Next morning. Maggie sees PJ walking to work and runs after him.
Maggie: Godd morning detective
PJ: Mmmmm
Maggie: Still in a grupm are we?
PJ: All I wanted was a drink with some intelligent conversation
Maggie: Oh, please…
PJ: Oh, get out. All they could talk about was that dippy film.
Maggie: No they didn’t at all
PJ: Hang on, there is something about you doyle.
Maggie: Oh? What?
PJ: You have the most remarkable eyes
Maggie: (laughs) I see. You know, jealousy in grown men is quite pathetic
PJ: Oh yeah?
Maggie nods and smiles.
In the station. Dash is talking to Maggie
Dash: Well, well, there’ll be plenty of action when they make that movie around here - like men under 30 who are only half ugly and can string more than 2 words together.
Adam looks up and puts his hands in the air.
Adam: Come on…
Dash: Come on, perfect example
Adam: Get stuffed
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Dash: Get stuffed, you’re just digging a hole for yourself baby, you know that…
PJ: McKinley, don’t expect that film to be made. Not with those sleezes making it
Maggie: Well, it takes one to know one
PJ: Ah, Doyle. You may have remarkable eyes but my detective antennae are bristling.
Maggie: Detective antennae?
PJ: Highest level of a coppers instinct.
At the pub. PJ and Maggie are at a table eating chips
PJ: Well, it doesn’t look like Mt Thomas is going to turn into the Hollywood of the Southern Hemishpere eh?
Maggie: It’s a bit of a shame you know. It was kinda fun after all wasn’t it?
PJ: But my antennae were right about the Vaughns
Maggie drops the chip that she was holding.
Maggie: There, there, there is something about you. You have the most remarkable eyes…