in which the main character has certain flaws.
Despite a stubborn refusal to play by the rules?
*scribbles onto notepad*
Bit sexist pal.
I'd tune in if so.
(wait for it)
DOES WHAT IT TAKES TO GET THE JOB DONE! UNFEELING! UNREMORSEFUL! WOMEN LOVE HIM BUT HE DOESN'T GIVE A FUCK! DRIVES LIKE A TWAT! HIS BOSS SHOUTS AT HIM WHEN HE BREAKS THE RULES! HE DIVES THROUGHT THE AIR SHOOTING GUNS AND SHOUTING "AAAAAARGH"! HE'S MOODY, A LONER, TRUSTS NO ONE!
Yeah, there are days when I miss DI Burnside as well....
Swallow is a detective who tackles vandalism. Bit of a maverick, not afraid to break the law if he thinks it's necessary. He's not a criminal, you know, but he will, perhaps, travel 80mph on the motorway if, for example, he wants to get somewhere quickly.
he could taken off a case by the chief, only to continue working on it in his spare time, and ultimately solving it?
could be performing 'one last job' at the behest of his intimidating boss?
*putes on sunglasses*
Unless he has a 12-year-old daughter (from his broken marriage) that he hardly ever sees.
because he was too busy working a case.
And maybe she could get kidnapped by villains, and his chief could refuse to put him on the case because he would be too emotionally involved, & he would ignore the chief & go & rescue her anyway, leading to an emotional reunion?
McGarnagle: Now tell them what you saw Billy.
Billy: But I'm so scared McGarnagle.
McGarnagle: You've gotta do this one for me Billy, McGarnagle.
Billy: Okay for you McGarnagle.
Chief: [later] Well McGarnagle, Billy is dead! They slit his throat from ear to ear.
McGarnagle: Hey I'm trying to eat lunch here!
that he struggles to connect with.
who says she hates him but still has some kind of affection for him. The damned lovable bastard.
Every now and again he should say, "you sound like my ex wife" when people are criticising him.
or his wife died due to a mistake he made when working on a previous case.
Then, as the series progresses, he finds himself working a case with some clear parallels to the one where his wife died.
he just won't talk about it though. They'd ask him who the woman in the woman in the picture on his desk is. "None of your damn business" he'd say. It doesn't matter anyway. He's married to the job now.
I missed out four or five 'in the woman's there. It's a pretty messed up picture.
The tragedy is explained by a much older cop working in the same unit.
Someone is all like "What's his problem?" and the older cop will be sat in the corner and say "You don't know? Well, a few years ago..."
just donated his entire month's salary to the children's hospice
with a messy divorce behind them
Punches the wall and picks up a bottle of cheap booze. He stares at it for a while but the scene ends there.
You don't know if he drank or not until later when he confessess that he didn't.
that still haunts him to this day
not at all.
But maybe he will...in time.
But our cynical hero actually ends up learning a lot from them
He told the chief he didn't need no damn partner. He works alone. They'll just get in the way. But the chief...he wouldn't listen.
but it's only because he doesn't want them to get themselves killed. Revealing a caring side.
and he's not shy about letting his new partner know about it. He also wears his holster on a constant basis. A gun can't betray you.
But he sticks with his trusty 45.
because he's after the big fish - no point wasting his time with the pimps and hustlers.
And this new partner they've transferred from Vice isn't fit to polish Wazowski's boots because he's too young/old/a woman.
to find his new partner sitting in Wazowski's chair, & tell the partner to get the fuck out of Wazowski's chair? And then maybe the partner could save his life, & subsequently be allowed to sit in said chair whenever they want?
and their modern crime-solving methods are shown to be at odds with our hero's more traditional means. This will be illustrated by a scene with the rookie typing commands into a bleepy terminal crosscut with the detective in a dusty library/shaking down streetpunks. They'll simultaneously come to a conclusion that blows the case wide open, cut to detective pulling up beside the rookie in his Sedan. Rookie: "Tom Bansquatch, the suspect we let go..." Detective: "Has been dead for 17 years, I know, get in."
that you feel it necessary to highlight that Wazowski was Polish. Doesn't matter what nationality they are, they're all COPS.
for dealing with a victim insensitively during questioning, as he/she is still carrying baggage from a previous personal event
and throw it down on the table after one mouthful
Sgt. Jim Exception plays by rules and gets the job done. He has a healthy relationship with alcohol, a couple of pints after work is fine.
His marriage is lovely, and his teenage kids are over-achieving nerds who adore him. He has no strange hobbies or quirky musical tastes.
