Episode One - YELLOW AMENDS - 10/04/12
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SMEATON (cont'd)
(beat) Louse. Lurker. Magsman. Even if I could tell ‘em apart - I’d cut my tongue out before I blew on ‘em to you. And he spits a lump of sputum on to REID’S face. HOBBS and another of the PLAINCLOTHES - laying into SMEATON with their clubs; blows to face and stomach. REID stops them. Coolly reaches into SMEATON’S pocket. For the money he was paying out. Looks at it -- REID Counterfeit currency. I shall send you down for snide too, Joe. And he uses the money to wipe the spit away. Grabs SMEATON’S face, pushes his mouth apart and shoves the money inside it. INT. LEMAN STREET - CORRIDORS / CELL - NIGHT 1/65 REID - still holding that arm, walks with DRAKE. The sweat of the fight still on him, the bruising around his face -- REID If he has anything to tell us about this man, we’re taking it this time. Their injuries, their grim purpose, striding toward us. Opening a cell door now, to find -- CHRISTIAN THWAITES - slumped. His shirt removed and tied through the bars of his cell. The other end of it about his neck. Quite dead. REID (CONT’D) (cont’d) Oh no, no... Get Jackson! INT. LEMAN STREET - REID’S OFFICE - NIGHT 1/66 A knock at the door. DRAKE slings it open to reveal ARTHERTON - the desk sergeant -- ARTHERTON Mr. Thwaites’ particulars, sir. A nod from REID. He gestures at the desk. Where ARTHERTON deposits a buff envelope. JACKSON May I? REID nods. JACKSON produces the usual belongings, wallet, watch, keys. Goes through the wallet. Produces a photograph.
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