The scene fades back in to a now familiar scene of the interior of the villa complex that the von Richtoven brothers have rented for the duration of their stay in Australia.

Now dressed casually in a VfC Stuttgart home strip, and a pair of loose cargo pants, Heinrich is currently settled back onto one of the tan coloured leather loungers, alternating between sipping slowly on a chilled glass of orange juice, and throwing back several pills prescribed to him the day previously by the HWA on-site doctor. The bandages

Swallowing the last one, a small shudder of revulsion courses through him, as his tongue slides over his top front teeth, but under the lip, forcing himself to hold them down.

The camera pans around as his brother enters the room, the German national home kit adorning his upper torso, while a pair of ¾ length shorts cover his lower half. Clasped by it's neck in his left hand is a bottle of Peroni, swinging gently in time with his footfalls as he crosses over to the lounger across from his brother.

(Hans): Taking your medicine I see.

The mild look of revulsion remains on his brothers features, as he picks up one of the small bottles, casting a disapproving eye across the various warnings and dosage instructions written on it.

(Heinrich): I wouldn't go as far as to call it 'medicine'…

Hans snorts with amusement, before taking a slug of Peroni.

(Hans): Well regardless of your thoughts on the matter. It's the doctors orders.

(Heinrich): Well I'd have to question the good doctor's ethics in this case…

He lobs the small medication bottle he's holding across the short distance to his brother, who catches it deftly in his free hand.

(Heinrich): Take a look at what the side effects are for that lot alone.

Hans runs his eye across the list of potential side effects, his lips moving as his voice them under his breath. He stops midway through the list, an appraising eyebrow arching up as his gaze moves up to rest on his brother, a low whistle escaping his lips.

(Hans): Unlucky…

Hans lobs the small medicinal bottle back to his brother, who then places it besides the trio of other bottles, an audible sigh escaping him as he does so.

(Hans): Give it a day or two and you'll be back to normal.

(Heinrich): I hope so. My head still feels like I've had a herd of animals trampling back and forth on it though, even with these pills.

(Hans): Well provided you don't do anything to antagonize the symptoms, they'll recede soon enough. Have faith Heinrich, the X-rays came back fine… *Smirks* Well, as fine as they'll ever be when you’re the subject…

(Heinrich): Ha-bloody-ha.

Despite the retort, a small flicker of amusement passes across Heinrich's features.

(Hans): Look, if it makes you feel better, I'll take you back up the hospital and you can have all the attention and fawning over you desire.

Heinrich stretches out, a slight self satisfied look on his face at hearing this.

(Heinrich): Always had a thing for Australian accented portion of the fairer sex…

He wags the index finger of his right hand towards his brother though, sitting up as he does so, before gesturing with his head towards the large flat screen TV in the corner of the room.

(Heinrich): Before you do that though, you have to see the promo that TNT put out while you were on your run. It's just… it's…

He flops back into the lounger, grinning widely.

(Heinrich): Words fail me.

Hans stares at his brother, slowly raising the bottle up to his lips to take a sip, watching his brother's grin grow into a full blown smile.

(Hans): In a good way, or in a bad way?

(Heinrich): Oh don't ask me that. Just watch it. Please.

Hans rolls his eyes before nodding his assent. With a cackle-like laugh, Heinrich picks up the remote next to him, and thumbs on the TV. Going down the list of various recorded programs and promos, he selects TNT's latest. Hans turns his lounger to face the TV, draining the bottle of Peroni before settling it onto the wooden floor underneath the lounger.

As TNT's short promo airs, Hans' reaction alternates between mocking laughter and incredulous silence. He swivels his chair back to it's original position, shaking his head in disbelief.

He slowly gets to his feet, picking up the empty bottle. Heinrich leans back once more in his lounger as Hans takes a few steps towards him, the smile still on his face.

(Heinrich): Words fail you too?

Hans folds his arms over his chest, glancing back at the TV for a brief moment before responding.

(Hans): Just goes to show that a bunch of inept terrorists should never attempt comedy…

He shakes his head a final time, walking out the room, continuing to speak to his brother.

(Hans): Right, I'm going to start making lunch. If you still want to go up to the hospital, then I'll take you once you've had something to eat. Sound ok?

(Heinrich): That sounds perfect Hans.

Heinrich waits until his brother's footsteps recede further, before adding.

(Heinrich): The hospital part I mean. Your cooking still leaves a lot to be desired…

Hans' footsteps halt almost immediately, as a forced laugh floats down the corridor. Muffled by the walls, Hans' voice then follow…

(Hans): Never upset the cook Heinrich…

Heinrich chortles with amusement, as he shuts off the TV with the remote, before closing his eyes and leaning back into the lounger, arms folding behind his head as the scene fades to black.