Polly and Vicky are casually driving down a deserted street. It has been a very quiet shift.

PC Hagen:

Poll, you've got to come out with us tonight. You haven't been out on the town for ages.

Amused, Polly raises an eyebrow.

PC Page:

No, but I've heard the stories.

Polly giggles.

PC Hagen:

You have to come. It's a top night out.

PC Page:

Who else will be there?

PC Hagen:

I put the word around, and so far Tony, George, Di and Gary have agreed to join us.

PC Page:

So it's a work thing?

Vicky looks seriously at Polly.

PC Hagen:

Not exactly, I've invited a few extras. A couple of real nice guys too.

Polly appears interested.

PC Page:

Where is this little event gonna take place?

PC Hagen:

There's this new night-club on Siskin Road. It's really hip!

PC Page:

What time?

PC Hagen:

About eight.

PC Page:

Fine, how about I pick you up, yeah?

PC Hagen:

Oh, that'd be great! Thanks, Poll. I always take ages to fix my hair anyway. I'd never make it if I had to trek all the way to your place first.

PC Page:

Sure, I'll pick you up about seven-thirty, uh, Vicky?

Their conversation is drawn back towards the pursuit of a speeding car.

Vicky hears the doorbell ring and quickly checks her reflection in the bedroom mirror.

PC Hagen:

Polly, hi! Come in, just fixing my lippy.

PC Page:

I love what you've done with your hair!

Vicky looks smug.

PC Hagen:

Thanks, Polly, and that colour just looks great on you.

PC Page:

Thanks. So, who else is coming tonight?

PC Hagen:

Pete's coming. He's that guy I met last week at the real estate break-in. His mate Jerry will be there too. He's a DJ.

PC Page:

A DJ? Makes a nice change!

PC Hagen:

Oh, Poll. He's just divine. Actually, I hope he notices me tonight. He's so gorgeous!

PC Page:

Who, Pete or Jerry? I thought you were hooking up with Pete?

Vicky looks sheepish.

PC Hagen:

Well�

PC Page:

Ah, I see. Either way, just leave one of 'em for me, will ya!

PC Hagen:

Sure, Polly, what are friends for?

Polly manages to drag Vicky to the car and head for the night-club.

Polly and Vicky make their way over to the gathering party.

PC Stamp:

My my, you two do scrub up well for a couple of plonks!

Tony hands them both drinks as Vicky flutters her eyelashes.

PC Hagen:

Ta, Tone, you don't look half bad yourself!

PC Page:

Yeah, little bow tie and all. I'm amazed!

Tony smiles cheekily. Jerry swaggers over to the Sun Hill group.

Jerry Granger:

Hiya Vicky! You're looking great tonight. Introduce me to your mates?

PC Hagen:

Jerry, this is Polly, Tony, Di and Gary. Everyone, this is Jerry.

Jerry smiles.

PC Page:

So, a DJ. That must be tiring. You get much sleep?

Jerry Granger:

I'm a professional. I'm used to the late hours. I look forward to spending the day in bed.

Polly smiles intriguingly.

Jerry Granger:

So girls, can I buy you a drink?

PC Page:

I'm right for the moment, thanks.

Jerry Granger:

Oh, come on, surely you fancy something?

Polly quickly polishes off her drink.

PC Page:

If you insist. Surprise me.

Jerry returns in a few minutes with drinks for Poll and Vicky.

PC Page:

So how did you get into the music industry?

Jerry Granger:

I worked for a record company in the city.

PC Page:

Wow, and then just kinda got into private work?

Jerry gazes into Polly's eyes. She blushes.

Jerry Granger:

Yeah, but you don't wanna really hear about what I do. I wanna hear everything about you.

PC Page:

Well, I work with Vicky, but you already knew that.

Jerry Granger:

And I bet you're just terrific with all those thieves and blaggers. Bet you're a real tough copper.

Jerry winks at Polly.

PC Page:

Oh, so you do know what we do?

Polly smiles brightly.

PC Page:

I had no idea what she'd told you.

Jerry Granger:

No, Pete mentioned something about inviting a lovely plonk to the club and I just guessed from there.

PC Page:

Yeah, well, a job's a job. It has its moments.

Jerry finishes the last of his drink.

PC Page:

It's getting kinda late, isn't it?

Jerry Granger:

You reckon? What about just one last drink, eh?

