Red Riding: In the Year of Our Lord 1974 Page #2
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It was-it was like Vietnam
or something.
Well, Bill Molloy's got it in
for the gypsies, hasn't he?
You reckon it was the police?
Their style.
That land's earmarked.
New John Dawson development.
Here, don't be late, mate.
The Badger doesn't like
newspapermen.
Into the lion's den you go.
Come on, then, son.
Surprise me.
Well, Mr. Molloy, sir,
I was just wondering
if there were any more news
on Clare Kemplay?
Nothing.
Sweet f*** all.
That poor lass is dead, son.
And Jeanette Garland,
Susan Ridyard?
There are some
similarities there, eh?
I'm thinking about
the A34 murders, Cannock Chase.
What the f*** do you know
about Cannock Chase?
Just that it turned out
it was the work of one man,
wasn't it?
And here we have
Jeanette Garland, Susan Ridyard,
Clare Kemplay-
they all go missing.
You're not the first one
to put that together, son.
You vain little twat.
My senile bloody auntie could.
You haven't got a story, son.
Best we find her body,
and quick.
Check the bins.
See who's got themselves
an early away day.
All right.
Pull in local gypos and paddies.
Have we met before, son?
No.
No, I don't think so.
Good.
You do your digging,
and I'll do mine.
Now f*** off.
[Knocking at door]
Sir.
F***ing plods.
Breaking news...
[Radio static squealing]
[Doorbell rings]
Reporter, are you?
That obvious, is it?
We've seen a few around here.
Ridyards aren't in, love.
Oh, right.
Well, do you know
when they'll be back?
Gone away for a few days.
Can't blame them.
Brings it all back.
And what with them finding that
new one over in Fitzwilliam.
Sorry, what?
Clare Kemplay.
They found her.
Just on the news.
Dumped on a building site.
Eddie.
know, love.
Oh, f*** you, Eddie.
Oh, Jack Whitehead,
the crime reporter of the year.
Fancy you being here.
Oh, glad you could join us,
Scoop.
Boss wants to see you, ASAP.
Early bird and all that.
Is it true you like it
up trap two from Jack?
You're the one
who's f***ed, Scoop.
You couldn't be reached,
so I sent for Jack.
So I'm off the story?
Not at all, not at all, no.
Just sit down a minute, Edward.
Edward, park your ass.
I want a word.
Look, I've got a couple
of other things
I want you to follow up for me,
all right, a favour.
Wha-what? What favour?
I want you to go to Shangri-la.
What?
Shangri-la.
It was a silver wedding present
apparently,
her favourite film.
What are you on about?
Dawson Place.
John Dawson,
the construction magnate.
Right.
Barry's got a theory:
Local corruption.
Barry reckons
that Marjorie Dawson
will corroborate all the stuff
we've dug up on her husband.
Now, look, Marjorie Dawson
is not a well woman.
It is ethically dubious
to bother her.
So I want you to go with Barry
and make sure he doesn't go off
at the deep end.
All right, so what about
Clare Kemplay?
We'll let Jack handle it
for the most part, eh?
You can do the background.
Who found her?
A builder's mate,
a lad from Fitzwilliam.
Now, Edward,
I'm asking you to drop it.
All right.
Good.
So you'll stay away
from Fitzwilliam, then?
[Woman yelling indistinctly]
[Knocking at door]
Hiya. Mrs. Cole?
Edward Dunford.
I'm from the Yorkshire Post.
To see our Leonard, isn't it?
Yeah, that's right.
Just a quick chat.
He's had enough with police.
He don't need
to keep going over it.
Mary, Mary, it's okay.
It's all right.
Hi.
Sorry. I'm Martin Laws.
Pleasure. Edward Dunford.
Sorry about my hands.
I've been working
on the allotment.
Sorry about that. Not a problem.
I'm just here for a quick chat
with Leonard,
if that's all right?
I don't want to bother you.
Put the comic away, Leonard.
All right, Leonard?
I'm Edward Dunford.
I'm a journalist
for the Yorkshire Post.
I just want to ask you
a couple of questions, you know.
They thought he'd done it,
you know?
Shut up, Mum.
Hey, you.
The police realized
it was a mistake.
So why did they think
you'd done it, Leonard?
Ask them.
He's a good boy, Mr. Dunford.
He didn't do nothing.
No, I don't...
I can see that.
You might as well get some brass
out of it, Leonard,
and tell us what happened.
It's not about the money,
Mr. Dunford.
It's the truth that matters.
Hmm?
Leonard will show you the place.
She were a lovely little thing.
We were waiting for the gaffer,
but he never come.
Right.
And it were raining, so...
we were just arsing about,
you know?
Yeah.
I went over
to have a wazz, like.
And that's when I saw her.
Down there?
She were lying there.
She had...
She had wings.
What?
Oh, f***!
I couldn't believe it were her.
[Gentle piano music]
On the day she went missing,
Clare was wearing a red cagoule
and red Wellington boots.
Junior and Infants School,
she was seen by witnesses
heading south...
You hard at it, Jackie?
Hello, Scoop.
Just had a chat
with Leonard Cole.
You naughty boy.
Didn't Auntie Hadley say you had
to go home for an early bath?
Heard you were over
at Clare Kemplay's post-mortem.
The police are [Belches]
Withholding exact details.
Haven't you got a family
to go home to?
You keep following me like this,
your friend Barry's
going to get very jealous.
Did you get a look at it?
Your friend
or the post-mortem?
Yeah, I saw it.
- And?
- And?
And that little girl
was tortured, raped,
and strangled
in that order.
Right.
I want all the details.
No, you don't, Scoop.
Jack.
Jack, don't f*** around.
Hey, whatever happened
to all those novels
that you wanted to write,
but you were too scared shitless
to even try?
All right, mate.
All right.
You f***ing tell me.
Eddie.
Eddie, I am pissing on
You are f***ing pathetic.
Just a hack.
Such insight.
- The yellow jester
does not play
But gently pulls
the strings
He smiles
as the puppets dance
In the court
of the crimson king
[Music stops]
A man left this for you, love.
Nice man.
Said he were a friend of yours.
Jack somebody or other.
Mum, I'm working.
"Presence of coal dust..."
Ligature marks.
Tears and bruising.
Swan's wings stitched
into her back.
Stitched into her back.
"4 luv."
Carved into her skin.
Carved into her skin.
[Dramatic music]
Here we are, at Shangri-la.
All great buildings
resemble crimes, they say.
Oh, yeah?
Right.
Oh, f*** Hadley.
I'm going to go and talk
to Jeanette Garland's family.
You still you think
there's a connection
to Clare Kemplay
and t'other missing girls?
Absolutely, yeah.
Good lad.
And, uh, don't go
off the deep end, Barry.
Ha ha ha.
[Gentle guitar music]
New Labour government,
what is being seen
as a resounding victory
for the miners.
Around 260,000 miners
have accepted weekly pay rises
ranging from six pounds to...
[Doorbell rings]
Hiya.
Are you Mrs. Paula Garland?
Yeah.
Hi.
I'm Edward Dunford.
I'm from the Yorkshire Post.
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