Red Riding Page #5

BARRY:

Scotch and water.

EDDIE:

Large scotch and water.

BARRY:

One thing is for sure - they’re

linked all right. I know it.

EDDIE:

Yeah...? Linked to what?

BARRY:

How long have you got? Everything’s

linked, Eddie. Show me two things

that aren’t.

EDDIE:

Stoke City and f***ing

Championship?

BARRY:

Eddie, it’s a conspiracy. We’ve got

MI5 keeping an eye on our Harold.

And Mountbatten waiting in the

wings with a military junta...

EDDIE:

Bollocks.

BARRY:

There are Death Squads out there.

They give them a taste in Northern

Ireland, then bring ‘em back home

hungry.

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...

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