ONE OF THE THINGS I'VE BEEN WORKING ON OF LATE

• INT. INVESTIGATIVE SERVICES BULLPEN - NIGHT
  
• Luther rolls back in his chair, stopped by the desk behind him, which belongs to a buried-in-paperwork Swerve.
  
• LUTHER
  
• First day, no calls.
  
• Swerve looks up. Time to go. Drops everything where it is and gets his coat on.
  
• LUTHER
  
• Don’t get me wrong. I’m all about a day's work, but no crime is a good thing.
  
• Swerve doesn’t even acknowledge his existence.
  
• LUTHER
  
• Right?
  
• SWERVE
  
• Yeah. I find that solving crimes gets in the way of police work.
  
• Lifts up a sheaf of reports and drops them back on his desk.
  
• LUTHER
  
• (polite chuckle)
  
• Right.
  
• Takes his jacket off the back of his chair.
  
• SWERVE
  
• Where you going?
  
• LUTHER
  
• Home?
  
• SWERVE
  
• Nope. You got dangle duty.
  
• LUTHER
  
• Is that something I need to see a doctor about?
  
• SWERVE
  
• You see anybody else here?
  
• Luther realizes that the next shift has not arrived.
  
• LUTHER
  
• I--
  
• SWERVE
  
• You’re the new guy, so the next shift’s taking their time rolling in. Any calls come in before they get here, and they’re yours.
  
• PHONE RINGS. Swerve laughs.
  
• SWERVE
  
• That’s you, new guy. Good news, you’re picking up some O.T. Bad news, you’re not seeing your bed tonight.
  
• Swerve marches to the door.
  
• SWERVE
  
• Have fun, junior.
  
• Luther reluctantly answers the phone.