Ext. Multi Storey Car Park. Day.
A man, carrying a briefcase, walks over to a car with blacked out windows. He looks around and then gets in.
Cut To: Int. Car.
The man is now sat next to a hitman in the front of the car.
Hitman: So, I believe you've got a job you want doing.
Man: That's correct.
Hitman: And who is it that you want taking out?
Man: The Pink Panther.
Hitman: The Pink Panther?
Man: Yes! The Pink bloody Panther.
Hitman: May I ask why?
Man: Because I hate him! I hate his smarmy attitude! I hate his theme tune! And most of all, I hate his stupid little pink car!
Hitman: You do realise that he has a lot of men around him?
Man: Why do you think they call him the PINK panther?
Hitman: I meant security.
Man: Are you trying to say you're not up for the job?
Hitman: Ha! You do realise you're talking to the man who garroted Pugwash.
Man: I know.
Hitman: The man who smothered Charlie Brown.
Man: I KNOW!
Hitman: Good. Now, for a job of this scale, I will need a little extra money.
Man: I'll pay, don't you worry. Anything to be rid of that pink bastard!
Hitman: And how do you want him to 'go' ?
Man: Hang him by his blasted tail.
Hitman: That'll be £500,000. Have you got the money?
The man nods and hands over his briefcase.
Man: And I want you to bring me his scalp.
ENDS