See No Evil: The Moors Murders Page #3

Noisy. My lads are getting old enough

to have a decent scrap now.

Anything kicked off over Christmas?

A couple of break-ins, drunk and dis-orderlies

and this through from Manchester.

A 10-year-old lass,

Lesley Ann Downey, gone missing.

I phoned them, so I could get a description.

She's from Ancoats. Went to a fair and

didn't come home. That's all they'd tell me.

Not the most communicative force.

I've been on to them about John Kilbride.

Didn't want to know.

When I asked if they'd any kiddies

missing on their patch,

they took it as a personal bloody insult.

DI Engels?

- That's me.

- DCI Mounsey. Ashton.

- Got a minute?

- Just about.

Lesley Ann Downey.

Are you making any progress?

Haven't found her.

We've had a lad missing for over a year now,

John Kilbride.

Never heard of him.

- There might be a connection.

- I doubt it.

- Why?

- It was the stepfather.

Come on.

Why aren't you listening?

I told you. We were in the pub all night!

Covering up for him - all bollocks.

- So he's admitted killing her?

- Give us another half hour.

Then all we need's the body

and we'll charge him.

I should forget about the connection

if I were you.

There's no shops. It's a shithole!

Got to be better

than that poky house in Gorton.

Tell him that.

He's sulked ever since we got here.

- Shut your face, you!

- Eh!

Don't you talk to my sister like that.

I'll speak to her how I bloody well like!

You had to move.

Wiles Street will be rubble in a few months.

Besides, it's got memories Moby needs

to put behind her.

What, and you think I don't know that?

If I just knew...

that Angela hadn't completely gone,

you know, that her spirit is somewhere safe.

I hope she's in heaven too, Moby.

But you don't believe it, do you?

You would have done once.

You were more religious than me, you.

I don't believe in all that sin and redemption

and forgiveness mumbo jumbo...

Father Theodore used to spout at St Francis.

That new?

Japanese. Cost me a month of my shitey wage.

Has to be an easier way of getting money.

Rob a bank.

You've just read my mind, son.

- Fancy helping me?

- A bit out of my league.

Why?

You've stolen before, haven't you? I mean...

You was in court for it.

Yeah, that was just ciggies from

a corner shop.

So, you've no moral qualms?

No.

And you're out of a job. Skint.

- Maureen's just been taken on...

- You're skint.

You're serious, aren't you?

We've already access

to the necessary firearms.

- Firearms?

- Aye.

Myra's joined Cheadle Gun Club.

Yeah. Maureen said.

So? Interested?

Yeah, I am.

They never found his body.

Whose body?

Major Glenn Miller, that's who.

One moment, you're flying through the air...

...suddenly the engine coughs,

dies.

The next you're...

...hurtling towards oblivion.

I'm for bed, Mo.

You look done in, too.

Why don't you stay tonight?

The boys can sleep on the sofa.

- We can sleep upstairs.

- Yeah. All right.

- Night-night, boys.

- Night.

Chuck us that pillow, Mo.

Thanks.

There you go.

- That poor girl's family.

- What?

Lesley Ann Downey.

Even offering a reward's done no good.

Yeah, well, that child should never

have been allowed out at that time.

That's a bit harsh, blaming the parents.

Come on, you. Get down.

I doubt they'll ever see her again.

Give us a hand.

How do I know you're not queer?

Cos I can think of better places

of getting my kicks

than up another man's arse.

Oh!

This takes me back.

You were always slipping in beside me

when you were little.

When you'd had one of your bad dreams,

I used to put my arm round you, like this,

and tell you it'd be all right

in the morning.

I remember.

You still think about her all the time,

don't you?

Angela?

Yeah.

It'll ease with time, Moby.

I'm worried about Dave.

He hardly talks to me since we lost her.

Just give him a bit of space.

Ian's looking after him.

You reckon?

He'll be all right.

You both will.

Promise?

I promise.

'Night, Moby.

Like a little hot-water bottle, you!

An off-licence on Audenshaw Road.

Yeah, well, it's the third in a week, Derek.

I want an arrest.

I've got Prescott mithering me

about this quarter's figures.

- Still not found Lesley Ann Downey?

- No.

You'd think if the stepfather coughed to killing

her, he'd have mentioned where the body is.

I don't think he has killed her.

Why?

I've spoken to a contact in Manchester CID.

He says he hasn't confessed

and he's still denying it.

Oh?

And Manchester

have had another missing child.

A lad called Keith Bennett.

Left his home in Longsight to visit

his Grandma, June last year,

and never got there.

- All right, love.

- See you later.

Cheerio.

Mrs Johnson? Detective

Chief Inspector Mounsey. Ashton Police.

It's about your son Keith.

If you take my Jimmy in one more time,

I'll bloody top myself.

I'll kill my children, then myself.

Whoa! I've not come to take anybody in.

Six times you've had him in.

Jimmy thought the world of Keith.

He wouldn't harm him.

I believe you.

I do.

And I've got nothing to do

with Manchester Police.

All right? Can I come in?

I was out at bingo.

I'd sent Keith to his Grandma's.

Of course, he never got there.

Jimmy was alone here, weren't you?

- And no way to prove that?

- No.

I mean, look at him.

He's been off work ages, with that chest.

Most days, he's hardly got the strength

to climb the stairs.

Does he look like a murderer?

I, erm...

I haven't given up hope, you know,

that Keith's still alive.

What bothers me, though...

...he's not got these.

He'd bust them the day before.

I was going to get them fixed.

I just don't know

how he'll be coping without them.

These disappearances.

They really are close together.

Lesley Ann Downey. Ancoats.

Keith Bennett. Longsight.

John Kilbride. Ashton.

It's basically a triangle.

Logic says that the bloke

doing it lives in the middle of the triangle.

Gorton.

- A girl went missing in Gorton.

- I remember that case.

- Pauline Reade.

- July '63.

- Set off to a dance and...

- Whoa. Whoa. She was older.

She was 16.

They thought she'd gone off with a boyfriend.

Her parents swore that was nonsense.

She didn't have a boyfriend.

- Shouldn't we at least look at it?

- Yes. Got the mother's address?

I don't know why,

but I think this is where it happened.

I think whoever it was

pulled up behind her in a car.

And just bundled her into it?

No, I think he offered her a lift.

She wouldn't have accepted a lift

off a stranger?

I don't think so. No.

I'm sure it was someone she knew.

I don't think I've helped you at all.

Yes, you have.

I'm going to go and walk home now.

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

If we get any news, love,

we'll be right in touch.

- Well?

- You were right.

Whoever abducted Pauline

could well have been behind the disappearance

of John and Keith and Lesley

and you're right that

that person could have been from Gorton.

We should ask Manchester

to start house-to-house here.

A waste of time, because,

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