INT. FBI Offices – Day
We see an elevator, the floor
numbers getting higher. There is a ‘ding’ and the doors open. MARTIN, a 30
something desk jockey, steps out of the doors and ‘spy’ music begins to play.
He is dressed in a leather jacket and aviators along with a shirt, tie and
trousers. He passes a plaque on the wall reading ‘FBI Office 2’ and begins to
walk through the office. He passes his co-workers, winking and clicking his
fingers at them. They have little to no reaction, looking uninterested or confused.
He continues until he reaches his seat where he sits down and the music is cut
off. He removes his leather jacket and sunglasses, killing his ‘cool’ image. He
begins to type on his keyboard while we hear stereotypical office noises in the
background; keyboards, printers etc. NEIL walks up to Martin’s cubicle.
NEIL
Hey, you hear about the Moretti case?
MARTIN
What about it?
NEIL
They busted them last night! Some drug deal in a warehouse
downtown
MARTIN
No way! They got them? Who made it?
NEIL
The arrest? Frank and Johnny, those guys are like heroes man
MARTIN
7 years and they finally got them, think of the praise they’re
gonna get
NEIL
One job and they’re gonna get more than we’ll ever get in our
lifetime sitting at these desks
MARTIN
Right? If only we could
be the guys out there making arrests, huh?
NEIL
If only. And on that note I’ve got to get back to my tedious,
mind-numbing paperwork.
They laugh. Neil goes to leave but
turns back around.
Oh, by the way, the captain wanted to speak to you.
MARTIN
Oh, this ought to be good.
Martin gets up and approaches the
captain’s office. Just before he enters Neil shouts to him.
NEIL
Hey! If you’re fired I’m getting your desk!
Martin laughs and goes into the
room.
