Fades to the front of Hyde. Hyde is interrogating a person we cannot yet see on camera. His hand reaches seemingly to their chest and his other hand is holding his magnum and waving it seemingly towards the other person’s face. By mad, Hyde is seething, in a rage, red in the face, spitting when he shouts. He’s barking like a dog on steroids.
You’re not going to do this a-FUCKING-gain. Never. Fucking never, you fucking cunt. Die, you fucking cunt. You thought you’d fucking get away with this huh? You. Fucking. Cunt. Well you didn’t fucking bet on me and my fucking buddy Sikh and fucking Gunnie fucking emptying himself into your fucking face now. DID YOU?
Leaning calmly towards Hyde, Sikh, as per usual, begins to calm a tense situation, offering his usual logic, relaxing wisdom.
Tracey, you have stopped this person. Well done to you, my friend. Our job is to facilitate the law. And that we have done well. It is not to make it. This person has been caught red handed, and now, we must let the authorities do their work, brother.
Hyde turns his focus back to the detainee and a red mist descends over him once more.
Yeah? Well my fucking buddy here thinks I should fucking well let you go. Hand you over to the authorities. If I don’t fucking stab you in the fucking head, I bet your fucking pension you’ll be right back here next week. Ruining peoples lives through your own selfish behavior. Give me, give me one FUCKING reason why I shouldn’t pop this bitch into your fucking teeth, scoop your fucking teeth up, force them into your eyes. Reload my pistol, shoot a SWASTIKA pattern onto your fucking forehead. Take a picture, post it to your Facebook page, print it out, staple it to your head, reload my fucking piece and empty it into your fucking face. YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT…..
Tracey, please, Enough now. Enough my friend.
Sikh lowers Hyde’s pistol whilst he gasps for air and wipes perspiration from his brow, The camera pulls out to show an elderly woman who has double parked, more than likely because she needs extra room to load her walking frame into her marked disabled vehicle in the supermarket car park.
Our job is done. She is moving her vehicle and the parking attendant has taken a note of her number plate.
As the opening credits roll, the camera further pulls out to show the elderly woman hyper ventilating, looking distraught whilst she struggles to put her shopping into her vehicle, unaided.