DCI, Tommy Hadaway and his sidekick, Sammy Shite, are a pair of Geordie detectives. I'd like to write them as a recurring characters somewhere. They popped up in the worst idea for a sitcom thread so I decided to bring them to life.
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BLACK SCREEN
TITLES : HADAWAY & SHITE
SC1. INT - A BUSY POLICE STATION - DAY
TOMMY HADAWAY COMES INTO SHOT. HE'S WALKING QUICKLY AND TALKING OVER HIS SHOULDER TO SAMMY SHITE, ONE OF HIS DI'S
TOMMY:
I divvent care if you have to check the entire computah records, Shite, I just want that information on me desk by ten thoaty tomorrow like.
SAMMY:
I'll get onto it boss.
TOMMY:
Reet bonny lad see that you do. But now let's gan doon the pub for a quick livener though but.
SAMMY:
Champion boss.
SC2. INT - THE PUB - DAY
TOMMY AND SAMMY ARE AT THE BAR AND JACK THE LANDLORD IS POLISHING GLASSES BEHIND THE COUNTER.
TOMMY:
Reet Shite, what's it to be? Pint of Newcy broon?
SAMMY:
Nah boss, I'll have a pint of Fosters.
TOMMY:
I'll pretend I nevuh hoad that, Shite! Pint of Newcy broon is it?
SAMMY:
No it doesn't agree with me boss. Too heavy, sweet and sickly like.
TOMMY:
I knew it was mistake sending you to that coase in Lundun. You've turned in to a bloody southern softie. Pint of Newcy Jack, and get this one! A pint of Fosters.
JACK:
Fosters, Mr Hadaway? Nivver hoad of it like.
SAMMY:
It's a lager.
JACK:
Right! You're barred. Beat it!
THE PUNTERS LOOK ON IN TOTAL SHOCK. WE HEAR MUMBLES OF "WEIRDO" AND "WANKER" FROM THEM AS BOTH TOMMY AND SAMMY LEAVE THE BAR IN DISGRACE.
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