DEPARTMENT OF ANOMALOUS PHENOMENA

AUDIO LOG ARCHIVE — GRITHAM SECTOR

Classification: LEVEL 4 — CLASSIFIED

File Ref: GR-AUD/79/RED-INT-01

Source Medium: Magnetic Cassette (Type II, recovered 1980, degraded)

Condition: Partial — tape warping, static bleed.

Transcript below reconstructed with 78% fidelity. Unintelligible sections marked [STATIC].

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**BEGIN TRANSCRIPT**

[Reel click. Hiss. A man clears throat; voice rough, agitated. Identified as *RED (Mordred)*.]

**RED:**

You want the truth? Fine. I’ll tell it. You think Arthur was the future, but I saw him for what he was—just another crown waiting to weigh us down.

[STATIC — 00:34]

I didn’t betray him. I chose *England*. Chose the lads in the factories, the ones with nothing in their pockets but still showing up to chant his name. Arthur didn’t care about them, not really. He wanted the myth, the legend. I wanted the fight.

[Long pause. Low hum under tape, faint “Arthur” chant in background.]

**RED:**

The Ministry came first. Quiet visits, quiet offers. Said if I kept things *fractured*, they’d ease off the raids. Said I could keep the fires burning, just not let them spread too far. [STATIC]. And maybe I believed them. Maybe I thought England needed saving from its own son.

[00:57 — Tape flutter. Words repeat unnaturally, like echo.]

**RED (overlapping):**

*He lives. He lies. He lives. He lies.*

[Throat clears, calmer.]

**RED:**

Arthur never noticed. He thought betrayal was in whispers, in knives. But betrayal was louder. It was in me standing on the stage, shouting his name while I cut it in half. The chant broke. That was me. Not them. Me.

[STATIC — faint distortion like guitar feedback.]

**INTERVIEWER (unidentified, presumed D.A.P. agent):**

You’re saying you split the movement deliberately?

**RED:**

Course I did. Someone had to. Better me than the cops. Better me than Thatcher’s boys. I tore Arthur down before they could. That’s loyalty, in its way.

[Long silence. The hum builds louder. Unclear if on tape or in room.]

**RED (quiet, almost to himself):**

But if you’re asking if I regret it… [STATIC] …every time I hear the crowd without him, I do. They chant and it’s not for me. It’s never for me. It’s for the ghost I killed.

[END OF USABLE TRANSCRIPT]

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ARCHIVAL NOTE:

Tape cuts abruptly at 12:14. No continuation found. Background hum analyzed; spectrogram matches “He Lives” chant harmonics logged in Leeds incident (1979). Debate ongoing whether RED’s “betrayal” reflects collusion with state operatives or purely symbolic fracture within the subculture.