All right, sweetie.
Oh, look, you brought her!
Oh, what's she called?
Angela Dawn.
- Oh, she's just gorgeous! - I know.
Everyone says she looks like Dave, but I reckon she looks like me.
Moby!
Oh. I'll see you after.
- He's lovely. - I'll see you in a minute.
What a lovely surprise!
I promised the girls that I'd pop back with the baby.
Sod the other girls! They're not her auntie. I want her.
There you go.
Oh, you get bonnier by the day.
Don't you, my little Angela Dawn?
Eh? Ooh, eh?
Have you no care at all about the reputation of this company, Miss Hindley?
You of all people should know that the word "consignment"
contains a letter G.
And it's no' there.
I do apologise, Mr Brady.
Retype it, please.
Of course,
Mr Brady.
Ssh! Ssh.
- Ian. - Maureen.
So, where's the father?
In the Tap Room in the Steelworks' with his old man, I'll bet.
No, Dave's come over all responsible since she was born. You wouldn't believe it.
You're right. I wouldn't.
He's scarce more than a kid himself.
No, honest, he's taking fatherhood dead seriously.
I've just left him soaking nappies.
Good.
Erm...
Listen, erm...
Ian and I were only saying the other night, it's about time you brought Dave round.
Give him a proper welcome to the family.
I mean...he and Ian are practically brothers-in-law now and yet...
Well, they still hardly know each other.
Yeah. I'd love to come round.
Good. Good.
I don't see the point in going round to Myra's.
She doesn't like me. As for Ian, I can't make head nor bloody tail of him.
Dave, we agreed, we're making a new start and that includes my mam and dad.
- Hiya, Mam. - Hello, love.
- Hiya, Dad. - You're late, aren't you?
I know. It's taken ages getting her stuff together.
- You're sure you don't mind? - Of course not. Any time.
- Ooh. - Hello.
Aaah. Give her to me.
I don't think we should leave her.
Oh, come on, of course you can. Give her to me.
Come on, David. We're all family now.
Ooh, there you are.
Yeah.
She'll be fine.
You get off to Myra's.
Let's go.
- See you later. - Ta-ra, love.
Ee! Ee.
Hey, come on, you. They won't bite.
- Hiya, Gran. - Hello, Maureen, love.
- Are you all right? - Yeah, fine. Fine, thanks.
- Gran's just going up, aren't you? - Am I?
But she's only just come.
Yeah, and you're tired.
Come on. I'll bring you a cuppa and a slice of bread and butter.
Hello.
Night, love. Nice to see you. - Yeah, you, too.
Eh! Don't forget that. There you go.
- And how are you, buggalugs? - All right.
Anyone fancy a drink?
Do the honours, Hessy, please.
Jawohl, Liebling.
All right, Ian?
All right, Maureen. How are you?
Good.
And how's the weather?
Not bad.
Good.
- And how is the little 'un? - She's fine, thanks.
- You like dogs, do you? - Yeah, I've got one.
I have a question for you.
Does a dog have a soul?
You what?
I said, does a dog have a soul?
We can agree that a dog maybe has a personality.
So why not a soul?
Or maybe you think the entire notion of a soul is trash.
Eh?
That dog is no more than a...
complex biological machine,
as are we, us, here now,
in this room.
And that, by extension, the whole notion of a soul is shite.
Ergo.
The whole notion of God is, too.
Bloody hell, Neddie. You've confused him now.
Language, Hessy, please. Language.
That's rich coming from you.
Are you saying I'm a hypocrite?
Eh?
Then why, why would I have started a swear box?
Eh?
I mean, standards have to be maintained.
Isn't that right, Maureen?
After all, we do share this house with a respectable old lady.
Not to mention a fucking budgie,
who must no', under any circumstances,
be encouraged to learn filth.
Pardon my French, Joey.
Oh, deary me.
That's me skint.
- How are you doing, Dave? - Not bad, Ian.
So, yous got a job yet?
Well, no, but I'm seeing someone next week, so, hopefully.
Eh, you, I thought you were coming straight up.
Does a dog have a soul?
You daft bugger!
I've never met anyone like him.
I told you, Ian can be all right when he wants to be.
Just got to get to know him a bit.
And what's all that Neddie/Hessy stuff?
Hessy! Hessy!
They're just nicknames.
Neddie is from The Goon Show and Myra Hess is some famous piano player.
Never heard of her.
Yeah, well, Ian's into all that kind of stuff.
Classical music. Jazz. Books.
So is Myra now.
I think he's been really good for her.
Opened her mind up to new things.
Not like me, then.
What do you mean?
What have I ever done for you?
