INT. OPERATING ROOM. DAY.
Agent Jones bursts in pushing a gurney, lying on the gurney is the Russian president who is bleeding badly. Harry, dressed in scrubs and a surgical mask, jumps up from playing Angry Birds on his phone.
Agent Jones: Doctor, this man in the Russian president. The Kremlin believes one of our snipers took him out. If we don’t save him they’ll consider it an act of war and will launch nuclear warheads within the hour.
Harry:Uh, ok.
Agent Jones:Well, come on! Let’s get the bullet out.
Harry:Right.
Harry starts frantically taping at his phone.
Agent Jones:What the hell are you doing?
Harry: Umm, searching Google for ‘how to get bullet out of Russian president’. Does bullet have one ‘L’ or two?
Agent Jones: Google?!
Harrypulls surgical mask down) I’m sorry; I’m just the work experience boy.
Agent Jones:What? Where the hell is Doctor Cunningham?
Harry:He went to Sainsburys for cookies and coffee.
Agent Jones:Cookies and Coffee!?
The president groans and dies.
Agent Jones:No!
Doctor Cunningham strolls in holding a coffee and a bag of cookies.
Dr Cunningham: Hi chaps, anyone want one of these white chocolate and raspberry cookies? Absolutely delicious. (beat, mouthful of cookie) Who’s that then?
Agent Jones:It was the Russian president.
Dr Cunningham: Oh. He looks a bit off colour.
Agent Jones:He’s dead. We’re gonna need a scapegoat.
Dr Cunningham: Yes, the Russian’s will probably want to torture someone over this.
Agent Jones:I’ve got a wife and kids.
Dr Cunningham: I've just taken out a Netflix subscription.
They turn to Harry.
CUT TO:
INT. CORRIDOR. DAY
Two burley men dragging Harry away kicking and screaming
Harry:Nooooooooo…
END