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ObMod Smoking Kills 2

ObMod: Smoking Kills 2

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Location

  • Old Gotham, Gotham City, NJ
  • August 22nd 2017, 2052 Local Time

VOX Archive

  • Vesper Fairchild: [knock, knock, door opens, sigh] Who the hell are you?
  • Tot Rodor: Your driver.
  • Vesper Fairchild: Where's Doug?
  • Tot Rodor: His day off.
  • Vesper Fairchild: No, it's not.
  • Tot Rodor: Yes, it is. You know it is. You're testing me...
  • Vesper Fairchild: [scoff] Fine... Where's Kelley?
  • Tot Rodor: Medical emergency.
  • Vesper Fairchild: [sigh] What kind of medical emergency?
  • Tot Rodor: Food poisoning by the sound of it... Sorry, but are you ready to go?
  • Vesper Fairchild: [scoff] In a hurry?
  • Tot Rodor: Yes. I have specific instructions from your husband that you're not to be late for this meeting.
  • Vesper Fairchild: [scoff] My husband? Seriously? The mayor of Gotham took five minutes out of his day to tell a taxi driver dressed like a chauffeur that?
  • Tot Rodor: [pause, deep breath, sigh] His office delivered the message. Still, it sounded urgent...
  • Vesper Fairchild: [sigh] Very well. [heeled footsteps] Well? You coming or what?
  • Tot Rodor: [door closes] [under breath:] Don't push her down the elevator shaft. Don't push her down the elevator shaft...
  • Vesper Fairchild: Did you say something?
  • Tot Rodor: [limping footsteps, beep] No, ma'am.
  • Vesper Fairchild: [elevator whirring] Huh... So what's your name?
  • Tot Rodor: [chime, elevator door opens] Steve... After you.
  • Vesper Fairchild: [heeled footsteps] Hurry up, Steve. I haven't got all day.
  • Tot Rodor: [limping footsteps, sigh, click, elevator door closes, elevator whirring] Sorry, ma'am...
  • Vesper Fairchild: God, I am starving. I could kill for some escargot right about now. [elevator whirring] Do you like escargot, Steve?
  • Tot Rodor: [elevator whirring] Excuse me?
  • Vesper Fairchild: [elevator whirring] Do. You. Eat. Escargot? It's-
  • Tot Rodor: Yeah... Yeah. I know what it is. [elevator whirring]
  • Vesper Fairchild: elevator whirring] Have you tried it?
  • Tot Rodor: [elevator whirring] I have...
  • Vesper Fairchild: [elevator whirring] And? Do you enjoy it?
  • Tot Rodor: [elevator whirring, chuckle] Eh, not much... but I'll eat a sewer rat if you cook it long enough.
  • Vesper Fairchild: [elevator whirring, scoff] Gross...
  • Tot Rodor: [elevator whirring, chuckle] Yeah, it is... not recommended.
  • Vesper Fairchild: [elevator whirring stops, chime, elevator doors open, scoff] Just... don't talk anymore... [heeled footsteps]
  • Tot Rodor: [limping footsteps, chuckle] My pleasure...
  • Vesper Fairchild: [heeled footsteps] Raul? I'm going out. Teresa is cleaning upstairs... Here's a five. Let me know if she tries to sneak off early again, will you? Well?
  • Tot Rodor: [limping footsteps] What?
  • Vesper Fairchild: [scoff] The door, genius!
  • Tot Rodor: [dry sigh] Are you serious? It's a rotating door... It's automated. Just start walking in a circle and step out when the time comes. It's not difficult.
  • Vesper Fairchild: [scoff] Do you see what I'm wearing, genius?! [angry breath] Do you know how much this gown- No, of course you wouldn't. You bought that off a rack, didn't you? No... the car service gave it to you... Naturally... This is a Freemont special. One of the last gowns she designed before-
  • Tot Rodor: I know who Cheyenne Freemont is... and that's not a Freemont. That's a Richards.
  • Vesper Fairchild: [scoff] What are you talking about? I know the difference between-
  • Tot Rodor: [limping footsteps] See this? It's called a tag. [light plastic snap] See? Richards... Three-fifty-nine, ninety-nine. Well, before clearance prices... Now, what were you saying about buying off the rack? Hmm?
  • Vesper Fairchild: [scoff, stomp, heeled footsteps, rotating door whoosh]
  • Raul: [quiet applause]
  • Tot Rodor: Hmm? Oh, yeah... you're welcome, Raul... Oh, and hey... Here's a hundred. No matter when Teresa leaves, you tell that [expletive] she worked late, yeah?
  • Raul: My pleasure, sir...
  • Tot Rodor: [limping footsteps, rotating door whoosh, limping footsteps, traffic sounds]
  • Vesper Fairchild: I hope you know this is the last day you'll ever work in your life.
  • Tot Rodor: [scoff, limping footsteps, keys jingling] Really smart move. Threaten the guy who has lived a long and full life and is about to operate a large metal box with you inside... [chuckle, click, car door opens] Really smart move...
  • Vesper Fairchild: Hey!
  • Tot Rodor: [groan] What?!
  • Vesper Fairchild: The door...
  • Tot Rodor: [scoff] Open it yourself... [clamber, engine turns over]
  • Vesper Fairchild: [scoff] Are you serious with this?! [car rolls forward, gasp, heeled footsteps, car door opens, heeled footsteps] Okay! Okay! I'm getting in! Stop!
  • Tot Rodor: [light break tap, chuckle]
  • Vesper Fairchild: You're not funny... If this is what this is about, you're not fu- [car door closes, engine revs, tires squeal, startled yelp, thump]
  • Tot Rodor: [click, limp partition raises, click, gas sprayed through vents, light whistling]
  • Vesper Fairchild: [muffled:] Steve! [cough, muffled thumping on partition] Steve! There's something wrong with the vents bac- [cough, thud]
  • Tot Rodor: [chuckle, beep, auto-dial, click] Hey, kid. This is Tot. Fairchild is secured. You're clear to move in. She won't drop in on you. I'll be at Dodds'. [click]

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