See No Evil: The Moors Murders Page #4

in the two years since Pauline was abducted,

they've knocked down most of Gorton.

People have been rehoused all over the shop.

She might well have known

the person who took her,

but the chances of him

still living round here are next to none.

I don't know what you see in this place

when it's like this.

We love it in any weather, don't we?

Show the laddie the toy, Hessy.

- What have you brought that for?

- Dave said he wanted a go.

- You're not going to let him fire it?

- It's only a bit of fun.

- Ian'll make sure he comes to no harm.

- He'd bloody better.

Come on.

- Just you be careful.

- Don't worry.

Oh, God! This takes me back.

Oh, me, too. It was never off the jukebox.

Come on.

Don't be daft!

Come on.

Hey!

- What's that?

- What's what?

You're smiling!

See that?

Shoot it.

This bank job, we need to advance matters.

- Is Myra in on this?

- Who else is going to drive the getaway car?

Maureen hasn't a clue

and if she ever found out...

You're no' losing your nerve, are you?

No.

You're happy about the guns?

Just because we'd have them

doesn't mean we'd use them.

Look!

You're leaving the bank with the money. Yeah?

Some stupid clerk decides to have a go.

Cannae shake him loose.

The police are on their way.

Only chance of you getting out of there

with the money is to shoot him.

What do you do?

Eh?

Clearly nothing.

Piss off.

Piss off, back to the slums

with the other morons, where you belong.

Don't call me a moron.

You know nothing about anything.

I may not know the things you know,

the books or the long words,

but that doesn't make me a moron.

So, it is there, then?

What is?

The fire.

Myra had it once, but she's losing it.

She does what I ask, all too easily,

but you, oh...

I can see you doing anything.

You just need educating.

You see, we all die.

It's just some people die sooner than others.

That's nature.

That's the only force that really matters.

Now, you forget about God, religion,

all that shite.

That was nature that killed your baby.

And if nature decides to

give more power to some than others...

...so be it.

So this bank job, I've identified

a possible target.

Williams And Glynn's Bank on Hyde Road.

I want you to take a look.

I'd value your opinion.

"He moves behind her

and hovers there.

He would greatly like to mount as a victor,

but dares not.

Instead, he begins to beat her anew.

He no longer knows who he is or where.

His delirium has reached such

a pitch."

What do you think?

It may get you going.

It doesn't do a lot for me.

- Ian gave it to me.

- What for?

He says he wants to open

my mind to new ideas.

- Good luck with him.

- What's up?

I just don't like it, Dave.

I don't see what pleasure

a man can get from hitting a woman.

But if that's the kind of thing

Ian wants to interest you in,

just don't talk to me about it, all right?

It was you that said

I should get to know him better!

What's going on?

It's Pat Kilbride. He's been arrested

for being drunk and disorderly.

Alan, action on that, please.

He's just assaulted PC Nash.

What happened?

Usual. Some moron

will have called him a child-killer.

He'll have turned on them, then got a kicking,

then drunk himself into oblivion to forget it.

- Open the door.

- Are you sure, sir?

Open it!

Mr Mounsey. Thank you.

Listen to me.

You don't thank me for anything

until I've found your son.

But you'll not find him.

We both know that.

Forget it, Mr Mounsey.

And thanks for trying.

Cup of tea in here, Andy.

- Three sugars.

- Sir!

Bob!

Any tea? I'm famished.

Get your own. I've only just got in.

You finish work at two. Where've you been?

Just tell me.

Don't bloody maul me!

Well, answer the question, then.

Christ! What's got into you?

You bloody got into me, that's what!

What do you mean?

I've been to the doctor's.

I'm pregnant.

Oh, Jesus.

I knew.

I knew you'd take it like that.

I've already lost one baby.

If that ever happened again...

What about if it happened to me again, eh?

It's taken two of us, you know, to make it!

You don't understand! I'm not ready for this yet.

Well, you can make that choice.

You can bugger off, you can do what

you bloody well like. I can't!

It's here! It's mine!

- It's inside me now!

- Hang on!

Maureen!

Piss off!

- He treats me like I don't exist.

- I told you, get out.

It's that simple, is it, Mam?

- Well, you've not left him.

- What are you talking about?

The excuse for a man in the front room.

- Is Mam in?

- They're in there.

Shut the door behind you.

Here.

Ta.

What's up with you?

Maureen?

I'm pregnant.

Well, that's wonderful, in't it?

No. Dave doesn't want it.

Eh?

How can I stay with him if

he doesn't want it?

Well, you're not thinking of leaving him?

I don't know, Mam!

- This is all I need.

- What's the matter?

Nothing!

It's Ian.

What about Ian?

Myra?

He's just been acting funny lately.

Distant.

There's nothing I don't do for that man,

nothing.

In bed, out of it.

But sometimes, lately, he treats me

like I'm no more than a skivvy!

And it doesn't bloody help

your Dave's round our house all the time.

Don't go blaming Dave!

You said it was good, them palling up!

- It's gone too far!

- Come on, now, stop this!

None of this would have happened

if she hadn't let Dave knock her up!

- What?

- She should've got rid of that baby.

And she should get rid of this one!

Myra, ughh! That's horrible!

Sorry.

I shouldn't have said that.

You never would have done once.

What has happened to you?

I said I'm sorry!

What are you looking at?

This is best.

No. No, no, no, you've got it all wrong.

I've looked at that bank.

You're right, they're wide open.

They only have two staff on Saturdays.

Interesting.

You've been doing other homework, I see.

Thought if I copied

the bits you'd underlined down,

I'd understand 'em better.

Murder is a supreme pleasure.

Do you understand that?

How could I? I've never killed anyone.

I have.

Oh, yeah?

Three or four.

And I haven't finished yet.

Teenagers - they're ideal.

Any younger, there's too much fuss.

What?

You don't believe me?

You've stood on the graves.

Such sh*t you talk.

You think I'm talking sh*t

about using a gun for the bank job?

I never said that.

So you are willing to use one?

If we use blanks, yeah.

Well, a gun with blanks is just an ornament.

How can I get this across to you, eh?

Half-measures are dangerous.

Yous have to be willing to go the whole way.

Now, look down the barrel.

I said look down the f***ing barrel!

See? It's all about odds.

Get those wrapped up.

Put them in the suitcases.

All suspicious materials

must be removed from this house.

Now.

Where's Maureen?

- She didn't come home last night.

- I'm not surprised.

Right state you've got her into.

- She's thinking of leaving you.

- She wouldn't leave me.

How do you know?

What do you know about women?

What do you know about bloody anything,

Dave Smith?

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