Line of Duty Page #2

MCANDREW:

Come in.

Steve steps in to McAndrew’s office.

STEVE:

Inspector McAndrew. DS Arnott, AC

12.

MCANDREW:

What do you want?

Steve shuts the door. In doing so, he makes a

point of looking out towards Hari’s desk. Steve

turns back to McAndrew, opening his pocket-book.

STEVE:

In an interview you gave at AC-12,

you informed us that Hari Bains had

a good working relationship with

Danny Waldron...

MCANDREW:

Uh. Yeah. So?

STEVE:

Hari never made any complaints

about Danny?

MCANDREW:

If anything, the opposite.

STEVE:

How so, ma’am?

MCANDREW:

I was due to rotate Hari from

Danny’s squad but Hari said that he

respected Danny’s professionalism

and wanted to ride on more jobs

with him.

STEVE:

Really. When did he say this?

Steve looks out towards Hari. Who looks away.

MCANDREW:

A couple of days before the

Abbott’s Lane op.

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04:32

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05:29

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05:58

STEVE:

You mean a couple of days before

the op that got Danny killed?

MCANDREW:

I was all set to disband Danny’s

team after the shooting of Ronan

Murphy. And there is no way you’re

gonna pin some blame on me just

because you’re struggling to find a

scapegoat.

STEVE:

Thank you, ma’am. You’ve been very

helpful.

Steve exits. McAndrew looks very worried.

And so does Hari. Exits.

CUT TO:

EXT. STREET CORNER. MOMENTS LATER.

Hari pulls up by a pay-phone.

We see from Kate’s POV looking through

binoculars Hari get out of his car and crosses

to the pay-hone.

Hari refers to the text, and dials the number.

CUT TO:

INT. KATE’S CAR. CONTINUOUS.

Kate watches from a long way off, via

binoculars. She speed-dials her phone.

AC-12 OPERATOR (O.S.)

(Out of phone)

AC-12.

KATE:

(Into phone)

DC Fleming. Put me through to

Telecommunications please.

The call is put straight through. There’s a ring

tone, then it’s answered.

TELECOMS OFFICER (O.S.)

(Out of phone)

Telecoms.

Music

10:
05:21

DUR:
1’15”.

Specially

composed by

Carly

Paradis.

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06:17

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06:25

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06:29

KATE:

(Into phone.)

DC Fleming. I need an

identification on the last number

dialled from a pay-phone on the

corner of Calman Road and Turner

Road.

TELECOMS OFFICER (O.S.)

(Out of phone)

Standby.

CUT TO:

INT. TELEPHONE BOX. MOMENTS LATER.

AUTOMATED OPERATOR (O.S.)

The number you have called is not

recognised. Please check the number

and try again. The number you have

called is not recognised.

Hari hangs up. He looks strung out, at his wits’

end.

CUT TO:

INT. KATE’S CAR. CONTINUOUS.

Kate waits. While she does so, she watches Hari

returns to his car.

CUT TO:

INT. AC-12. OPEN-PLAN OFFICE. LATER THAT DAY.

Hastings walks from his office following Dot to

Steve’s desk. Dot is poker faced and plays his

part perfectly as ever.

DOT:

Kate reports Bains attempting to

make a call to this number -

Dot points to the number that appears on his

computer screen with all the relevant detail

logged by Telecommunications, eg time of call,

duration, origin, mobile phone provider, mobile

phone cell etc. Not seen by us.

DOT (CONT’D)

--it relates to an unregistered

pay-as-you-go mobile. Now the call

couldn’t be connected because

either the phone or the sim card

was out of service.

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10:
06:36

10:
07:04

STEVE:

I’ve got Maneet liaising with the

mobile network provider to see what

information we can get about the

number.

Steve indicates Maneet sitting a couple of rows

away, intensely busy on a computer.

Suddenly Dot looks very worried.

DOT:

Great.

HASTINGS:

Tell Kate I want her on Hari Bains

round the clock.

DOT:

Yeah. Will do, gaffer.

Exit Hastings to his office. Dot looks cool,

then walks away in the opposite direction.

CUT TO:

INT. HARI’S HOUSE. GARAGE. MOMENTS LATER.

Hari does some DIY carpentry.

The unregistered phone rings. Hari answers it.

HARI:

(Into phone)

Hello.

DOT:

(down phone)

What the bloody hell are you

playing at, making a call from a

public box? That’s why we send you

the unregistered mobiles!

HARI:

(Into phone)

The text came through to my own

phone so I thought -

DOT:

(down phone)

Yeah, but we had to get a message

to you urgently and you weren’t

answering. You’re being watched by

AC-12.

Music

10:
06:58

DUR:
0’51”.

Specially

composed by

Carly

Paradis.

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10:
07:41

HARI:

(Into phone)

I didn’t see anyone.

DOT:

(down phone)

What did the text say?

HARI:

(Into phone.)

“Sit tight. Act normal.”

DOT:

(down phone)

So how is this acting normal,

d*ckhead?

Hari reacts.

Then Hari ends the call. Puts the phone down on

the sideboard.

Hari looks even more strung out than before.

CUT TO:

EXT. SUBWAY. THAT NIGHT.

Kate waits in the gloom, huddled in a big coat.

A figure approaches --Dot.

DOT:

All right.

KATE:

All right.

DOT:

Look. For my two-pen’th, I think

we’re flogging a dead horse with

Bains and Brickford. Rod Kennedy

killed Danny Waldron, couldn’t

handle the guilt, he topped

himself.

Dot starts to go.

KATE:

Maybe it wasn’t suicide... We ought

to request a second post mortem on

Rod Kennedy’s body. The first one

was only looking for a cause of

death; We should get a Home Office

pathologist looking for evidence of

crime.

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Music Ends

10:
07:49

10:
08:27

DOT:

(Beat)

Sure. Leave that with me.

KATE:

Cheers.

Kate turns to go.

DOT:

(Starts to go. Stops.)

Do you like chilli? The food, not

the country. I’ve got a pot on the

simmer. You’ve probably eaten.

KATE:

No I haven’t. Actually.

Dot mumbles incoherently an invitation.

KATE (CONT’D)

Yeah.

CUT TO:

INT. DOT’S LAIR. LATER THAT NIGHT.

Kate and Dot sit eating bowls of chilli and rice

off their laps, on a sofa and armchair

respectively. Dot’s lair is surprisingly

civilised.

DOT:

Not too fiery?

KATE:

I’ll cope.

DOT:

If you go to the trouble of making

a pot, you might as well make it

last a few days. You know, one

night you can have it with rice,

one night baked potato...

Dot trails off, realising he sounds a bit

pathetic.

DOT (CONT’D)

Its rock ‘n’ roll, me.

KATE:

Well I’m not complaining. By the

time I knock off, the only thing

that’s open’s a dodgy kebab.

DOT:

That’s undercover isn’t it. Stupid

hours.

KATE:

Well, Mark works in IT, he did a

lot from home, which was great for

childcare. Just not so great for

us.

DOT:

You still see the kid, though?

KATE:

Yeah.

(Looks low.)

DOT:

Sorry, I shouldn’t poke my nose in.

KATE:

No, it’s fine. It was the right

decision. You know, give him

security and stability. Just not

such a great decision for me, to be

honest.

DOT:

See, me and my missus, we never got

round to having kids.

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