Jerry smiles an irresistible smile at Polly, who looks across the room and sees Vicky thoroughly enjoying herself with Pete and nods.

PC Page:

Sure.

Jerry returns with the drinks, which they quickly polish off.

PC Page:

Well, now I'd really better head off. I've got work tomorrow, and it'll take me that long to work off this upcoming hangover.

Jerry checks Polly out from head to toe and decides he might be in with a chance.

Jerry Granger:

You don't exactly look like you're gonna be able to get yourself home in that condition.

PC Page:

You've probably got a point there, I'll get a cab.

Jerry smiles charmingly once again.

Jerry Granger:

Don't be silly, I can drop you off and get a cab from your place.

Polly hesitates, the thick veil of alcohol still not concealing his motives.

PC Page:

You really don't have to, and anyway, I have to drop Vicky off.

Jerry Granger:

She looks like she's up for a late night wouldn't you say?

Polly throws a look at Vicky, who is deep in dance.

PC Page:

Yeah, hang on.

Polly makes her way over to Vicky.

PC Page:

Vicky, I'm gonna head off, need a lift?

PC Hagen:

Poll, I'm up for a late night. I'll grab a cab later, yeah?

PC Page:

Right, well, Jerry's gonna drop me off home, so I'll see ya tomorrow.

PC Hagen:

Good luck, and yeah, tomorrow!

Vicky chuckles as Polly rolls her eyes and makes her way to the door, with Jerry trailing behind. Jerry glances back at the group and gives a huge grin.

PC Page:

Right, this is me then.

Jerry turns to Polly and flashes a lovely smile:

Jerry Granger:

So, any chance of a coffee?

Polly sighs, looking at him awkwardly.

Jerry Granger:

I had a really good time tonight, that's all.

Jerry puts on his most innocent expression. Polly smiles, defeated.

PC Page:

Yeah, I guess so.

The pair exit the car and enter her flat.

Polly stumbles into the locker room, opens her locker door and quickly starts changing. Vicky looks over, noticing her lack of motor skills this morning.

PC Hagen:

Polly?

PC Page:

Huh? Oh, afternoon, Vicky.

Vicky buttons her shirt up.

PC Hagen:

So, what did you get up to last night?

Polly closes her locker door, fixing up her shirt.

PC Page:

Oh, nothing. You?

PC Hagen:

Well, Pete was, shall we say, a flop! What about Jerry? He was cute!

PC Page:

Nah, nothing. He just dropped me home.

PC Hagen:

Oh, that all?

Vicky smiles cheekily. Polly clips her utility belt around her waist, as she tries to brush Vicky off.

PC Page:

Yes, that's it.

PC Hagen:

Oh, that's good! I didn't want to say last night, but I kind of fancied Jerry, so I might take him up on his offer if nothing happened with you guys?

Polly pauses, then continues combing her hair.

PC Page:

Oh, you did? Yeah, well, he's not exactly my cuppa tea, so you're welcome to him!

Vicky looks smug.

PC Hagen:

Oh, I didn't think he was your type!

PC Page:

Nah, not really. Right, well, we'd better get out there then, eh?

PC Hagen:

Yeah, I guess. You sure you're okay? You look terrible!

Vicky laughs.

PC Page:

Yeah, I guess I overdid it last night. Got one hell of a hangover, but it should clear up. You? I mean, you were putting it away pretty good too last night.

PC Hagen:

I don't get hangovers!

PC Page:

No, of course not, Vicky.

Polly forces a smile.

PC Hagen:

Worked it off, anyhow!

Vicky laughs as the pair head out the corridor towards the briefing room.

The relief are drowning their collective sorrows in a third round of drinks.

Sgt. Ackland:

I tell you, the credit card bill I got the other day, I came within an inch of cutting the thing up! It's ridiculous, interest on this, fees on that.

PC Stamp:

That's nothing, at least you can afford a credit card. I had to save for six months to get this new stereo. By the time I got the money together, it'd gone out of stock, and I had to cough up another fifty quid for the later model!

PC Quinnan:

Hey, be happy the pair of you are talking about figures this side of a thousand quid. The trouble I've had with Skase's car.

Vicky returns with the next round of drinks, downing hers in one swig.

PC Hagen:

Gaw'd you guys are miserable. There's more to life than money, ya know!

