See No Evil: The Moors Murders Page #5

Women.

They have to feel you need them.

But you must never show them that you do.

Where are you taking them?

Left luggage.

Bloody hell. What else have you put in them?

Mind your own.

- So when will it be? The job?

- We'll be in touch.

- Where are you going?

- You can come for tea, if you want.

Oh, yeah!

What do I do?

Where do I go?

I don't want you to go anywhere.

I want this baby.

I'm just scared.

So am I.

It's all right.

You said that before... about Angela.

That can't happen again.

Please God, Dave, don't let it!

It won't, don't worry.

It'll be all right.

Come on, sit down,

I'll put the kettle on.

All right?

Yeah.

What's this?

I don't know. It came this morning.

I've not really looked at it.

- They're going to evict us?

- They won't evict us!

Dave... it's a final demand.

Unless we pay 14 pounds eight shillings

rent arrears by Saturday, we're out.

- All right, we'll pay!

- How?

- I get a pittance. You're on t'dole.

- I'll get a tap off my Dad.

He's in London! And he's

not got two beans to rub together anyway!

I need a home, Dave.

Our baby needs a home!

Bloody get off your arse and do something!

I was thinking,

if we did the bank job this Saturday...

We're not quite ready.

Well, if I don't raise some cash,

Maureen really will leave me!

Well... maybe there is a solution.

- What?

- Suppose we were to...

obtain the money from a third party.

How do you mean?

Well, I could go down Canal Street, you know,

pick up a businessman, shall we say,

of a certain sexual orientation,

bring him back here,

demand money off him.

I think he'd part with it...

rather than having to explain to wifey

how he came by a beating.

Yeah, all right, then. When?

Soon.

Now, piss off home and wait

till we call for you.

And I mean it.

I'm just knocking off, sir.

Can I buy you a drink?

You know what they're calling him

around the station these days?

No.

Mounsey's Lad.

Come on. Let's get kaylied.

Oh, bloody hell. Who's that?

I'll go.

Can I come in?

Yeah.

Myra?

What are you doing here?

I've got a message for Mam.

You're seeing her tomorrow, aren't you?

What message?

Can you tell her I'll come round tomorrow,

so she can do my roots?

Is that it?

Is that all you've come round for?

Sorry. Meant to come round earlier.

Erm, listen, Dave,

you couldn't walk us back, could you?

I don't fancy walking back in the dark

at this hour.

Yeah, I'll get my jeans.

- Aren't you in the car?

- I'd already locked it up so I've walked round.

- Why couldn't Ian walk you?

- Well, he's busy, isn't he?

- He's in his dark room messing about.

- He's always in that dark room.

- All right!

- Right, I'm going back to bed.

Eh, don't stop drinking

with Ian all night either.

We've got to think of something to do

about that letter in the morning.

Don't fret. Something'll turn up. See you.

- See you later.

- See you.

Shut the door!

Has he got someone?

Has he got the businessman?

What's he like?

Come to the door when the lights flash.

You've come for those wine bottles, eh?

You what?

Dave?

Dave?

Dave.

I told you not to get drunk.

Are you all right?

What's the matter?

Bloody hell, Dave. What's happened to you?

- Dirty filthy bastard!

- Argh!

'Ey, what's happened?

Ian's killed a man.

What do you mean... Ian's killed a man?

With an axe.

He's mental.

I've never seen anything like it.

You dirty filthy bastard!

It was like he was somebody else.

Well... erm...

I mean, couldn't you have done

something to stop the fight?

It wasn't a fight!

It was slaughter!

If I'd tried to stop 'em,

they'd have done the same to me!

Now... do you believe me?

Yeah.

- Where's Myra? Is she all right?

- Myra's part of it.

Myra?

Yeah.

Now, that... was the messiest yet.

Myra?

- You...

- Myra?

Myra?

- What was that noise?

- It's nothing, Gran.

I dropped a tape recorder on my foot.

Go back to bed.

Night-night.

I just... I can't believe what you're

saying about Myra being involved.

She was. I'm telling you.

You should have seen the look in his eyes

as that first blow registered.

I just wanted to get out of there.

You... clean that!

It's all logical to them.

Calm...

He's been calm since we cleaned the room.

Have a ciggy, drink some tea.

I suppose I'd best be getting off.

I don't want Maureen waking

and finding me not there.

How are we going to get him in the car

in full view of the neighbours?

What about your pram?

Angela's pram?

Yeah.

Then that's it. Job done.

And when I go,

they give me this last look.

Like I've passed a test.

Till tomorrow then, eh?

What are we gonna do?

Well, go to the police. What else?

And tell 'em what?

Dave, we'll have to.

Well, suppose Ian's

realised I might do that?

He might be waiting outside for me!

Right, well, um,

we'll wait till it's light.

But we've got to do it.

'Ey, it'll be all right.

We'll sort it out.

I don't know, Maureen.

I don't know.

Come on.

'Ey, put them away.

I won't be long.

What's all this about?

Say they've seen somebody killed, sir.

Oh, yeah?

The lad's saying there's been a murder

but it's nowt to do with him.

I don't know what to make of this.

He's only an apprentice.

He's no gonna solve

your financial problems after all, eh?

Well, we've got to take what you say

at face value.

Better take a look.

- We need his clothes, Sergeant.

- Righto.

Come on, come with me.

Ashton CID?

- DS Jock Carr.

I want to speak to WDC Clayton.

It's me, Jock.

Pat, a lad named Edward Evans

was murdered last night.

Come on.

Can you tell Joe Mounsey to get over here?

I'll explain when he gets here.

Come on, son. They're ready for you.

Come on.

Brady's admitted killing the lad.

Thank Christ for that.

He says you helped him.

I watched, that's all.

You got the lad's blood on you?

He killed him right in front of me.

I had to clear up,

I had to kneel in it!

What exactly did Myra do?

She called round for me.

- Got me round the house.

- After Brady hit him with the axe.

She watched. She helped clear up.

No more than what you said you did.

But she planned it with him.

She must have.

Why would they plan a murder

and get you to watch?

I don't know!

Well, if you don't, son, why should we?

Well, maybe it was because...

Because what?

Ian and me talked about robbing a bank.

It was just talk,

but he said he wanted to use guns.

He told me he'd killed before,

but I didn't believe him.

Maybe last night was to prove to me

that he could kill.

And for you to do the same?

I didn't kill that lad!

We spoke to Myra.

She says she wasn't involved.

She says it was you and Brady.

And Brady says the same.

Why should we believe you, not them?

I came to you!

Why would I do that if I'd murdered someone?

To save your own neck.

- Yes, Jock. What is it?

- I found this in the suspect's house.

Mr Ian Brady?

Anyway, it's just random jottings.

There's a list of names here, though...

actors mostly.

Except there's one name there

that doesn't quite fit.

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