We are sisters, Moby,
and nothing will ever get in the way of that.
We were only saying it's time Dave came here.
Has to be an easier way of getting money, eh? Rob a bank.
Mr Mounsey. Thank you.
You don't thank me for anything until I've found your son.
Unless we pay him the £14/8s rent arrears by Saturday, we're out.
I suppose we could obtain the money from a third party.
Come in when the lights flash.
Ian's killed a man!
They say they've seen somebody killed, sir.
You stick by Dave and not Myra.
You're no daughter of mine.
TELEPHONE RINGS
Brady's admitted killing the lad. We're not letting him go anywhere.
What about Smith? The toerag 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.
SOBBING
(WOMAN WEEPS)
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.
WOMAN: I 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 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 moveable 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?
DOG BARKS
(TO DOG) Stop it!
'Ey, come here!
Shut up!
Mrs Smith? Yes...
DCI Mounsey, Ashton Police. I need to speak to your husband.
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 just 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. Well, these are the nearest moors to Hattersley.
They took us to different places.
So should you and me go for a walk here?
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.
OFFICER: Just 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.
If we find anything with the sticks and they smell like human remains...
Thank you.
Don't miss anywhere.
The search of moorland adjacent to the A628 Woodhead Pass
has been going on for over two days now.
But the police have still found no evidence
that any bodies have been buried there.
There's been no official confirmation from the police...
I'm sorry, Mrs Kilbride. There's still nothing.
I see.
Mr Mounsey! Over here!
What have you got, lad? Let's have a look.
We might have something here, sir.
No, it's just a dead sheep.
All right, keep at it, lads.
I'm going to mention some names to you.
Names of children.
I just want you to tell me if you've heard of them.
Lesley Ann Downey.
Never heard of her.
Keith Bennett.
John Kilbride.
Never heard of him.
All right, then. Have you heard of Pauline Reade?
Is that funny, Myra?
I knew Pauline Reade. I grew up with her.
I liked her.
Lesley Ann Downey.
Have you heard of Lesley Ann Downey?
It has been pretty public.
Papers, television, rewards.
Nobody at work ever mention Lesley Ann Downey?
And John Kilbride. You've never heard of him?
I don't know him. I have never heard of him.
Have you ever been to Ashton market?
No, I have never been to Ashton market. Never? Never.
Never been to Ashton market.
Where do you shop, then?
I shop at Adsega's sometimes.
I go into the city centre. Where do YOU shop?
The John Kilbride I'm talking about went missing from Ashton market 23rd of November 1963.
And I'm supposed to have murdered him and buried him on the moors?
I believe so, yes.
And I suppose I did the same...
to the other names in this book, yeah?
Joan Crawford.
Robert Urquhart.
Alec Guinness.
Deary me. I mean...
Alec will be sorry to hear of the premature end of his acting career.
Do you have children?
Eh?
Two.
Hm...
Well, I can understand why this is... an emotional subject for you.
We'll not get a cough out of him.
Come on, lads. I know you're tired but you're doing a grand job.
You see, the ground she's on here is quite flat and stony.
I've been all over, I can't find any ground like that round here.
You think we're looking in the wrong place, don't you?
I don't know. If there were more background in the photo,
something to give us a reference point...
So if WH isn't Woodhead, what else could it stand for?
Wuthering bloody Heights for all I know.
Prescott's not going to let this go on for much longer.
If we don't find the bodies, they'll get away with this.
Sir. Message from Jock Carr.
The suitcases that Smith told us about, he's found them.
Good lad.
Right, let's have a look, then, shall we?
Have you got a tape recorder in the station, sir?
Jock. Go and ask the sergeant, will you? Find a tape recorder.
Sir...
Isn't that Lesley Ann Downey?
Looks like her.
Oh, fucking hell fire.
We need to talk to Smith, sir.
Jock.
# LITTLE DRUMMER BOY
# I am a poor boy too
# Pa ra pa pa pum
# I have no gifts to bring, pa ra pa pa pum
You're right in it now, Smith.
# That's fit to give our king, pa ra pa pa pum
# Ra pa pa pum
# Ra pa pa pum...
Come on.
Hey. You better have some bloody good answers.
# Mary nodded, pa ra pa pa pum
What's this about?
(STOPS TAPE)
Do you recognise any of this lot?
The notebook's mine. I don't know about the rest.
You lying little bastard!
What? What am I supposed to have done?
You know what's on that tape, don't you?
