Red Road Page #3

Was it just a shag you wanted, then?

I guess so.

F*** off, then.

See if I f***ing care.

Oh! Sh*t.

Hello?

Yeah. Police, please.

How you doing?

OK.

I brought some clothes -

just some comfy things.

I hope they're OK.

Thanks.

Would you like me to call anyone?

No. It's fine.

Well, when you're ready,

I'll get a car

to take you to the clinic,

and they'll take you home afterwards

as well, all right?

I've left your clothes on the chair.

Your keys are there too.

Don't f***ing move. Listen.

If you f***ing struggle,

I'll batter the f*** out of you.

Look at me. Listen.

All right?

What the f***

did you tell the police about Clyde?

You know they've nicked him?

He won't get bail,

not with his record.

So what the f***

are you playing at?

Answer me!

- He forced me to have sex with him.

- No, he didn't.

- He did.

- You're lying.

You would have screamed.

I didn't hear anything.

- You were drunk.

- April wasn't,

and she didn't hear f*** all.

I shared a cell with him

for a whole year,

the f***ing day, right?

You have any idea

how desperate you get for sex?

And if he was like that,

he would have tried it on me,

and he never did.

So you're f***ing lying.

You don't know anything.

The wee girl he killed

was my daughter.

He killed my daughter.

- He never killed anybody's daughter.

- Look in my f***ing purse, then.

You've got my f***ing purse.

Look in it. Look in my purse.

Look in my purse.

There's a photo.

There's a photo.

He never talks about what he did.

Sorry about the kid.

Hey! You're late.

What happened to your face?

What's up with you?

Seen too much sh*t today?

F*** off, Avery.

Go and look after your family.

F*** you.

I'm sorry.

Detective Tolland?

This is Jackie Morrison.

- Hi, Jackie.

- Yes, yes, I'm all right, thanks.

This is a bit difficult.

I want to drop the charges

against Clyde Henderson.

Yeah, I know.

No. No, it's not that.

Right. OK.

Yeah, I'll be all right.

Hey!

Don't you ignore me.

Oi!

- I'm gonna f***ing knock you out.

- You're gonna knock me out?

- You killed my family. How dare you?

- It wasn't my fault.

You were driving,

off your head on crack.

- I want you to tell me about it.

- I can't believe I didn't know you.

You didn't look at me in court,

not once.

It was my fault they went out.

I needed a break.

I shouted at her before she left.

I told her to get out my sight.

It was the last thing I said.

Please.

Please.

I lost control on the corner.

The car went into the bus stop.

Did they know?

The man saw me,

but not the kid.

He tried to push the kid out the way,

but...

I want them back.

They died instantly.

They must have done.

F*** you.

Look, what do you want?

I'm sorry.

What can I say?

It's not all right.

This sh*t happens every day.

That's life.

My husband's name was John.

My little girl's name is Sorcha.

You shouted at your little girl

the day she died.

But at least she was loved.

Some people don't get that.

F*** this.

Clyde.

Your daughter...

Is it Bronwyn?

Aye.

She called at your place.

She was looking for you at Red Road.

How do you know

who my daughter is?

You told me about her.

Jackie.

- Sorry, I should have rung.

- No. No, come in. It's all right.

- I'll get the kettle on.

- Thanks.

Alfred's by the telly, as usual.

You might not get a nice welcome,

but just ignore him.

- Jackie.

- Brenda's making the tea.

You're lucky to find us in.

We're normally out on a Sunday.

Och.

Here.

He can't stand strangers.

Hates women.

Nearly had Aunt Kath's finger off

last week.

- Is he new?

- Oh, no.

Had him a couple of years.

He's a stubborn wee bugger.

Thanks.

Ta.

Do you remember when John and I took

Sorcha camping up at Loch Lomond?

Do you think that would be

a good place for him to be?

John loved Loch Lomond.

We took him camping there

every summer, as a boy.

I'm sorry.

There, love.

Come on.

It was a terrible accident.

Hello.

- Is it a boy or a girl?

- It's a girl.

- She's lovely.

- Thank you.

Come on.

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