Jayne’s discovering that sometimes two isn’t the magic number. For the previous instalment click here.
INT. NOTTINGHAM POLICE HQ CORRIDOR. DAY.
RATTLE OF JAYNE LOADING COINS INTO A COFFEE MACHINE. ROB IS APPROACHING UNNOTICED.
JAYNE Stupid bloody machine.
ROB Maybe if you…
JAYNE (INTERRUPTING) Jesus, Rob.
ROB …stopped feeding it pennies.
JAYNE (INTERIOR) For a big guy Rob could be very quiet. Maybe that was what they were teaching him on the police boxing team, or the rugby team, or… well, you get the idea.
JAYNE (TO ROB) Hands off my waist in the workplace, Rob. Making it a habit doesn’t make it anymore professional.
ROB Spoilsport. (BEAT) It’s not my case, but some stuff on your banker fell into my lap.
JAYNE A lot stuff seemed to ‘falls into your lap’. Where do you community coppers get this stuff from? I want to teach it to my detectives.
ROB Trade secret.
JAYNE Too many fast trackers thinking their arts degrees automatically qualify them to run a police team. (BEAT) Are you going to make me beg?
ROB Now there’s a thought…
JAYNE (INTERRUPTING) Try not to get to big for your already huge boots, Lover.
ROB CHUCKLES AND THERE’S A CLICKING AS JAYNE DEPRESSES THE COFFEE MACHINE BUTTON. A CUP DROPS WITH A CLACK AND THE MACHINE WHIRRS.
JAYNE Hand it over and then I’ll tally your Brownie points.
ROB Scout… whatsits surely?
THE MACHINE BANGS DESPAIRINGLY, JAYNE BLOWS ON HER COFFEE.
ROB Your lad’s bank was going to have an audit.
JAYNE Now why wouldn’t they mention that? Guess I’ll have to have at Irving’s boss myself.
INT. BANK MANAGER’S OFFICE. DAY.
A DOOR SHUTS DEADENING THE SOUNDS OF PEOPLE OUTSIDE. THERE IS A COMPUTER HARD DRIVE WHIRRING AND THE CHAIRS CREAK AS JAYNE, HALE AND THE MANAGER SIT.
JAYNE Now, are you going to tell me why you didn’t tell my detectives that you are planning an audit?
MANAGER It didn’t seem relevant…
HALE (INTERRUPTING) One of your employees turns up dead in a ditch and it ain’t ‘relevant’.
MANAGER Ms McAllen, are you going to allow him talk to me like that?
JAYNE Superintendant McAllen. The thought had crossed my mind. (BEAT) I’ll rephrase: Why are you having an audit?
MANAGER I can’t poss…
JAYNE (INTERRUPTING) I understand keeping your superiors happy but what are they going to think if I get a warrant and bring in a dozen detectives and forensic accountants…
MANAGER (INTERRUPTING) There were discrepancies in the accounts. That’s all, probably clerical errors.
JAYNE Clerical errors… is that so?
EXT. BANK CAR PARK. DAY.
TRAFFIC IS HUMMING UP AND DOWN A NEARBY ROAD AS JAYNE AND HALE’S FOOTSTEPS CROSS THE TARMAC.
HALE Should’ve pushed him harder.
JAYNE I’m not your DC now, John.
HALE Irving was embezzling from the bank and his boss killed him.
JAYNE You didn’t notice that guy had three brands of anti-bacterial hand gel on his desk and has manicured fingernails?
JAYNE Obviously he’s OCD. I can’t say I can imagine him faffing with a car engine to set it alight.
HALE I suppose that’s a point.
A CAR BEEPS IN THE DISTANCE AND CLOSER CARS DOORS BANG OPEN AND SHUT.
JAYNE I think your right about the embezzling and our Mr Irving did a runner. The audit…
HALE (INTERRUPTING) Could be a coincidence.
JAYNE Coincidences happen, doesn’t mean we shouldn’t investigate them.
INT. JAYNE AND ROB’S KITCHEN. EVENING.
CLATTER OF POTS, SIMMERING SOUNDS AS ROB MOVES THINGS AROUND ON TOP OF THE COOKER. JAYNE CHOPS HERBS HESITANTLY ON THE COUNTERTOP.
JAYNE I always think I’m going to chop the tips of my fingers off.
ROB You’ll be lucky if you finish chopping the herbs in time. How’d the lead work out?
JAYNE Leading. (CHUCKLE) Well, the manager was a push over and Hale was an arse.
ROB John Hale’s always an arse.
JAYNE Urgh, and to think I used to be attracted to him. The follies of youth, eh?
JAYNE (INTERIOR) It had been your typical story: a green DC meets a gruff DI and mistakes his bullish exterior for something like unflappable integrity. He wasn’t exactly the long term type.
ROB As long as it stays in your “youth”.
JAYNE Don’t start…
ROB (INTERRUPTING) I’m not, I trust you. You’re doing what’s best for the job, that’s on the job, not here.
JAYNE Oh. (BEAT) Thanks for that.
ROB Besides you married me. That wanker didn’t even get a look in.
INT. JAYNE’S OFFICE. DAY.
IN HER OFFICE, A SMALL CUBE WITH ONE GLASS WALL ON A CORRIDOR OF SIMILAR GLASS CUBES, JAYNE TAPS AWAY AT HER KEYBOARD. THERE’S A KNOCK AT THE DOOR BUT HALE DOESN’T WAIT TO BE INVITED IN.
HALE You’ll never guess what I’ve just been handed.
A FOLDER HITS JAYNE’S DESK WITH A SLAP AND SHE SIGHS.
JAYNE A missing person’s report?
HALE’S FINGER TAPS THE FOLDER.
HALE Look, closely.
JAYNE TURNS THE PAGES.
JAYNE A missing person’s report for Richard Arkwright (BEAT) What’s so important about this?
HALE The DNA came back from the lab it had two hits. Irving and this Arkwright guy. Both were reported missing by different women, either our Mr Irving’s got a secret twin…
JAYNE (INTERRUPTING) It’s the same guy. He has a secret life.
HALE And needs funding.
JAYNE If Channing has stopped throwing up suggest it might be beneficial for you to pay. (BEAT AS PAGES FLIP) Mary Turner a visit.