See No Evil: The Moors Murders Page #2

Oh, it's nice, Myra. It's smashing.

Yeah, we're thrilled with it.

Still lots to do, mind.

Lampshades and rugs and accessories to buy.

- Well, I'll help you.

- That'd be great.

- We can go down Ashton market.

- Where's Ian?

Angela is desperate for clothes.

I haven't even said hello to her yet.

Hello! Look at you!

- She's getting bigger by the day.

- She's a bonny thing.

Hello, Angela.

Eh? Hello.

Oh, she's gorgeous. Aren't you?

Hey, Bob.

- Shut the door. Shut the door!

- What's up?

Who said yous could come up here,

you bloody moron?

- Eh?

- All right. Sorry.

Jesus! I only came to say hello and

give you this.

A moving-in present.

Well, apology accepted.

Now, please, get out.

- Mrs Kilbride?

- Yes.

Detective Chief Inspector Mounsey.

Ashton Police.

It's about your John.

Yes?

What about him?

I've no news, I'm afraid, love.

I've just taken over command here.

I wanted to familiarise myself with the case.

We thought you'd given up.

We haven't heard from you in ages.

- You'd better come in.

- Thank you very much.

- Hey, that's...

- Boys, go in the other room, please.

- Go on.

- I don't want to.

Go on.

Danny, do as you're told.

Thank you.

I'm sorry about this, Mrs Kilbride,

but I need you to go over the events

of the day John disappeared, again, please.

He'd gone to the pictures, with a pal.

Afterwards, they went down the market.

John often did.

You know, to earn a few bob,

carrying stuff for folk.

Clearing up.

Eventually, John's pal went home.

This would be about what time?

Half five.

It was dark.

Fog coming down.

John was stood by the bins.

That's the last time anyone

remembers seeing him.

It's not as if I hadn't drummed it

into all of them.

If a strange man ever offers you sweets

and says, "Come with me",

you don't, you run away home.

You run away home.

What's going on?

Who are you?

- He's a policeman, Pat.

- DCI Mounsey.

What do you mean by coming round here,

upsetting her?

That wasn't my intention.

- That's all you lot have done.

- Pat, don't start.

All that fuss for a few weeks.

Searching the town, searching this house.

Accusing me of doing away with him.

And then nothing.

You think he's dead,

so there's no point looking, don't you?

I'm aware that

this must be very distressing for you.

We don't want your sympathy.

We just want our lad back.

What do you think happened to John Kilbride?

DCI Downs turned the town upside down.

He searched every garage,

shed, river, pond, canal.

I know. I know.

I'm asking what you think happened to him.

He was last seen at Ashton market.

You spend a lot of time there.

Chasing people

who steal handbags and wallets, sir.

Not children.

So, you think John was abducted?

He was a happy lad, by all accounts.

I can't see him running away.

You discount the theory

the father was involved?

Well, I know fathers

are always the first suspects.

- Yes?

- But I've met him.

I can't see it. Can you?

No, I can't.

You and I are going to give this case

a boot up the backside.

Christ knows when we're going to find

the time, but we will.

John Kilbride went missing

on the 23rd November last year.

Danny?

Now that is the day after

President Kennedy was assassinated.

Everybody remembers

where they were that day.

All we want people to do is think back.

Did you go to Ashton the next day?

And, if you did, did you come to this market?

Did you see this boy?

Or did you see anyone watching children

or in any other way acting suspiciously?

And if you did, please contact Ashton Police.

Does Danny look a lot like John?

The thing is...

I mean, Danny looks frightened now,

but our John, you never saw him

without a smile on his face.

Danny, over here, mate.

Good lad, Danny.

Another one, Danny. One more time.

- Do you miss your brother, Danny?

- What do you think?

Thank you, gentlemen of the press. Thank you.

It's OK. You did good. Thank you very much.

Thanks. Cheers.

He's done very well.

Mrs Kilbride, thank you very much indeed.

- Thank you, Mr Mounsey.

- Not at all.

- Well done, lad.

- Come on.

I'm proud of you.

Got to be worth a try.

I'm not sure DCS Prescott will agree.

He's in Preston.

You didn't seriously think you could

pull this off without me finding out?

It's a year, Joe.

We gave it substantial publicity at the time.

The chances of anybody

remembering anything new now...

- I felt we owed it to the family.

- You're giving them false hope.

What am I supposed to do, then?

Tell them we're dropping it?

No.

Do what you can.

But do it in your own time.

If it's a lost cause,

I can't keep throwing money at it.

Sir.

Thank you, sir.

Dad!

You walk halfway across pissing Manchester,

wait hours to see some git of a foreman,

who says, "I don't know who told you

there's jobs going here."

I told him it was you, you pillock!

- What's up with you?

- It's Angela.

What about her?

She was taken poorly.

- Maureen took her to hospital.

- Why? What's wrong with her?

Well, is it serious or what?

The poor little thing,

she wasn't breathing properly.

They tried things.

They tried to save her, but they couldn't.

No.

No, you've got this wrong.

You get everything wrong!

- Which hospital is she in?

- Ancoats. It's true, Dave.

I was there!

- I was there.

- No.

Get off me!

She seemed all right when I put her down.

A bit quiet.

I know she'd had that bad chest last week, but...

That's not what caused it.

Her windpipe hadn't developed properly.

I thought I was a good mother.

I thought I was doing things right.

You were.

Get it in your head, it wasn't anyone's fault.

Bloody hell, Dave. Lay off her.

You can see the state she's in.

Can I make you another cup of tea, love?

No.

I think maybe we should take a wee drive out.

Clear our heads.

Come on, Dave.

Is that new?

Traveller. Converts to a two-seater.

You never know when you might need

the extra baggage capacity.

Anyone fancy a stroll?

Dave?

If you want.

Maureen?

I'm in heels.

We'll stop in the car.

I'm so glad you came to me.

Who else would I go to?

How's Mam taking it?

She's in pieces.

I sat by Angela in the hospital for ages.

You know, when she was gone, but...

You still wait for something.

A whimper or...

A breath.

Anything.

It's the silence that gets you, isn't it?

I didn't know you had ever seen anyone dead.

My friend Michael.

Oh, God, yeah.

That drowned in Gorton Rezzer?

I remember how upset you were.

I'll never forget them pulling him out,

laying him on the bank.

I kept staring at him.

Willing him to come awake again, but...

But they don't, do they?

Here.

Why here?

That's why.

I live for this place.

It owns my soul.

Another little flower for God's garden.

That's lovely.

Isn't it, Dave?

Yeah.

Can I...?

Yeah.

Oh, God, Maureen.

I am so sorry.

Sh*t.

Look at me.

Please don't tell Ian, will you?

All right, Gary, sobered up?

- Just about, sir, yeah.

- Very good, lad.

Come in.

How was your Christmas, sir?

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