*At an anonymous dokter's office in an anonymous city.
Mr. Davis, what can I help you with?
Excuse me?
Could you repeat yourself a bit more clearly, please?
Your lung?
And why would I do that?
Ooooh, Pirelli sent you here. Why didn't you say so immediately?
Your lungs are in good condition?
Did you ever smoke?
No illnesses of any kind?
Good.. that's all I needed to know.
You'll get paid at delivery, don't worrie about that.
5000..
Take it or leave it, I don't care.
If you rather think about it for some time longer..
You're absolutely right, sometimes a man must make sacrifices in order to take care of his family.
If everything goes as it should, which it does 95% of the time, you'll be up and about in a day or six. With few to no side effects. At least nothing to be worried about..
Pain, of course, and some discomfort breathing. I'll perscribe you something for the pain, and the discomfort will gradually disappear on it's own.
Now, the practical side, it goes like this; In a day or two my secretary will give you a call. When she does, do exactly as you're told and for your own sake; don't be late.
Mr. Davis, I'll see you in a few days.
Save your gratitude for Pirelli, he did you the favor, not me.
Goodbye Mr. Davis.
Could you close the door behind you on your way out, please? Thank you.
Dumb bastard..
Miss Romero!?
*Secretary walks in
Could you call Mr; Pirelli for me please, tell him I recieved the spare parts. And tell him not to worrie, Davis won't walk out of here again.