Doortje: [she enters her office, he looks sad] Goodmorning. Didn't sleep well?
Dimitri: I've been robbed. 23,456 francs.
Doortje: What? A thief? Here?
Dimitri: Doortje, what did I do wrong? First they say I'm a rapist and then they take all my money.
Doortje: You did nothing wrong. Nothing. You know what, I'll pour you a cup of my herbal tea.
Dimitri: [cynically] Can you still come here? Isn't Pico afraid I'm going to assault you?
Doortje: I'm actually on my way to Carmen. Pico doesn't know I'm here.
Dimitri: [cynically] Aren't you the bravest.
Doortje: Because I know you're innocent.
Dimitri: Thank you, Doortje, but what should I do now?
Doortje: [on him wearing his pajamas] You might want to wear something else and it will look much better.
Dimitri: Why? Nobody comes here anymore.
Doortje: You have to go to Pascale.
Dimitri: To Pascale? Are you crazy? She punches me in the head.
Doortje: It's the only way to show you've done nothing wrong. It's to go there with your head held high.
Dimitri: Yes, and then I'll be carried out on a stretcher, right?
Doortje: Get up. You shouldn't throw the towel in just yet. Come on now.
Dimitri: [he stops walking, he looks taken aback] I'll go tomorrow.
Doortje: No, you must go as soon as possible.
Dimitri: Alright, order an ambulance.
Doortje: I'd get dressed first. Otherwise, Pascale thinks you're coming for something else.
Dimitri: For what?
[she rolls her eyes]
Dimitri: Oh yeah... that.