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Episode published on Sunday 12th of November, 2017.
I've been a massive fan of James Bond for years so it was always a plan to have an organisation heavily based on Bond's primary antagonists in the Detuluxverse. However, it would be really self-indulgent of me to break down the etymology of how I came up with Grünveldt's name based on his James Bond counterpart so knock yourself out if you want to have a stab at that one!
Tagged:
Ben Nevis,
The Captain,
Kunz Cruci Grunveldt,
Lenny the Driver,
Location - Consortium Meeting Warehouse,
Max Valerion,
Number Zwei,
W.R.A.I.T.H.
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Transcript
Title - 120: "The Consortium"
Subtitle - iii. "Mr. Grünveldt"
(The sun is setting as Pain's limo parks up between two black limousines at a warehouse complex. The Captain and the elite henchmen emerge from the limo, followed dramatically by Pain who is wearing aviator sunglasses. He notes the car park is full of various criminal transport - armoured SUVs, black cars, other limos, a weird blue hover vehicle and an RV with legs and a moustache. Black helicopters are parked on rooftops. A few men with guns can also be seen stood guarding the rooftops. Pain removes his aviators and puts on his regular glasses. He is unimpressed by the sight of this obvious criminal gathering.)
Pain: Subtle, guys. Real subtle.
(Approaching the front door of the warehouse with his entourage, he sees another entourage coming the other way, also towards the door. This one consists of men in brightly-coloured orange jumpsuits. The two groups stop in front of each other. Pain folds his arms.)
Pain: Go on then, who's hiding behind all that muscle? Anyone I know?
(Some of the muscle shuffles sideways, revealing a very short bald man with two scars, one next to each eye. He's stroking a tabby cat with a diamond collar and his is wearing a green neru suit. Stood next to him is a man with greying temples wearing an eyepatch and a brown suit.)
Narrator: Kunz Cruci Grünveldt, Head of W.R.A.I.T.H.
Pain: Ha! Kunz Cruci Grünveldt. What brings you all the way out here?
Grünveldt: Mr. Pain...my favourite third-rate gun junker.
Pain: I've been called a lot of things before but that's a new one on me!
Grünveldt: Hmm. Somehow I doubt that the Consortium is going to appreciate independent traders turning up to a private event and "working the floor" for business, so to say.
Pain: Actually, I was invited.
Grünveldt: Really? Had I known that the quality of applicants for this "Consortium" was going to be so poor, I probably would not have bothered attending.
Pain: I'm flattered. Seriously, though, you already run a coalition of criminal enterprises, so why sign up with another?
Grünveldt: I believe the old adage is "keep your friends close"-
(Interrupting Grünveldt, Pain winks and gives a thumbs up.)
Pain: -and keep the competition closer so you can keep an eye on the bastards, right.
Grünveldt: If you'll excuse us, Pain. I must head inside and hopefully salvage this excursion via conversation with a slightly higher class of criminal. I can't waste all day conversing with Eurotrash.
(As Grünveldt walks away, Pain calls out to him, hands either side of his mouth to project his voice.)
Pain: Yeah, up yours too, you shortarse slaphead!
(Pain leans in towards the Captain, arms crossed. The Detulux group watches as the W.R.A.I.T.H. group enters the warehouse, which has a sign over the door with the stylised "CONSORTIUM" logo. Two bald guards in black suits and sunglasses either side of the door watches the group enter.)
Pain: He's just jealous because I've got a white cat and he's only got a tomcat. What a complete Kunz.
