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Fade from black to: Lovett and Die are now sitting in Alpha-Three’s office again. Lovett has her left arm in a very bright green sling. Harry is standing to Alpha-Three’s right and Alpha-Three is not looking happy.
Alpha-Three: “You two balls’ed that up royally!” “No! Shut up the pair of you, I do not want to hear it!” “Thankfully Lady Annabelle was apprehended at Heathrow airport on her way to the Bahamas.”
Lovett: “Bitch! That was our idea!” “Oh, sorry sir.”
Alpha Three: “It seems it was her that hired Jacques to kill her husband; so she could run off with all his money and their butler…”
Lovett: “Hey Scooby, the Butler did it!” … “I’m really sorry….sir. I’m on a lot of painkillers…”
Alpha Three: “But as the pair of you did catch Jacques alive and you didn’t lose the money, it falls to me to reluctantly thank you Detective Lovett for your help in this case.” “Your Job at the Metropolitan police is waiting for you once your arm has healed.”
Lovett: “What about him? You can’t retire him!”
Alpha-Three: “Detective!… I have been on the phone for the past six hours. I have talked to your captain, The Commissioner of Police, the Minister of Defence, Prime Minister, I even had a lovely chat with her majesty the Queen, she sends her regards by the way Six-Seven, and we have all decide that Agent Die will… be taking part in a little experiment.”
Lovett & Die: “What experiment!?”
Alpha-Three: “As the detective was on loan to the SIS, and that Six-Seven is kind of useless to us now… we feel that it is only right that Six-Seven should now be on loan to the Metropole Police. And as it seems that all of the detective Lovett’s co-workers are rather reluctant to be her partner, Six-Seven will now, bravely step into the roll.”
Lovett & Die: “WHAT?!”
Alpha-Three: “So, All’s well that ends well.”
Lovett slowly rises her right hand.
Lovett: “I have a question.”
Alpha-Three: “And I have a feeling I know what it is but continue…”
Lovett: “Which one of us will be in charge… I mean the superior officer?”
Harry hands over a twenty pound note to Alpha-Three. Alpha-Three takes the winnings and smirks.
Alpha-Three: “Six-Seven has many years of experience and he will be keeping his gun and licence to kill…”
Die is now grinning at Lovett and she is pouting in a sulk.
Alpha-Three: “BUT…
Both Lovett and Die’s faces change
Alpha-Three: “…As Pórta Die does not officially exist that duty will fall to you detective.”
Die: “Oh come on!”
Lovett: “YES! In your face… in your face!”
Alpha-Three: “You…”
Lovett and Die stop before they start to really argue.
Alpha-Three: “ … are both on leave until the detective’s arm heals. “ “So you can bugger off now and do as you wish.”
Lovett & Die “Yes sir.”
They stand and both turn to leave.
Alpha-Three: “AND…”
They both turn back.
Alpha-Three: “…if I end up regretting this decision, the pair of you will be sharing a cell with Jacques. Is that Crystal clear?”
Lovett & Die “Yes sir.”
They both turn to the door.
Lovett: “You better get used to calling me sir now.”
Fade to black.
Fade from black to: Lovett and Die are walking up her little path to her front door; Lovett already has her keys out in her right hand and her left arm is in her bright green sling.
Die: “No, I am not going to call you sir, forget it.”
Lovett: “You have to! I am your superior now.”
Die: “… I think you always were.”
Lovett: “Oh that’s sweet but it’s ‘I think you always were SIR!’”.
Die: “Just open the door.”
Lovett opens the door and finds that the hall way in her house is immaculate. Everything has been tidied away and everywhere has been cleaned and polished, it is all shiny. Lovett is wide mouth with shock.
Lovett: “Holy shi…”
Silently she runs to the living room then she runs out to the kitchen and then runs upstairs. Die is grinning like the Cheshire cat. Die shouts up the stairs.
Die: “Surprise! I thought you’d like it.”
Lovett is now walking slowly down the stairs with a look of fury on her face.
Lovett: “You did this!?”
Die: “I thought you’d like it!”
Lovett: “You interfering, self-righteous, overbearing, arrogant sack of sh…”
Die: “What?”
Lovett is still slowly walking down the stair she reaches round her back with her right hand and pulls out one of her batons and extends it.
Lovett: “This is MY home! I will decide what happens to it! … If you bend over this won’t hurt quite as much!”
Die puts his hands up.
Die: “Oh Lovett come on I did for you. No one has to live like …”
Lovett starts to run at him baton raised. Die knows he is onto a loser and turns and runs towards the still open front door.
Die: “Lovett be reasonable! Think about your arm!”
Lovett: “I’m going to kill you!”
Freeze frame on the two of them running out of Lovett’s house.
Lovett chasing Die with her baton held high, again.
Roll end credits and slowly fade to black; the Gary Numan song ‘I Am Screaming playing’
After credits scene
Fade from black to the camera very slowly panning down along the hall way of Lovett’s house it is now night time. We can just see that living room door is open and the living room light is on. We hear the sound of them talking from in the living room but we can’t see them… yet.. They both sound slightly out of breath.
Lovett: “Oh no….” “Oh Die, you haven’t… not already?”
Die: “Oh god, oh god! I’m sorry, I really am. I’m so sorry!-”
Lovett: “That was so quick, what about me you selfish git? I didn’t even get to…”
Die: “I know! I am so sorry. That’s never happened to me before, honestly.”
Lovett: “I have been really looking forward to… do you have any idea how long I have been dreaming of… I really wanted… I was so ready for it Die!”
Die: “I know. I know! I am so sorry. Please believe me. “ “But it was so good I, I just lost control… I was overwhelmed with desire… I couldn’t stop. I just couldn’t, it was so good!”
Lovett: “Really? You thought it was that good?”
Die: “Yes Charlotte, that good! It was amazing!” “I’m sorry; I promise I will make it up to you.” “It will all be about you next time. I promise. Please forgive me.”
Lovett: “Ok but…
The camera gets to the open door and looking in the room we see Lovett and Die are sitting the sofa full dressed and Die is holding an empty chocolate rapper
Lovett: “… that was handmade imported Belgian chocolate! My favourite! You better replace it with the bloody same type, or else!”
Die: “I promise I will. I’ll get you loads of it: Have I ever let you down?”
Lovett: “Yes! When you eat that so fast it looked like you swallowed it whole!”
Die: “It was really nice!”
Lovett: “I know! That’s why it is my favourite, idiot!”
Cut to black.