Hot Fuzz2007

Met Inspector:
(sliding into the desk, next to the Met Sergeant) Hello, Nicholas. How's the hand?

Nicholas Angel:
It's still a bit stiff.

Met Inspector:
And how are things at home?

Nicholas Angel:
I'm sorry, sir?

Met Inspector:
(jovially) How's Janine?

(The Met Sergeant coughs.)

Nicholas Angel:
We're no longer together, sir.

Met Inspector:
Right, well, then where are you living?

Met Sergeant:
(leans over to Met Inspector; quietly) He's staying at the Section House, sir.

Met Inspector:
With the recruits?

Met Sergeant:
(looks into Nicholas's eyes) Yes, he's living out of cardboard boxes.

Met Inspector:
Well then, you're packed already. Nicholas, we're offering you a smashing position with a delightful cottage in a lovely little place that has I think has won Village of the Year...I don't know how many times. It'll be good for you.

Nicholas Angel:
(beat, then) I...don't really know what to say.

Met Inspector:
"Yes"?

Met Sergeant:
(arrogantly) "Yes, thank you"? (He laughs briefly.)

(Nicholas says nothing. The Met Inspector and Met Sergeant are grinning at him.)

Nicholas Angel:
(shakes his head slowly) No, I'm sorry. I'm gonna have to...

Met Inspector:
You want to...take this higher? (points up)

Nicholas Angel:
(realising that's what he wants) Yes, yes, I do.

Met Inspector:
You want me to bother the Chief Inspector about this? [indicates the phone]

Nicholas Angel:
Yes.

Met Inspector:
You want me to get the Chief Inspector to come all the way down here?

Nicholas Angel:
Yes, I do.

Met Inspector:
Okay. [shrugs reluctantly, reaches for the desk phone, then shouts, off to his right] Kenneth!

[The Chief Inspector immediately enters from a sliding glass door, to the left of Nicholas and to the right of the Met Sergeant and Met Inspector.]