Ian Brady:
An hysteric! That's what she is. Are ye familiar with the term, in its strict, clinical use?
Lord Longford:
No.
Ian Brady:
[very seriously]
An hysteric is someone who gives to people, reflects back to them, that which they believe makes them most acceptable... most likable... what they think others want to see. And Myra Hindley is a *classic* hysteric. It explains why to you, she's a virtuous, church-going angel. To her co-prisoners and dykes, she's a strong woman with a soft heart. And to me: she was a brutal sadist - and a cruel killer - with not an ounce of remorse in her.
Lord Longford:
[resisting the idea]
If she is this guilty, why did you insist on her innocence at the trial?
Ian Brady:
Because I loved her. How could ye *not* love a girl like that?
[Softly, gently]
Ian Brady:
Come on, Frank... don't look like that. Ye know *exactly* what I'm talking about.
Lord Longford:
No. I've spoken to the prison governor about having you reassessed as a mental case -
Ian Brady:
Deny it, Frank. Look me in the eye, and tell me ye weren't a little sweet on her yourself.
[Very softly and gently]
Ian Brady:
The knight on his white charger... riding in to save the damsel...
[whispers like a woman]
Ian Brady:
"Save me, Lord Longford... save me!"
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