Episode One - YELLOW AMENDS - 10/04/12
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But he has not seen what lies beneath him. That privilege belongs to an OLDER WOMAN. Her utter disgust at the profane sight of the body, and she SCREAMS. The GUIDE - seeing what the WOMAN sees -- GUIDE (CONT’D) Black shit and buggery. (then; bellowing) Murder! Murder! TITLES Those screams and bellows mixing into music. Urgent, orchestral, onward-moving. And images - archive photographs, drawings, press-cuttings - of serious, whiskered, hard-looking POLICEMEN about their business. They clobber FELONS, hold back MOBS, drink outside pubs. And they are all gathered now about the imposing Victorian frontage of the Leman Street Headquarters of H Division. Over which, letters form now. The legend: 1/5 A YOUNG MAN (HOBBS, 19) - a police constable in uniform. And he is sprinting across wet dark cobbles. Coated in sweat, his chest heaves, at the limits of his endurance. And his face - almost a boy’s face - is the picture of fear and anxiety. Still he runs, keening with exertion. Clattering around a corner now. Sees what he’s looking for: 3 other COPPERS in uniform, gathered, hidden in an alleyway about a Black Maria (police-wagon). HOBBS - almost collapsing into the arms of an older COPPER -- HOBBS (can barely speak) The Inspector... Must... see him... COPPER dismisses this notion with a laugh -- COPPER 1 Show yourself in there - he’ll have you bounced and flushing sewerage by morning. HOBBS won’t listen though. Just hands his helmet across and strips rapidly to undershirt and trousers. 1/4 RIPPER STREET. EXT. STREETS - NIGHT
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