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High shot of the scene with Die out cold on the floor Lovett is on all fours and all the customers and tellers on the floor too.
And the song ‘Ballroom Blitz’ fades out.
The robberies, apart from Andy (who is on the floor out cold) stand looking round.
Man in back: “Shit!”
There is the noise of police car sirens from far away outside.
The Woman: “Get those doors locked up!”
Steve closes the doors and bolts them top and bottom and then goes to his bag and pulls out a large ringed metal chain and a padlock; he goes to the door handles and locks them up with them.
The woman looks at Mick.
The Woman: “Get those people out from behind the counter and then check the office see if anyone is there.”
The man in black moves and kneels next to Lovett, his shot gun pointing at her; Lovett is getting something from one of her coat pockets.
Man in Black: “What do you think you are doing!?”
Lovett pulls out her ID and arrest card and holds it up; she is still on all fours and in pain…
Lovett: “Detective Inspector Lovett, metropolitan police. You’re all under arrest. Come quietly and we might not give you bastards a good kicking.”
The Man in Black: “A copper! Genevieve, you hear this! A bloody copper!”
The woman, Genevieve, spins round pointing Die’s gun at the man in black’s head. Die’s gun is in her right hand and her own Beretta 92 is in her left hand.
Genevieve: “Yes I heard! As did everyone else hear you use my name! Brian!… I am wondering if I am a good enough shot to hit your tiny brain as it rattles around in your think skull!”
Brian looks angry and embarrassed.
Genevieve: “It doesn’t matter now anyway… Plan B gentlemen.”
The men, apart from Andy who is still out cold, reach into their pockets and pull out ammunition for their guns and load them, they were all empty until now.
Die groans quietly and moves slightly.
Lovett: “Die?”
Die doesn’t answer but Genevieve moves her aim to point Die’s gun at Die.
Genevieve: “Die, is it?”
Die looks up slightly, squinting in pain as he sees Genevieve standing about him holding his gun and pointing it at him.
Die: “Mum? Is that you? Five more minutes?”
Genevieve: “Oh, he is a funny boy is he?”
Lovett: “No, he is a bloody idiot.”
Genevieve glares at Lovett and then at Brain.
Genevieve: “Get her and the rest into the back and sit them in a circle on the floor…”
She raises her voice so everyone can her clearly.
Genevieve: “… and if any of them plays the hero… kill them!”
Genevieve looks into Lovett’s eyes; they both stare hard at each other as Brian grabs Lovett and pulls her to her feet.
Brain: “Move it you… you lot heard the lady into the back now!”
Brain looks back at Genevieve as he moves Lovett to the back of the bank.
Brain: “What about Andy?”
Genevieve: “Does it look like he is going anywhere?”
Brain turns and pushes Lovett towards the back of the bank as Steve is pushing other people to the back as well.
Brain: “Move ‘Detective’.”
Die is still lying on the floor facedown but he lifts his head in time to see Genevieve undo her long black coat, she is wearing a black knee length pencil skirt, a white blouse and high heeled black shoes. She is also wearing a tan coloured leather shoulder holster. The gun holster on her left side is empty but there are two bullet mags’ in holders on her right side. She looks into Die’s eyes pointing his gun between his eyes and without looking or the gun moving from its target she places her Beretta 92 expertly into the empty holster on her left side with her left hand. Die groans and slowly rolls onto his back.
Die: “Oh great.”
Die looks up at Genevieve, seeing her upside down; he moves his eyes up her legs and body into her eyes.
Genevieve: “Enjoying the view?”
Die: “It’s a bit blurry still. Would mind coming closer?”
Genevieve: “I have a feeling you are a dangerous man to get close to.”
Die: “Me? I’m a pussy cat.”
Genevieve: “Exactly. Cute, but deadly with it.”
Die: “Cute?”
Genevieve frowns and slowly walks round him to look at his face the right way up; the gun never wavers from pointing at his head.
Genevieve: “I know your face.”
Die: “I just have one of those faces…”
Genevieve: “Hardy.” … “Oh God! You are that disgraced British spy that was pictured shooting Sir Martin Bannered, aren’t you?”
Die groans
Die: “That was all just a misunderstanding…”
Genevieve: “I’m sure it was. So the girl is the arresting officer?” “Are you two…?”
Die: “We work together, now and again.”
Genevieve: “Nice work if you can get it!” “Hand over the spare clips you have for this gun, please.”
Die: “You know I can’t do…”
Genevieve pulls the hammer back on Die’s gun.
Genevieve: “I could kill her first if you like?”
Die slowly sits up.
Die: “That would be a very big mistake.”
Genevieve: “Brain is dying to see what sort of a mess his gun would make of a human head… you’re call, Die.”
Die: “Alright; here.”
Dies puts his left hand into his jacket.
Genevieve: “Slowly.”
Die pulls out the three clips and slides them on the floor to her feet. Elegantly she crouches and picks them and puts them in her coat pocket. Still crouching she looks deep into Die’s eye for a moment.
