SET IN AN UNSPECIFIED INNER CITY POLICE STATION
A GROUP OF HIGH RANKING POLICE OFFICERS MINGLE IN THE OFFICE, CHATTING ABOUT NOTHING AND LAUGHING WHEN SUDDENLY THE DESK SERGEANT ARRIVES, CLUTCHING SOME FILES WITH A STERN LOOK ON HIS FACE. THE OTHER OFFICERS STOP AND LOOK AT HIM APPREHENSIVELY.
DESK SERGEANT (tensely, shaking)
The seventies called... they want their trainers back.
THE ROOM IS FILLED WITH GASPS AND GROANS, ONE MAN PUTS HIS GUN IN HIS MOUTH AND PULLS THE TRIGGER, CAUSING TOTAL UPROAR. SOMEONE SCREAMS, "HOW THE FUCK DID HE HAVE A GUN?" THE DESK SERGEANT NODS SOLEMNLY AMIDST THE CHAOS. SUDDENLY, TWO SUAVE, WELL DRESSED AND SUITED OFFICERS WITH QUIFFS AND SHADES
STAND UP, RESULTING IN THE ROOM'S SILENCE.
THE TWO TOGETHER (loud, confident)
We'll take the case!
CUT TO A MONTAGE BEGINNING WITH THE TWO MEN STRUTTING DOWN A BUSY STREET, BUZZING WITH URBAN NIGHTLIFE VIBRANCY, THEY NOD AT OTHERS, SMILING. CUT TO THEM DOING POORLY EXECUTED FORWARD ROLES IN A CLOTHES OUTLET STORE. CUT TO THEM ON THE STREET ONCE MORE, ONE OF THEM TOUCHING A MANS TRACKSUIT AND PATTING HIS SHOULDER, SMILING AT HIM AS HE PASSES, CAMERA REVEALS THE TRACKSUIT GUY IS ABUSING A HOMELESS MAN MERCILESSLY. CUT TO ONE HOLDING THE OTHER BACK AS HE POINTS A GUN AT A KID WITH TRAINERS THAT HAVE FLASHING LIGHTS. CUT TO THEM BOTH LAUGHING WITH THE TRACKSUIT GUY, ALL KICKING THE HOMELESS MAN. CUT TO THEM THROWING EGGS AT OXFAM. CUT TO THEM SMILING AT THE CAMERA AS THE WORDS 'FASHION POLICE: SEASON 14' FADE INTO VIEW.
INTERIOR, CAR
THE TWO MEN DRIVE AS ONE GRABS A BOTTLE OF WHISKEY FROM THE COMPARTMENT UNDER THE DASHBOARD.
D.I. HARRIS (driving)
Blake, are you seriously going to start drinking on duty?
BLAKE STARTS DRINKING
D.I. HARRIS (cont.)
Then pour me a goddamn shot!
EXTERIOR OF A VINTAGE CLOTHES STORE CALLED, 'THE SEVENTIES'
ONE OF THE FASHION POLICE IS QUESTIONING THE OWNER ON THE PAVEMENT OUTSIDE OF THE STORE
D.I. BLAKE (deep and casual)
D.I. Blake, pleasure, pleasure. Love the hair, really do. Seriously, love
the hair. Love it. More than my children, and I have like, 16 children. Anyway.
THE WOMAN LOOKS CONFUSED
D.I. BLAKE (cont.)
You've had some stock stolen, I believe.
WOMAN (confused)
I'm not sure tha-
D.I. BLAKE.
You know, I found out one of them was selling drugs, so I went to the foster home and punched him right in his face. His stupid little face. Like this.
D.I. BLAKE SLOWLY RAISES A FIST AND PRESSES IT AGAINST THE WOMAN'S NOSE, SLOWLY SAYING, "BOOP" AS HE DOES, THE WOMAN RUNS AWAY AND THE OTHER
INSPECTOR TAPS HIM OF THE BACK
D.I. HARRIS
Come on, Blake, she's ready to talk to us. Let's go inside. Was that a witness? Did you get anything?
THE BOTH STARE AT EACH OTHER FOR A WHILE, THEN BURST OUT LAUGHING
D.I. BLAKE
Seriously I'm f**king wasted.
CUT TO SHOP INTERIOR
D.I. HARRIS
Hello ma'am my name is D.I. Harris, like to ask you a few questions. Is it okay for my friend here to look about the store while I do that?
SHOP OWNER
Absolutely, anything you need let me know now dear.
D.I. BLAKE STUMBLES OUT OF VIEW
D.I. HARRIS
So, we've been told you had some stock stolen.
WOMAN (concerned)
Yes, an entire crate of trainers.
D.I. HARRIS
My God. Allow me to confer with my partner.
HARRIS MAKES HIS WAY TO THE DRESSING ROOMS, REVEALING BLAKE ADJUSTING THE BOWTIE ON A TUXEDO HE IS GOING TO STEAL
D.I. BLAKE
How does it look?
D.I. HARRIS
Nice, yeah, really nice. Look, we're out of our depth here.
D.I. BLAKE
I punched my child in his stupid little face. Did you know that?
D.I. HARRIS
Literally? You tell me that every f**king day.
MONTAGE OF BLAKE SAYING THAT IN DIFFERENT SITUATIONS, INCLUDING:
. DRUNKEN BEST MAN SPEECH FOR HARRIS.
. SAFARI.
. COURT CASE FOR CHILD ABUSE.
D.I. BLAKE
I don't recall. Look man, this place sucks, can't we get wasted and abuse
our power?
D.I. HARRIS
I'm not sure about that, we did that yesterday.
D.I. BLAKE
We could racially discriminate.
D.I. HARRIS
Any other day you know I'd love that, but there was a crime committed here and we need to solve it. The problem is I don't really know how to do that. What's the f**king procedure?
D.I. BLAKE
I don't f**king know, dude. I'm just waiting to stumble upon the underground child sex dungeon that makes my career. I'll be all over the news. A f**king hero.
D.I. HARRIS
Don't you think we all dream of child sex rings? Come on, let's do some actual policing.
D.I. BLAKE
Are you f**king with me?
D.I. HARRIS
Of course I am. You believed me for a second didn't you!
D.I. BLAKE
Yes, you were very convincing, very convincing. So, we're just gonna arrest
her aren't we.
D.I. HARRIS
Standard procedure.
THE TWO MARCH OUT OF THE DRESSING ROOM AND TACKLE OWNER, ARRESTING HER. NEWSPAPER HEADLINES APPEARING ON SCREEN REVEAL THAT ALTHOUGH THE WOMAN WAS NOT BEHIND THE STOLEN TRAINERS, FURTHER INVESTIGATION LED TO A CHILD SEX RING BEING DISCOVERED BELOW THE STORE, WITH BLAKE AND HARRIS BEING PRAISED AS "STYLISH HEROES."
CUT TO CLIPS OF INTERVIEW WITH BLAKE ON SCENE, WEARING THE TUXEDO
D.I. BLAKE (drunk)
I've always dreamt of this really-
CUT
And then I punched him, right in his stupid little face.
CUT
Well I got this from Saville Row.
CUT
I'm the f**king law you bastard.
END.