Tony chuckles.

PC Stamp:

And you'd know, right, Vicks?

Vicky flutters her eyelids.

PC Rickman:

Oh please don't go here, guys. That's more depressing than Dave's car or Tony's stereo put together.

Sgt. Ackland:

I'll second that, Cass.

June takes a large mouthful of her scotch.

PC Hagen:

That's it the both of you. You're both coming out with me and Poll next Friday.

PC Rickman:

Yeah? So last night was successful was it Vicks?

Vicky nods through a huge grin.

PC Stamp:

I'm surprised Vicky remembers anything about last night. The amount of booze I saw the pair of you down, I don't know how you managed to show up for work today.

Vicky glances over at Polly.

PC Hagen:

It wasn't that bad, was it, Poll?

Polly glances up from her drink, putting on a cheerful expression.

PC Page:

Nah, guess not.

June smiles over at Cass.

Sgt. Ackland:

Sure, count us in Vicks. Cass?

Cass replies excitedly.

PC Rickman:

For sure.

The light conversation carries on for several minutes, everyone gradually finishing their drinks.

Sgt. Ackland:

Well, that's me done. I'll see you all tomorrow then.

PC Stamp:

Yeah, same for me actually. Fancy a lift June?

Sgt. Ackland:

Sure, thanks Tony.

June smiles at the group, before grabbing her bag and making her way out the door after Tony. After a few more moments, Vicky stands awkwardly, and announces that she'd better get some sleep to make up for last night.

PC Quinnan:

Like that, is it?

Vicky grins as she heads out to her car. Gary and Cass contemplate getting another round, but Polly decides to head home.

PC Rickman:

Come on, Poll, just another round?

PC Page:

Nah, I'm exhausted, and I don't think assaulting me liver any further is gonna help matters. See ya tomorrow though.

PC Quinnan:

Yeah, you've got a point there. Best be heading off too.

Dave and Polly head outside, leaving Cass and Gary to work on their hangovers.

PC Quinnan:

Poll, I can drop ya off if ya want. The car's actually running, so I wouldn't mind showing it off.

Dave grins, as Polly contemplates the heavy rain that begins falling.

PC Page:

That'd be great, thanks.

Polly does her best to appear in a good mood, as they commence the drive.

PC Quinnan:

Check it out, eh? Runs like a dream.

PC Page:`

Yeah, lovely.

Dave glances across at her.

PC Quinnan:

What's up, Poll? Hard shift?

PC Page:

Nah, quite easy really. Just two shoplifters and a disturbance. It's more last night, I reckon.

Dave laughs.

PC Quinnan:

Yeah, I got the stories from Vicky. Apparently the pair of you had a right old time.

Polly raises an eyebrow.

PC Page:

Yeah, guess so.

Dave frowns, trying to figure out what's behind Polly's glumness.

PC Quinnan:

What? You didn't enjoy it?

PC Page:

Oh, I dunno. I mean, yeah, it was okay.

PC Quinnan:

But what? Vicky told me you met some great DJ guy.

PC Page:

She did? Yeah, well, he wasn't so great by the time you spent three hours with him, and between you get through more alcohol than the group just had back there.

PC Quinnan:

Oh, so the night didn't exactly go according to plan?

PC Page:

It depends on whose plan you were working from. I'm thinking it went fine according to Vicky's, but I prefer to actually be in a state of mind to make decisions, not just leave it up to some sleazy single-minded jerk.

Dave becomes a little suspicious.

PC Quinnan:

Trying it on, was he?

PC Page:

You could say that, yeah.

PC Quinnan:

Well, some blokes can be like that. Especially if they are mates with Vicky.

PC Page:

I guess so. I probably shoulda been a little more prepared.

PC Quinnan:

Prepared? Did he take advantage?

Polly sighs.

PC Page:

It wasn't all his fault. I mean, I was pretty far gone, it's just, I dunno, it's stupid. Forget it, yeah?

PC Quinnan:

If that's what you want. Give it a few days and you will have forgotten him.

PC Page:

I know, but that's kinda the problem, he meant it to be a one night thing, I reckon.

Polly sighs.

PC Page:

Sorry, I shouldn't be putting this on you.

PC Quinnan:

No, I'm all ears if you wanna talk.

