Red Riding Page #4

EDDIE:

This is my story, isn’t it, Mr.

Hadley.

HADLEY:

“Spot the Ball’ is the reason 39%

of working-class males buy this

paper...

EDDIE:

(wants to kill him)

Interesting...

HADLEY:

What do you honestly think?

EDDIE:

About working class males?

HADLEY:

Do you think it could be the same

man?

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EDDIE:

Yeah. Yes, I do.

Hadley appraises Eddie - seen that ambition before.

HADLEY:

All right. I’ll arrange for you to

have a one to one with DCS Molloy

first thing.

EDDIE:

(set to go)

Thank you, sir...

HADLEY:

He’ll ask you not to write the

story. You’ll agree, And he’ll

appear grateful.

EDDIE:

Mr. Hadley...

HADLEY:

But you’ll go ahead and do all the

background work anyway. Human

Interest. Five Years On or

whatever. So if you’re right, we

won’t be left in the starting

stalls.

EDDIE:

Right...

HADLEY:

Might as well tell you, Bill Molloy

suspects itinerants.

EDDIE:

Itinerants?

HADLEY:

Gypsies.

EDDIE:

There’s a surprise.

HADLEY:

Don’t push him. This paper has an

excellent relationship with our

newly amalgamated Police Force. I’d

like to keep it that way.

EDDIE:

(f*** that)

Of course, sir.

Eddie heads for the door.

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HADLEY:

You really ought to have a go at

these. Right up your street.

EDDIE:

Thank you, sir, I will.

Eddie’s bright face. Murder in his heart.

17 INT. THE PRESS CLUB - NIGHT 17

Eddie - Jumping Jack Flash - heads through the red darkness

of a bar in hell. Genuine Formica veneer, booze, fag smoke, a

small stage where A WOMAN IN A FEATHERED DRESS belts out

“We’ve Only Just Begun”.

A table of CRONIES: Barry Gannon, George Greaves, Gaz.

Snatches of journo chat:

GEORGE GREAVES:

They’d hacked f***ing swan’s wings

off. Clean off! Left poor bastard

lying there...

GAZ:

You’re joking!

GEORGE GREAVES:

Still alive apparently. Kids, they

think...

Eddie glad-hands as he passes. Doesn’t veer off True North:

the bar decked in fairy lights. Barry tags along with Eddie.

They shove through the CROWD.

BARRY:

How’d it go with Hadley?

EDDIE:

He doesn’t want me pushing the

unsolveds with Molloy.

BARRY:

Right. Background sh*t. Interview

the families. Mr. and Mrs. Parents

of the Missing, Presumed Dead.

EDDIE:

They’ll be following Clare Kemplay.

Be back there anyway.

BARRY:

And you’ll help them. Catharsis.

EDDIE:

F*** off.

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The bar-woman, BET, has Eddie’s drink ready for him. Pint and

a whisky. Eddie downs the scotch, quenches it with the beer.

EDDIE:

Same again for me, Bet. And a...?

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