Line of Duty Page #4

DOT:

Yeah. Will do, gaffer.

Exit Hastings to his office. Dot looks cool,

then walks away in the opposite direction.

CUT TO:

INT. HARI’S HOUSE. GARAGE. MOMENTS LATER.

Hari does some DIY carpentry.

The unregistered phone rings. Hari answers it.

HARI:

(Into phone)

Hello.

DOT:

(down phone)

What the bloody hell are you

playing at, making a call from a

public box? That’s why we send you

the unregistered mobiles!

HARI:

(Into phone)

The text came through to my own

phone so I thought -

DOT:

(down phone)

Yeah, but we had to get a message

to you urgently and you weren’t

answering. You’re being watched by

AC-12.

Music

10:
06:58

DUR:
0’51”.

Specially

composed by

Carly

Paradis.

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10:
07:41

HARI:

(Into phone)

I didn’t see anyone.

DOT:

(down phone)

What did the text say?

HARI:

(Into phone.)

“Sit tight. Act normal.”

DOT:

(down phone)

So how is this acting normal,

d*ckhead?

Hari reacts.

Then Hari ends the call. Puts the phone down on

the sideboard.

Hari looks even more strung out than before.

CUT TO:

EXT. SUBWAY. THAT NIGHT.

Kate waits in the gloom, huddled in a big coat.

A figure approaches --Dot.

DOT:

All right.

KATE:

All right.

DOT:

Look. For my two-pen’th, I think

we’re flogging a dead horse with

Bains and Brickford. Rod Kennedy

killed Danny Waldron, couldn’t

handle the guilt, he topped

himself.

Dot starts to go.

KATE:

Maybe it wasn’t suicide... We ought

to request a second post mortem on

Rod Kennedy’s body. The first one

was only looking for a cause of

death; We should get a Home Office

pathologist looking for evidence of

crime.

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X:

Music Ends

10:
07:49

10:
08:27

DOT:

(Beat)

Sure. Leave that with me.

KATE:

Cheers.

Kate turns to go.

DOT:

(Starts to go. Stops.)

Do you like chilli? The food, not

the country. I’ve got a pot on the

simmer. You’ve probably eaten.

KATE:

No I haven’t. Actually.

Dot mumbles incoherently an invitation.

KATE (CONT’D)

Yeah.

CUT TO:

INT. DOT’S LAIR. LATER THAT NIGHT.

Kate and Dot sit eating bowls of chilli and rice

off their laps, on a sofa and armchair

respectively. Dot’s lair is surprisingly

civilised.

DOT:

Not too fiery?

KATE:

I’ll cope.

DOT:

If you go to the trouble of making

a pot, you might as well make it

last a few days. You know, one

night you can have it with rice,

one night baked potato...

Dot trails off, realising he sounds a bit

pathetic.

DOT (CONT’D)

Its rock ‘n’ roll, me.

KATE:

Well I’m not complaining. By the

time I knock off, the only thing

that’s open’s a dodgy kebab.

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