Red Riding Page #3

EDDIE:

F*** off. Death Squads.

BARRY:

That sh*t isn’t just for the

Redskins. Every city has its Death

Squads. Sentence first, evidence

after.

EDDIE:

Yeah, well I’ll steer well clear of

Wakey County Council Death Squad,

then...

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BARRY:

You can laugh...

EDDIE:

Why not work Watergate too, while

you’re about it? Death Squads.

You’ve f***ing lost it, mate.

Eddie looks down the bar. At the far end is Kathryn Tyler,

cornered by a DRUNK. She sends a rescue-me-smile to him.

BARRY:

You’re a lucky man, Dunford. You

want to look after that one...

A YOUNG MAN sidles up to Barry - orange feather cut, nervous

eyes, fat maroon suit. A Bowie Clone. This is BJ.

BJ:

Mr. Gannon...?

BARRY:

BJ... Over there.

Barry nods to a corner table. BJ throws Eddie a little smile,

then leaves them.

BARRY:

Business.

EDDIE:

Well I didn’t think it was

pleasure, did I.

Eddie watches Barry join the strange nervy young man, BJ. A

secret assignation.

KATH O/S

Having a nice time ‘back oop

North’?

Eddie turns to see Kath at his side.

EDDIE:

You know Barry. Gets a bit obtuse.

KATH:

Obtuse? There’s a big word for you.

EDDIE:

How about you?

KATH:

How about me what?

EDDIE:

Having a good time?

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KATH:

Oh, I love being on my own in bars.

EDDIE:

You weren’t alone.

KATH:

You could have come over.

EDDIE:

I wasn’t invited.

KATH:

Poor baby.

EDDIE:

I’ll have a scotch.

KATH:

Vodka tonic.

18 INT. KATH’S BEDSIT - NIGHT 18

Eddie and Kath try to lose themselves in one another.

Drinking and f***ing. Desperate.

KATH:

I love you. I love you...

Then lying there. Hasn’t worked. Both their heads still

buzzing full. Eddie needs a cigarette.

KATH:

I’ve missed you, Eddie, love...

Eddie’s on his feet, into his pants. He pees in the adjoining

bathroom toilet.

Sound of the phone ringing outside. Eddie flushes the toilet.

Comes to the door.

KATH:

Eddie...

EDDIE:

Kath, it’s over. You know it is.

Knock at the door.

GIRL O/S

It’s for him...

Eddie goes. Kath left shipwrecked.

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19 INT. KATH’S BEDSIT, HALLWAY - NIGHT 19

A SLEEPY GIRL hands Eddie the phone.

EDDIE:

Yeah?

VOICE OFF:

(muffled)

Dunford? Thought you were a f***ing

journalist. Start asking some

f***ing questions...

EDDIE:

Who’s is this?

VOICE OFF:

You don’t need to know. You

interested in the Romany Way?

White vans and gypos...

EDDIE:

Where?

VOICE OFF:

Hunslet Beeston exit of the M1.

EDDIE:

When?

VOICE OFF:

Mischief Night came early. You’re

late.

The line goes dead.

20 INT. VIVA, M1 MOTORWAY & HUNSLET EXIT - NIGHT 20

Eddie drives fast. Jimmy Ruffin: “What becomes of the broken

hearted / Who had love that's now departed?...”

Lights flash past. He exits the motorway - swerves to halt on

the hard shoulder.

21 EXT. HUNSLET CARR, MOTORWAY - NIGHT 21

Eddie gets out at the foot of the embankment. The black sky

beyond the embankment is filled with orange smoke and

sparks...

Eddie clambers to the top of the embankment. He looks down

into the basin of Hunslet Carr. He looks down into hell.

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Below, a gypsy camp is on fire. Caravans and trailers blaze.

GYPSY MEN, WOMEN AND CHILDREN are trapped amongst the flames,

ringed by POLICE IN RIOT GEAR. Screams of terror, engineroars and heat. The police rhythmically bang their shieldswith truncheons. They move in on the trapped gypsies. Theycharge. Bones are broken. Flesh ripped.

