See No Evil: The Moors Murders Page #4

- 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,

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