Red Road Page #2

I want them here with me.

It'd feel wrong

to have them anywhere else.

You've got Brenda.

Can you understand?

This garden was nice

when you moved in.

It needs seeing to.

You've let it go.

Who is it?

Clyde?

He's not in.

Is that Stevie?

Who's this?

When's he back?

F*** knows. Who is it?

Can I leave something for him?

What?

Whisky.

Hiya.

I was at the party.

You're the bird

that knocked Clyde back, aren't you?

- Do you want a drink?

- Come in.

April, darling,

do you want a drink?

Just go in the front.

April.

Lazy bastard.

Wake up.

- Here, sit yourself here.

- All right?

Are you not going back

to London, then?

No.

Clyde's out.

I know.

I'm gonna wait for him.

I'll put on some jeans.

It's getting cold.

We were wondering how we'd

get through tonight. We're all skint.

Help yourself.

Ta.

That's some view.

Eh?

Some view you've got.

It's all right, isn't it?

So where is Clyde?

F*** knows. Trying to get work.

Thinks if he paints his number

on the van people'll phone for work.

Had one phone call in three weeks -

it was the wrong f***ing number.

Sit down.

Cheers. You don't want to sit here?

No.

How do you know him, anyway?

We just met

along the road.

Outside the flat?

Just at the pub.

He's charming

for a ginger c*nt.

He's some guy.

Aye, you can say that again.

I'm surprised he's not tempted

to do what he did before.

What would that be?

Just all his dodgy stuff.

What's your name?

Who the f*** wants to hire

a locksmith who's been in jail?

So what's with the whisky?

Is that a make-up thing, like?

A make-up thing?

He was raging when you left.

I guess so.

You want to feel the wind?

Feel what?

The wind up here's f***ing brilliant.

Come on, I'll show you.

April, come here, babe.

Your purse.

Come here a minute.

Come here. I'll show you.

Come here a minute.

Come here, babe.

Here. Right in. Right.

You need to get right in.

Ready?

- F***ing quality.

- It's quite high.

Oh, God!

Put her down.

You all right?

April, I was having a laugh with you.

Wasn't f***ing funny.

You scared her.

What the f*** do you mean?

I wasn't going to drop her, was I?

- I think you'd better go.

- Yeah.

So who will I say come round?

It's cool. I'll give him a call.

I'll just say

the bird with the nice arse,

he calls you.

April,

come here a minute.

Sorry, I can't find my purse.

Sh*t.

Thieving little...

Hi, Angus.

It's Jackie.

Sorry,

I'm not feeling well.

Would you get

somebody to cover for me?

OK.

Bye.

Are you lost?

No, I'm all right.

- Glass of wine, please.

- Certainly.

Is that all?

- Yeah, thanks.

- That'll be 1 .75, please.

Thanks very much.

Enjoy your drink.

I heard you came looking for me.

- I did.

- That's nice.

Cos I've been

thinking about you.

Oh, yeah?

I have this feeling

that I've met you before.

Is that right?

But I can't work it out.

Look at me.

I need you to look at me.

So, let me think.

Do you live round here?

Where do you live?

Maryhill.

So what you doing here?

I'm meeting a friend.

Where is she?

How do you know it's a she?

Is it a boyfriend, then?

No. A friend.

Where is your friend?

I don't know. Late, I guess.

So we can get to know each other

while you're waiting.

I've also been thinking other things.

Do you want to know

what I've been thinking?

Ask me.

What have you been thinking?

What your c*nt tastes like.

Are you shocked?

No. Nothing much shocks me.

Did you like me saying it?

I've also been thinking a lot

about you.

That's good.

You've had an interesting life.

Who's been telling you about my life?

Stevie.

He doesn't know sh*t about my life.

You've lived a certain way.

You've done stuff.

You live on the edge.

Is that right?

Do I look like I do?

Do you?

Clyde!

Where have you been hiding?

With that wee tight arse on you.

Don't go away.

You haven't got the guts.

Calm down, you c*nt.

Don't you f***ing hit me.

F***ing calm down.

F***ing relax.

You all right?

That tart there's your girl?

F***ing walk away.

F***ing come here.

What the f***...? Stevie!

Are you all right?

F*** off, you cow.

No, you f*** off.

Get off me.

Leave me.

F***ing leave me. Leave me.

Stevie, enough.

He had it coming.

Your problems seem to follow me

f***ing everywhere.

What the f***

was that all about, man?

It was his dad.

What?

It was his dad.

Was that your old man?

Was it?

Come here. Come here.

Take it easy, mate.

You're all right.

Can we go home?

I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.

Just go up the road.

Are you all right?

You all right?

Want another drink?

No, I should go.

Come on,

don't be put off by all that sh*t.

Do you want a fag?

Here, take a fag.

Here.

Do you want to go for another beer?

I'm buying.

Did I ever mention to you that when

I was young I wanted to be a fireman?

I never told you that, did I?

Come here.

Put me down.

No. Let me down!

Come on.

- Let me down!

- I'll take you up the road. Come on.

Don't go anywhere.

April...

- Yeah?

- Sorry about the fight.

It's all right.

Don't fuss, honest.

Did you have a good night?

Yeah.

It was nice to go out.

- You're not just saying that?

- No.

I wish we had money all the time.

April...

Yeah?

Do you like me?

Yeah.

You're sweet.

Night, then.

- You not having a drink with us?

- No.

I'm gonna have a wash

and get to bed.

Let's go through here.

Let's leave sleeping beauty there.

I'll get the drink.

That's my kid.

Bronwyn.

She's 13 now.

She doesn't look like you.

Well, not the hair,

but the nose, don't you think?

No, I don't see it.

I don't suppose she'll mind.

Do you not get on?

No idea.

We don't know each other.

Her mother told her I was dead.

I went to her school last week.

She didn't know me.

I'm working on it.

It's f***ing hard,

this going straight,

in lots of ways.

Is that what you're doing?

Going straight, whatever you call it.

I'm trying.

That feels good.

One of life's small pleasures,

taking your boots off.

Come here.

Give me your feet.

That must feel nice.

I don't know how you walk about

in those things.

Sorry.

My hands are rough from carving.

What's it gonna be?

I don't know yet.

We'll see.

Every piece of wood is different.

You're supposed to...

You're supposed to let it be

whatever it wants.

Listen.

Do you hear that?

Foxes.

There's loads round here.

That noise is so weird.

What about this?

You've got very nice breasts.

You're a sexy f***ing b*tch.

Do you want to f*** me?

From the moment I saw you.

Say it.

- I want to f*** you.

- Say it again.

I'm going to f*** you.

What if I say no?

I might have to force myself on you.

So what are you waiting for?

You all right?

I was just joining in.

I didn't hurt you?

Got to go home.

You've got to go home?

It's the middle of the night.

It's not nice round here.

I can't let you go.

Can't stop me either.

I'm not sure I know

what's going on.

Are you married or something?

I am.

At least let me call you a cab.

I've got a number, I'm fine.

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