PC Page:

It's just that I can't exactly talk about all this with Vicky, she'll say I brought it all on meself. I guess I did in a way, but, well, I'm more angry at her than I am at Jerry.

PC Quinnan:

But Jerry is the one that's at fault. Other than introducing you, what has Vicks got to do with it?

Dave pulls up outside her flat.

PC Page:

Well, she already knew him. I guess I thought she woulda known what he'd be like.

PC Quinnan:

She knows what you are like too, Poll and probably thought that you would see through him if you didn't like him.

PC Page:

I dunno, maybe.

Polly sighs and grabs her bag as she opens the car door.

PC Quinnan:

Do you want to talk about it, Poll? I can come in if you like?

PC Page:

Yeah? I mean, I guess it'd help to get this off me chest.

PC Quinnan:

I don't mind, you'd do the same for me.

PC Page:

Thanks.

Polly and Dave exit the car and head into her flat.

PC Quinnan:

So what's bothering you so much about this guy? I mean, he shouldn't be worth thinking about. We all make mistakes.

Polly makes the coffee and they head into the lounge.

PC Page:

Yeah. I know, it wouldn't have bothered me if I had chosen to go that far.

PC Quinnan:

Did you tell him to stop though?

PC Page:

It wasn't as if I didn't wanna go along with it completely. It just happened so quickly, I mean, I barely knew the guy, and well, ya know how it is. You don't wanna get labelled.

PC Quinnan:

Yeah, I can understand that, but no-one would label you.

PC Page:

I dunno. It didn't bother Vicky cause she ended up in the same situation anyway, but, well, nah, I'll get over it, I guess.

PC Quinnan:

No-one is judging you, it is yourself that you have to feel comfortable with, and you don't, do you?

Polly sighs awkwardly.

PC Page:

We all make mistakes, we all let ourselves down sometimes, don't we?

PC Quinnan:

You can say that again!

PC Page:

I suppose, well, last night was a one off.

PC Quinnan:

And there's nothing to be ashamed of, Poll.

PC Page:

I can't really blame anyone for last night, except meself. I did go there with an attitude, I suppose. I went there with a purpose.

PC Quinnan:

Well, it gets like that sometimes.

PC Page:

Tell me about it. It seems to be getting more like that all the time though. I mean, five years ago, I'd go out with Deb and them all, just observe, ya know. Now, it's like every guy I meet, I'm sizing him up for a long term relationship! It's pathetic!

PC Quinnan:

Well, we are all looking for the right person!

PC Page:

Yeah, it just seems the more I try, the more difficult it is.

PC Quinnan:

He'll come along, Poll. You're quite a catch!

Polly raises an eyebrow.

PC Page:

Nah, I'm a boring plonk. I don't have any interests outside of the job.

PC Quinnan:

Yeah, but you aren't the same as the other plonks, are you? You are special!

Polly is sceptical.

PC Page:

What makes you say that?

PC Quinnan:

I dunno, that's just how I feel.

Polly looks at him strangely, not quite sure how to take that.

PC Page:

You what?

PC Quinnan:

You heard me.

PC Page:

Yeah, but, I, um, I did?

PC Quinnan:

I don't know how to say this, Polly, but you are special. I have always felt like this, I never thought it would be reciprocated.

Polly pauses, not believing what she is hearing.

PC Page:

How can you say that? What makes you think I wouldn't feel the same way?

PC Quinnan:

Well, you don't, do you?

Polly pauses before continuing.

PC Page:

I didn�t say that, I thought we were mates, that's all.

PC Quinnan:

If that is how you want it, forget I said anything.

Polly is defensive.

PC Page:

I didn't say that. I thought that's what you wanted.

PC Quinnan:

You know what I want, Poll.

PC Page:

What?

PC Quinnan:

Well, you.

Polly looks up at him in anticipation. Dave moves in on Polly. Polly turns towards him. Dave kisses Polly deeply. Polly moves her arm around his neck, as she falls back against the sofa.

Polly and Vicky enter the canteen and grab some food, sitting down to eat.

PC Hagen:

Are you gonna come to the club tonight?

Polly seems distracted.

PC Page:

Oh, I doubt it, Vicks, sorry.

PC Hagen:

Polly! Come on, this is the second week in a row you've said no. You promised. There's this really nice guy I want to meet up with. I need you there.

Polly sighs.

PC Page:

I'm really not up for it, okay?