Genevieve: “Interesting.”
Die: “So what happens now?”
Genevieve stands up again.
Genevieve: “Plan B is what happens now, as you and Miss Riding-Hood buggered up plan A.”
Die: “Why were the guns empty?”
Genevieve: “Plan A didn’t involve anyone getting killed. Plan B on the other hand…” “I can’t lie to you about your chances, but… you have my sympathies.”
Genevieve winks at Die.
Genevieve: “Up you get ‘Cutie Die’, time you joined the others.”
Die groans and rubs his head as he stands slowly.
Die: “Why is it, that lately every time I meet a beautiful woman, I end up getting hit unconscious?”
Genevieve: “You just have one of those faces. Come on ‘Hero’, let’s go.”
Die starts rubbing his head and to walk slowly toward the back of the bank.
Cut to: All the hostages are sitting of the floor in a circle (apart from Die) Lovett is sitting next to the older woman with the shopping bag on wheels which is next to her. Lovett is looking around trying to see Die.
Woman: “What’s your name dear?”
Lovett looks at the woman.
Lovett: “Detec… I mean Charlotte. But everyone calls me Lovett.”
The woman holds out her hand to shake hands, Lovett slowly takes it and shakes it.
Woman: “I’m Sigourney…”
Lovett frowns as she takes her hand back.
Sigourney: “Sigourney Lambert; most people just call mum to be honest.”
Lovett: “Nice to meet you, Sigourney.”
Sigourney: “You were very brave.”
Lovett: “I was too slow I’m afraid.”
Sigourney: “You did your best, that’s what counts.”
Lovett looks a bit disdainful at this.
Sigourney: “Do you think we will be here long?”
Lovett is looking around trying to see Die again.
Lovett: “I hope not.”
Lovett looks back at Sigourney.
Lovett: “But it could be a while.”
Sigourney: “Oh not too long I hope; Jonesy gets grumpy if his dinner is late.”
Lovett: “Your husband?”
Sigourney laughs.
Sigourney: “Oh bless you, no…”
Sigourney puts a hand in her coat pocket and pulls a small photograph.
Sigourney: “He’s my cat.”
Sigourney holds up the photograph. It is of a big ginger tom with a nasty scar right across the right side of his face and through his right eye. Lovett is a bit taken a back.
Lovett: “He is very… handsome.”
Sigourney: “He is a bastard, but I love him. A bit like you and your young man I think.”
Sigourney nods towards Die as he walks to the group while rubbing his head. Lovett looks at him and then back to Sigourney shocked.
Lovett: “Young… What!? No, no ,no. Me and him aren’t…”
Sigourney: “Of course not. What was I thinking?”
Sigourney grins as Die sits down next to Lovett on the other side to Sigourney. Lovett looks at him.
Lovett: “How deep?”
Die without a word reaches over with his right hand and gently squeezes Lovett’s nose. Lovett in a nasally voice, as he holds her nose.
Lovett: “Oh no, not again?”
Die lets her nose go and nods and Sigourney gently coughs.
Sigourney: “Of course not. Silly me.”
Sigourney smiles a big smile.
Die: “What have you got on you?”
Lovett: “I have one of my old batons in my boot but that’s it. They didn’t even take my phone.” “You?”
Die: “They didn’t take mine either; I don’t think they care but I still my spare clip on my ankle.” … “These guys are amateurs.”
Lovett nods at Genevieve who is whispering to Brain as they look at his phone.
Lovett: “She isn’t.”
Die: “No, she isn’t, but she isn’t that clever, I still have my knife.”
Genevieve looks over at Die and points his gun at Lovett not him.
Genevieve: “Mr Secret Agent. Would you mind sliding your pretty black knife over here…? Please.”
All the hostages are looking at Die with open mouths.
Die: “I don’t have a knife…”
Brain turns his phone to face Die, there is a picture from episode one of Lovett standing behind Die with a police officer holding each of his arms. Lovett is holding a slim black knife.
Brain: “Don’t muck about.”
Genevieve: “Isn’t the internet wonderful? Agent Die, I limit myself to asking ‘please’ only three times in one day; you are now on the second, don’t waste the third.”
Genevieve’s grip on his gun tightens and she aims better at Lovett.
Die: “Oh, that knife!”
Die move his right arm behind and up the back of his jacket.
Genevieve: “Slowly. We don’t want any accidents do we?”
Genevieve moves her eyes to look into Lovett’s eyes and Genevieve winks at Lovett.
Die slowly brings the knife out and slides across the floor to Brain.
Genevieve: “Good boy.” “Now the rest of you, if you do as you are told and do nothing stupid we should be out of here very soon.”
There is a groaning sound from the front of the bank.
Genevieve: “Seems Andy is awake… He is not going to be happy. I better have a word before he… thinks of something interesting to do to the Detective.”
Genevieve moves away to the front of the bank. Mick and Brain stand guard over the hostages.
Lovett slowly turns to look at Die.
Lovett: “Oh yeah, she isn’t clever at all, is she?… you prat.”