Red Road Page #6

- 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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