Vicky slams her cup back down on the saucer. Polly nearly jumps out of her skin.

PC Page:

What! Jeez, look, Tone'll be up for it, ask him.

PC Hagen:

No! He'll get in the way. That's all I need.

Polly starts to get annoyed with Vicky.

PC Page:

Look, will you just stop whining about it!

Vicky senses that something's really bothering Polly and looks at her more closely.

PC Page:

What?

PC Hagen:

Are you okay? You're not looking great. Maybe you should tell Sergeant Ackland and she'll let you go home.

Polly rolls her eyes.

PC Page:

Oh, thanks a bunch Vicks!

PC Hagen:

What is it then? You've not been yourself all day.

PC Page:

Forget it, yeah?

PC Hagen:

No, I won't! You completely stuffed up that statement this morning and I think it's starting to affect your work.

Polly pushes her chair back and storms out of the canteen towards the locker rooms. Vicky�s jaw drops and she shakes her head, before getting up and going after Polly.

Vicky finds Polly in the locker room with her head in her hands. Polly looks up as Vicky enters and shuts the door behind her.

PC Hagen:

This is getting ridiculous, Polly. You have to tell someone what's going on. It might as well be me.

Polly hesitates.

PC Hagen:

You can trust me, I won't say a word to the guys.

PC Page:

This goes no further than you and me. I mean it, not Sergeant Ackland, no-one. Okay?

PC Hagen:

Yeah, okay, okay. Not a word to anyone.

PC Page:

I'm pregnant.

A completely stunned look crosses Vicky's face.

PC Page:

Tell me about it. You've gotta promise me not to say a word. Cause there's something else.

PC Hagen:

Something more than that?

PC Page:

After the night with Jerry, you know that drink we all had? Dave dropped me home.

Vicky is completely taken aback.

PC Hagen:

You don't mean?

Vicky eyes are wide at the meaning of Polly's statement. Polly nods her head sadly.

PC Page:

What am I gonna do, Vicks? I can't tell June or she'll put me on light duties.

PC Hagen:

So you're sure it's Dave's baby, right?

Vicky is absolutely stunned.

PC Page:

I've got no idea, Vicks. I mean, jeez, I'm no expert on this.

PC Hagen:

You're not sure? Who else could it be?

Polly becomes defensive.

PC Page:

Don't give me that, Vicks. It could be either Dave, or Jerry.

PC Hagen:

Jerry? Oh, no, that was ages ago. You weren't even serious about him.

Polly scoffs.

PC Page:

I didn't have to be serious about him to sleep with him!

PC Hagen:

But I thought it never got that far. I'm confused. He's seeing me now.

Polly stops suddenly.

PC Page:

He, he is?

Vicky trying to gather her thoughts.

PC Hagen:

Yes, he's even moved some of his stuff into my flat. I didn't wanna spread it around and anyway, you said you didn't fancy him.

Polly looks dismayed.

PC Page:

I shouldn't have said anything. Forget it.

Polly stands and fixes her uniform up.

PC Hagen:

I, I just can't believe it. It's a shock, that's all.

Vicky looks worried.

PC Hagen:

What are you going to do? Have you told Jerry?

PC Page:

Of course not, you're the only person who knows. I dunno what to do, Vicks.

Vicky is finally absorbing it all.

PC Hagen:

You'll have to decide soon. You can't just go along and hope for the best. Like you usually do.

Polly looks at Vicky stunned.

PC Page:

I can't believe you. The best? There's no best! It's just the way it is. I can't believe I actually expected some support from you!

PC Hagen:

Well, I'd be able to give it if it wasn't my boyfriend that you were sleeping with.

PC Page:

This has nothing to do with that sleazy creep! Forget I ever mentioned it to you, okay!

PC Hagen:

I just can't believe you didn't tell me before, and I suppose you didn't tell Dave about him either.

PC Page:

Look, if you breathe a word of this to anyone, I'll personally detail on the notice board every sordid little event you told me about you and Eddie. You'd like that, wouldn't you!

Polly storms out of the locker room returning to her shift.

Vicky sighs, running her hands through her hair. She leans against the corridor wall. June slowly walks up to Vicky's side.

Sgt. Ackland:

Anything wrong?

Vicky looks up.

PC Hagen:

Sarge?

