Andrew Veniamin was a short man with a short fuse. A gunman with four scalps, he dropped in for a late lunch with his one-time idol, former heavyweight Mick Gatto, and bit off more than he could chew. The pair went into a corridor at the back of the restaurant but only Gatto walked out. Veniamin had been shot dead at point-blank range. A jury agreed it was self defence. Friends fall out. One ends up dead. Life goes on - for some. This is Australia's underbelly.