LONDON SPY Page #5

Episode #5

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INT. ALEX’S APARTMENT. LIVING ROOM. MORNING

The apartment is spectacular. Modern. Immaculately

clean. No personal touches. No photographs.

Danny’s amazed. A grown-up life. Adulthood. He studies

this other world of success while Joe studies him.

JOE:

There’s a terrace.

A jarring estate-agent-like boast? Actually it’s Joe

trying to be nice.

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JOE:

If you want to smoke, I mean.

Joe disappears into the bathroom.

EXT. ALEX’S APARTMENT. TERRACE. MORNING

Danny stands, smoking, on the terrace looking out over

the city and square. It’s incredible.

He turns to the bedroom.

INT. ALEX’S APARTMENT. BEDROOM. MORNING

Danny peeks inside the wardrobe. The clothes are

expensive. Tailored. Elegant. Meticulously organized.

Danny catches himself in the mirror. His own clothes have

ragged style, skilful purchases from second hand shops.

Then, on the surface of a cabinet, an odd looking device.

Danny examines it. A personal panic alarm.

Danny puts it down just in time -Joe

enters from the shower, a towel around his waist. A

great body. Not an invite. Yet not entirely naive.

We’re on the borderline: a casual sex pick up, or

something more. Danny must decide.

DANNY:

I’ll let you get dressed.

Danny passes Joe on his way out.

They’re close - that flint-spark pull between them.

INT. ALEX’S APARTMENT. LIVING ROOM. MORNING

The bedroom door closes with no particular haste.

Danny’s about to open the door but recovers his senses

and backs off. Muttering disapproval.

Flustered, he accidentally touches the laptop on the

table. It’s expensive. The screen comes alive --

Complex computer code. A hypnotic kind of beauty: the

soft glow of unfathomable numbers and equations.

Bedazzled, Danny briefly forgets himself and scrolls

down, revealing more of this strange magic.

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INT. CHELSEA. FASHIONABLE RESTAURANT. MORNING

A corner table. A swanky restaurant.

Joe’s immaculately dressed. He wears his clothes well.

Cuts a dashing, if austere, figure. Danny admires.

Danny and Joe at breakfast. Danny eyes the prices,

daunted by them. Joe observes.

JOE:

I can pay.

DANNY:

No, it’s fine...

(beat)

I must be easy to read.

JOE:

You are.

DANNY:

Is that bad?

JOE:

It makes a change. The people I

work with are inscrutable.

DANNY:

I can be inscrutable.

JOE:

Did you look through my clothes?

Danny hesitates, caught, and then laughs. Joe smiles.

For the first time since we’ve encountered him.

EXT. ALEX’S APARTMENT BUILDING. CHELSEA. MORNING

At the doorstep. A goodbye.

Joe raises a hand for Danny to shake. A stilted

formality. Yet it isn’t disappointing or anti-climatic.

Danny finds it cute and happily shakes his hand.

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