A tiny 10 YEAR OLD GYPSY GIRL stands screaming amid thesatanic fury.

Eddie hides again in bushes. He sees: OFFICERS - includingSERGEANT BOB CRAVEN - ginger bearded and carnivorous - and ashort arse - CONSTABLE TOM DOUGLAS. Also DETECTIVE SERGEANTS

JIM PRENTICE and DICK ALDERMAN - greased blonde hair,

moustache and sideburns. All smoking and drinking andlaughing. Illuminated by the flames of hell. At their centreis Detective Chief Superintendent Bill Molloy. Molloy looksup. Eddie buries his face in the mud.

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22 INT. EDDIE’S MOTHER’S HOUSE, BEDROOM - DAWN 22

Eddie is sprawled on the bed, fully clothed and muddy in thefloral room. His mother brings him tea.

EDDIE’S MOTHER

Look at the state of you.

EDDIE:

Says you, not dressed at this time.

Not like you.

EDDIE’S MOTHER

No, love. Not today.

She sits, staring. Lost.

EDDIE’S MOTHER

You know, he really loved you, yourdad...

EDDIE:

Had a funny way of showing it,

then.

(regrets saying it)

Mum...

Too late. His mother leaves him. He sits up, feeling bad...

His sister, Susan, stands in the doorway.

SUSAN:

You never did one good thing, you.

Upset mum again and you’re out on

your ear.

The door slams. Eddie winces.

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23 INT. STREETS - DAY 23

Eddie and Barry walk. Eddie looks like sh*t. He swallows acouple of pills. He’s in the middle of telling Barry aboutthe previous night.

EDDIE:

It was f***ing vicious, Barry.

BARRY:

Games, Eddie. Hidden agendas. Youwatch out...

EDDIE:

That phone call - “White vans andGypos”? What’s that about?

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BARRY:

Bill Molloy’s got it in forGypsies, hasn’t he.

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EDDIE:

Question is, who’s got it in forBill?

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BARRY:

Be one of his. Breaking ranks. It’s

been like the Medici court in

there.

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EDDIE:

That brown nose, Hadley wouldnever’ve printed it anyway. *

Barry watches Eddie - sizing him up...

BARRY:

That land’s ear-marked. New John

Dawson Development. *

EDDIE:

What? Flats? *

BARRY:

Flats my arse. A temple! Averitable pleasure dome...

(pulls back)

Here, don’t be late, mate. BadgerBill doesn’t like newspaper men.

(shoves him forward)

Into the lion’s den you go.

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24 INT. WAKEFIELD POLICE STATION, MOLLOY’S OFFICE - DAY 24

Bill Molloy - white streak through his black hair - sitsscowling behind his desk looking very tired and very pissedoff. Eddie is afraid and nervous.

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MOLLOY:

How’s Jack Whitehead and that boss

of yours?

EDDIE:

They’re both fine, sir, thank

you...

MOLLOY:

Detective Chief Superintendent.

EDDIE:

Detective Chief Superintendent...

MOLLOY:

Go on, then son, surprise me.

EDDIE:

Well sir, Chief Superintendent,

I was wondering if, well, if there

was any news about Clare Kemplay...

MOLLOY:

Nothing! Sweet f*** all. That poor

lass is dead, son...

EDDIE:

I see...

(readies himself)

And Jeanette Garland, Susan

Ridyard?...

(silence from Molloy)

I mean, there’s a similarity... I

was thinking about the A34 Murders -

Cannock Chase...

MOLLOY:

What the f*** do you know about

Cannock Chase?

EDDIE:

What I’m trying to say is, it

turned out to be the work of one

man, and Jeanette Garland and Susan *

Ridyard went missing... *

MOLLOY:

You think you’re the only one to

put that together, you vain little

twat. My senile bloody aunty could.

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