LONDON SPY

Episode #5
Synopsis: A chance romance between two men from very different worlds, one from the headquarters of the Secret Intelligence Service, the other from a world of clubbing and youthful excess, leads into mystery after one of them is found murdered.
Genre: Crime, Drama, Mystery
  Nominated for 1 Golden Globe. Another 1 win & 7 nominations.
 
IMDB:
7.5
Year:
2015
60 min
686 Views


EXT. LONDON. VAUXHALL. MI6 HEADQUARTERS. NIGHT

The Headquarters of British Intelligence. An embassy of

secrets. Intense security. Cameras. Bomb proof walls.

A cab parks outside. A young man steps out. Mid-

twenties. Lean and handsome. He’s Danny. His clothes

are cool and casual. His hair styled.

Danny turns his back on MI6, crossing the street. We

follow him to the opposite side -

Gay clubs, bars and sex saunas, underneath railway

arches. People queuing to gain entry to the clubs.

With a Saturday-night swagger Danny bypasses the queue,

saying hi to many. Known by most. Danny gives the

bouncer a handshake. And is ushered in. A socialite.

As the door opens we do not follow Danny inside,

catching a fleeting glimpse of intense lighting.

The doors close -

EXT. VAUXHALL. RAILWAY ARCHES. DAWN

The doors are thrown open --

Danny emerges. Pupils huge. Skin sweaty. Re-presented

with the world, he seems cowed by it.

His swagger gone, Danny appears gaunt rather than lean.

His clothes are club-grimed. His hair dishevelled.

The ‘gay strip’ is quiet. A few hardened souls. A few

taxi drivers hawking trade.

To the side of the club there’s no queue, no people, just

the fencing & the hoarding, flat on the ground.

The area is deserted. The buzz is gone.

Danny tries to swallow: it’s painful. We hear the sound

of his throat, the movements, dry slow swallow of spit.

He takes from his pocket the pack of cigarettes. It’s now

utterly crumpled and smashed. He opens it.

Inside is an empty drug bag. And a single crushed

cigarette, broken in half.

Danny tries to light the broken half but the lighter

pathetically sparks with no flame.

His hands are trembling.

He gives up.

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He walks forward, looming over him is MI6: the building

means nothing to Danny. His eyes slide across it without

catching on it.

He takes out his phone. He dials. His voice is broken.

Fragmented. Slow.

DANNY (ON PHONE)

Hey guys... if you get this

message... I wanted to know... if

you were still... up... I don’t

feel like... being alone... if

you’re still up... ring me...

He hangs up. He shuffles off.

EXT. VAUXHALL. CENTRAL ROAD JUNCTION. DAWN

The enormous road junction at the heart of Vauxhall.

Normally full of traffic. Now eerie-empty.

Danny crosses into the central pedestrian reservation,

automatically trudging towards the passage under the

train tracks, on auto-pilot, heading home.

But he stops, staring at the tunnel, a route he’s taken

many times. He looks in the opposite direction, towards

the bridge & the morning sky.

Danny - surrounded and dwarfed by the huge empty roads -

lingering and deciding.

And, finally, he changes direction, walking towards the

river. Passing MI6, he doesn’t even glance at it.

EXT. LAMBETH BRIDGE. DAWN

In the middle of the deserted bridge Danny looks out

over London, The Thames & Parliament.

His beautiful-saucer-eyes dart about, perplexed by this

world. Drugs push his thoughts close to the surface.

He takes out his phone. And considers. We can see he

knows, on every level, that this is a terrible idea.

Except he does it anyway.

He dials.

The phone rings. Danny prepares what to say. The phone

is answered. Danny about to speak but he’s abruptly cut

off. We don’t hear what is said, if anything.

Danny’s stunned. Offended. Finally, he’s hurt.

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In an act of frustration Danny leans back, arm behind

him, ready to throw the ‘f***ing-phone’ into the river

but he stops, frozen in this javelinesque position.

His eyes switch from the river to the phone. From

sadness and anger to pragmatic. He changes his mind.

At this point Danny realizes he’s being watched.

An early morning runner, standing some five or so

meters away. Dressed in sleek pro gear. Athletic.

Handsome. Roughly the same age as Danny.

He seems to be assessing Danny as though he were a

peculiar but not uninteresting phenomenon.

We have no idea how long he’s been there.

Danny is struck by how handsome this man is. And

straightens up, trying to return to normal society mode,

and not entirely succeeding.

He wags the phone, explaining why he didn’t throw it.

DANNY:

It would’ve been satisfying...

As he wags it the phone slips out of his sweaty fingers

and hits the pavement, smashing.

The runner and Danny stare at broken fragments. Danny

smiles, a smile becoming a laugh, a laugh becoming a

world weary sigh. The runner simply observes.

Danny crouches down and starts to pick up the pieces.

To his amazement the runner joins him. Even though it’s

pointless, and the phone can’t possibly be fixed.

With his hand full of fragments the runner carefully -

slowly - tips his small collection into Danny’s palm.

We hear the faint sound of the metallic and glass tinkle,

as though there were no other competing city sounds.

Eye to eye with this man, Danny knows not what to say.

That flint-spark of an inexplicable connection.

The runner’s voice is educated, gentle, the emphasis

and rhythm of his words unusual.

MYSTERIOUS RUNNER

Are you okay?

DANNY:

Me? I’m fine. You don’t know me

but if you did you’d know that I’m

always fine.

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The runner observes Danny’s pupils, without judgement,

and offers a sports drink affixed to his arm.

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Tom Rob Smith

The son of a Swedish mother and an English father, both antique dealers, Smith was born and raised in South London where he went to school at Dulwich college between the years of 87 and 97. Following his graduation from St John's College, Cambridge, in 2001, he received the Harper Wood Studentship for English Poetry and Literature and continued his Creative Writing studies for a year at Parvin University, in Italy. more…

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