Sgt. Ackland:

What's the matter, Vicky? You look like you've just seen a ghost. You feeling all right?

PC Hagen:

Yeah, I�m fine, Sarge.

Vicky forces a smile.

Sgt. Ackland:

Can I see you in my office then?

Vicky follows her to the Sergeants office. June sits down and commences.

Sgt. Ackland:

Right, you and Dave have been assigned to CID until further notice. They're starting a drugs investigation and have requested two officers to go undercover.

PC Hagen:

Why us?

June is confused.

Sgt. Ackland:

Is there a problem, Vicky?

PC Hagen:

I mean, I'm up for it, but why me and Dave, not one of the others?

Sgt. Ackland:

I chose you two because of your experience in undercover investigations. If it's a problem, I could always ask Polly. I'm sure she'd jump at the chance of all the overtime.

PC Hagen:

Oh no, it's fine, I was just wondering that�s all, Sarge. Do you know what we'll be doing?

Sgt. Ackland:

DI Deakin will explain it all.

PC Hagen:

Oh, when�s the briefing?

Sgt. Ackland:

Commences at one.

PC Hagen:

Right.

Vicky heads for the door.

PC Hagen:

Best get on with it. Bye, Sarge!

Vicky hits the brakes as she narrowly avoids knocking down a child crossing the road.

PC Hagen:

Sorry Dave!

PC Quinnan:

No worries. Wouldn't want a little kid on ya conscience now, would ya?

Vicky is slightly put out by Dave's last comment.

PC Hagen:

And what is that supposed to mean?

Dave looks at her strangely.

PC Quinnan:

Nothing. Vicky, you okay?

PC Hagen:

It didn't sound like nothing, that's all.

PC Quinnan:

Vicky, you've been off ever since we came back from refs. You sure something's not up?

PC Hagen:

No, I'm fine. Men troubles, but I guess you know all about that, eh, Dave?

Dave raises an eyebrow.

PC Quinnan:

I do?

PC Hagen:

It's all right, Dave, I know all about it. You�re not regretting it already?

Dave sighs before continuing.

PC Quinnan:

Look, Vicky, we're not having this conversation, right, but for the record, no, I don't regret it in the slightest. Happy?

PC Hagen:

Have you spoken to her? I mean, since it happened?

PC Quinnan:

Well, a bit, but well, I dunno. We're giving each other some space for a while. Just seeing how it eventuates.

PC Hagen:

Yeah, that is what she said. But she thought it would be a one-off. I mean, she is seeing that other guy too, what�s his name?

PC Quinnan:

Oh, that Jerry guy?

PC Hagen:

No, not Jerry. He is a mate of mine. Someone else, I think she said he was called Kevin! Yeah, that's it, Kevin!

Dave is confused.

PC Quinnan:

You sure about that, Vicks? She didn't mention it.

Vicky nods vigorously.

PC Hagen:

It's definite. We tell each other everything. Don't tell me you didn't know?

PC Quinnan:

She didn't mention it, no. But anyway, as I said, we're leaving it for a while.

PC Hagen:

Oh, I shouldn't have said anything. Don't tell Poll I told you!

Dave sighs.

PC Quinnan:

Well, we're not exactly on speaking terms, so I don't think it's very likely at the moment.

Vicky changes the subject quickly.

PC Hagen:

Anyway, what do you make of this CID job? I need the overtime!

Vicky laughs lightly.

PC Hagen:

It is hard maintaining a weekend lifestyle every day!

PC Quinnan:

What's this about CID, Vicks? I didn't hear anything.

PC Hagen:

We have a briefing at two. According to Sergeant Ackland, we have been assigned to CID for the next few weeks, a drugs raid or something.

PC Quinnan:

Oh, yeah, I'm up for that. What, we undercover or something?

PC Hagen:

At least it means you don't have to face Poll at the start of every shift. I can't believe she didn't tell you about Kevin. Yeah, I think we're undercover, but I only know what June. We have to attend a briefing at one.

PC Quinnan:

Right, well, we'd better get back there then.

Dave and Vicky hurry up the stairs, after a very quick change out of uniform.

PC Hagen:

Don't look so down, Dave, there are plenty of fish in the sea.

Vicky smiles as they enter the CID office.

DI Deakin:

Ah, Vicky, Dave, glad to see you made it!

PC Hagen:

Sorry, guv, time ran away from us!