You know what comes before that song!
No. Yes, you do!
You were there when it was made! I wasn't!
A little girl, being asked to do unspeakable things for a man by a woman,
crying for her mam, begging for mercy.
Only, you didn't show any mercy, did you?
You helped Hindley and Brady torture and kill her.
Like you helped kill Edward Evans! No! So, let's jog your memory.
Look at that. Who's that? Is that Lesley Ann Downey before you got hold of her?
Isn't she sweet? Innocent? Isn't she trusting?
Now look what was done to her in the bedroom of No.16.
Look at her! You were there, weren't you? You were watching!
No, I wasn't!
So what do you think of Myra now, then?
It might not be Myra's voice on the tape, it might be some other woman.
It's Myra.
Do you think Dave's told you everything about his relationship with Ian and Myra?
Yeah.
He didn't tell you about the armed robbery.
So what else don't you know?
What else could there be to know?
What about his sexual inclinations?
What's that got to do with anything?
Brady lent him dirty books.
Lots of people read books like that. Doesn't mean -
And lots of people interfere with children.
And some of them even murder 'em.
You're not saying Dave's done that?
I don't know. Do you think he could?
I'm his wife, for God's sake!
I live with him! I sleep with him!
How can you ask me that?
You live with him. You sleep with him.
So who else would be in a better position to know the truth?
I don't know the truth, about Dave, about my sister...
I don't know the truth about bloody anything any more!
"Notes taken from books I have enjoyed...
He said that what she refused him he was going to take by force,
so let the girl be stripped naked."
So, the idea of raping young girls gives you a kick, does it?
No? "Rape is not a crime. It is a state of mind.
Murder is a hobby and a supreme pleasure."
I just copied that to impress him! No, no. Come on, lad.
You enjoyed killing Edward Evans, didn't you?
And Lesley Ann Downey.
John Kilbride. Pauline Reade.
Pauline Reade?
You think she's part of this?
I know she is.
I knew Pauline, I grew up with her! You think I killed her?
That's exactly what Myra says.
And she's lying, And Brady's lying, and I think you're lying too.
I haven't killed anyone! I haven't!
But you haven't told us everything, have you?
Have you? Shall we listen to that tape, shall we,
to that girl begging for mercy? No!
I'll play it to you again and again till you tell me the truth.
What haven't you told us?
Edward Evans. What about him?
Maureen and me are in the shit with money.
The council are threatening to evict us.
I told Ian.
He said he'd go down Manchester, find a businessman,
bring him back and we'd rob him.
That's why Myra came round for me that night.
I thought we were just going to frighten the bloke
so he'd hand over his wallet.
But I walked in and...
there was Ian with the axe.
Why didn't you tell us this before? I knew what you'd think!
You'd think what I'm trying not to -
that Evans would still be alive now if me and Ian hadn't made that plan!
But I promise you, I haven't hurt any children.
At least tell me you believe that!
I do actually, lad.
Good lad. Have another fag.
There may have been a plan for a robbery, but he's no murderer.
MAUREEN: Can I wait for him? Go on, then. Get yourself home.
Sir. 13-year-old girl from Hattersley's come forward with new information.
She says Brady and Hindley befriended her, took her out for some drives on the moors.
Does she know which moors? Yes, she's very clear.
Wessenden Head, Saddleworth. WH! We were in the wrong place.
Move the troops there tomorrow. I'll call Prescott.
Oi, hang on!
They're not all Lancashire troops. Some are Manchester's.
You're not saying you don't want us to carry on searching, sir?
No, I'm not saying that. Just be aware.
I can't fund an operation like this indefinitely,
and Manchester won't either.
Thank you, sir.
Come on, lads. Bus isn't going to wait.
Sir, sir. Don't go without us. I need to splash my boots.
It's that cold and he hasn't brought any gloves!
Is he going to bring any tomorrow?
Thank you, boys. Thank you.
Another good day's work, lads.
Thank you very much.
Better luck tomorrow, eh, sir?
If there is a tomorrow. Sir?
I don't think Prescott's going to let this go on any longer.
What, you think this really is it?
Sir! Sir, up here! What?
Something bony sticking out of the ground.
Yeah, just another dead sheep, lad.
I don't think so, sir.
Come on, then.
REPORTER: Is it true there's a body, Mr Benfield?
Mr Talbot! Mr Talbot, can you give us any details?
All right, Joe? Yeah.
