EXT. CAFÉ- DAY
GARETH walks up and takes a seat next to a well-dressed ITALIAN MAN in a Paris End café in MELBOURNE. They are surrounded by suits.
ITALIAN MAN
Mate, how's it going?
GARETH
Good mate, how are you? How's the family?
ITALIAN
I’m well. They are good. Mate, I’ve got a bit of work for you if you’re interested?
GARETH
Sure, what is it?
ITALIAN MAN
This cunt owes me 80 grand. The bloke is a degenerate gambler. He’s put it through the pokies. I want you to put the wind up him.
GARETH
The wind up him?
ITALIAN MAN
You know what I mean.
GARETH
How much wind are we talking?
ITALIAN MAN
Just give his house a seeing too. There’s 30 bags of sand in it for you. If he doesn’t pay another 30 for a leg.
GARETH
Done. Send me his address on the blackberry.
ITALIAN MAN
Do you need a clean thing?
GARETH
I could use a new one actually.
ITALIAN MAN
I’ll send you the details of a bloke. How do you want to be paid?
GARETH
Usual. I'll send you a crypto account.
ITALIAN MAN
Done.
GARETH and ITALIAN MAN shake hands before GARETH gets up and walks away.
INT. BROTHEL- DAY
MIMI sits wearing lingerie with a group of sex workers in a back room. A TV on the wall shows a front room. A doorbell rings and the workers all stir. A man walks in and sits on a couch on the CCTV.
MIMI
Oh, definitely looks like he wants a blonde.
SEX WORKER 1
No way he wants a pretty Asian!
MIMI
(Giggles)
NO WAY!
SEX WORKER 2
Trans for sure
BROTHEL MANAGER
Alright MIMI your up he wants an Asian.
MIMI
(feigning surprise)
SEX WORKERS
(all laugh)
MIMI fluffs her hair in a mirror and sprays perfume on herself before confidently striding out of the room.
EXT. FOOTBALL OVAL- DAY
GARETH waits in the car park at a suburban football ground. A message appears on his blackberry. A few moments later a car pulls up next to him.
GARETH
Hey Mate
MAN
How’s it going? Wanna take a look?
GARETH
(walking to the boot)
Let’s see what you’ve got.
MAN
(Pops boot revealing an assortment of firearms on a bed sheet)
GARETH
The SKS. Have you got ammo for it?
MAN
Nice choice. Yeah, the clip is full.
GARETH
Alight I'll take that one.
MAN
No worries.
(Picks up the gun and places it in a sports bag and hands it to Gareth who in turn puts it on the back seat.)
GARETH
Old mate will fix you up.
MAN
Too easy
GARETH gets in the car and drives away.
EXT. PRAHRAN- NIGHT
RYAN and GARETH are parked outside a large house.
RYAN
Which one do you want? The C class or the BMW?
GARETH
C class you banana. You know I hate Beemer’s.
RYAN
Don’t call me a Banana you peanut.
GARETH
God you’re sensitive. You’re like a little frilly girl’s dress.
RYAN
I’m not in the mood cunt.
GARETH
Shhh here they are.
The occupants of the house, all dressed up, walk out the front gate and hop in an uber. GARETH and RYAN slump down hiding in their seats.
INT. PRAHRAN HOUSE- NIGHT
RYAN who is wearing a balaclava searches through the kitchen looking for car keys. He finds them in a fruit bowl on a marble counter. He walks outside and unlocks the car before jumping in and driving away. GARETH in turn pulls out and drives away.
INT- BUNNINGS. DAY
GARETH and RYAN wander the aisle filling a trolley.
GARETH
You got the list?
RYAN
Yeh on my phone.
GARETH
You put it on your phone?
RYAN
Yeah, why not?
GARETH
We are going to spray some cunts house and you put a list of evidence on your phone? Are you fucking normal?
RYAN
Fuck. Well, I wasn’t thinking, was I?
GARETH
(stops)
Here we go Jerry cans. Two will do.
RYAN
Get extra lighters. I swear they always fuck up right when you need them.
BUNNINGS WORKER
Can I help you guys with something?
GARETH
Yeah, you can. What aisle are gloves in?
BUNNINGS WORKER
Aisle 3. Right at the end.
GARETH
Thanks
RYAN
(under his breath)
Wouldn’t mind giving her a spray.
GARETH
You’re an animal.
RYAN
Piss off.
GARETH
Why don’t you go down to the brothel? I'm sure MIMI has some poor stray you can unload your affections on.
RYAN
I don’t like rooting hookers.
GARETH
Mate you can't say that anymore.
RYAN
Why not it’s the truth.
GARETH
You’ve been in the can too long. They are called Sex workers now.
RYAN
Huh? Are you serious?
GARETH
Yeah, it's politically incorrect.
RYAN
Since when do you care about what is politically correct?
GARETH
I’m just warning you. MIMI will have a conniption.
RYAN
What the fuck is a Conniption?
GARETH
She’ll be Fucking pissed. I don’t need that.
EXT- NORTHERN SUBURBS. NIGHT
GARETH and RYAN are in the stolen Mercedes which is driving slowly down an abandoned suburban street in the early hours of the morning. They are both wearing balaclavas, and gloves and dressed in black. RYAN is driving.
GARETH
It's up here on the left. Slow right down.
RYAN
Ok.
GARETH puts down the electric window, cocks the gun, and leans it out the window.
GARETH
Stop here.
GARETH lets off a deafening volley of fire which impacts the house. A dog starts barking.
GARETH
Alright, let’s go. Not too fast
RYAN
Fuck my ears.
RYAN drives the car around a few corners. Both GARETH and RYAN get out. They both grab a jerry can and douse the car in petrol. GARETH tosses the gun on the back seat before RYAN sets it on fire. They hop into another car and drive off.