DI Deakin:

Don't let it happen again, because I can easily find replacements for you two!

PC Quinnan:

Sorry, sir.

DI Deakin:

I assume you haven't been told much about this obbo?

PC Hagen:

No, nothing, guv.

PC Quinnan:

No, sir.

DI Deakin:

Well, we will be mounting a full scale obbo on the Saturn club. I have heard you have contacts there, Vicky?

PC Hagen:

You could say that. I'm friendly with a few of the DJs.

Dave looks curiously at Vicky.

DI Deakin:

Well, that is just what we need, some inside information! Now, you will be working undercover in the club as punters. We have reason to believe that the owners of the club are associates of a known drugs ring that have been working in Manchester for the last few years, dealing in class cut cocaine, unrefined, we think that they have moved down south.

PC Hagen:

But some of the DJs and barmen know I'm a police officer, guv!

DI Deakin:

That shouldn't matter, do they trust you?

PC Hagen:

Yeah, but what about Dave? They'll know we are up to something if we have another copper sniffing about.

PC Quinnan:

Well, they won't know I'm a copper, Vicky.

PC Hagen:

So what will Dave be doing?

DI Deakin:

We�ll have him posing as a boyfriend.

Dave smiles cheekily at Vicky. Vicky is thinking on her feet.

PC Hagen:

But they know that I'm seeing someone else. I mean, they have seen him with me.

Liz looks strangely at Vicky.

DI Deakin:

Perhaps we can have Dave pose as a friend? Or a dealer? What do you think, Liz? I mean, you and Tom will ultimately be the ones making the decisions.

PC Hagen:

Well, a dealer might be good. If they think I am friends with that sort, then they'll trust me.

DC Rawton:

Yeah, I'll go along with that. Is that okay by you, guv?

DI Deakin:

Keep it simple though. Right, you two work on your characters and we'll go in tonight.

Vicky nods.

PC Quinnan:

Sure, drug dealer, no problem. What is my relationship and history with Vicky though? What names are we posing under?

DI Deakin:

Vicky will be herself obviously and we'll have you posing under Dave. Perhaps you are an ex of Vicky's? You have just got back in contact and she wants to introduce you to the club owners to try and get you some work?

Vicky winks and smiles at Dave.

PC Quinnan:

Sure, I'm up for that.

DI Deakin:

If we can all meet back here at eight tonight, Liz and Tom will be undercover as clubbers if there are any problems!

PC Hagen:

Yes, sir, see you then. Come on, Dave, we'll have to get you snazzed up!

PC Quinnan:

Right. Back at eight.

Dave follows Vicky back downstairs.

PC Hagen:

Ooh, interesting! It'll be good to get my teeth into something decent for a change!

PC Quinnan:

What, the driving not enough, eh?

Dave chuckles.

PC Hagen:

Driving doesn't give me much of an opportunity to extend myself, really. This should be fun.

Polly is heading up the stairs towards CID when she runs into Dave and Vicky. Vicky trails off as she spots Polly on the stairs, deliberately ignoring Polly, and to Dave.

PC Hagen:

Yeah, as I was saying.

Vicky glares at Poll.

PC Page:

So, you guys assigned to CID?

PC Hagen:

Yeah, as a matter of fact we are.

Polly motions for Vicky to join her at the top of the stairs. Vicky sighs and follows her.

PC Hagen:

What!

PC Page:

Look, I'm sorry about earlier, yeah? I mean, I shouldn't take all this out on you.

PC Hagen:

Do you think? But I'll forgive you.

Vicky adds loudly:

PC Hagen:

You have a lot on your mind.

Vicky smiles nastily. Polly sighs and proceeds off towards CID.

PC Hagen:

Come on, Dave. Best get ready for tonight. Should be fun!

Dave is a little confused.

PC Quinnan:

What was all that about?

Vicky turns to see if Poll is listening.

PC Hagen:

Oh, nothing. We came to grief over that TV show, you know that American soap? I thought that Pattie should have told James that she didn't know who the father of her child was, and Polly thought that Pattie should keep it to herself. Nothing really, we were being silly, but I think she is having problems with Kev. She finds it very hard to commit to men, or so she tells me.

Vicky smiles, shaking her head. Dave is thoroughly confused.

PC Quinnan:

Yeah, whatever.