See No Evil: The Moors Murders Page #6

John Kilbride.

Good lad.

What do you make of this?

John Kilbride's name in Brady's notebook?

Could be a complete coincidence.

It's a bloody odd one, sir.

Hardly matters, does it?

Brady's admitted killing Evans.

- He'll get life for that.

- It matters to the family of John Kilbride.

It may matter to the families

of other dead children.

If you want to pursue that,

you're welcome to.

Just don't get under our feet.

I know Dave hates me,

but I never thought he'd go this far.

Mam.

What lies has Dave been telling?

It's bad enough he's got Ian into trouble,

but for him to make out Myra's involved...

- If you've done nothing wrong...

- What do you mean "if"?

That's enough. Come on.

Are you saying you believe Dave?

- I don't know what to believe, Mam!

- She's your sister!

Your own flesh and blood.

If you stick by Dave and not Myra,

you're no daughter of mine.

Brady's admitted killing the lad.

We'll not be letting him go anywhere.

What about Smith?

The toe rag looks as though he's telling the truth,

so we'll release him for now.

And the girlfriend?

There's no evidence of direct involvement

in the murder, so we'll let her go.

Edward Evans's parents.

Been identifying the body.

Thank you.

Can you go?

So they believe you?

Dunno.

- They've let Myra go too, thank God.

- What?

So she can't have been involved.

- Why did you lie to me, Dave?

- I didn't lie!

She's the one that's lying!

She must have fibbed her way out of it.

Let's just get out of here.

We just want to know what's going on.

I'm fed up of this lot.

Now, get out of here!

We haven't got time to mess around with you.

Sir. We found the wallet inside the car.

- This is Brady's car?

- No, Hindley's. Brady doesn't drive.

Found three sheets of paper in here.

We got them copied.

- What is this?

- A kind of disposal plan for a body.

OK. Explain it to me.

We think hat is hatchet.

Rec? Reconnaissance?

Check periodically unmoved.

- Check what's unmoved?

- Body? Bodies?

Tick WHPB.

No. God knows.

- Is this where it happened?

- Aye. Hard to believe, isn't it?

Must have spent ages cleaning up this place.

- So where was the body found?

- Over by the window.

Foetal position, body wrapped in polythene.

Bit of a photographer, is he, then, Brady?

Fond of the moors by the looks of it.

- Isn't that her?

- Aye, that's her.

Come to see her granny, I expect.

Had to boot her out of here, obviously.

Are you sure you've done the right thing

letting her go?

- That was Benfield's decision.

- What do you think, sir?

I think the plan was to get rid of the body

using the car.

Look. "Car. Remove all movable objects.

Clean cover floor

and seat fresh Poly at night."

This is her car!

He doesn't even drive, you said.

Who else is going to drive the car,

for Christ sakes?

How can she possibly not be involved?

Stop it!

'Ey, come here!

Shut up!

- Mrs Smith?

- Yes.

DCI Mounsey, Ashton Police.

I need to speak to your husband.

Thank you.

- Dave Smith?

- What?

Go on, get in there.

You told DCS Benfield

Brady claimed he killed others.

- Yeah, well, he wasn't listening, was he?

- Well, I am!

Did he say who he killed?

- Or when or where?

- No.

- And you didn't ask?

- Why should I?

Even when he told you he was going

to use guns for this bank job?

- What bank job?

- Dave, what's this?

- Ian had this stupid idea about robbing a bank.

- What?

- Bloody idiot!

- I didn't know if he was serious or not, did I?

Even when we got rid of stuff from

the suitcases, I didn't know.

- What stuff?

- Stuff they thought would be incriminating.

What exactly was in these suitcases?

'Ey?! Answer me!

There was some books of mine.

The rest was theirs.

I helped them put the cases in the car,

then they drove off.

Where?

- I don't know.

- He must have said something. Where?

Well, they might have said something

about left luggage.

"They"?

So Myra was in on this too, yeah?

Yeah. Ian said she was gonna

drive the getaway car.

Jesus Christ, Dave,

what else haven't you told me?

You're just digging

a big hole for yourself.

You think you're clever, but you're not.

We've heard Brady's version,

and we've heard what Dave says.

I've already told you.

I've got nothing to say.

My version of events of that evening

are exactly the same as Ian's version of events.

We found a piece of paper in Myra's car

with the initials WH on it.

I think that stands for Woodhead,

and that's here.

Don't know.

- These are the nearest moors to Hattersley.

- They took us to different places.

So should you and me go for a walk?

You don't really think

there are bodies up here?

I'm trying not to think anything, love.

But... if there are, I mean...

...they can't be anything to do with Myra.

You said Brady made some remark about you

having stood on the grave of one of his victims.

Ian and Myra drove us up to the moors.

Me and Ian went for a walk

and there was a reservoir below us.

He wanted me to stand

in a particular place.

Here!

Do you think this is the spot?

Is this the spot?

I don't know.

Thank you.

I believe that with David Smith

you discussed killing people

- and burying them on the moors.

- It was all part of the fiction,

to impress him.

Smith says you said that Evans' murder

was the messiest yet.

Why say that if

there were no others?

That was to do with

the situation we were in.

I've got nothing to say.

My version of events of that evening

is exactly the same as Ian's.

But it's not your version,

is it, it's Ian's!

You're just using his words.

Is it Brady says, Myra does?

How many more times

do I need to tell you?

There was an accident.

My version of events

is exactly the same as Ian's.

Tell me about this

fiction to impress Smith.

- Ask Smith.

- No, I'm asking you.

I told you... Ask Smith.

I've done nothing.

As far as I know, Ian's done nothing.

Dave Smith's a bloody little liar.

Tell us exactly what went on that night!

There was an accident.

That's all I'm saying.

Shall we call it murder?

Why did you take that photograph?

Well, I er...

...must have been attracted

by the composition.

Why is Myra looking at the ground?

You'd have to ask her that.

I'm asking the photographer.

Why is she looking at the ground?

Was there something special

about that piece of ground?

Is it cos it's a grave?

Is this you standing on a grave?

Is this her standing on a grave?

Is this your personal graveyard?

- Pictures.

- Just pictures?

And that place, that grave,

that was Woodhead, wasn't it?

In that general area, aye.

But again, it was a fiction.

I've got police officers from

three forces up there right now

digging up your fiction.

Well, that is a monumental exercise

in futility, my friend.

If you keep going,

you'll keep yourself warmer.

Make sure you push the stick really deep.

Can't you tell us what's happening up here?

Well, we've got members of the public

helping with the search.

They've come from far and wide.

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