The Bent Cop.
A detective high up in the metropolitan police sits at a desk with an angry look across his face, he picks up his desk phone, and dials a number.
SHOT TO:
A police sergeant dressed in riot gear, dancing to 'Club Tropicana' and supping a cocktail through a straw. He answers his mobile.
SERGEANT: Hello?
DETECTIVE: Is that sergeant Cook?
SERGEANT: I can't hear you love, let me move away from the music a minute, yeah.
DETECTIVE: Is that Sergeant Cook?
SERGEANT: It sure is lovie, how can I help?...Koo-ee (waving at a pal across the bar)
DETECTIVE: I have reason to believe that you have committed fraud by keeping class A drugs from evidence, and distributing at your own gain.
SERGEANT: No, not me love, are you sure you have the right Sergeant Cook? You spell mine with an E on the end. Chow darling'.
Detective angrily puts phone down, dials another number.