[deanmine]

This is the full Lesley Ann Downey tape transcript taken by Leonard Milner, a shorthand typist of the Supreme court in 1966.

The tape was found within a brown suitcase, recovered from lost property at a train station, along with many other incriminating items such as photographs. The ticket to claim the suitcase was found in the spine of Myra Hindley's prayer book, which was what 'PB' stood for on the disposal plan below.

It's worth pointing out that they are urging her to put a scarf gag in her mouth, nothing sexual as many assume. The tape didn't indicate that they cut her fingers off either as is commonly said.

Two magnetic recording tapes were found in the brown suitcase. On one tape were two identical tracks of the voices of a man, a woman and a child. At the end of each of these tracks was a recording of two songs, 'Jolly St Nicholas' and 'The little Drummer Boy', which a witness recognized as being from a long-playing record by The Ray Conniff Singers, entitled 'We Wish You A Merry Christmas', the other tape contained four tracks: (a) A recording of music, (b) a 'Goon Show' recording, (c) a recording of a commentary by Freddie Grisewood, (d) a recording of a man, a woman and a child which was identical to the two tracks on the other tape. The witness said that having spoken to Brady and Hindley on many occasions he was able to identify the voices of the man and woman on the tape as those of the accused.


Transcript:

Man - This is track four.

Man - Get out of the fucking road.

Man - Get in the fucking basket.

(sound of door banging)

(crackling noise)

(footsteps-heavy)

(steps across the room and then a recording noise followed by blowing sound into the microphone)
(Footsteps)

Woman - (Voice quiet, unreadable)

(footsteps, light, walking across room; whispered conversation at the same time)
(footsteps)

(speech, distant, containing word 'upstairs'; then two footsteps)

Child - (screaming) Don't. Mum--Ah.
Woman - (whispering) Come on.

(footsteps)

Woman - (whispering) Shut up.

Child - (pleading) Oh, please.
Child - Oh. (then faintly:) Help - oh.
Child - Help. (followed by gurgling noise)

Woman - Sh. Sh.
Woman - Shut up. Shut UP.

(Screams and gurgles)
Child - Oh. Oh. Oh. (child crying)

Woman - (whispering) Keep - and you'll be all right.
Woman - (whispering) Go on.
(Quick footsteps mounting stairs, then entering room)

(Child crying, muffled)

Man - (whispering) Here.

Woman - Hush, hush. Go on.
(woman speaking, unreadable)

(Child crying)

Woman - You are all right. Hush, hush. Put it in your mouth - hush and shift that hand.

(child crying)

Woman- Put it in your mouth and keep it in and you'll be all right.
Woman - Put it in, stop it.
Woman- If you don't--shh.

(child crying)

Woman - In your mouth. Hush, hush. Shut up or I'll forget myself and hit you one. Keep it in.

(Child whimpering)

Man - Put it in.

Woman- (Spoken quickly) Put it in.

Man - (speaks, but words unreadable except for the word 'hand')

(footsteps)

Man - Put it in. Keep it in. Stop it now. Stop it now.

Woman - I'm only doing this and you'll be all right.
Woman - Put it in your mouth. Put it in--in.

(further words spoken by the woman which are unreadable except for 'put it in')

Woman - Will you stop it, stop it.
(womans voice unreadable)

(Child whimpering)

Woman - Shut--

Man - Quick. Put it in now.

(Child whimpering)
(retching noise)

Man - Just put it in now, love. Put it in now.

(retching noise)
Child - (muffled) What's this in for?

Man - Put it in.

Child - Can I just tell you summat? I must tell you summat. Please, take your hands off me a minute, please, please-- Mummy--please.
Child- I can't tell you.
(Grunting)
Child - (in quick sequence) I can't tell you, I can't breathe. Oh.
Child - I can't--Dad-Will you take your hands off me?

(man whispering)
Man - No. Tell me.

Child - Please God.

Man - Tell me.

Child - I can't while you've got your hands on me.
(mumbling sound)

Man - Why don't you keep it in?

Child - Why? What are you going to do with me?

Man - I want some photographs, that's all.
Man - Put it in.

Child - Don't undress me, will you?

Woman - That's right, don't --

Child - It hurts me. I want to see Mummy, honest to God.

Man - Put it in.

Child - I'll swear on the Bible.

Man - Put it in, and hurry up now. The quicker you do this, the quicker you'll get home.

Child - I've got to go, because I'm going out with my Mamma. Leave me, please. Help me, will you?

Man - Put it in your mouth and you'll be all right.

Child - Will you let me go when this is out?

Man - Yes. the longer it takes you to do this, the longer it takes you to get home.