His chief is a nice, soft-spoken guy who frequently bring Jim to the case and insists he carries his gun. Jim would rather talk his way through a case, rather than draw his weapon.
He believes in team-play, and often he is not the one who solves the case.
He has had several partners from the opposite sex and from different ethnic backgrounds and he gets along with all of them brilliantly.
and sometimes sit on a chair facing the wrong way.
who hears things.
*shoves gun in suspects face*
his partner pulls him away and calms him down. He knows his partner is right, but he does not thank him.
*Pulls leather jacket aside to reveal holstered weapon and strolls inside*
Instead he sits in his armchair drinking whisky in front of the TV, & awakes in the small hours. Unable to get back to sleep, he heads into the station to continue working on the case.
"Today local businessman Jimmy Suspicious unveiled his new golf course. He was quoted as saying, "there are no corpses buried anywhere under this golf course, and that's a fact."
"What do you say we check out that new golf course?"
"You read my mind".
-Suspicious has buried more cases against him than you've had hot dinners.
-You've run into this guy before?
-You could say that.
*screeches car to a halt outside warehouse*
Grizzled cop: Take your head out of your ass chief! Suspicious is as crooked as a 4 dollar bill. I'd bust up that charity dinner again if I had to.
Chief: I'll have yer' shield for this!
frustrated by his inability to crack the case, & engaging in small talk with the bartender. Then the bartender might inadvertently say something that jogs his memory & helps the pieces all fall into place, & he could leap off his stool & run out to his car & drive off to solve the case, leaving the bewildered bartender shouting "You haven't paid for your bloody drink"
might involve him having to seek the assistance of people with whose lifestyles he feels uncomfortable. Maybe he might have to go and question the barman at a gay club, or the imam of the local mosque, and their helpfulness could lead to him seeing their community in a more positive light?
some pressure from the mayor and it be an election year?
The detective sees a picture of Jimmy Suspicious and Jon Candidate shaking hands at a fundraising dinner. And it all falls into place...
Grizzled Cop: You broke the law.
Candidate: The people of this city elected me!
Grizzled Cop: I voted for the other guy. Cuff him.
(this has all taken place in his daughter's class)
I genuinely believe we've got a good 70% of a very watchable screenplay here.
Grizzled cop: What did you say?
Candidate: Oh yeah, that's right. Wazowski. He was sniffing around, asking the wrong people the wrong questions. He had to go!
(Despite already knowing the plot and all the dialogue I would watch the shit out of this)
Gritty is in a graveyard, laying a fresh bunch of flowers on a headstone. Camera turns round to reveal the epitaph "Sgt Frank Wazowski: Husband, father, cop." Gritty takes a swig from a hipflask and then pours some on the grave.
Gritty: We got him, y'old Polak son of a bitch.
Rookie: "Hey Gritty, thought I'd find ya here. There's a bad one in Chinatown, three bodies. Uniforms on the scene think the Triads are involved."
Gritty: "Let's roll, kid." *throws him car keys* "YOU drive".
*Rookie tries to hide his delight. Gritty smiles a wistful smile. Music plays*
Candidate: Put the gun down or I'll blow her pretty little brains out.
Gritty copy reluctantly throws gun to the floor.
Candidate: *mad eyed* That's right, thaaat's right. Looks like I win again, Gritty Cop. I. ALWAYS. WIN.
Estranged daughter: NOW DADDY! *She stamps on candidate's foot and elbows him in the crotch to escape his clutches, Gritty Cop dives to the floor to his gun and shoots Candidate in the chest, showed several times from different angles*
the expression frozen upon his features is one of goggle-eyed shock.
Joe Candidate dead on the floor...
Hero and daughter back together...
Hero spots his ex-wife through the crowd, they make eye contact and it's clear they still love each other
When Joe Candidate, who's sideline job is for an evil international lightbulb cartel, springs back to life and looks sure to put a bullet between our hero's eyes.
When the rookie (who was shot in a previous scene and left for dead) flies down from the ceiling on the top of a giant lightbulb, smashing it down over Joe's body. We see Joe hold his hands in the air screaming 'Nooooooo' before he is killed in a blast of sparks.
Estranged Daughter: Lights out, Mr Mayor
in one scene he will get drunk at a bar and pick up a floozy, or perhaps seduce one of his coworkers. The morning after he will act in an ungrateful or discourteous way towards her which will lead to said female storming out, still getting dressed as she does so. "dammit Gritty, you won't let anyone get close to you! If you're not careful you'll lose everyone you care about!". Gritty, still in bed, turns over saying nothing with an angry yet anxious look on his face.
and even that joy is momentary and passing
Detective strolls into a grimy nightclub, not giving a shit about his incongruous appearance, and goes up to enter a closed off section before two burly, armsfolded, henchman block his way.
