Scene: A room. It is brightly lit and bare. No details can be seen. Sitting hunched over a table is a police sergeant; on the other side sits a shifty-looking, unshaven character wearing a striped jersey.
Man: OW MUCH, COPPER?
Sergeant: SIX HUNDRED.
Man: WHAT? THAT’S A BIT STIFF.
Sergeant: THAT’S HOW MUCH IT’LL COST YER.
Man: WHAT’S THE DEAL?
Sergeant: CASH UP FRONT. A STRAIGHT SWAP.
Man: THAT’S TOO MUCH: THREE HUNDRED.
Sergeant: (Shaking his head) THREE? NAH, THERE’S TOO MUCH AT STAKE.
Man: WHAT DO YOU MEAN? THERE’S NO ONE ELSE INVOLVED.
Sergeant: THINK OF WHAT YOU’LL BE GETTING. TOTAL CONTROL. CARTE BLANCHE. YOU’LL HAVE FOUR OF THEM.
Man: YEAH, BUT SIX HUNDRED IS TOO MUCH. FOUR.
Sergeant: (Shaking his head) TSK, TSK, TSK. YOU CAN’T WANT IT THAT BADLY.
Man: ALL RIGHT, FOUR FIFTY, BUT I CAN’T GO ANY HIGHER.
Sergeant: (Thinking) TELL YOU WHAT: FOUR SEVEN FIVE AND I’LL THROW IN THIS AS WELL. (He holds up something. The camera doesn’t show what).
Man: HMMM.
Sergeant: YOU’RE GONNA NEED ONE OF THESE WHERE YOU’RE GOING.
Man: (Sighs) YOU DRIVE A HARD BARGAIN, COPPER. ALL RIGHT, IT’S A DEAL.
(The camera draws back to show they are sitting in a police cell playing Monopoly).
Sergent: RIGHT, LIVERPOOL STREET STATION AND ONE SEVENTY-FIVE QUID IN CASH.
(The man pays the officer in Monopoly money, and the get-out-of-jail free card the policeman is holding is clearly visible).
Fade.
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