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							I, PETER WILLIAM SUTCLIFFE, wish to make a statement and I want
							someone to write down what I say I have been told that I need not
							say anything unless I wish to do so and that whatever I say may
							be given in evidence. SGD: P W Sutcliffe
                    						  	      WTD: P Smith DS 268  J Boyle DI

							(DATE TAKEN: 4.1.81 Time: From 2.50pm to 1.12am)

							That was the incident that started it all off, I was driving
							through Leeds late at night I'd been to somewhere having a couple
							of pints, you'll know the date better than me. It was WILMA
							McCANN. I was in a Ford Capri K registered a lime Green one
							with a black roof with a sun grill in the back window. I saw
							this woman thumbing a lift where the Wetherby Road branches to
							the right but you can carry straight on. She was wearing some
							white trousers and a jacket. I stopped and asked her how far
							she was going. She said "NOT FAR THANKS FOR STOPPING" and she
							jumped in. I was in quite a good mood and we were talking on the
							way. She said something about just before we stopped about did
							I want business. To me I didn't know what she meant by this.
							I asked her to explain and straight away a scornfull tone came
							into her voice which took my by surprise because she had been
							so pleasant.
							She said, "BLOODY HELL DO I HAVE TO SPELL IT OUT" she said it as
							though it was a challenge.
							My reaction was to aggree to go with her.
							She told me where to park the car. It was just off this road
							we turned left we came to this field which sloped up I parked
																																																	near the field.

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							We sat there for a minute talking then all of a sudden her tone
							changed and she said "WELL WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR LETS GET ON
							WITH IT."
							Before we stopped she had said that it would cost a fiver.
							I was a bit surprised I was expecting it to be a bit romantic.
							I think she had been drinking because she was being irrational.
							I couldn't have intercourse in a split second I had to be arroused.
							At this point she opened the car door and got out. She slammed
							the door and shouted "I'M GOING, ITS GOING TO TAKE YOU ALL FUCKING
							DAY." She shouted something like "YOU'RE FUCKING USELESS."
							I suddenly felt myself seething with rage. I got out of the car
							wanting to hit her to pay her back for the insult.
							I went to her and said "HANG ON A MINUTE DON'T GO OFF LIKE THAT."
							She was only 3 or 4 strides away she turned and came back to me.
							She said something like "OH YOU CAN FUCKING MANAGE IT NOW CAN YOU."
							She sounded as though she was taunting me.
							This was with my idea of hitting her.
							THE CAR." With that she stormed up the hill into the field.
							I had a tool box on the back seat of the car and I took a hammer
							out of the tool box I followed her into the field. I took my car
							coat off and carried it over my arm I had the hammer in my right
							hand. I put my coat on the grass. She sat down on the coat.
							She unfastened her trousers. She said "COME ON THEN GET IT OVER
							WITH." I said "DON'T WORRY I WILL."
							I then hit her with the hammer on her head. I was stood up at
							that time behind her. I think I hit her on the top of the head

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							I hit her once or twice on the head. She fell down flat on her
							back and started making a horrible noise like a moaning gurgling
							I thought "God what have I done" I knew I had gone too far. I
							ran to the car intending to drive off. I sat in the car for a
							while I could see her arm moving. I was in a numb panic I still
							had the hammer in my hand. I put it back in my tool box. I
							half expected her to get up and realised I would be in serious
							trouble. I thought the best way out of the mess was to make sure
							she couldn't tell anybody. I took a knife out of the tool box
							it had a wood handle with one sharp side the blade was about
							7" long about 1/2 - 3/4" wide.
							I went to her. She was still lying on her back. I thought that
							to make certain she was dead I would stab her in places like the
							lungs and the throat. I stabbed her at least four times once in
							the throat. Before I stabbed her in the body I pulled her blouse
							or whatever it was and her bra so I could see where I was stabbing
							her. I was in a blind panic when I was stabbing her just to make
							sure she wouldnt tell anyone.
							What a damn stupid thing to do just to keep somebody quiet.
							If I was thinking logical at the time I would have stopped and
							told someone I'd hit her with the hammer. That was the turning
							point. I realise I over reacted at the time, nothing I have
							done since then affected me like this.
							After I'd stabbed her I went back to the car, I remember that
							I'd taken my coat off the ground after I'd hit her with the hammer
							and I'd taken my coat back to the car. I started the car and shot

