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EXT. HARLESDEN JUBILEE CLOCK - NIGHT. It is raining and cars, buses, vans and trucks are passing by as a car pulls up near Harlesden Jubilee Clock. DR PETER TOWNLEY (56, balding, a bit stocky) gets out of his car, walks to the boot and opens it. We can see the body of a young man with his right leg cut off.... JOHN DOE has long dark hair, brown eyes and his wearing a black leather jacket over a red and green check shirt and a Nirvana T-shirt, blue jeans and a black ankle boot on his left foot. (We believe that he would have one on his right foot if his leg was still attached) Dr Townley drags the corpse to the clock and covers it in a brown wool blanket and nods. Dr Townley then sighs. Drained. And we see how much energy it takes to keep the stiff from being found the next day.
EXT. HARLESDEN JUBILEE CLOCK - DAY. Mod Lewis is running ahead of his best friend DC Dangerous Davis who is panting as he runs behind.
MOD: Come on, Dangerous, keep up.
DANGEROUS: How many bloody times, Mod? You know I hate running.
MOD: You're joking me, right?
DANGEROUS: We both know it's been 3 months since the Bitch left for New York.
MOD: Come on then.
DANGEROUS: I am hurrying up, you sound like my moronic superior.
A few minutes later, they round the corner as Willesden CID, Harlesden CID and EMTs fill the alley along with LOOKIE-LOOS and the STAFF from any work places. An ambulance speeds away from the scene, lights flashing and siren wailing. DS STEVE PIMLOTT and DC DARREN BARRETT get briefed by DI RAY APSINALL who appears to be drained.
ASPINALL: EMT said he had bruises which seem to be post-mortem, a mark around his neck as if he was strangled with a scarf and get this, his right leg was cut off below the knee-- (indicates to John Doe's right knee. The jeans are covered in blood)
PIMLOTT: How old is this kid?
ASPINALL: I'm saying he's somewhere between 16 to 18 years old.
BARRETT: We know where he came from?
ASPINALL: (indicates towards Harlesden Library) The library nearby. They said he works there. Name's Michael Paolo Corcetti. (indicates objects scattered on the ground) We got a bag here, car keys there, his mobile's been smashed to bits --
PIMLOTT: How about a witness?
BARRETT: Those girls over there. (motions to a REDHAIRED GIRL and a BLONDE GIRL (both of whom are 18 years old) sitting by the clock watched over by a uniformed officer. The redhead is wearing a blue denim jacket over a Darkness T-shirt, blue jeans and light green Conserves while the blonde is in a pink jacket, matching skirt, white blouse and matching pumps.
ASPINALL: (cont'd) The blonde threw up but the redhead says she saw it go down.
Pimlott gives Barrett a 'heads up, here comes trouble' look. Barrett turns around to see Mod and Dangerous running as Aspinall crosses to the girls.
PIMLOTT: Don't look now, Darren but look who's here.
BARRETT: Why on his day off? (calls to Dangerous as Mod steps out of the way) Dangerous, watch out for the--
Dangerous slips on the vomit and ends up skidding past Pimlott and Barrett and lands on top of Aspinall.
ASPINALL: Who's the fat arse on top of me?
Pimlott and Barrett laugh.
DANGEROUS: Sorry, Guv, my fault.
ASPINALL: Get off me, Dangerous.
Dangerous does so but Pimlott and Barrett laugh again but this time, they are laughing at Dangerous's rear end.
DANGEROUS: What's so funny?
ASPINALL: Help me up too while you're at it.
DANGEROUS: Certainly. (helps Aspinall to his feet as Pimlott and Barrett laugh once again)
BARRETT: Dangerous is a fat load.
PIMLOTT AND BARRETT: (TOGETHER) Dangerous is a fat load.
DANGEROUS: I'm not fat.
PIMLOTT: Look out or Dangerous'll crush you with his fat arse.
DANGEROUS: That's it. (storms over to slap Pimlott and Barrett but Aspinall stops him by grabbing his arm)
ASPINALL: Dangerous, no.
Pimlott and Barrett walk over to the girls.
PIMLOTT: How're you doing, ladies? You saw what happened to that boy?
REDHEAD: We're fine but we only saw him earlier this morning.
BARRETT: Look, girls, do you know who'd do this to an amputee? I always figured that he'd look like a Def Leppard reject 'cause I had hair like that in my teens.
BLONDE: (a beat, then --) That bloke looked about the same age as us. I knew the scarf 'cause it was one of those new sparkly ones from Primark.
PIMLOTT: Bloody teenagers. (to the girls) You see the person who did this?
REDHEAD: No. But the bloke, he coulda been an amputee or something. That's all.
BARRETT: Okay, thank you. (aside to Uni) Take the girls down the street to Subway, get them a sandwich each and don't let them out of your sight. (hands the Uni a couple of bucks, then joins Aspinall who, along with Dangerous and Pimlott, are looking through Mike's bag.
DANGEROUS: Michael wasn't 18 years old, he was 27 years old.
ASPINALL: Homicide.
MOD: If you're so sure. (walks off)
ASPINALL: You're Mod Lewis, right?
MOD: (stops on one foot) Yes, sir.
ASPINALL: You're hired for the cleaner's job.
Mod smiles at this and this also make Dangerous smile that his friend has finally got a serious job.