Well, not much, really.
Apart from marrying me
and giving me the most beautiful baby in the world.
Come on. Let's go up.
Does a dog have a soul?
Give over!
Ergo, the whole notion of God is shite.
Quick!
Look at that!
Take a picture, Hessy.
Eine andere Flasche, Hessy.
Jawohl, mein Herr.
- So, what do you think, Dave? - I don't get it.
Dave!
It's lovely.
- I don't know what hills are for. - It's wasted on him, Ian.
You'll be stuck in Gorton with him, Mo, for the rest of your life.
Oh, no, he won't. Redevelopment.
The powers that be are going to raze Gorton to the ground, son.
- But that's not for ages, is it? - No.
Gran's just heard she's got to go next month.
Which obviously means Neddie and I, also.
Where to?
Hattersley.
The big estate they're building in the Peak District?
There's lovely countryside all round.
They can't just knock Gorton down.
Deary me.
Is the boy getting emotional about his home?
Yeah, well, wouldn't you, about where you're from?
You know nothing about where I'm from, son.
So, tell us. What's it like, Scotland?
Like this or what?
Some places, aye.
Others are a wee bit more urban.
There's not a loch or a bank...
..or a bonny brae in sight,
but, in those places,
a man may split another man's head open for simply looking at him in the wrong way.
So, which part are you from, then, eh?
I have an acquaintance with both.
Why can't you just give a straight answer to a straight question?
There's a wee thing called "privacy".
I'll thank you to respect mine.
Need a piss.
Yeah, me, too.
Stick the radio on, Mo.
I'm glad I'm seeing more of you again.
I hardly saw you at all when you and Ian first got together.
Eh, we are sisters, Moby, and nothing will ever get in the way of that.
Would that be that Mrs Reade, eh?
The lady whose daughter disappeared?
Yeah, Pauline.
Almost two years now.
That's her bedroom.
I often see her mam up there at night.
You must have known that lassie well.
Yeah.
So did Maureen and Myra.
The police said she'd met some lad and run off with him.
What? You did nae believe that, eh?
She weren't that type of girl.
Yeah, right.
They're all that type of girl.
Eh! Come here.
Whoa.
Giddy-up!
Get in there!
Where are we, Maureen? Are we on Mars?
I think it's all right.
Careful, Maureen! Don't bump her.
- So, what do you think, then? - Better than staying in Gorton.
Excuse the mess.
We've still not finished unpacking properly yet.
Oh, it's nice, Myra. It's smashing.
Yeah, we're thrilled with it.
Still lots to do, mind. Lampshades and rugs and accessories to buy.
- Well, I'll help you. - That'd be great.
- We can go down Ashton market. - Where's Ian?
Angela is desperate for clothes.
I haven't even said hello to her yet.
Hello! Look at you!
- She's getting bigger by the day. - She's a bonny thing.
Hello, Angela.
Eh? Hello.
Oh, she's gorgeous. Aren't you?
Hey, Bob.
- Shut the door. Shut the door! - What's up?
Who said yous could come up here, you bloody moron?
- Eh? - All right. Sorry.
Jesus! I only came to say hello and give you this.
A moving-in present.
Well, apology accepted.
Now, please, get out.
- Mrs Kilbride? - Yes.
Detective Chief Inspector Mounsey. Ashton Police.
It's about your John.
Yes?
What about him?
I've no news, I'm afraid, love.
I've just taken over command here. I wanted to familiarise myself with the case.
We thought you'd given up. We haven't heard from you in ages.
- You'd better come in. - Thank you very much.
- Hey, that's... - Boys, go in the other room, please.
- Go on. - I don't want to.
Go on.
Danny, do as you're told.
Thank you.
I'm sorry about this, Mrs Kilbride, but I need you to go over the events
of the day John disappeared, again, please.
He'd gone to the pictures, with a pal.
Afterwards, they went down the market.
John often did.
You know, to earn a few bob, carrying stuff for folk.
Clearing up.
Eventually, John's pal went home.
This would be about what time?
Half five.
It was dark.
Fog coming down.
John was stood by the bins.
That's the last time anyone remembers seeing him.
It's not as if I hadn't drummed it into all of them.
If a strange man ever offers you sweets and says, "Come with me",
you don't, you run away home.
You run away home.
What's going on?
Who are you?
- He's a policeman, Pat. - DCI Mounsey.
What do you mean by coming round here, upsetting her?
That wasn't my intention.
- That's all you lot have done. - Pat, don't start.
All that fuss for a few weeks.
Searching the town, searching this house.
Accusing me of doing away with him.
And then nothing.
