Mortido by Angela Betzien

Author:Angela Betzien
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Currency Press

ACT THREE

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And we are in:

JIMMY’S APARTMENT, PENRITH

Night.

JIMMY enters with six Cokes in a plastic IGA bag and a pizza box.

JIMMY takes a can from the bag and opens it.

He places it on the table.

JIMMY: Uno.

JIMMY opens another can and begins a row of six.

Dos.

He opens another and another and another.

Tres.

Cuatro.

Cinco.

Seis.

JIMMY stands back.

EL GALLITO enters the room wearing JIMMY’s shirt.

He takes a Coke and drinks it.

JIMMY goes to kiss EL GALLITO.

EL GALLITO finds Grubbe’s business card in JIMMY’s shirt. He flicks it at JIMMY. JIMMY swipes it and slips it into his back pocket.

You know what I’d like to do? You know what I would like to do most in the whole fucking world? I would like to take you shopping. I would like to buy you anything you want. I’d like to dress you. I would like to take you somewhere, buy you a really nice fucking suit. Two suits. No, a week of suits. A Monday to Sunday of really nice fucking suits. Sharp, really well-cut. And shoes. A really nice pair of shoes, yeah? Like these? Do you like these? These are veau velour. They’re really fucking soft. You don’t get softer leather than veau velour. They’re made from calf. That’s why they cost a packet. They’re slaughtered before they get the chance to grow up. Which is shit, which is really fucking horrible but, actually, I really don’t care because look how good they look. What do you say? Are you in? I got a hook-up in the morning but after, let’s go shopping.

EL GALLITO finishes his Coke.

JIMMY kisses EL GALLITO again.

EL GALLITO kisses him back then bites him on the lip.

JIMMY’s lip bleeds.

EL GALLITO grins.

And we are in:

GUZMAN Y GOMEZ, BONDI JUNCTION

GRUBBE enters and drops a burrito in front of JIMMY.

GRUBBE: One bean burrito. Sour cream guacamole extra jalapeños.

JIMMY consumes it ravenously.

Over the gastro?

JIMMY: Yeah, I’m empty.

GRUBBE: Well, fill up, Jimmy, you’re a growing boy.

JIMMY: I’m ready to negotiate.

GRUBBE: Good to see you’ve got your colour back.

JIMMY: First up, I’m keeping my assets.

GRUBBE: Such as?

JIMMY: My property.

GRUBBE: You’re a man of property, Jimmy?

JIMMY: I own a flat in Penrith.

GRUBBE: Explain to me how you entered the Sydney property market on Newstart allowance?

JIMMY: It was a present.

GRUBBE: In Penrith; that was generous. You get the first-home-buyer bonus?

JIMMY: Yep.

GRUBBE: I love this country.

JIMMY: Got a car too.

GRUBBE: You’re a real grown-up.

JIMMY: It’s a Mazda.

GRUBBE: Yeah, what year?

JIMMY: 2002.

GRUBBE: So, Monte Silverthorn of 39 Windsor Street Woollahra, born with a silver spoon up his arse, gives you a 2002 Mazda while he cruises round in a brand-new Benz. Sounds like you’ve been taking most of the risk without any of the fringe benefits. I guess that’s why you’re here, is it?

JIMMY: Monte never set me up.

GRUBBE: Who did?

JIMMY: Scarlet. My / sister?

GRUBBE: Monte’s money.

JIMMY: It’s in her name, it’s all in trust.

Beat.

GRUBBE: Monte’s not just a pretty face.

JIMMY: Scarlet saved my skin. Kept me out of prison.

GRUBBE: I know. Three-year suspended sentence, twelve months parole.

Those charges, you must’ve got the judge on his birthday.

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