Edge of Darkness Page #5

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a cup of coffee some day,

but we have to

just talk now.

I'd like to ask you things about

her. Personal things maybe

I never knew, but there's

no time now...

Look, honey, I can't

take this, okay?

I... talk to me, okay?

Talk to me.

- I introduced her to them.

- Introduced her to who, honey?

Nightflower.

F***, you know.

Corporations this,

corporations that.

Just keep it

straight, okay?

They had a little

shack up the river.

Nightflower.

- I'm so afraid.

- Who are you afraid of?

They came to my house.

These guys in black suits,

asking about Emma,

I lied my ass off!

What were they doing in

Northmoor that Emma

wanted to expose?

Bennetts the motherf***er.

Alright? It's Bennett.

That's all she wanted to say

at first. That he was insane.

She realized he was

completely f***ing insane.

Okay, whether he was

this, that or whatever,

What were they doing

at Northmoor?

Why did Emma go to

Nightflower?

Because she couldn't go to the

papers because of the contract.

The Senator wouldn't help. You

are not hearing this from me.

Alright, you are not.

I run a luggage store.

I got a three year old.

I'm not hearing this

from you.

What did they do at Northmoor

that Emma wanted to expose?

She had this for you.

In case...

I never wanted...

I'm just a person.

You know, I'm just

a f***ing person.

Okay. I know.

Go back to your

baby, okay?

I never saw you.

Alright? Go on.

I got to tell you

something else first.

What?

She thought they

poisoned her.

You know...

I always liked

this town.

When she moved

out here...

She said it reminded her

of Paris in the Twenties.

We have a very traditional

home in Boston, and...

maybe it wasn't what she

wanted out of life, you know?

What was the name of

her contact in Nightflower?

Tell me that and

we're done.

No, I'm done now.

In her phone records it

was a guy called Robinson.

Is that the guy?

Yeah.

Now I'm done.

We've stabilized her.

She's in a coma, although we

weren't able to save her leg.

She has a child, is there

anybody who could...

Her parents just arrived.

Thanks.

Go ahead. I'll

keep you posted.

Thanks.

My name is Emma

Charlotte Craven.

I work at Northmoor,

Massachusetts,

as a research assistant.

I know that I am violating

the security conditions

of my workplace, and I

know I am committing a crime.

But I'm doing this because I've

exhausted every legal avenue

that is available to me,

and no one would listen.

So, now I have to

do what's right.

Northmoor is

breaking the law.

They are making

nuclear weapons.

But these are not US

nuclear weapons,

they are weapons designed

to foreign specification

and built with

foreign materials.

So, obviously, if these

bombs were ever used,

they would be traced

back to another country,

and not the US.

I've stolen documents,

images, blueprints.

But we need proof of

the weapons themselves,

so I'm showing a team

of people how to get into

the Northmoor facility

to video the evidence.

I'm recoding all this

because I'm very scared.

I'm under constant

surveillance.

My phone is tapped

and I'm being followed.

So chances are that if you're

watching this I'm already dead.

I...

I love you, dad.

F***

If another contractor asks

to run his own security,

What should I say?

I suppose that

would be up to you.

This is called a containment

situation. I wonder why, really.

The problem is that there

are things uncontained

and some of them will

never get back in the box.

You're scared about

Craven. Very wisely so.

But here is the damage

control analysis:

Apart from Craven, three sets

of parents have lost their kids.

Now you have an employee

who tries to run over

a single mother, only to be

shot in the head by the

same cop that you

previously bereaved.

I don't know what you're

talking about, and surely

you're not saying it.

Do you know what the thing

is about the dead, Bennett?

They have got lovers, friends,

relatives, a billion loose ends.

Lets start at the beginning

of this debacle.

Nightflower is a pack of paranoid

anti-corporate freaks.

You think three of their people

drowned is going to read

as an accident?

It was an accident.

And the man involved in the

other incident was a Bosnian,

who as far as the paperwork

is considered is live and well

in London, at this

very moment.

You can do my job, it seems

I can also do yours.

What you're doing

is not my job.

Isn't it?

Look, even if the drownings

were accidental, the Nightflower

bodies were recovered by a

radiation team and disposed of.

- By your people, not mine.

- You told my office they were

contaminated terrorists, not that

they were American citizens

that you had contaminated.

One of them is the only child

of a mother with

multiple sclerosis.

When she's on TV, saying:

"The last thing I knew, they

were breaking into Northmoor",

do you know what Im saying?

Do you understand what

you have done?

What's worse, me doing it,

or you covering it up?

I'm just a private individual,

a citizen, a man.

You on the other hand

are the US government.

What I am is the guy whose

only fuckup was letting you

have your own

security fiefdom.

Whatever they say,

there was never a break.

Northmoor has never

had a security breach,

Northmoor has never

had an accident

and Northmoor does

not make weapons.

Least of all things supposed

in certain contingencies

best known to you to look

like jihadist dirty bombs.

I wouldn't worry

about it more.

"F*** you, it's classified", still

works as far as Im concerned.

Are you even here,

Mr. Bennett?

Are we even talking?

I'm at my house in Virginia.

I've got food poisoning.

Where are you?

Oh, I'm not here.

Is Robinson keeping

his part of the bargain?

- Mr. Robinson?

- Yes.

- Mr. Allison Robinson Jr?

- Yes.

Could you remove the

glasses please, Sir?

My daughter was Emma Craven.

She wasn't killed in your

amphibious little operation

against the corporate Satan.

She was killed later!

On my front porch!

Come here!

I want to know why you, with

your concerns for the planet

and the human race stayed

silent about the drowning

deaths of your people.

Why is that?

People with families.

All of them had kids.

And one of them

was my daughter.

I'm not going to

hit you again.

And she's not here because

of you. You son of a b*tch!

Now you got a serious

situation here Mr. Robinson.

See they know who you

are, and you're not dead.

You're not dead, shot,

hurt, poisoned, nothing.

Now I figure that's

because you cut a deal.

You're going to cut

another deal with me.

You're going to

tell me everything.

- Come on, you scum.

- No!

I need to know something

about the properties of the

substance you gave

Emma Craven.

I would rather not discuss

it in those terms.

Is it something she could have

encountered in her work?

Any exposure, if there were

an exposure, would be consistent

with a documentable, procedural

failure on her part.

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