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A black police van and an unmarked car roar to a halt at the

end of the drive. TEN POLICEMEN emerge. Some armed. Including

Dick Alderman and Jim Prentice. Hands reach out for Eddie...

The police hurl him into the black van, then jump in with

him. The doors slam to.

133 OMITTED 133 *

134 INT. WAKEFIELD POLICE STATION, THE BELLY, ROOM 1 - NIGHT 134 *

Flash photographs are taken of Eddie.

His bandages are cut off his hand. His nails are scraped.

More flash photographs.

A torch is shone in Eddie’s eye. His mouth is wiped with a

spatula.

135 INT. WAKEFIELD POLICE STATION, THE BELLY, ROOM 2 - NIGHT 135

Alderman and Prentice aim a firehose at Eddie handcuffed to a

chair. The freezing water pins him to the floor.

The door slams shut. Locks. Eddie, left panting on the floor,

still handcuffed. Silence. He lies, shivering in a pool of

water. The bright lights hum. The sound of a dog barking and

screams from a nearby room. The eye at the spy-hole watches

Eddie.

EDDIE:

What do you want?! Tell me what you

want!

136 OMITTED 136

137 INT. WAKEFIELD POLICE STATION, THE BELLY, ROOM 2 - NIGHT 137

Silence. Eddie, shivering on the floor, still handcuffed.

The door opens. Old friends enter. The Two Bobs. Craven and

Douglas.

EDDIE:

Oh, f***. No.

Craven unlocks the cuffs - throws them to Douglas who puts a

blanket over Eddie’s shoulders.

CRAVEN:

Sit down. Put your hands flat on

the table.

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Eddie does as he’s told. His right hand is a mess. Douglas

paces behind him. Craven sits opposite. Suddenly Craven

brings the cuffs down on Eddie’s poor hand. He screams.

CRAVEN:

Put your hands back.

(he does)

Flat.

(he can’t)

Nasty. You should get that seen to.

Douglas offers Craven a cigarette. They light up.

EDDIE:

What do you want?

Douglas dangles his cigarette over Eddie’s hand.

EDDIE:

What do you want?

Douglas mashes out his cigarette on Eddie’s hand.

CRAVEN:

Put your hands back.

Whimpering, Eddie does as he’s told. Craven offers Douglas

another cigarette. He lights up. Eddie stands up.

EDDIE:

Just tell me what you want!

CRAVEN:

Sit down.

Eddie sits. Douglas and Craven stand.

DOUGLAS:

Stand up.

CRAVEN:

Don’t move. Eyes front.

They move the chairs and table to the walls.

DOUGLAS:

Don’t move!

They leave the room. Eddie stands there, hands over his

genitals. Screams and barking come from an adjoining room. He

stays where he was told. Shivering. Afraid. Alone...

SOME TIME LATER:

Eddie is curled naked in a corner. The door slams open.

Craven and Douglas return. Eddie staggers to his feet.

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EDDIE:

Please tell me what you want.

Craven kicks Eddie in the crotch. He goes down. Douglas cuffs

his hands behind him. Tape goes over his mouth. A black hood

goes over his head.

138 INT. WAKEFIELD POLICE STATION, CORRIDOR - NIGHT 138

Hooded, Eddie is dragged and kicked down the corridor by

Craven and Douglas.

139 INT. WAKEFIELD POLICE STATION, ROOM - NIGHT 139

The hood is pulled from Eddie’s head. He’s reeling. Blinded

by the strip lighting. Mouth taped up. Craven and Douglas

hold him. Bill Molloy stands in front of a medical trolley

covered with a green sheet. Molloy grabs the sheet and pulls

it back to reveal...

Eddie tries to scream through the tape. His eyes start from

their sockets. Blood thumps into his head...

Lying on the autopsy trolley is the body of Paula Garland.

Eddie’s legs give way. He’s screaming and vomiting behind the

gag. Craven and Douglas keep him upright.

MOLLOY:

Look at her! Look at her!

Molloy drags Eddie’s face close to the corpse’s. Eddie’s

choking and writhing. Craven pulls off the tape.

MOLLOY:

Forensics, lad. You’re on her

clothes, in her flat, under her

nails, up her c*nt.

CRAVEN:

You’re all over her, mate.

EDDIE:

Of course I am. I f***ing loved

her!

CRAVEN:

You did it, didn’t you.

EDDIE:

No.

Eddie crumples to the floor vomiting. Down and out and lying

in sick and despair.

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MAURICE JOBSON O/S

Bill...

Molloy pauses. He looks up. Standing in the door is the

owlish Maurice Jobson. He is very solemn. He gives his head a

slight shake at Molloy...

MOLLOY:

Stay with him.

Molloy crosses to Jobson. They go outside. The door shuts us

out...

But the little viewing window is open. We can see the two men

arguing. But we can’t hear what they’re saying... Jobson is

pleading, arguing a case. Molloy is tight lipped... Then

Molloy appears to be deliberating...

Eddie. On the floor. Rock bottom. Craven and Douglas

standing over him.

EDDIE:

I wouldn’t. I never. I loved her...

Then Molloy is there. An arm round Eddie. Beery whispers.

MOLLOY:

I know, I know, lad. Why would you?

You loved her...

Molloy gestures to Craven and Douglas. They stand back.

Watching the show. Molloy turns Eddie’s face up to his.

MOLLOY:

Of course you didn’t do it. But we

know who did, don’t we...

(closer)

Don’t we, lad!

140 OMITTED 140

141 INT/EXT. VAN / COUNTRY ROAD - DAY 141

A black sack is pulled off Eddie’s head. He’s kneeling at the

open back doors of the van. Craven and Douglas hold him. The

van tears down the country road. Craven takes out a Smith and *

Wesson handgun. Douglas hands him bullets. *

DOUGLAS:

They said it’s OK.

Craven points the Smith and Wesson at Eddie’s face. Eddie *

screws up his eyes. Waiting for it... There’s a click.

CRAVEN:

F***.

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Craven checks the gun. He points it at Eddie’s head again.

Eddie pisses himself. There’s a huge explosion. Eddie opens

his eyes. It was a blank. Craven and Douglas guffaw. Then

Craven gives him a big hug.

CRAVEN:

You all right, mate?

DOUGLAS:

Only joking, like.

CRAVEN:

Mistaken identity, wasn’t it.

(to Douglas)

Here, got his bus fare?

Douglas hands Craven a fistful of live ammunition. Craven

loads the Smith and Wesson. Then he shoves the gun into *

Eddie’s pocket. The smiles vanish.

CRAVEN:

This is the North. We do what we

want!

They kick him out. And Eddie falls... and falls...

142 INT. PAULA GARLAND’S HOUSE, HER BEDROOM -DAY 142

Paula pulls Eddie down to her. They kiss. They roll over...

143 EXT. ROAD - DAY 143

CRACK! Eddie’s head hits the tarmac. The van disappears off.

Eddie lies in the road in a heap. His legs move. He starts to

stand. Falls over. Stands again. Like a broken puppet. A car

heads for him - swerves to a halt inches away.

A WOMAN DRIVER leans down to Eddie. He looks at her hair *

against the sky. Like Paula’s.

EDDIE:

What day is it?

WOMAN DRIVER *

It’s a Sunday.

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