Meat Crimes - Scene 2

SCENE 2:

INT. POLICE STATION - DAY

Shank and Brisket slump into their worn-out chairs at their cluttered desks. Brisket starts flipping through a stack of paperwork, muttering about the unpaid restaurant bill.

BRISKET Sarge, we really should go back and settle that bill. I don't want the cafe owner thinking we're dodgy detectives.

Shank waves him off, his mind clearly elsewhere.

SHANK Forget about the bill, Brisket. We've got a report to write. Wagstaff will have our hides if it's not on his desk by 4 PM.

Brisket nods, reluctantly putting the unpaid bill out of his mind. They both begin typing up their standard report on the "incident" at the butcher's van.

CUT TO:

INT. POLICE STATION - LATER

Shank sits hunched over his desk, surrounded by scattered papers and a cup of lukewarm coffee. He can't shake the feeling that there's more to the butcher's van than meets the eye.

BRISKET (finishing his report) There we go, Sarge. All done.

Shank grunts in acknowledgement but continues to stare at his computer screen, lost in thought.

BRISKET (CONT'D) (squinting) Sarge, why are you so fixated on that butcher's van? It was just a regular delivery, nothing dodgy.

SHANK (muttering) I don't know, Brisket. Something doesn't add up. Wagstaff said it himself – the Special Brunch detail. It's too coincidental.

Brisket looks sceptical, but he's used to Shank's hunches leading somewhere.

BRISKET (perplexed) Coincidental? We're talking about brunch, Sarge. Not a top-secret mission.

Shank leans back in his creaky chair, eyes narrowing.

SHANK (resolute) Sometimes, Brisket, the best place to hide something is right in front of your nose. I can smell a conspiracy brewing, and it's not just the sausages.

Brisket raises an eyebrow, unsure whether to take Shank seriously or chalk it up to another one of his wild theories.

BRISKET (skeptical) You really think there's more to this brunch thing?

SHANK (nodding) Mark my words, Brisket. We might be onto something big, something that goes beyond bacon and eggs.

The two detectives exchange a glance, and Shank goes back to typing up his report, determined to unravel the mystery of the seemingly innocuous butcher's van.

FADE OUT.