See No Evil: The Moors Murders

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# HERMAN'S HERMITS: I'm Into Something Good

# Woke up this morning, feeling fine

# There's something special on my mind

# Last night, I met a new girl in the neighbourhood

# Oh, yeah

# Woo-ooh-ooh # Something tells me

# I'm into something good

# Something tells me I'm into something good

# She's the kind of girl who's not too shy

# And I could tell I'm her kind of guy

# She danced close to me, like I hoped she would

# She danced with me, like I hoped she would

# Woo-ooh-ooh # Something tells me

# I'm into something good # Something tells me... #

All right, sweetie.

# ..we only danced for a minute or two

# But then she stuck close to me the whole night through

# Can I be falling in love?

# She's everything I've been dreaming of... #

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. All right.

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. Come on. I don't think we should leave her.

Oh, come on, 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. Bye. 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.

I'll bring you a cuppa and a slice of bread and butter.

Hello...

Night, love. Nice to see you. Yeah, you too.

'Ey! 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's the little 'un? She's fine, thanks.

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 soul is trash. Eh?

That a 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 soul is shite.

Ergo...

the whole notion of God is, too.

Bloody hell, Neddy. You've confused him now.

Ah-ah! 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. Eh?

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.

..little bit early.

GIGGLING

'Ey, 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 Neddy/Hessy stuff?

Hessy! Hessy!

They're just nicknames.

Neddy's 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.

GRASS RUSTLES

WIND WHISTLES

Quick!

GIGGLING

Look at that! (LAUGHS)

Take a picture, Hessy.

CAMERA CLICKS

WINDS FILM ON

GIGGLING

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 Neddy and I, also.

Where to? Hattersley.

That big estate they're building in the Peak District? 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,