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							off backwards along the narrow road leading to the road swung
							the car round and drove away towards Leeds. I drove home as
							soon as possible. I was then living at my Mother-in-Laws house
							at 44 Tanton Crescent, Clayton, Bradford. I was very frightened
							and don't even remember driving there. I thought I was bound to
							get caught. I parked my car outside the house. I'm trying to
							remember if it was my Mother-in-Law's house I was living at then
							I've thought it out now it must have been her house. I looked
							over my clothing before I went in the house. I went straight to
							the bathroom and washed my hands and went to bed. I don't have
							any of the cloths I was wearing that night they are worn out.
							I cannot honestly remember what I did with the hammer and the
							knife I don't remember chucking them away that night. I haven't
							got the knife now I may have kept the hammer in the tool box but
							I'm not sure of that even. The next day I saw it on the TV news
							about the murder and I felt sick and I still half expected a knock
							on the door by the Police.
							I carried on trying to act as normal living with my wife and
							in-laws. At that time I worked at Common Road Tyre Services at
							After that first time I developed and built up a hatred for
							prostitutes in order to justify within myself the reason why
							I had attacked and killed WILMA McCANN.
							The next one I did was in Leeds not long after McCANN. This time
							I drove to Leeds looking for a prostitute because I felt I could
							not justify what I had done previously and I felt an inner
							compulsion to kill a prostitute. This was about a month

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							after Christmas. I drove to Leeds in my Capri about 8.0pm - 9.0pm
							I saw a woman dressed in an overcoat trying to stop drivers from
							the pavement on the road that leads to Wetherby Road it was near
							some phone boxes. I stopped and wound the window down. I said
							"HOW MUCH?" She said "FIVE POUNDS." She got in the car I remember
							when she got in there was an overpowering smell of cheap perfume
							and sweat this served all the more for me to hate this woman even
							though I didnt even know her, looking back I can see how the
							first murder had unhinged me completely. She had an overcoat on
							and she was heavily built and had brown hair. She said she knew
							where we could go. I knew from the outset I didn't want intercourse
							with her. I just wanted to get rid of her. At that time I think
							I was dressed in my working cloths at that time I used to wear
							wellington boots at work. At her direction I turned the car
							round and drove back the way I'd come, we had just gone
							about 400 yards and she told me to turn left. I turned in and
							then turned left again and drove behind some old buildings it
							was a cul-de-sac I couldn't bear even to go through the motions
							of having sex with this woman. On the journey she told me that
							she could drive.
							I wanted to do what I'd got in mind as soon as possible. I
							remember turning on the ignition again so that the red warning
							light came on and pretended that the car would not start I said
							I would have to lift up the bonnet to sort it out. I asked her
							if she would give me a hand. We both got out of the car I lifted
							up the bonnet of the car. I had picked up a hammer which I had
							put near my seat for that purpose. I told her I could not see