- I need to talk to Juarez.
- Juarez don't talk to nobody.
- Tell him his whore of a mother sent me.
Henchmen share a confused glance before lunging at the detective who dodges their attacks with ease and counterattacks, winding one and headbutting the other, breaking the henchman's nose.
(man approaches from behind) Fellas! Please! ...Well well who do we have here? If it isn't Tarbuck's little lapdog. How is that old crank anyway? Still standing up to shit after I put that bullet in his ass?
- There's only one ass you should be worrying about Juarez and that's yours.
- NYAAAHHHHH how you doing old sonofabitch??! *they manhug* Come in, come in.
*detective walks in and looks back at broken nose henchman* - You might wanna put some ice on that.
cuffed, he smiles and parts his lips to reveal a row of gleaming metal. their gleam and sparkle plays like a dance just as our hero, Tom Breiker, strolls back into the precinct, happy and busting high-fives at justice being served. he sees the guided walkout ahead of him and freezes, the joy draining from his face.
he starts to run. WHAT....WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS....WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE.
our pimp's guide tries to calm him down.
'leave it Tom....it's not happening today. he's walking out of here'
BUT THIS IS BULLSHIT...OVER MY FUCKING DEAD BODY THAT PIECE OF SHIT IS WALKING OUT OF HERE. THE ONLY WAY HE'S GETTING OUT OF HERE TONIGHT IS LAID OUT ON A COLD METAL CART
the pimp smiles. he's got the best mother-fucking cop-ball-busting lawyer in town, and he's proved himself worthy of every penny tonight. he knows Breiker can't touch his sweet brown ass. not now. not tonight.
'i'm sorry to have to skip our engagement, Mr Tom....i was looking forward to getting into it later. guess we'll have to just leave it for another time.
that smile again.
YEAH, DON'T YOU WORRY ABOUT THAT YOU PIECE OF SHIT. THIS ISN'T OVER. THIS ISN'T OVER BY A LONG FUCKING SHOT.
our pimp is guided through the door. just as he leaves, he blows a kiss goodbye.
Breiker can't believe what he's seeing. the vending machine takes the full force of his frustration. as he lays in with fist after fist, a can pops out of the machine.
just at that moment, the rookie strolls by.
'wow....lucky day huh chief?'
GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE ROOKIE
our man storms off, leaving our confused rookie.
'jesus. what's up his ass?'
initially cold-seeming but increasingly smouldering female pathologist.
Gritty: Speak English, will ya doc?
Pathologist: ...Someone hit him in the head.
Gritty: See, was that so hard? I never understood what you see in hanging round with dead people anyway.
Pathologist: Sure beats hanging out with the likes of you.
Rookie: Hey, she got you good Gritty!
Gritty: Knock it off, kid, or you'll be shittin' molars for the next week. That's the technical term, right doc?
Pathologist: I have work to do.
Gritty doesn't join in, not out of some feminist solidarity, more because he can't stand any form of workplace "banter".
when the guy's laid out here on your table. You haven't seen it out there, sweetie. You don't have to knock on the door and tell the kids their daddy is never coming home. Out there it's just filth, death and despair.
-I know you, Jack Gritty, better than you think.
-You have a wall full of certificates, but that doesn't mean shit.
-I was on duty when they brought in Rebecca.
-They wrote it as a waterkiing accident. I was a junior. But I saw the marks. She was already dead when they strapped those waterskis and the bikini on her and pulled her at the back of the boat.
-What are you saying?
-The man who wrote the report was Dr Dodgy.
-The brother-in-law of Jimmy Suspicious?
without telling anyone. And it'll be an ambush, and he'll be cornered and it'll look like it's all over, then suddenly reinforcements from the local precinct will arrive and apprehend the villains, then the chief'll come striding over, red-faced & bellowing the cop's name, right up to his face like he's about to clock him one, then at the last minute he'll shove him out of the way and spark some hood hiding in the shadows with a gun clean out with one punch.
Then he'll extend a hand to the cop and say 'your story checks out Jack, mayor's in this up to his ass. Come on, let's go take him in'. And the cop''ll say - 'you mean I'm back on the case? What about your promotion?' And the chief'll pause, then say 'ah, the hell with the promotion - get in the car Jack'. Then he'll get totally in to the final chase & shootout, reminiscing about his days on the beat and it turns out he wasn't such an ornery cuss after all.
Our hero, battling with a smoker's lung and aging body tears after Joe Criminal across San Fransiscan rooftops.