Manchester's here... now there's glory to be had.
Do we know whose body it is yet?
All I know is, it's not John Kilbride. A little girl.
Are you ready, Dougie? When you are, Arthur.
REPORTER: Is it male or female? Come on, lads, give us a break.
Mr Mounsey, are there any more? Get out of our way!
Let us through! Get back!
How many are there, Mr Talbot? Can you give us any detail?
Is it a boy or a girl? Are there any more?
We'll make a statement tomorrow.
Good work. Good work, excellent.
Yeah, the same to you. Thank you very much.
Sir.
That was Professor Poulson, Uppermill Mortuary.
Mother's identified the body. It's Lesley Ann.
Congratulations, everyone. What next?
Well, we charge Brady and Hindley with the murder of Lesley Ann Downey.
Then it's doubles on me over at the Queen's.
What about the others?
John Kilbride, Keith Bennett, Pauline Reade?
They're irrelevant now.
Sir? WHAT?!
I've done another print from the original negative.
I've brought up a lot more of the background, and look...
I swear that is Hollin Brown Knoll in the background.
Right, Mash, are you saying if we walk around those rocks
till we find the view that matches this one...
We should find one of the graves.
Where did you get the negative from, Mike?
It was in the suitcases.
But all that stuff got taken away by Manchester.
I know. I went down there and nicked it off them.
You bad lad!
Watch your step, lad. Watch your step.
Sir! I think it's here!
Mash? Yeah.
Right, here we go again.
Urgh!
(GASPS)
Forensics, please, Pat. Yes, sir.
I'll get the camera.
EXCITED VOICES
Boys, go on. In there. No! Go! Please, do as you're told.
Lads, get out. You too. Mum, I want to stay.
Danny... I want to stay!
Let him stay.
Let him.
Yes, that's John's.
I'm so sorry.
Sorry to disturb.
Some sad news. Your dog.
We needed to establish her age
in order to be sure that the photo of you crouching over John Kilbride's grave
was taken after his disappearance.
So we asked the vet to perform a dental X-ray.
I'm sorry to say she never came round from the anaesthetic.
You murdering fucking bastards!
Yes, well, I'm a dog lover myself, so I can appreciate the distress.
Sorry to interrupt, sir.
Well, I'm sorry about your dog, but we must press on.
It was a funny time of the night to be doing house calls.
DOOR OPENS
Where's Maureen? In the bedroom.
HUBBUB
WOMAN: Hang him!
ANGRY PROTESTS
Come on now, Mo.
You want stringing up an' all, you bitch!
They'll put you away!
Stand there.
Please repeat after me.
I swear by Almighty God...
(REPEATS)
..that the evidence I shall give...
(REPEATS)
..shall be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
(REPEATS)
You've already admitted that you and your husband were in trouble with the rent.
What's that got to do with it?
You were desperate for money.
Well, yes.
You were aware your husband had sought Brady's help over the rent.
I know he'd shown Ian the letter.
You were not aware of any further conspiracy between them? No.
Are you not in your husband's confidence?
I believed what he told me.
But he did not always tell you the truth.
Nevertheless, you are married and feel you must stand by him.
No! Are you all right, Mrs Smith?
I'm sorry.
I'm aware of the advanced state of your pregnancy.
Do you feel able to carry on?
I've got to, haven't I?
You've told the court that your sister was a regular visitor to Ashton market.
Yes, I have.
Are you quite sure about that?
There are many nearer places to shop.
But she liked to go to Ashton.
Mrs Smith, you know it's believed John Kilbride was abducted from Ashton market?
Yes.
And so to imply Myra regularly went there when she didn't
might be to dangerously mislead the jury.
Well, why would I want to do that?
Because you have sided with your husband against your sister.
No. All I want to do is tell the truth!
Did you go shopping frequently with Myra, Mrs Hindley? Yes.
To your knowledge, did she ever go to Ashton market?
No.
(DECISIVE) No.
Can you think of any reason why she should go there? No.
We have markets closer to home if we need them.
Thank you, Mrs Hindley.
Here come the Smiths. Maureen! Mr Smith!
'This is your notebook?' 'Yes.'
It contains numerous passages taken from books.
From books Brady gave me, yes.
There are passages justifying rape and murder.
Do you believe rape and murder could be justifiable? No.
There are passages dealing with sexual perversion of various kinds.
Yes.
Passages about a girl being flogged and that kind of thing.
Did you take pleasure in that?
