Red Riding: In the Year of Our Lord 1974 Page #3
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about Jeanette.
Sure?
Thank you.
Mr. Garland about, or...
No.
What is it that you want,
Mister-
Mr. Dunford?
Um, well...
I'm doing this article,
and it's about the...
about parents of children
who have gone missing.
It's about how people
like yourself,
like your husband, have coped
after all the fuss
has died down.
It must be a very difficult time
for you, bring it all back.
I understand that.
I know how you must have felt.
No, you have no idea how I feel.
No.
I mean, one of the things,
for example...
do you feel
that the police
could have done anything more
to have helped you?
Yeah, there was one thing.
Right. What was that?
They could have found
my daughter.
Yeah.
You come into my house
like you're discussing
the weather
or some war
in another f***ing country.
You know, this thing
happened to me.
Can you get out, please?
Just get out!
He killed himself.
What?
Her husband's dead?
Never got over Jeanette.
Sucked on a shotgun a year back.
Oh... sh*t.
You're supposed to know
these things, Dunford.
It didn't exactly make
the front page down south,
did it?
Well, it did here.
You should have f***ing known.
Do your job.
Time, gentlemen, please.
How about you?
How was, um-how was Shangri-la?
[Sighs]
Mrs. Dawson told me
my life's in danger.
Bollocks.
Look, Barry, if you believe it,
you've got to tell someone.
Oh, yeah, who? The law?
F*** that.
These people are the law.
- Eddie.
- Yeah?
That gypsy camp, Hunslet Carr.
- Yeah?
- Take a closer look.
Dawson set up a 100 million
property trust.
100 million.
It would be interesting to know
who else is on that board.
There are death squads
out there, eh?
You're ignorant, Dunford.
along with
that notepad of yours.
[Scoffs]
Want a lift or what?
I'm going t'other way.
[Laughs] Piss head!
Never had the urge
to deliver us from evil, then?
No, never.
The devil triumphs
when good men do naught.
[Tires squeal]
[Siren wails]
What are you doing here, lad?
Just been for a pint.
What about you?
[Chuckles] F*** off.
It's all right; I'm over 18-
- Shut up, you little poof!
[Groans]
I didn't do anything!
What do you want?
I'll tell you
what we don't want.
We don't want tits like you
bothering people
we don't want bothering.
Yeah. Not very nice, is it?
Is it?
F***!
[Groans]
[Gasping]
[Car door slams]
[Coughing]
[Engine revs]
[Dramatic music]
All right, Mrs. Garland?
It seems like a nice local.
Yeah, yeah. It used to be.
You mind if I have a seat
for a sec?
One of them for me?
Come here often?
It sounds like you're trying
to pick me up, Mr. Dunford.
I hope your friends in the force
don't see us here together.
What?
What are you talking about?
It's all right.
I got the message.
You didn't have to do that.
You didn't have to go
to the police.
Well, I never-I never said
anything to the police.
- No?
- No.
- Who'd you tell, then?
- No one.
Look, Mrs. Garland...
Paula.
It's Paula.
Paula, I'm very, very sorry...
about earlier.
It's all right.
You were doing your job.
Might help find my little girl.
Yeah, but still,
I was right out of order.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
I didn't know
about your husband.
Right.
Well...
the ring always felt
a bit loose, to be honest.
[Chuckles]
And there, that was
Do you want another drink?
Just another drink, that's all.
That's a bad idea.
[Dog barking]
[Dramatic music]
[Telephone ringing]
Eddie?
It's for you.
About Barry.
Come on!
Come on! Come on!
[Muttering]
[Indistinct conversation]
[Talking stops]
His brakes went.
Straight into the back
of a van, bang.
A pane of glass sliced through,
scalped him.
Took the top of his f***ing head
clean off.
Are they sure it's him?
Barry's dead, mate.
Yeah, and in f***ing Morley too.
Dead drunk is what I heard.
Yeah, you'd know,
wouldn't you, Jack?
Oh, mea culpa.
But it wasn't me
getting the dear departed
pissed up, was it?
Come on, lads. Press conference.
Are you sure you've got
the stomach for it, Scoop?
What, just like you, Jack?
Oh, no.
No, you're the man.
Jack Whitehead's away
from his desk just now.
Sergeant Bob Fraser.
Thanks for coming, Mr. Dunford.
Yeah.
I know you were friends.
Mm, yeah.
So the van was carrying
plates of glass?
Yes.
And one of them went
through his windscreen?
Yes.
So you reckon
it were instantaneous?
I'd say so, sir. Yes.
Yeah.
F***.
Yeah.
I understand
you last saw Mr. Gannon
in the Shakespeare Public House.
Would you say that he was
drinking heavily?
No.
No.
And you've no idea
where he went from there?
Mm-mm.
No idea why he might have
come to Morley?
No, none.
I see.
Mm.
We almost have
all the details, sir.
There will be
an inquest tomorrow.
That's a bit quick, isn't it?
I think the family are keen to,
you know, get it all sorted.
I can be reached
through the Morley
police station.
You're one of the good ones,
aren't you, Sergeant?
I do my best, sir.
Not good copy, is it?
No.
[Laughter]
No.
[Footsteps]
[Gentle guitar music]
"We live in an age of
great investigative journalism.
"Barry Gannon was one of the men
who gave us that age.
"Where he saw injustice,
he asked for justice.
"Where he saw lies,
he asked for the truth.
"Barry Gannon once said,
"'The truth can only
make us richer.'
"For those of us
who seek the truth,
Barry Gannon's passing
can only make us poorer."
Not overly panegyric, is it?
Panegyric?
No, I don't think so.
Here.
Do we really need this?
Interesting story.
Been a spate of
animal mutilations,
hacked-about swans
found over on Bretton Park.
I'm not stupid, lad.
Jack showed me the post-mortem.
Right, well,
it's background, isn't it?
We'll get some police quotes.
Maybe we'll run it on Thursday.
Thank you very much, sir.
mind.
Just straightforward
animal abuse,
like those pit ponies.
All right. Yeah, no problem.
And try and pull back
on the more visceral details.
You don't want that
with your cornflakes, do you?
No.
Absolutely, Mr. Hadley.
Thank you.
- Edward.
- Yes?
You're trying too hard.
You're just like Barry.
Do you know we could be sued
because of Barry?
Mrs. Dawson's recovering up
at Hartley's after his visit.
Hartley's loony bin?
Nursing home.
Sorry.
Sorry to, uh-to hear that, sir.
Take care, won't you, lad?
Yeah.
[Phones ringing]
I'm just here to see
my Auntie Marjorie.
Marjorie Dawson. Sorry.
We had to give her something
for her nerves.
She was in a right state
when they brought her back.
Mrs. Dawson, you have a visitor.
It's Eric, Mrs. Dawson,
your nephew.
It sometimes takes her a while
to come round.
I know. I understand.
Oh, thank you.
It's locked.
Who are you?
I'm Edward Dunford.
I'm a journalist.
So you've been telling lies?
It's the privilege
of the profession.
[Laughs]
I just want to ask you
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