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J.R.: I’ll bet you are. It can’t be easy robbing innocent people and being caught. Shit, that’s a job I wouldn’t want to have.
ELMAR: We didn’t mean —
J.R.: — heard it last night.
J.R. heads to the kitchen and begins frying up some bacon.
J.R.: I need to know the solution here, you wronged my girlfriend and I. How do you make this right? Suggestions?
DAVID: Whatever you need —
J.R.: — ’cause when Karen gets up, trust me, Mr. Nice Guy dies. I’m a bastard then. Fuck reason, if she wants me to whatever I will.
ELMAR: What do you want us to do?
J.R. looks inside a cupboard and finds various healthy teas and flu remedies.
J.R.: (still looking in his cupboards, casual) I want to hear everything. David, want some of that lemon remedy or whatever that people drink to get over flu’s and cold’s?
DAVID: Shit, please, yes!
J.R. puts on the kettle.
ELMAR: Got any painkillers?
J.R.: Advil do?
He grabs an Advil.
ELMAR: Three would be amazing.
J.R. grabs two more and confronts the two.
J.R.: It’s conditional fellas. Why us?
He forces the pills into Elmar’s mouth, who swallows as they hit his tongue.
ELMAR: Thank you!
DAVID: It’s complicated.
J.R.: Yeah, how?
DAVID: We didn’t target you.
J.R.: No, we randomly won the robbery prize draw?
DAVID: No, but —
J.R.: We’re on the second floor building of a good area. How in the fuck are we vulnerable?
ELMAR: We don’t do this often.
J.R.: What’s “not often”? Third Sunday of every month?
The kettle goes off, the water has boiled. J.R. heads back to the kitchen, rips open the sachet and comes back with an aromatic cup of Neo-citron.
J.R.: I asked, “So”?
DAVID: This was… No…
J.R. places a book on David’s lap, then puts the steaming cup on top of that. David tries to inhale the drink’s steam.
DAVID: Thank you.
J.R.: Be careful balancing.
ELMAR: Look, all bullshit aside. This was a huge mistake.
J.R.: Who called you just then?
ELMAR: I don’t know —
J.R.: — who’s normally your “blocked number”?
ELMAR: How would I know?
J.R.: I can usually narrow most blocked numbers that call me down to two or three possibilities. They rang you four times over the past 12 hours. [beat] This person hung up as soon as they answered. Why?
David mumbles something.
J.R.: What was that?
The aroma of the bacon is torture, it’s enveloping the entire room.
J.R. heads towards it.
J.R.: Boys! Smells amazing doesn’t it.
He flips the rashers in the pan.
J.R.: I don’t want this to end badly for you. But it can, you know.
ELMAR: Why don’t we make a deal?
The sound of the bacon crackling is almost too loud to hear over.
DAVID: [curious and shocked] What? [beat] What did you have in mind then El?
J.R.: [fussing over the bacon] Yeah, what are you thinking?
ELMAR: [to David, quietly] She hasn’t shown up or brought help, I say we tell him.
DAVID: He’ll kill her.
ELMAR: Rather her than me, this wasn’t part of the plan.
J.R.: I’m not hearing anything. Speak up friends.
ELMAR: Nah, I’m getting out of this right now.
Karen walks in the room, amazed at what’s going on.