LONDON SPY Page #6

Episode #5

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EXT. ALEX’S APARTMENT BUILDING. STREET. MORNING

Danny walking away, with a spring in his step, as though

the date couldn’t feasibly have gone better.

He passes various expensive-flash cars, with no interest

in them, glancing back at the terrace. Joe isn’t on it.

Danny crosses the road, passing a parked white van. The

inside is thick with cigarette smoke. But no driver.

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Again, of no interest to Danny, a background detail.

Danny glances back for a second time. Joe is at the

window - looking at him.

Danny’s thrilled. He raises a hand. Joe waves back.

The white van blurred behind.

INT. DANNY’S APARTMENT. LIVING ROOM. DAY

Danny stands, recounting his date with great gusto.

Sara and Pavel are seated on the sofa, back from the

clubs, worse for wear. Sara smoking a joint, laconic.

Pavel is gnashing his jaw, bug eyed.

An empty space on the sofa where Danny would normally

have sat.

DANNY:

We shook hands.

A love struck Danny checks on his wasted audience.

Sara inhales, unmoved. Pavel turns to Sara, baffled as to

why Danny is so happy when he didn’t even get laid.

PAVEL:

I don’t understand.

SARA:

They shook hands.

Pavel still doesn’t understand. And Danny’s exceptionally

pleased with their reaction.

EXT. WHITEHALL. EVENING

Danny waits outside one of the ministries. In the hub

of political power.

We see Scottie. Early sixties. Emerging from the grand

entrance of a ministry: a civil servant figure from a

bygone era. Immaculate Jermyn Street tailoring.

We presume this man can’t be who Danny is waiting for.

Yet it is. A kiss as a greeting.

EXT. WHITEHALL STREETS. EVENING

Scottie and Danny walking. An excitable energy in Danny

movements, compared to Scottie’s steady steps.

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SCOTTIE:

Has he rung?

DANNY:

He will.

Danny adamantly unconcerned.

SCOTTIE:

(gentle)

A week..?

DANNY:

I’ve never been more certain of

anything in my life.

SCOTTIE:

Why?

DANNY:

Because -(

thinks)

That can’t be it.

(thinks)

There’s more. There has to be.

SCOTTIE:

You love falling in love. The

moment when it’s all possibilities

and dreams.

Danny misses Scottie’s point.

DANNY:

You think he’s out of my league?

SCOTTIE:

The thought never crossed my

mind.

Danny’s caught. Changes subject. He’s breezy.

DANNY:

Where are we drinking tonight?

SCOTTIE:

(without much hope)

Somewhere dimly lit and terribly

old fashioned.

Danny locks an arm through Scottie’s.

EXT. HAMPSTEAD. DAY

After meeting in Whitehall Danny and Scottie have

travelled and are walking.

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