See No Evil: The Moors Murders Page #10

Do you want some bread?

Come here, then. Take it off me.

Here.

Don't throw it too far though.

Do you want some, Paul?

John, come away from the edge.

Good lad.

Stay this side of the boat, John.

Hiya.

Hi.

Hello, boys.

- Who's that lady?

- It's your mam.

They've grown, haven't they?

David's just like you.

Named him well, then, didn't we?

We'd got a John and a Paul.

I wasn't going to let you have Ringo.

I never thought I'd see 'em again.

Let alone have 'em back under my own roof.

You've done so well for them.

So, why would you want

to let me see 'em again?

I think I'm a decent dad these days,

but unless I suddenly sprout tits,

I'm never going to be their mother, am I?

Only you can be that.

They look happy, don't they?

I'd hate to get in the way.

Of what?

You might have met someone else for a start.

I haven't.

Not that I didn't get a few proposals

in Walton, mind.

Come on.

So, when are we gonna see you again, then?

Come on.

I don't know if I can do this, Mam.

It's what she wants, love.

It's what both of you want, eh?

I'm not sure.

Come on.

I'll be waiting for you. Eh?

Yeah.

Myra.

Moby.

You don't know how I've longed

for this moment.

How are you?

OK.

If only that were true.

You've been through hell because of me.

- I haven't come here to make you say that.

- I want to say it.

I think about the consequences of my actions

all the time.

The hardest, of course, is the children.

Living with the knowledge I helped bring

such suffering on them and their families.

But there's not a day goes by when

I don't think about what I've done to you.

I mean...

...people make excuses for me, saying

I must have been damaged when I was little.

Damaged?

How?

You know how Dad

used to leather me sometimes.

He used to leather me too, Myra.

I didn't do what you did.

I know.

I know, Moby.

And I mustn't make excuses.

I keep telling 'em that.

Even when they say it was all Ian's fault,

that he changed me,

corrupted me.

- Who's they?

- The governor.

And the others.

I've written to Ian.

I told him I want to sever all contact.

I've um...

been going through my stuff.

Getting rid of every trace of

his influence on me.

I want you to take these away.

I don't want to see them again.

It makes me so ashamed when I look at them.

You weren't always like that, Myra.

You were a different person once.

And I want to be that person again, Mo.

I've started going to Mass.

And confession.

And in finding God again...

...I do feel like I've found the real me.

Please.

There has to be forgiveness surely

for all of us.

There has to be redemption.

All quiet on the Western Front?

Yeah. Never thought I'd get 'em down so easy.

Well, um...

suppose I'd better be getting on my way.

Why not stay?

The night?

Well, for good.

- You mean that?

- Yeah.

Be a family again, eh?

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Dad'll be chuffed.

Yeah.

- What about your mam?

- She'd be pleased.

Yeah, but she blames me for everything,

doesn't she?

Not any more.

She's had years to think it through.

She understands the real blame

lies with Brady.

She still thinks Myra's innocent?

No. Nor does Myra.

She's accepted full responsibility.

She's told the truth.

How do you know?

She told me.

You've been to see her?

Yeah.

She's admitted everything.

What has she admitted?

Dave...

I don't want to get into this now.

What has she admitted?

That she picked up John Kilbride

and Lesley Ann Downey,

delivered them into Ian's hands.

- And that's it?

- He bullied her into it, Dave.

But she knows now it was a terrible

thing to do.

If she was bullied into it,

why was she smiling...

on that picture Brady took

of her on John Kilbride's grave?

- She didn't know it was his grave.

- Oh, come on.

She was in on all of it.

Abducting him,

helping to rape, kill and bury him.

That was just some sick little joke

they could share afterwards.

And Lesley Ann Downey.

If all Myra did was pick her up for Brady,

then why was her voice on that tape?

And Keith Bennett, what about him?

- Myra's adamant she had no part in that.

- Pauline Reade?

I'm sure she knows nothing about that.

Anyway, who said anything

happened to Pauline?

She's up there on the moors.

And if Myra really was sorry,

she'd start by telling the police

where she's buried. And Keith Bennett, too.

I just have to believe what

my heart tells me, Dave.

And my heart tells me

whatever Myra did in the past,

she's a different person now.

I mean, they wouldn't be thinking

of giving her parole if that weren't true.

They're thinking of releasing her?

If you could see her, Dave.

If you could speak to her, you'd see.

She's the old Myra.

A warm, loving person.

She asks after the kids all the time.

She'd like to see 'em one day.

She's not coming near my kids.

She's worse than Brady, Maureen.

He's just a sicko, a sex case.

The king of the sex cases.

But Myra,

she's human, she had feelings.

Remember the tears when Angela died?

That card she gave us.

Another little flower for God's

f***ing garden!

- Jesus! She was killing kids at the same time.

- All right!

All right.

You believe what you want to.

But please,

please can't you let me do the same?

Of course.

I'm sorry, Maureen.

If we can't put it behind us...

We've got to for the kids' sake.

We can do it, girl.

We can.

David, sit down and eat your breakfast.

There's your cereal, then, David.

Eat that. Good lad.

Paul, do you want some toast?

Stop playing. Eat your breakfast.

Come on.

Are you all sorted?

Come on, boys, eat up now.

Let Grandad look at his paper.

That's it. Tuck yourselves in.

Don't play with it, eat it.

Oh, come on, don't mess with that.

You only need a little bit of butter

on there.

Never mind that now.

I want you to eat your breakfast.

You'll grow big and strong like your dad.

No telling tales now. Eat your breakfast.

Eat your breakfast.

He can take his shoes off later.

I can.

Eat up, boys.

You all right?

Yeah.

I've um...

I've given them their breakfast.

Good.

I've run out of eyeliner.

I'm just gonna nip to the chemist.

OK.

What have I just said?

Come on now.

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