INT. OFFICE. DAY.
A MAN ( SIR ) SITS BEHIND A DESK.
FX: PHONE RINGING.
SIR PUSHES A BUTTON ON HIS PHONE.
SIR:
Yes Miss Coinynotey?
MISS COINYNOTEY:
Sir, Bravespy is here.
SIR:
Ah! Send him in.
A MAN ( BRAVESPY ) ENTERS THE ROOM.
SIR:
Ah! Bravespy. I have a top secret mission. Very delicate situation. Needs a gentle touch.
BRAVESPY:
Of course Sir. I am a professional...always.
SIR:
Quite, quite. Here, look at this.
SIR PASSES BRAVESPY A PIECE OF PAPER.
SIR:
This is a list of classified objects we need you to obtain.
BRAVESPY:
Bread. Mayonaise, Tuna, brackets, in Spring water, Sweetcorn...if poss'.
SIR:
The key to the code will be given to you at this location.
SIR POINTS TO A PLACE ON A MAP ON THE WALL. BRAVESPY WALKS OVER AND TAKES A CLOSER LOOK.
BRAVESPY:
The High Street.
SIR:
You will need to blend in, play it cool. We don't want anyone getting spooked. Here. Take these.
SIR HANDS BRAVESPY SOME COINS.
SIR (cont'd)
Give these to the liaison at the rendevous. She will wait for you by the beeping machine with the flashing lights.
BRAVESPY:
Have you forgotten your lunch again Sir?
SIR:
That is classified information Bravespy.
BRAVESPY:
Sir, the government have spent the last seven years and millions of pounds training me to be the ultimate spy. I deal with diplomacy and death. Not lunch.
SIR:
You might be able to get off with the checkout girl.
BRAVESPY.
I accept the mission.
END.
