Red Riding Page #7

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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.

Eddie back in his crib. The telephone buzzer goes.

MOLLOY:

You haven’t got a story, son. Best

we find a body and quick. Check the

bins, see who’s got themselves an

early Away Day...

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EDDIE:

Right. Pull in the local Gypos and

Paddies...

MOLLOY:

Who said anything about Gypos?

EDDIE:

Well, I just thought... They’d be

likely suspects, wouldn’t they...?

MOLLOY:

Have we met before, son?

EDDIE:

Don’t think so, sir, no...

The buzzer goes again. Molloy’s on his feet.

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