine! what's your message then, messenger?
man nine : oh it's simple, really : give it up.
man one (Robeman) : what?
man nine : your quest. whatever it is you’re doing. give it up. you're getting into something way bigger than yourself, mister Robeman. just renounce.
man one (Robeman) : what, getting milk? i wouldn't call it a quest, per say. it's barely even an adventure.
man nine : you know DAMN WELL what i'm speaking of! clearing his throat · pardon my french. i got carried away. it was improper.
man one (Robeman) : if you ain't talking about the 1% milk, i know jackshit about what you're referring to.
man nine : do not lie to us, mister Robeman. you obviously are doing something to interfere with Green. otherwise, i wouldn’t be here.
man two (Fatboy) : whatever it is, he won't do it anymore ; i'll make sure of it. can we go now?
man nine : as long as you can certify you'll renounce to your quest.
man two (Fatboy) : i just did!
man nine : no offense – mister Fatboy, was it? or was it mister david? – but i need to hear it from mister Robeman himself.
man one (Robeman) : fine! we'll back off ; we'll stop our "quest". but it would be much easier to do so if we knew what that quest was… why didn’t they send someone who knew what we have to stop doing? that’s ludicrous! anyways, i promise, i’ll stop. i won’t do shit, except go home. now can you untie me? i've got to take a shit.
man nine : lovely. will you behave if i do?
man one (Robeman) : unless you try and stop me, we should be fine. after all, you're "just the messenger"...
man nine : detaching them · excellent.
man two (Fatboy) : d'you mind if i help myself with the minifridge?
scene seven – in a hotel lift
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man one : should we try to follow him? he might lead us to the broken bakers.
man two (david yet again, but you got how this works by now) : yes, of course we should ; what a brilliant idea! let's follow the man that specifically just told us not to try anything! let's get murdered!
man one : i know it's stupid, but wouldn't you like to find out what in the name of fuck is all of this about?
man two (david) : no! curiosity is what lead us here! with guns pointed at us!
man one : it was only one gun...
man two (david) : one was plenty enough! and what about the fact that we then got drugged, attached and had our lives threatened yet again! no mate, i'm done with curiosity. i just want to go home.
man one : what about the door, the weird key, the token, the milk? how do they even know about the 1% milk, dude? and what about the fact they know where we live, and have access to our apartment?
man two (david) : mr. moustafa will have the door replaced... which solves pretty much everything.
man one : he hates our guts! you said it yourself. and you were right, for once. i especially remember because it's such a rare occurrence.
man two (david) : he'll have it removed because he'll hate it! and he probably has to. there are rules for these kind of things, i think. the only part that sucks is that he will make us pay for the new one.
man one : that all may be true, but they still know where we live.
man two (david) : he said they wouldn't do anything if we backed off. so let's back off!
man one : we didn't do shit in the first place and they still kidnapped us!
man two (david) : but that's the thing though, we DID do something! we went into that weird cave ; we then went looking for the broken bakers ; we finally went into the flower bank vault room.
man one : so? none of that was done against any of these people. and to be fair, most of it occurred because THEY replaced our beautiful door with their shitty "signature" black door. we're not to blame in this story, they are.
man two (david) : be that as it may, they threatened our lives! i am done! this is serious shite!
man one : quit being a fucking wuss all the time, david. now shut up, and listen for once : the only reason this is all happening is because that fucker Robeman – the real one i mean – must obviously be bothering these assholes somehow. so shit will keep happening until he decides otherwise.
man two (david) : ... fine, so let's find HIM then. not THEM.
man one : what for?
man two (david) : to tell him to stop whatever he is doing ; and to warn him that they're on to him.
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elevator door opening
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man one : well, not really. they think i'm him.
man ten : yes. how foolish of them..?
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