Red Riding: In the Year of Our Lord 1974 Page #4

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a couple of questions,

Mrs. Dawson.

I can't help you, Mr. Dunford.

I don't know.

I think maybe you can.

See, um...

See, you told my friend

Barry Gannon that-

that his life was in danger,

and he was killed last night.

How terrible.

You didn't know that, did you?

Who knows what I'm supposed

to know these days?

[Sobbing]

See, I just can't figure it out.

Why-why would you tell

my friend that he was in danger?

He always used to be so careful.

Who? Your husband?

You smell so strongly.

I'm sorry.

You smell of death.

Look, Mrs. Dawson.

Don't touch me!

Hey, it's all right.

I'm not gonna-

- Please, don't!

I'm not going to hurt you.

I'm not.

Shh. It's okay.

It's all right.

It's all right!

Tell them about the others.

- What?

- The others.

What others?

What are you talking about?

Please tell them where they are.

Will you tell me

what you're talking about?

Hello. You must be going.

Lying bastard!

Get up!

All right. All right!

[Groans]

- A certain smile

A certain face

Can lead

an unsuspecting heart

On a merry chase

[Yelling]

- A fleeting glance

[Gasping]

Aah!

[Yelling]

[Yells]

[Whimpering]

[Ominous music]

[Gasps]

[Groans]

I found you by the car.

You were covered in blood.

Umph.

What time is it?

Just gone 6:
00, love.

Okay.

What are you doing?

Mum.

Don't be daft.

You're not fit.

This is my work, right?

Don't do this to me.

[groans]

Mum, Mum, Mum, Mum, Mum.

He really loved you, your dad.

He had a funny way

of showing it.

Upset Mum again,

and you're out on your ear.

You never did

one good thing, you.

[Girl screams]

Mum.

Mum, I've got to go.

Okay?

[Sobs]

[Gasps]

It's not safe.

[Gentle guitar music]

Hi there.

[Door shuts] Dad?

Sit down, then.

Here you go.

Thank you.

So what happened to your hand?

It was the same two coppers

that warned me off

last time I was here.

Look, I told you before.

I never said anything

to the police.

Paula, please.

Come on. I need to know.

Paula, please tell me.

Right.

I was upset after you went so...

so John came over.

Who's John?

John Dawson.

So what did you tell him?

I told him some f***ing

journalist had been round

asking questions.

You pissed me off.

Well, there you go, then.

Why didn't you tell me

about Dawson?

He was very kind to us

when Jeanette went missing.

Substandard housing,

dodgy property trusts,

backhanders

to the local council.

He's been very good to me.

Oh, yeah? I bet he has.

Oh, what is that

supposed to mean?

Do you think he'd do

something like this?

- No.

- No?

No. Why would he?

I don't know.

Maybe because of what I know.

Huh, and what do you know,

Eddie?

I know that Clare Kemplay

was found

on a Dawson construction site.

You're talking nonsense.

And I know all the Dawsons

in this world care about

are their lies and their money.

Look, you don't know anything.

You're j-just a-a boy.

And I know that there is

some bastard out there

who is taking, raping,

murdering little girls

and nobody's going to stop him

because no one

really f***ing cares.

What, and you do?

Yeah, maybe I do.

Thank you.

[sobs]

[Dramatic music]

[Birds chirping]

[Speaking softly]

Okay, here we are.

Two little dickey birds, yeah,

sitting on the wall,

one called Peter,

one called Paul.

Fly away, Peter.

Fly away, Paul.

Hmm.

You know, when she

was just a baby, I...

I used to lie awake at night

and-and wonder what I'd do

if anything happened to her.

And I-and I'd run

to her room, and I'd-

and I'd wake her up and...

I'd hug her and hug her

and hug her.

And...

And when she never came home,

all those terrible,

terrible things had come true.

[Sobbing]

Come here.

I've got you.

I've got you.

[Gentle guitar music]

Good piece by Hadley, wasn't it?

A bit on the panegyric side,

I thought.

Aye, I suppose.

Barry would have appreciated it.

Doubt it.

Come for a spin in the Jensen,

Mr. Dunford?

Why would I want to do that?

I was a great admirer

of your late colleague.

Such a waste.

John Dawson.

F*** the press club wake, eh?

[Chuckles]

Jump in.

Jump in.

[Children singing]

This nation's in f***ing chaos

with its hung parliaments.

A year ago,

they were to bring back

rationing.

Now we've got inflation

at f***ing 25%.

The country's at war,

Mr. Dunford.

The governments and the unions,

the left and the right,

the rich and the poor.

Then you've got

your enemies within:

Your paddies, your wogs,

your n*ggers,

your f***ing gypos,

the poofs, the perverts,

even the bloody women.

They're all out

for what they can get.

I tell you, soon, there'll be

naught left for us lot.

Time to turn the tide.

So you're not

a Labour man, then?

Of course I bloody am.

The Tory c*nts have

out priced themselves.

Your Labour man

will always do a deal.

[Laughs]

The trouble with your generation

is, you know naught.

Your lot never fought

a bloody war.

F***ing cowboys

and Indians then, son.

Like now.

Are you going to continue

our late friend's crusade

against local corruption,

Mr. Dunford?

Why'd you ask me that?

Me and Barry

had a very special relationship.

Most of the time.

Mutually beneficial, it was.

In what way?

I'm in a fortunate position

to be able to

occasionally pass on information

that comes my way,

certain officials sticking

their fingers

where they shouldn't,

that kind of thing.

You like the cut?

Top man, your dad.

Knew how to cut his cloth.

Solid, dependable.

That's not you,

is it, Mr. Dunford?

You're more like me.

We like to f*** and make a buck,

and we're not right choosy how.

Isn't that right?

Eh?

Drop by Saturday lunchtime.

I've got something

that might interest you.

Mr. Dunford.

What?

My wife is a very unwell woman.

Speak to her again, it won't be

your hand that gets smashed.

Come on.

Seen Jack's leader?

Ziggy was in, love.

Looking for you.

Who were?

Poof with the orange hair.

He's outside.

I saw you at Barry's funeral,

didn't I?

We've seen things, you know?

I'll bet you have.

Listen, I know people,

powerful people,

because I have sucked the c*cks

of some of the greatest men

this country has.

Well, a boy should have a hobby.

Listen, don't let me keep you.

Hey, relax. Just relax.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

Okay?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

I'm not going to bite you.

You liked Barry, didn't you?

Yeah, I did,

because he was kind.

Yeah, he was.

Yeah.

And he liked you.

He said he wanted to help you.

[Laughs]

This is his life's work.

He said to give it to you

in case anything

happened to him.

Do you think Barry was murdered?

Listen to me.

BJ loved Barry,

really loved him.

But he was too f***ing scared

to go to his funeral.

I don't know who did Barry.

I don't want to know.

[Dramatic music]

[Telephone rings]

Michael John Myshkin of

69 Newstead View, Fitzwilliam,

was today taken

into police custody

for the murder of Clare Kemplay.

Myshkin has insisted...

It's f***ing mental out there.

So who is he?

Works for a photo lab.

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