The city of Amsterdam
Sunday morning
Cafe on the Canal
We see two men sitting in a car covertly watching the cafe
MAN1
"The only information we have is the guy's street name, apparently he's called 'The Chicken'!"
MAN2
"That doesn't sound very menacing"
MAN1
"According to Interpol he is one of the top three most wanted men in Europe!"
MAN2
"What with a name like 'The Chicken'?"
MAN1
"Names can be deceptive; do you remember the time we had to bring in 'Tiny Tony'? It took ten of us with four tasers and three dogs and even then he got in the van of his own accord!"
MAN2
"Yeah but it was obvious he was going to be big with a name like 'Tiny; but 'The Chicken' that's just not scary at all. What's he wanted for?"
MAN1
"He's the brains behind at least eight drug cartels"
MAN2
"Ah you see he might be the brains but he's probably scared of his own shadow when it comes to the rough stuff"
MAN 1
"Well there's no back up on this one, it's just us two. The squad are waiting to grab the rest of the gang once we let them know that we have 'The Chicken' in cuffs!
MAN 2
"Do we have a photo to go on?"
MAN 1
"He's never been caught on camera and no one has even been able to get even a brief description of the guy"
MAN2
"Then how are we supposed to recognise him?"
MAN1
"You see that guy in the window of the cafe eating? He's the contact. 'The Chicken' has flown in to see him!"
MAN 2
"I didn't even know chickens could fly"
MAN 1
"This is serious you know, 'The Chicken' is believed to be behind one in every three major drug deals in Western Europe and one in two in Latin America!"
We then see a very small man in glasses and raincoat standing outside the cafe. The man continually looks around nervously and then jumps and flails his arms as a Bee comes near him. The man looks around six more times he then enters the cafe.
MAN 1
"That's got to be our man!"
MAN2
"Did you see how scared he looked? He's definitely 'The f**king Chicken', I'm going to enjoy grabbing this bastard all I need is one excuse and..."
Man two has a cosh and is slapping it into his open hand menacingly
MAN 1
"No rough stuff if we can help it eh"
MAN2
"It's up to him how he comes"
MAN1
"No we do this calmly, we go in slowly make sure he's our man and we grab him with the minimum of fuss!"
Man one then picks up the radio and speaks
MAN 1
"We think we have a visual, we're going in!"
The two men get out the car and walk into the cafe
Inside the cafe the little nervous man is sitting in the corner eating a cake and sipping on his coffee.
The two men order coffees from the waitress and sit at a table opposite the nervous man.
As they do so the door to the cafe opens and a six foot ten man who is built like a wall of muscle and who has a scar running down the entire left hand side of his face walks in.
The man orders a bowl of cornflakes and sits down.
The two men look at him in awe and speak quietly to each other
Man1
"He must be seven foot tall and eight foot wide!"
MAN2
"Look at the arms on him, there like the hind legs of a really strong Donkey"
The waitress walks over to the giant man and gives him a bowl of cornflakes. As the waitress attempts to put a jug of milk on the table the man stops her. The man then takes the bowl of dry cornflakes lifts it to his mouth and begins pecking at them.
The two men look at each other and leave without speaking, they walk over to the car and man one gets straight on the radio.
MAN1
"'The Chicken' was a no show, repeat no show!"
The two men drive off
