Episode One - YELLOW AMENDS - 10/04/12
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JACKSON Don’t you all catch cold out here? ROSE Wouldn’t know. Never been here before.
And they turn to leave. Back through into the warehouse. Heading for the stairs. Where JACKSON stops by a large waste paper container. Has a quick rifle through it all. Cast-offs, over-exposures, that kind of thing. But something takes his eye. The image is over-exposed, useless - but there are figures discernible in it. Naked flesh; a man’s hand clasping a buttock. Jackson’s eyes go wide. He pockets the image. INT. THE BROWN BEAR - DAY 1/55 A pub - thick with smoke and talk and off-duty COPPERS. A very masculine energy about the place, it’s yards from HQ and where our men come to DRINK. Follow a BUSBOY. Two enormous CHOPS on tin-plates. A tin-pot of beer, 2 glasses, unceremoniously dumped now in front of REID and DRAKE. They set in -- REID We have her name. DRAKE We know how she was killed. REID And nothing else. Then - a disturbance. An alteration in the currents of the room. The place quieting. Reid and Drake - looking up to see many men and their suspicious eyes on -- Jackson - perfectly unworried about this. Moving toward Reid and Drake. DRAKE (going back to his chop) What does he want? Jackson - above them. Tossing on to the table his little collection of porn cards. Rose disports herself in front of them. Drake almost chokes on his lunch. JACKSON (CONT’D) (cont’d) Your lead, Inspector. Your notion about the dry plates... DRAKE Disgusting. JACKSON Disgustingly remunerative.
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