I was just trying to understand what the author was getting at.
Ah...
Did you tell Ian Brady you could make money by selling pornographic photographs?
No, I didn't! On Boxing Day 1964,
you brought a girl to the house of Brady and Hindley, did you not? No!
That girl was Lesley Ann Downey. Where have you got this from?
And Brady told you the girl you had brought was too young.
I never took her there!
You nevertheless stayed downstairs
while photographs were taken of her upstairs, and later you took her away.
This is all lies!
And that was the last Brady and Hindley saw of her. No!
I put it to you that you murdered Lesley Ann Downey. No!
I put it to you that far from merely watching,
you helped Brady kill Edward Evans. I did not!
The truth is that when you saw violence,
you had to join in. I thought I'd come here as a witness.
I thought it was them on trial, not me.
No more questions, my Lord.
Has your Lordship got any questions?
No.
You are released, Mr Smith.
Court is adjourned until ten o'clock tomorrow morning.
CLERK: All rise.
Mrs West...
It's not true what they're saying about me. Let's just go.
I had nothing to do with Lesley Ann.
Why should I believe YOU? Cos it's the truth.
Let's just go! You're a liar!
David. Manchester Evening News.
How well did you know Brady, David? Can you tell us?
BARRAGE OF QUESTIONS Piss off. Piss off!
She's pregnant. Can you give us anything at all?
Here comes the third Moors murderer! Shut your face!
You're the third Moors murderer!
They're all from the same family!
I think it's this way. No, it's this way.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Where's your husband? Dave! I want to speak to him.
You ARE a liar! You were there! Where?
At the torture of my Lesley!
Get off him! Get off him!
You knew what he were doing! There was nothing to know, for God's sake!
For God's sake, I'm pregnant!
If I had your blood running through my veins, I'd slit my wrists!
(SCREAMS)
They killed me as well when they killed our Lesley!
Come on! You deserve the same, both of you!
(SOBS) Come on, love.
Why did you have to talk to 'em?
To make 'em understand that what Myra and Ian did had nothing to do with me.
Why should people believe that? What?
Edward Evans wouldn't have died, would he, Dave,
if you'd not let Ian draw you in.
I didn't know they'd kill him!
But he must have seen something in you, mustn't he, eh,
to make him think you could become part of it? Of what?
Whatever it was, him and Myra. Shut up!
It's you that's brought this on us, Dave. Shut up, you bitch!
I'm sorry, Maureen.
Will it be all right now? Now you've done that?
Maureen, I'm so sorry!
PROTESTS
Would you tell us what your feelings were for Ian Brady
before you you moved to Hattersley?
I loved him.
I still love him.
Did you ever get wind of anything odd happening between Ian and David?
I suppose I sometimes did wonder what was going on.
You've sat in this court, you've heard of several conspiracies between them.
To photograph young girls, to rob a bank...
I don't believe her. ..to lure a homosexual
to Wardle Brook Avenue with the intention of robbing him,
a conspiracy which ended in the death of Edward Evans.
Did you have any idea of any of these plans?
I had no idea at all.
Were you in any way involved in the death of John Kilbride?
I was not.
Were you in any way involved in the death of Lesley Ann Downey?
I was not.
Were you in any way involved in the death of Edward Evans?
No.
No more questions, my Lord.
You may step down, Miss Hindley.
This court is adjourned. We will reconvene after lunch.
RADIO NEWS
'Ian Brady and Myra Hindley have been found guilty of murder.
Ian Brady has been convicted of the murders of John Kilbride, Lesley Ann Downey and Edward Evans.
Myra Hindley has been convicted of the murders of Lesley Ann Downey and Edward Evans.
She was found not guilty of the murder of John Kilbride,
but was found guilty of being an accessory.
The jury retired earlier today
and took just 2 hours 23 minutes to reach their verdicts.
The defendants remained impassive as they were read out
and equally impassive as the Judge, Justice Fenton Atkinson,
sentenced the couple.'
Ian Brady, these were three calculated, cruel, cold-blooded murders.
In your case, I pass the only sentence which the law now allows,
which is three concurrent sentences of life imprisonment.
Hang him! The bastard!
Pervert! Quiet!
Quiet in court!
SILENCE
Put him down.
AGGRESSIVE MUTTERING
MAN: Take 'em both!
Quiet in court!
In your case, Hindley,
you have been found guilty of two equally horrible murders.
And in the third, as an accessory after the fact.
