See No Evil: The Moors Murders Page #2

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.

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