Pasquale Bistro wiretap (MCU4735119)
Man A and B are Romeo and Stevie
Pasquale is likely the chef with the French accent. (Have to confirm it's the guy with the same accent in Gotham Tonight..) Man C and D are likely goons from a rival gang, but probably have connections with the Joker. [static] [Dinnerware rattling throughout, as if recorded by the kitchen] Pasquale : Jenny! Jenny! Why is every American girl named Jenny? [Door opens] A: Hello, gentlemen! Pasquale: (ignoring them) What a silly name! Silly name in a silly country! Waitress: We just had twelve of the fillets! B: Hey, we're here for the envelope, man! Waitress: We need one pistachio lamb and one pan scallop! B: Are you listening? [background chatter - "...here this morning!"] A: I don't think you're listenin'! Pasquale: Who taught you to saute a pork zat way? [background chatter - "Are these hot potatoes?] A: Who needs this? [background chatter - "..whisky!" "...ridiculous!" "We have another special.."] Pasquale: This is bull! You are not making a 'amburger! [background chatter - "...take it easy, nobody speaks up."] B: Ehhh, do what the boss wants. Pasquale: You take, I give! Such is life! [pan sizzles] Pasquale: Are you trying to cook zat or cremate it?! A: (as if on phone) Yeah, Maroni and the boss just called a truce. They're workin' together now. B: Eh, screw this! [knocking a pan] Hello, hello? We're lookin' for an envelope we left here. Customer: We're here for our take-out. [door slams open, footsteps] B: What the hell is this?! [guns cock] C: You don't know? A: Know what? D: It's baseball season! A: NO! [bat slams, sickening crunch] Woman: Oh my God! [body slams] C: Let's wrap that order, boys! [ripping sound] D: What a pair of zeros! [slam] A: What is this? We got a truce! D: [mockingly] Ohh, a truce! A truce? Oh! A truce! Well, we are so sorry! Gosh, a truce - well! That changes everything! [another slam, dinnerware shatters] C: Okay, let's get 'em outta here. [bodies heard dragging on the floor] [static] [end] |