On the two murders,
the sentence is two concurrent sentences of life imprisonment.
DAVE: It's been a waste of fucking time.
If you two hadn't gone to court,
Brady would have got away with all those murders except Edward Evans.
He'd have been out in ten years and Myra would have walked free.
That's supposed to make us feel better, is it?
I can see that it's been hard.
Hard? I'm a child killer. The third Moors Murderer.
That's what they all believe!
They won't when they've had time to think about it. How do you know?
He won. Brady won.
I can't stop thinking about him.
I mean, what was he doing on the night of Edward Evans?
What was he thinking of? He had a secret, Dave.
He had a monster of a secret
and what use was it to him without someone to share it with?
But he had Myra to share it with. Yeah.
And I believe he was growing tired of her.
I think she probably resisted it, but in order to keep him,
she agreed to try and bring Dave into it.
And in the end, he failed, didn't he?
You two have got to try and get on with your lives now.
What about Pauline Reade?
Keith Bennett?
I'm not allowed to search for them.
Only Manchester police can do that.
Frankly, between you, me and the gate post, they flatly refuse to do so.
But I never said that.
I'd best be going.
I'll see you out. No, you stay there, pet.
I'm gonna wish you two the very best of luck. All right?
Sister, which is Mrs Harris' bed?
It's that one over there.
Good morning, Mrs Harris.
Hiya. Hiya.
What do you think?
Beautiful.
Family again, eh?
It's the only family I'll ever have now, Dave.
I've lost Myra,
Mam.
I can't lose this.
Yeah, I know.
I heard them come in.
I hope someone kills it and buries it on t'bloody moors.
You filthy bitch!
Come on!
It's not worth it. Leave it.
Safe home now anyway.
Right, girl.
Aye.
It's all right.
Maureen,
come on, he wants you.
BABY CRIES
I can't.
How can I?
Shh.
How can I ever be a mother again?
I'm a Hindley.
Shh.
Maureen.
Where have you been?
I've made a pot of tea, if you want some.
That'd be nice, love.
Nice place here.
It's small, but...
..it's much nicer than my last place.
And I'm gonna redecorate.
And you got a job?
Lewis's.
Cleaning.
That's where I saw Aunty Cath.
I just...
I didn't dare believe it when she said you'd wanna see me.
I'm so sorry.
You've had a terrible time.
The whole estate turned against us.
We just kept hoping it'd... it'd go away.
We just kept hoping, if we had a family and...
stuck together...
..it'd be OK.
But it wasn't.
Bricks through the window.
Poison pen letters.
God knows what else through the letter box.
People would spit at the kids.
Taunt them.
Me and Dave...
we couldn't go anywhere without trouble.
Eventually,
one night...
Dave went for someone.
Got sent to Walton.
I just couldn't cope.
I was just in a pit.
Drinking.
Hopeless.
I had the kids put into care.
God forgive me.
I just thought...
that I'd ruined their lives.
And they deserved better.
I should have been in touch.
I should have helped you.
I felt I had to choose.
Dave's out of jail now.
He's got the kids back.
The social...social worker says they're doing OK.
DAVE: Here you are, David. Do you want some bread?
Come here, then. Take it off me.
Here.
Don't throw it too far though.
Do you want some, Paul?
John, come away from the edge.
Good lad.
Stay this side of the boat, John.
Hiya.
Hi.
Hello, boys.
Who's that lady? It's your mam.
They've grown, haven't they?
David's just like you.
Named him well, then, didn't we?
We'd got a John and a Paul. I wasn't going to let you have Ringo.
I never thought I'd see 'em again.
Let alone have 'em back under my own roof.
You've done so well for them.
So, why would you want to let me see 'em again?
I think I'm a decent dad these days, but unless I suddenly sprout tits,
I'm never going to be their mother, am I?
Only you can be that.
They look happy, don't they?
I'd hate to get in the way.
Of what?
You might have met someone else for a start.
I haven't.
Not that I didn't get a few proposals in Walton, mind.
Come on.
So, when are we gonna see you again, then?
DOORBELL
Come on.
I don't know if I can do this, Mam.
It's what she wants, love.
It's what both of you want, eh?
I'm not sure.
Come on.
I'll be waiting for you. Eh?
Yeah.
Myra.
Moby.
You don't know how I've longed for this moment.
How are you?
OK.
If only that were true.
You've been through hell because of me.
I haven't come here to make you say that.
I want to say it.
