JAMAICA INN EP1 FIRST REVISION SET PINK 25.9.13
-to see that Launceston seems for all the world like a
frontier town from the Wild West.
DRAGOONS; PROSTITUTES; grimy TIN AND COPPER MINERS, chewing *
sticks; toothless old MEN; weather beaten FISHERMAN; and
young, rugged CHARMERS; all poor, most rough, spilling out of
the inn, drinking beer from mugs or tankards.
Fiddle music plays from somewhere. The small surrounding
houses are built of cold, grey Cornish granite.
It’s a long way from the twee morality of her home and MARY
is afraid, their eyes upon her as she steps around a MAN
who’s unconscious on the ground, and looks to see that the
other PASSENGERS have gone inside the bar.
As MARY hesitates to follow, unaccustomed to bars, a
uniformed Customs Riding Officer, LEGASSIK pulls up
-a filthy MAN in the back of his horse-drawn cart bleeding
from a wound to the leg, his hands and feet bound.
The COACH DRIVER peers inside the open-backed wagon with
interest as LEGASSIK climbs down -
Smuggler, is e?