Child - What are you going to do with me first?

Man - I'm going to take some photographs. Put it in your mouth.

Child - What for?

Man - Put it in your mouth. (pause) Right in.

Child - I'm not going to do owt.

Man - Put it in. If you don't keep that hand down, I'll slit your neck. (pause) Put it in.

Child - Won't you let me go? Please.

Man - No, no. Put it in, stop talking.
Man - What's your name?

Child - Lesley.

Man - Lesley what?

Child - Ann.

Man - What's your second name?

Child - Westford. Westford.

Man - Westford?

Child - I have to get home before 8 o'clock. I got to get --(pause) Or I'll get killed if I don't. Honest to God.

Man - Yes.
(Quick footsteps of woman leaving room and going downstairs; then a click; then woman's footsteps coming upstairs; then eight longer strides)
Man - What is it?

Woman - I've left the light on.
Man - You 'ave?

Woman - So that -- (remainder of sentence unreadable)

(Child starts crying)
Child - It hurts me neck.

Man - Hush, put it in your mouth and you'll be all right.

Woman - Now listen, shurrup crying.
Child - (crying) It hurts on me --

Woman - (interrupting) Hush! Shut up. Now, put it in. Pull that hand away and don't dally and just keep your mouth shut, please.
Woman - Wait a bit, I'll put this on again. D'you get me?

Child - (whining) No, I -- (remainder of sentence unreadable)

Woman - Sh. Hush. Put that in your mouth. And again, packed more solid.
(whispered sentences, unreadable)

Child - I want to go home. Honest to god. I'll (further speech muffled but uninterrupted) -- before eight o'clock.

Woman - No, it's all right.

Man - Eh!

(Music commences, country-style tune followed by 'Jolly St Nicholas', during which various non-vocal noises can be heard; then tune 'The Little Drummer Boy' during which a voice speaks -unreadable)
(Three loud cracks, systematic, even-timed)
(Music- 'The Little Drummer Boy' -- goes fainter)
(Footsteps)
(Sounds on tape cease)

Also covered here:
Moors Murders Crime Scene Photos

[deanmine]

its belived clues to the other remaining kids yet to be found are hidden withen the pics they took



years have passed and yet they still look....



a mother searches for her lost child



belived to be taken after hiding the dead child


Keith Bennett was Winnie Johnson son, she has now passed never finding him

[Sterlig]

Fascinating. Although, they sound like child rapists.

[Photoplay]

Thanks~ Great lot of pictures and information. Have followed this one for quite some time.
Re-reading the Transcript of Lesley Westford is heartbreaking. You can just tell she was so frightened, alone and confused. The way she kept asking for her mum or to be taken to her mum was excruciating difficult to read. Poor tiny little girl. I feel for all the victims. It changes the dynamics of families forever.
Such evil is everywhere unfortunately.

[Johnny Wadd]

We know Lesley as Lesley Anne Downey in the UK.

Did you know Brady has an IQ of 170+

[Johnny Wadd]

Dean

You have Brady's name right next to a pic of John Kilbride,just don't want people to think that JK was the nasty cunt

[AliceInChains]

It saddens me that Myra Hindley wasn't cryogenically preserved after she kicked the bucket. I would love to believe that advances in science would one day mean that she could be reanimated, then shoved back into Holloway for a second life time.

[Shakey]

[Oddeverything]

One of the most common search strings on my site is "Lesley Ann Downey audiotape." It's shocking at times how much this one little girl still remains in the public imagination.

Ian Brady is a ridiculous piece of filth. I can't help but wonder how it was concluded he has an IQ of 180 because all his writings are hilariously inappropriate interpretations of Nietzsche and prose so purple it's practically a bruise. Nothing I've read or seen of him indicates he's much more than a reasonably clever psychopath.

But then again, there seems to be a minor movement to rehabilitate his image that I can see some easily duped psychologist proclaim him to have such a high IQ. Colin Wilson fawned all over him - I bet poor Colin thinks Brady is a genius.

I've never been able to decide whether Ian Brady became genuinely mentally ill in prison or if he faked it until it became real. All I know is that after I read about the way he screwed with Keith's mother after he was sentenced, like a bored cat with a mouse, makes me wish I could punch him in the eye.

[Oddeverything]

Originally Posted by AliceInChains ↗

It saddens me that Myra Hindley wasn't cryogenically preserved after she kicked the bucket. I would love to believe that advances in science would one day mean that she could be reanimated, then shoved back into Holloway for a second life time.

And we're done here. Drop the mic, Alice. This is Best summation ever for what should have happened to Myra.