I'll give the next Love/Hate a shot

I’M hypothetically writing an imaginary political drama at the moment.

If it existed it would be set in an Irish city and filmed largely in the corridors of power rather than in Dublin’s gangland, like Love/Hate. The main reason for this is that if I was hired as a script consultant, I wouldn’t want to be hanging around industrial estates and motorways in West Dublin watching lads with short hair shouting at each other: “Where is ih? WHERE’S DE MUNNEY?”

Unfortunately, I keep running into a brick wall in the plot. There’s a scene I’m trying to write where a black Lincoln towncar with tinted windows pulls up to the main character (a crusading newly-bearded standup-comedian with good cheekbones). A large man steps out and holds the back door open and says: