Episode One - YELLOW AMENDS - 10/04/12
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REID (CONT’D) (vicious; whispered) This had better be good. HOBBS - a desperate nod, managing to get the words out -- HOBBS They’ve found a tart. Up on Folgate. (a beat) She’s been ripped, Inspector. REID - his eyes, the shock of this, the worst possible news. EXT. STREETS - NIGHT 1/7 The Black Maria - flying through nighttime streets. Inside - those three uniformed COPPERS. And with them - REID. Urgently addressing his men as they travel -- REID And looking now to the boxer DRAKE - towelling the sweat from his body throwing his jacket on. Around his waist he slings a chain, vicious billy club attached to the end of it -- DRAKE They’ll do their duty, sir. EXT. FOLGATE - NIGHT 1/8 The sounds of a seething MOB - gathered at one end of a now sealed street. Rage and fear in equal measure. DRAKE and the other COPPERS barely manage to hold it all back. Beyond them a courtyard at the end of the street that is signalled and illuminated for us by a series of phosphorous flashes. Like as not, word will have spread. We find a mob there - you follow the Sergeant. Reveal the source of that strange light - the insect-like shape of a PHOTOGRAPHER, a tripod camera, and the stamen of his flash gun raised high. Reid, lantern in front of him, stops - despite everything, the machine fixates him. A moments wonder as the gun FLASHES. And reveals the bundle of drapes and flesh that was once a young woman. REID You. The photographer - CECIL CREIGHTON (50s, pale, bespectacled, unimpressive whiskers) - turning to Reid, who still must shout above the clamour of the mob --
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