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							properly without a torch. She offered to use her cigarette
							lighter to shine under the bonnet.
							She was holding her lighter like this I took a couple of steps
							back and I hit her over the head with the hammer I think I hit
							her twice she fell down onto the road.
							I took hold of her hands or wrists and pulled her into a yard
							which had rubbish in I then made sure she was dead by taking
							a screwdriver and stabbing her repeatedly. I pulled her dress
							up and her bra before I stabbed her to make it easier. To
							be truthfull I pulled her cloths up in order to satisfy some
							sort of sexual revenge on her as on reflection I had done on
							I stabbed her frenziedly without thought with a Phillips
							screwdriver all over her body. I had taken the screwdriver with
							the hammer in the well of the driving seat. I was seething with
							hate for her. I remember picking up a piece of wood from the
							yard about 2-3ft long and 3" x 1" and pushing up against her
							vagina with it as she lay on her back. I cannot recall taking
							her knickers down. I through the wood away in the yard.
							I left her lying on her back I never took anything from her.
							Just as I was about to get into my car a car came round with its
							lights on and stopped a few yards from where my car was. I don't
							know what make of car it was but it scared me. I put the hammer
							and screwdriver on the car floor and drove away. I went straight
							home to my Mother-in-Laws house. At that time I had a feeling
							of satisfaction and justification for what I'd done. I found
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							I had no need to dispose of them. I am still unable to recall
							if it was the same hammer I used on JACKSON as I did on McCANN,
							but I do recall buying a new hammer from a hardware shop near the
							roundabout in Clayton, it had a flat head on one side and a
							nail extracter on the other which I later used on women. The
							hammer I used on the first two had a flat head on one end and a
							ball on the other. The next one I did was IRENE RICHARDSON.
							I then owned a Red Corsair and also a White Corsair KWT 721D
							the reg No of the Red one was PHE 355G. I had both of these
							at the same time and I honestly cannot remember which one I was
							using that night.
							I drove to Leeds after the pubs shut. It was my intention to
							find a prostitute to make it one more less.
							I saw this girl walking in some cross streets in the middle
							of the vice estate near a big club. I stopped my car and she
							got in without me saying a word. I told her I might not have
							wanted her, she said "I'LL SHOW YOU A GOOD TIME. YOU ARE NOT
							GOING TO SEND ME AWAY ARE YOU." She told me to drive to the
							park. At this time you knew where I was picking them up. She
							told me where to drive and we came to this big field which was on
							my left. I drove off the road onto the field and stopped near
							some toilets. She wanted to use the toilets so she got out and
							went over to them. She came back and said they were locked.
							Before she went to the toilet she took of her coat and placed
							it on the ground. When she came back she said she would have
							a wee on the ground. She took her boots off and placed them on
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							I was out of the car and I had my hammer in my hand. As she
							was crouching down I hit her on the head from behind at least
							twice maybe three times she fell down. I then lifted up her
							cloths and slashed her in the lower abdomen and also slashed
							her throat. I left her lying face down and I covered her up
							with her coat I put her knee boots on top of her before I
							covered her up. I then got into my car and drove off the
							field. I cannot remember whether I drove off or backed off.
							When I got to the road I saw a couple sitting on a bench
							near the toilets. I did not see a car.
							I was living with my wife at 6 Garden Lane, Heaton I drove
							straight home. I looked at my cloths before I went in I did not
							see any blood stains I was wearing jeans and I believe I had
							some boots on. I don't remember throwing any of my cloths away.
							I kept the Stanley knife but I haven't seen it for a long time
							I think I may have lent it to someone. I'm still not sure
							which car I was in the Red or White Corsair. I sold the white
							Corsair first to a lad called RONALD BARKER who lives at 46
							Tanton Crescent, Clayton. He only had it about a week
							and he seized it up. I kept the Red one for several months.
							I bought the White Corsair back off RONALD after about two weeks
							and sold it at Canal Road Scrap Yard at Bradford. By this time
							after RICHARDSON killing prostitutes became an obsession with me
							and I couldn't stop myself, it was like some sort of a drug.
							The next one was a couple of months later in Bradford, this was
							PATRICIA ATKINSON. It was a Saturday night late on. I drove
							off Lumb Lane into Church Street I knew this was a prostitute

