Red Road Page #5

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.

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.

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