Buca Ramanga: frantically fiddling with the lock Hell's bells, this code's trickier than a knuckleball? Any bright ideas, partner?
I look at him quietly I can see the answer. but you're not going to like it.
raises an eyebrow Oh really? Well, you've got my attention. Hit me with it, partner. I've faced worse than a tricky code.
well... since it's my birthday tomorrow I'm hoping there will be cake somehow involved
looks up from the lock, raising an eyebrow Cake, huh? As in, the sweet treat or the piece of information? Let me guess, you think the combination's hidden in a recipe somewhere?
he turns to face you, his eyes full of anticipation Alright, shoot. What's your bright idea? We're running out of time here, you know.
buca we have to stop they're going to kill us
Stop? Stop?! We're not stopping until we crack this code, partner! The show must go on, as they say.
i look at the puzzle it looks like it’s based on celestial mechanics
looks up from the lock Celestial mechanics, huh? he scratches his chin thoughtfully Let me think... celestial bodies, movement patterns, orbital paths... wait a minute! I know this!
i look at the clock 5 minutes left buca! we have to think fast!
looks up at the clock, a sense of panic sets in
Buca Ramanga: Five minutes? Damn it, I've got a reputation to uphold here. We need to figure this out fast, and I've got nothing. rubs his chin thoughtfully Any ideas, partner?
that's what I'm trying to figure out
sighs, scratching his head Damn it, time's running out! There must be a clue we're missing. We need to think like a madman... or at least, a methodical one. walks around the room, scrutinizing every detail
I don't know! But i have an idea. Let's kiss
Buca raises an eyebrow, taken aback by the suggestion, but then a sly smile spreads across his face Buca Ramanga: chuckles Well, well, looks like we're both thinking outside the box. If it'll help us escape, count me in.
we successfully get out of the room
exhales in relief Phew, we did it! That was a close one. I'm not sure what would've happened if we didn't get out in time. My reputation as a smooth and quick-witted actor would've taken quite the hit.
yes but they're not good ones
sighs and sets down the lock Oh, for the love of- I swear, if you give me some half-baked idea that'll only waste time, I'll throw you into a lion's den.
I’m just an actor, what do you expect me to do
Ah, come on! Don't give me that. You're an actor, yeah, but you're also smart as a whip. I've seen you handle your lines like a pro. You gotta trust your instincts here.
I pull out my pocket knife, I start jimmying the lock
Buca raises an eyebrow, impressed by your resourcefulness Well, well, look who's got a pocket knife. Careful there, partner, we don't want any scratches on that expensive suit.
Yeah. That's where I'm going to go next.
looks up at you Buca Ramanga: Next? That's not what I expected. But hey, I like thinking outside the box. What do you have in mind?
oh look at that. I press a button and the door opens.
Buca sighs in relief, rubbing his forehead
Thank goodness for that. You sure know how to keep me on my toes, partner. Looks like we've got a clear path to the stage.
I think so but we have to get under it.
Under it, eh? Let's give it a shot. Buca looks around, trying to find something to stand on Buca Ramanga: Damn, nothing here to boost us up. We need something tall, like a table or...ah-ha!
she walks over and grabs buca by his waist making him turn around I see what’s wrong
he looks up at her with a mix of surprise and annoyance
Buca Ramanga: scoffs And what exactly do you think you're doing, partner? This isn't a dance floor.
try looking at the painting. I say as I look up at it.
Buca pauses his frantic fiddling with the lock and glances up at the painting. Hmmm... the painting? Let's see if anything stands out. He takes a closer look at the painting, studying it intently.