Breda Police Department

Breda Police Department

Scene 1, street, inner city Breda. Twenty BPD squad officers looking at Houtmarkt shopping mall entrance.

Officer 1 (male) : It’s cold today. The shop is overthere, you know?
Officer 2 (male): Yes, I know. Two suspects are still inside. Jesus, I really hate this bullitproof vests.
Officer 1: Never mind. We should be careful! Is there any personnel left?
Officer 2: They left immediately after these guys entered the shop. (inspecting his finger nails). Let's wait for the chief. No rush... (spits white stuff on the ground)
Officer 3 ( female, arriving on bike): Hello! What the f*** is going on here? Nice vest, (smiles to officer 1) So you think you are bulletproof?
Officer 1: Funny. For a woman. (listens to earphone) Okay, so we are going in?
Offfiver 3: Shit. It’s my period! Always!
Officer 1: I'll go first (takes weapon in left hand and walks to shopping mall entrance)
officer 2: Hey lefty! Wait for us! (whispering to officer 3) How's your husband?
Officer 3: (smiles) He didn't find out... (smiles again, highbrow) you really were.... athletic... yesterday...
Officer 1 (calling): Okay, stop talking, you two. Suppose there are still a few hostages inside?
(Office 2 and officer 3 join officer 1. Officer 3 is still on bike)
Officer 2: This is the city of Breda, get it? Nothing to worry about. Even the crooks are made of wallpaper. I bet they are gone with the wind.
Officer 3: (smiling, pointing at goodlooking middle-aged man at the end of street) I think that’s the mayor, Mister Fielding, overthere. Good trumpet player, by the way.
Officer 2: Do you know him?
Officer 3: Not yet (smiles grimly) I can change that!
Officer 2: Please don’t. Maybe this Jack de Vries virus is contagious!
Officer 1: (listens to earphone) Oops. The whole thing is canceled.
Officer 2: Why. It was a mistake?
Officer 3: No, it’s lunchtime for criminals, stupid!
Officer 2: Let's break up and return to the station.
officer 1: Yep... Sorry there is no shoot-out.
Officer 3: Idiot. This is no Maaskantje, you know?
Officer 1: Really? Well, I am an officer of the law. (laughing llama-like) See you tomorrow!
Officer 3: Hope so... By the way... Don't forget your weapon. It’s still in your hand...
Officer 1: Thanks. I almost forgot. (walking to his car) Bye! (gets in the car. Loud shot sounding) Oops!
Officer 3: Bye... (whispers) moron. Just like my husband. (turns to officer 2). Eight o’clock? Tonight?
Officer 2: My place. No handcuffs today.
Officer 3: (smiles and rides away on bike)

End ( police cars are leaving street)