They jump from flat roof to flat roof, pushing through endless swathes of hanging washing and sending flocks of birds rushing into the air.
Just as Joe Crim looks set to escape our hero uses his guile and bravery to pounce (in slow motion) from up high, landing not quite on top of him but brushing his shoulders enough to take him down.
But the rooftop they're on is made of glass and they fall through it into a brothel, sending topless women screaming and semi-undressed men scrambling for their belts.
In the chaos Joe Crim slips out and, harangued by anger hookers our hero watches in vain as Joe steps into a 60's Dodge Charger and shoots away down the street.
'You shoulda stayed in school missy' he says, grabbing a lady's hand and slapping her hard across the face. He steps out into the sun and, lighting a cigarette watches the car speed away. The sly look across his face tells us Joe's not gonna be free for long.
"I'm sorry my hands are tied, the FBI are taking over the case, that's coming straight from the Mayor"
Our hero slams his fist on the desk "Fuck the Mayor, fuck the FBI and fuck you too!" Leaves the chiefs office slamming the door as he goes.
THE CHIEF COULD HELP IF THE CHIEF HADN'T SPENT SO LONG BEHIND HIS DESK!
but some of the ideas being suggested above are pretty hackneyed. I'm sure that some (mainly American) police drama series already cover a lot of these themes.
PC Grimmer, six years on the force in Beverley Hills (Yorkshire), gets a routine call to an incedent just outside the town centre. someone has abandoned a shopping trolley on a public walkway. PC Grimmer returns it to the nearest Tesco and reports back to the station for a cuppa, and a fig roll.
Gritty Cop knows this fat, camp older guy who's an expert in forgeries - it used to be his trade before Gritty Cop came along and let him go with the warning that "this business doesn't suit you" - and now he lives on a boat moored in the yacht club.
Every time he visits there's a snooty guard who thinks Gritty Cop brings the tone of the area down by wearing a leather jacket with jeans, but Gritty Cop always wisecracks at him as he waltzes through the gate.
Then on the boat the old fat art forgery expert is about to explain that there's only one person who could have pulled off this heist and replaced the Mona de Vinci with a fake, and just as he's about to say it...
Red dot on chest.
Gritty Cop ducks, then gets up to see who the sniper was. He sees a figure dressed in black disappearing over a rooftop.
more enigmatic. also the art boat is decked out in purple too. foreshadowin
the sun, where did the sun go?
Agh, we've been foreshadowed
Noooooo.. Aauughhh I'm dying
(The killer has a massive foreskin)
One of the mid level dealers walks in
both stop and look at each other gritty nodding to the seat opposite
"They'll kill me if they see me here with you"
*gritty holds out box with fries in, crim shakes head*
"Daylo is pissed man, hes not like the others, he wants your head on a spike"
*gritty offers drink, crim shakes head*
"No respect these days, man. Different to when we were young. Theyd rather shoot you than give you a chance to disappear"
"Hows your sister, she keeping well"?
"Yeah gritty, she keeping well, got a good job down at the government office"
"she was always a bright one. Good to hear. See ya later ratchet"
He barges into the fancy retaurant where Angus McMob-boss is sitting, eating Lobster Thermidor while his henchmen stand around him moodily, with earpieces. Our favourite maverick cop busts one of them in the face and stabs a fork in the goon's knee before six semi-automatics are pressed against his face, like some sick ballistic bukkake. "Leave him be! Let's hear what he's got to say" McMob-boss drawls. "You're going to pay for all your crimes McMob-boss!" shouts the cop, banging his fist on the table, upsetting a flute of champagne that the boss catches, drains and hands to his henchmen to refill. "There's not much difference between us really," he slurs while examining the bubbles spluttering from his glass, "We both kill, we both break the rules, we both fuck the same woman-", "You bastard!" the cop screams and lunges across the table, apparently unaware of this screamingly obvious plot twist, the contents of the table career onto the floor, the goons knock our cop to the floor and McMob-boss grabs a piece of glass and holds the business end to the cop's eye... the tension reaches fever pitch as the goons' sweaty fingers itch over the safetys of their guns, a pool of blood starts collecting on the floor from the cuts in the cop's face. McMob-boss peers into his eye, "I was talking about your mum...", laughs and sneers, "get this peice of shit out of my face and get me some of that banoffee pie". Cop's head hits the hard stone floor three, four times before the scene fades to black.
something about his new partner being a dog.
