The scene fades in onto the sidewalk outside Locanda Verde. Along the bottom of the screen the words ‘Roughly an hour later’ flash up for a few seconds, before vanishing. Stepping into view a few moments later, are the two von Richtoven brothers, Hans in front, holding the door open for his brother, manila folder clasped under the other arm, saying words that cause the younger of the two siblings to tilt his head back with laughter.
Rocking his head from side to side as a wide grin splits his face, Heinrich waits on his brother, as he keeps the door open for an elderly couple following them out; both of them then moving off down the street and towards the camera together.
(Heinrich): … can’t believe she let you get away with it?
(Hans): It’s true. *Laughs* I can’t believe it either, but she did!
(Heinrich): Hah, it’s like that time back when we were with Christoff and Uli, and you…
He tears up with laughter, his brother soon following suit as the memories come to him; causing other people on the sidewalk to glance at them as they pass by.
The laughter dims, and eventually is nothing more than a chuckle coming from Heinrich’s throat. He turns his head to face his brother, stepping in closer.
(Heinrich): Remind me to phone the pair of them later would you? Been far too long since we all last had a get together!
(Hans): Be good to see them again, that’s for sure!
They take a left at the corner.
(Heinrich): So what was it you were asking back there, before we got onto, y’know…?
(Hans): Oh that! I was asking how your nose was…
A confused expression ghosts across Heinrich’s face.
(Heinrich): How’d we get onto what we were just talking about from that then?
(Hans): Because I said you’d soon have a nose like Gene Simmons…
(Heinrich): *Laughs* Ah, jah, that was it.
He snickers with amusement, before prodding his brother in the ribs with his elbow.
(Heinrich): Careful now, you don’t want to give the people who made that Facebook page about you hating Jews anymore ammunition…
Again, laughter erupts from them.
(Hans): So where to from here? Are you coming to the gym with me?
(Heinrich): *Sighs* I really should… yeah, fine… I’ll do it.
(Hans): Good, I’ve got a few pointers in mind that you’ll find useful.
(Heinrich): Wish I could do the same in return.
(Hans): And you can. Ronnie, I know like the back of my hand, and Talon’s still recent enough in my mind that I should be able to cover off against most things, but it never hurts to have a second pair of eyes.
(Heinrich): I suppose.
(Hans): Oh cheer up. Besides, the pointers I’ve got are really only for Logan. Aside from that fireball, and cheapshot to your…
He holds up his thumb and index finger, and moves them closer together as he continues.
(Hans): … now even smaller dick, you had his measure.
(Heinrich): Danke!
He thumps his brother on the arm, all the while the mirth in his voice becoming clear.
(Heinrich): Aside from that last bit of course.
(Hans): If you want, after we’ve hit the gym, we can speak to the people that make your shorts about getting some extra padding around the groin area.
(Heinrich): *Snorts* Probably a good idea… think they’d be able to do it before this match I’ve got?
(Hans): You never know.
They fall silent for a few moments, as they come to halt, waiting for the flashing lights across the street from them to green. Soon enough, it does, and they move off.
(Heinrich): Seriously though, he must have steel caps in those boots of his or something…
(Hans): Wouldn’t put it past him; he can’t win straight up… and no doubt hearing that will send him into some rage or something…
He breaks off, chucking with laughter.
(Heinrich): Where is it you’re parked again?
(Hans): Just round here.
He gestures ahead.
(Hans): Not far.
(Heinrich): You going to give your friend a call about what’s in that folder?
Hans mulls it over, lips pursed.
(Heinrich): The quicker we get things started, the better.
(Hans): True…
The turn the corner, heading towards a row of parked cars at street side.
(Hans): I’ll give him a call once we’re at the gym, see what else he’s found.
Now at the row of cars, Hans’ white BMW X6 comes into view, further down, at the end of the line. Reaching into his pocket for the keys, Hans glances at his brother.
(Hans): Should be about twenty minutes to your place. You got everything packed and ready to grab?
(Heinrich): Jah, it’s all sittin…
Hans at this point pulls out the car keys, and thumbs the keyless lock to the car. The indicator and side lights flash three times in rapid succession at this, signifying the locks have disengaged… only for a violent explosion to then rip through the BMW, throwing both brothers and the cameraman to the ground.
There is little sound for the next few seconds aside from the patter of small debris raining down onto the sidewalk besides the camera, and groans from the two brothers. Soon enough, loud screams and cries come from others, either coming across the scene, or having been close by at the time of the explosion.
The camera; a crack running right through the lens, is gingerly picked up, and swung onto the scene, the burning wreckage of the X6 filling the screen, before it swings down onto the two brothers, Heinrich groggily getting to his feet, while Hans brushes the smoking embers off the manila folder; still lying on the ground.
(Heinrich): Scheiße!
He looks down at his brother, up at the burning wreck, and then back down.
(Heinrich): That was for us!
(Hans): Nein, it was for this…
He nods his head at the folder, as he accepts his brothers outstretched hand to pull himself to his feet.
The scene slowly fades out to black.
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