INT - BEER BAR (DAY)
A scruffy tefler sits nursing a luke warm Singha in a filthy beer bar. In front of him is an ashtray filled with half smoked roll ups, one of them still sending wisps of smoke into the stale air. He wears a wife beater covered in smears of dried ketchup, and a pair of old "I love Phuket" shorts covered with faded urine stains. He lets out a rattled, cancerous cough, spraying spit on the table and revealing his yellowing teeth. He brushes wisps of grey hair back over his sweaty dome.
He reads an old copy of the Bangkok Post. The headline blares 'THAI SERVANT IN STOLEN GEMS CAPER".
"I know where they are!" he exclaims, panting heavily. "I must post it on a crappy online forum!".
"You mao", says the wizened old hooker sat opposite him, still clutching the screwed up 100 baht note he'd thrown at her the night before in return for the awkward blow job she'd given him. Her phone beeps with a message from her husband asking her when she's coming home.