You think he's dead, so there's no point looking, don't you?
I'm aware that this must be very distressing for you.
We don't want your sympathy.
We just want our lad back.
What do you think happened to John Kilbride?
DCI Downs turned the town upside down.
He searched every garage, shed, river, pond, canal.
I know. I know. I'm asking what you think happened to him.
He was last seen at Ashton market. You spend a lot of time there.
Chasing people who steal handbags and wallets, sir.
Not children.
So, you think John was abducted?
He was a happy lad, by all accounts. I can't see him running away.
You discount the theory the father was involved?
Well, I know fathers are always the first suspects.
- Yes? - But I've met him.
I can't see it. Can you?
No, I can't.
You and I are going to give this case a boot up the backside.
Christ knows when we're going to find the time, but we will.
John Kilbride went missing on the 23rd November last year.
Danny?
Now that is the day after President Kennedy was assassinated.
Everybody remembers where they were that day.
All we want people to do is think back.
Did you go to Ashton the next day?
And, if you did, did you come to this market?
Did you see this boy?
Or did you see anyone watching children
or in any other way acting suspiciously?
And if you did, please contact Ashton Police.
Does Danny look a lot like John?
The thing is... I mean, Danny looks frightened now,
but our John, you never saw him without a smile on his face.
Danny, over here, mate.
Good lad, Danny.
Another one, Danny. One more time.
- Do you miss your brother, Danny? - What do you think?
Thank you, gentlemen of the press. Thank you.
It's OK. You did good. Thank you very much.
Thanks. Cheers.
He's done very well.
Mrs Kilbride, thank you very much indeed.
- Thank you, Mr Mounsey. - Not at all.
- Well done, lad. - Come on.
I'm proud of you.
Got to be worth a try.
I'm not sure DCS Prescott will agree.
He's in Preston.
You didn't seriously think you could pull this off without me finding out?
It's a year, Joe.
We gave it substantial publicity at the time.
The chances of anybody remembering anything new now...
- I felt we owed it to the family. - You're giving them false hope.
What am I supposed to do, then? Tell them we're dropping it?
No.
Do what you can.
But do it in your own time.
If it's a lost cause, I can't keep throwing money at it.
Sir.
Thank you, sir.
Dad!
You walk halfway across pissing Manchester,
wait hours to see some git of a foreman,
who says, "I don't know who told you there's jobs going here."
I told him it was you, you pillock!
- What's up with you? - It's Angela.
What about her?
She was taken poorly.
- Maureen took her to hospital. - Why? What's wrong with her?
Well, is it serious or what?
The poor little thing, she wasn't breathing properly.
They tried things.
They tried to save her, but they couldn't.
No.
No, you've got this wrong.
You get everything wrong!
- Which hospital is she in? - Ancoats. It's true, Dave.
I was there!
- I was there. - No.
Get off me!
She seemed all right when I put her down.
A bit quiet.
I know she'd had that bad chest last week, but...
That's not what caused it. Her windpipe hadn't developed properly.
I thought I was a good mother.
I thought I was doing things right.
You were. Get it in your head, it wasn't anyone's fault.
Bloody hell, Dave. Lay off her.
You can see the state she's in.
Can I make you another cup of tea, love?
No.
I think maybe we should take a wee drive out.
Clear our heads.
Come on, Dave.
Is that new?
Traveller. Converts to a two-seater.
You never know when you might need the extra baggage capacity.
Anyone fancy a stroll?
Dave?
If you want.
Maureen?
I'm in heels.
We'll stop in the car.
I'm so glad you came to me.
Who else would I go to?
How's Mam taking it?
She's in pieces.
I sat by Angela in the hospital for ages.
You know, when she was gone, but...
You still wait for something.
A whimper or...
A breath.
Anything.
It's the silence that gets you, isn't it?
I didn't know you had ever seen anyone dead.
My friend Michael.
Oh, God, yeah.
That drowned in Gorton Rezzer?
I remember how upset you were.
I'll never forget them pulling him out, laying him on the bank.
I kept staring at him.
Willing him to come awake again, but...
But they don't, do they?
Here.
Why here?
That's why.
I live for this place.
It owns my soul.
Another little flower for God's garden.
That's lovely.
Isn't it, Dave?
Yeah.
Can I...?
Yeah.
Oh, God, Maureen.
I am so sorry.
Shit.
Look at me.
Please don't tell Ian, will you?
All right, Gary, sobered up?
- Just about, sir, yeah. - Very good, lad.
Come in.
How was your Christmas, sir?
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, 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 shit you talk.
You think I'm talking shit 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 fucking 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?
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.
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? ls 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.
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.