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

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I just want to ask you

a couple of questions, you know.

Naught to worry about at all.

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.

When Clare left Morley Grange

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

my trouser leg and yours too.

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.

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