I think about the consequences of my actions all the time.
The hardest, of course, is the children.
Living with the knowledge I helped
bring such suffering on them and their families.
But there's not a day goes by
when I don't think about what I've done to you.
I mean...
..people make excuses for me,
saying I must have been damaged when I was little.
Damaged?
How?
You know how Dad used to leather me sometimes.
He used to leather me too, Myra.
I didn't do what you did.
I know.
I know, Moby.
And I mustn't make excuses.
I keep telling 'em that.
Even when they say it was all Ian's fault,
that he changed me,
corrupted me.
Who's they? The governor.
And the others.
I've written to Ian.
I told him I want to sever all contact.
I've um...
been going through my stuff.
Getting rid of every trace of his influence on me.
I want you to take these away.
I don't want to see them again.
It makes me so ashamed when I look at them.
You weren't always like that, Myra.
You were a different person once.
And I want to be that person again, Mo.
I've started going to mass.
And confession.
And in finding God again...
..I do feel like I've found the real me.
Please.
There has to be forgiveness surely for all of us.
There has to be redemption.
GUITAR STRUMMED
All quiet on the Western Front?
Yeah. Never thought I'd get 'em down so easy.
Well, um...
suppose I'd better be getting on my way.
Why not stay?
The night?
Well, for good.
You mean that? Yeah.
Be a family again, eh?
Yeah? Yeah.
Dad'll be chuffed.
Yeah.
What about your mam? She'd be pleased.
Yeah, but she blames me for everything, doesn't she?
Not any more.
She's had years to think it through.
She understands the real blame lies with Brady.
She still thinks Myra's innocent?
No. Nor does Myra.
She's accepted full responsibility.
She's told the truth.
How do you know?
She told me.
You've been to see her?
Yeah.
She's admitted everything.
What has she admitted?
Dave...
I don't want to get into this now.
What has she admitted?
That she picked up John Kilbride and Lesley Ann Downey,
delivered them into Ian's hands.
And that's it? He bullied her into it, Dave.
But she knows now it was a terrible thing to do.
If she was bullied into it, why was she smiling
on that picture Brady took of her on John Kilbride's grave?
She didn't know it was his grave. Oh, come on.
She was in on all of it.
Abducting him, helping to rape, kill and bury him.
That was just some sick little joke they could share afterwards.
And Lesley Ann Downey.
If all Myra did was pick her up for Brady,
then why was her voice on that tape?
And Keith Bennett, what about him?
Myra's adamant she had no part in that. Pauline Reade?
I'm sure she knows nothing about that.
Anyway, who said anything happened to Pauline?
She's up there on the moors.
And if Myra really was sorry, she'd start by telling the police
where she's buried. And Keith Bennett, too.
I just have to believe what my heart tells me, Dave.
And my heart tells me whatever Myra did in the past,
she's a different person now.
I mean, they wouldn't be thinking
of giving her parole if that weren't true.
They're thinking of releasing her?
If you could see her, Dave.
If you could speak to her, you'd see.
She's the old Myra.
A warm, loving person.
She asks after the kids all the time.
She'd like to see 'em one day.
She's not coming near my kids.
She's worse than Brady, Maureen.
He's just a sicko, a sex case.
The king of the sex cases.
But Myra,
she's human, she had feelings.
Remember the tears when Angela died?
That card she gave us.
Another little flower for God's fucking garden!
Jesus! She was killing kids at the same time. All right!
All right.
You believe what you want to.
But please,
please can't you let me do the same?
Of course.
I'm sorry, Maureen.
If we can't put it behind us...
We've got to for the kids' sake.
We can do it, girl.
We can.
David, sit down and eat your breakfast.
There's your cereal, then, David.
Eat that. Good lad.
Paul, do you want some toast?
Stop playing. Eat your breakfast.
Come on.
Are you all sorted?
Come on, boys, eat up now.
Let Grandad look at his paper.
That's it. Tuck yourselves in.
Don't play with it, eat it.
Oh, come on, don't mess with that.
You only need a little bit of butter on there.
Never mind that now. I want you to eat your breakfast.
You'll grow big and strong like your dad.
No telling tales now. Eat your breakfast.
He can take his shoes off later.
BOY: I can.
Eat up, boys.
You all right?
Yeah.
I've um...
I've given them their breakfast.
Good.
I've run out of eyeliner.
I'm just gonna nip to the chemist.
OK.
What have I just said? Come on now.
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