Uniformed officers are taking pictures of the bloodstained walls, ceiling and floor. Rookie turns pale and excuses himself, but Gritty steps over the corpses. He's seen it all before. Gritty enters the kitchen, where all the knives, the meat cleaver and the blender are dripping with blood. He hears a whimper from the cupboard beneath the sink and sees a small dog peering out.
Gritty: Hey buddy. It's OK, they can't hurt you now. *Lifts up dog and starts to carry him out of the apartment. Female pathologist enters*
Pathologist: You know that dog's evidence in this crime. Or at the very least, a witness. I need to take him to the lab.
Gritty: This dog ain't nothing. *Leaves apartment holding dog. Pathologist lowers her glasses and looks over them, seeing a more human side to the grizzled detective.*
"you sure RUFFed him up good Gritty!!"
shut up you stupid dog
WHY DOES THE CHIEF KEEP DOING THESE THINGS!?!?!?!
Initially the dog doesn't like him as he's a replacement for the dog's partner, Woofzowski...
Don't look down guys; we're gonna make it over the shark, but not by much.
doesn't always play by the rules, but solves all his cases whilst holding down a part-time job as a movie director, sometimes withholding evidence for money? We could call it 'On the take'
Damn, that's dark, sorry...
(am actually wearing an Aqua Teen Hunger Force t-shirt right now)
10 years back. It caused the breakup of his family and the local community of Liverpool never forgave him for it. He had a pay cut and a demotion forced upon him but maintained his stance. Obviously we don't know what that case is as it's proper secret, but when a spate of murders occur in the same neighbour with similar signs a decade on, his Chief begins to suspect he might not have been lying all those years back after all...
Rookie is Jon Candidate's son! That's how he got fast-tracked through the academy and into homicide.
So is Rookie honest? Or is he Candidate's guy on the inside? There's so much internal conflict here. That could be the title! INTERNAL CONFLICT
He tries to distance himself from his father, but people at the department don't like him because they think he's only got to where he is because of his connections. While he's a real straight shooter, the truth is he's as much of a misfit as Gritty, which is why Chief paired them up.
There's also a whole subplot in Rookie not believing Candidate helped kill Wazowski. This thing just writes itself.
I put you through Yale and this is how you repay me?!
Candidate: You don't talk to me like that. What you're doing is killing your mother and me!
Rookie: YOU MAY CONTROL THIS DAMN TOWN BUT YOU DON'T CONTROL ME!
Rookie drives over to Candidate's hillview mansion to apologise.
Distracted by something strange GrittyCop said earlier that morning, he doesn't notice the merc in the driveway.
Goes upstairs, only to find Candidate in a compromising situation with the D.A....
I am agog. LITERALLY AGOG.
It's much better if Rookie is THE CHIEF'S son, but doesn't tell Jon Candidate until after Jon Candidate makes Rookie an accessory to rule-breaking.
Cancel the casting scheduled for Monday, we're going to stay here and sort this out before the whole project turns all World War Z on us.
Surely if he was the chief's son he'd partner him with Gary Slick in order to give him as easy time as possible. He doesn't need more loose cannons like Gritty on his hands.
The son is the last, albeit unknowing, witness to the internal corruption that is tearing the precinct apart, pairing him with Gritty is the surest way to get him killed, despite the Chief's paternal instints telling him to fess up and save his son.
McMob-boss has already got a hit out on the son, Gritty thinks the series of near death experiences are aimed at HIM...
But Chief comes good in the end and kills McMob-Boss and turns himself in. He knows it'll be hard for a cop on the inside, but his conscience, for once, will be clean.
That chief is still a twat in my books
Also adds another layer of INTERNAL CONFLICT, which pleases me.
We're in a police shooting range, panning left to right. In each compartment, we see one of gritty's police department colleagues aiming and shooting past the camera, each with a bit of visual personality – spiky hair, fat and bald, jaunty cigarette, braces etc.
As we get to the end of the range the camera stops at rookie and Gritty. Rookie is periodically shooting and talking. He's getting frustrated, they keep hitting dead ends in the case. Gritty keeps trying to aim but gets distracted every time he has to talk to rookie. Eventually rookie makes a snap comment about how sometimes, he thinks gritty doesn't want to catch the culprit, then storms off. Gritty is silent for a few seconds, then quickly and smoothly aims and fires three shots. He walks off.
We see the man-shaped target. Three shots to the heart.
YOU'RE GIVING THIS PRECINCT
A BAD NAME
fist fights and ducking from swings of a baseball bat in the 70s. Nowadays it's all about their divorce and drink problems and the sexual chemistry between him/her and their sidekick. I want to see a fight with a bad guy 52 minutes into the episode and no "to be continued". Promise me that and I'll buy the DVD.