Red Right Hand: A PAGE FROM HELLCAT
*He is not a secret agent. Not at all.

 

A PAGE FROM HELLCAT

I scarcely have a moment to post of late.

So, I'm just gonna put up a piece of one of the things what I've been writing that's kept me from writing.

  • INT. INTERVIEW ROOM

  • There’s a laptop on the table displaying security cam video of the events in the Dunkin Donuts. Danny, however, never takes her eyes off McIRVIN SIMMS, Internal Affairs investigator (30s, rack-bought suit). He pauses the video at the point where we just left off.

  • SIMMS
  • You just happened to be wearing your kevlar?

  • DANNY
  • I’m a police, Simms, That’s something we do sometimes. Shouldn’t you know that?

  • SIMMS
  • A plainclothes? With no bulletins, no departmental order to wear--

  • DANNY
  • What’s the big complaint when we get ordered to wear the vests?

  • SIMMS
  • No. This is where I ask and you answer--

  • DANNY
  • --Just - what is it?

  • SIMMS
  • Hot. They’re hot.

  • DANNY
  • What’s the temperature outside?

  • Simms sighs and drops back in his chair.

  • DANNY
  • Yeah. January in Boston. I get to be warm, look good and be bulletproof all at the same time. Next question?

  • SIMMS
  • I already asked it. What happened to Gavin Hewson?

  • Danny hits the play button with irritated force.

  • DANNY
  • Watch it for the 200th time. He came down with an acute case of fire.
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