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							area. I was in my Corsair (either the White one or the Red one).
							I saw this woman in St Pauls Road at a junction with another road
							she appeared drunk and was banging on the roof of a White mini and
							was shouting and bawling "FUCK OFF" and such things to the
							driver who then drove off at speed. I pulled up to her and
							stopped and without me asking she jumped in the car. She said
							FLAT WE CAN GO THERE." She told me where to go. We turned
							right at the junction with Manningham Lane, Turned left down
							Queens Road. Left into Oak Avenue and turned 2nd left and
							stopped at her flat.
							She told me she lived alone. I parked up outside her flat and she
							got out and went in. I picked up a hammer as I got out of the
							car. I remember this was a claw hammer that I had bought at
							the Clayton hardware shop.
							I followed her into the flat, she closed the curtains and I
							hung my coat on the hook on the back of the door.
							She took her coat off and sat on the bed her back was slightly
							towards me I went up to her and hit her on the back of the head
							with the hammer she fell off the bed onto the floor. I picked
							her up and put her back on the bed. That was the first time
							I had noticed the red blood, before it had always been dark
							but this time in the light I saw lots of blood on the bed and
							on the floor. When she was on the floor I hit her another
							twice or three times before I put her on the bed I pulled the
							bedcloths back before I put her on the bed.
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							her cloths up and I hit her severall times on her stomach and
							back with the claw part of the hammer and I saw that I was making
							marks on her body doing this. I then covered her up the
							bedcloths. I think she was lying face down or on her side when
							I left her.
							When I first hit her she was making a horrible gurgling sound
							and she carried on making this noise even though I'd hit her
							a few times. She was still making a gurgling noise when I left,
							but I knew she would not be in a state to tell anybody. I drove
							home and put my car in the garage. I looked at my cloths in the
							garage I saw that I had some blood on the bottom of my jeans I
							went in the house my wife was in bed. I took my jeans off and
							rinsed them under the Cold tap and hung them up. I also saw some
							blood on one of my shoes or they may have been boots I rinsed this
							under the tap and wiped it with a sponge. I believe I
							was wearing a pair of brown Doc Martins boots at that time. I'm
							trying to think what I did with the claw hammer I think I used
							it again on a woman. I have thrown it away over a wall near
							Sharps Printers at Cottingley I can't remember when it was
							exactly. At that time I carried on as though nothing had
							happened. I was then working at Clarks in Bradford.
							The next one I did I still feel terrible about, it was the young
							girl JAYNE McDONALD. I read recently about her father dying
							of a broken heart and it brought it all back to me. I realised
							what sort of a monster I had become.
							I believed at the time I did it that she was a prostitute. This
							was on a Saturday night. I drove to Leeds in my Corsair I think

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							it was the red one but I'm not 100% sure. At this time the
							urge to kill prostitutes was very strong and I had gone out of
							my mind.
							I saw this lass walking along quite slowly towards the crossing
							near the Hayfield pub in Chapeltown Road. She stopped on the
							corner before crossing over Chapeltown Road. I anticipated
							that she was going to walk up one of the streets up past the
							Hayfield. I drove my car into the Hayfield pub car park and
							got out.
							I took my hammer out of the car. I think it was the claw hammer
							I also had a knife with me that time it was a kitchen type
							knife with a black ebonite handle and a thin blade. I
							walked towards the narrow street behind the Hayfield to see
							where she was and just as I got there she was walking up.
							I walked behind her I was very near to her, I followed her for
							short distance she never looked round. I took the hammer and
							I hit her on the back of the head and she fell down. I then
							pulled her by the arms face down into a yard behind a fence I
							recall that her shoes were making a horrible scraping sound on
							the ground. I pulled her into the corner of this yard I hit
							her another once at least maybe twice on the head. I pulled
							her cloths up exposing her breasts and I stabbed
							her several times with the knife in the chest before this I
							stabbed her in the back.
							I left her lying in the corner. I cannot remember whether she
							was lying face up or face down she was wearing a jacket and a
							skirt. I walked back down the same street to where I had parked
							my car. As I got to the car park I saw a group of people walking

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							up the Narrow street (Reginald Street), from Chapeltown Road.
							I got into my car and drove away into Reginald Terrace into
							Chapeltown Road and drove straight home. I think my wife may
							have been working that night. I have remembered that my wife
							started working some Friday and Saturday nights at Sherrington
							Private Nursing home in Bradford. That is why I have done a lot
							of my attacks on a Saturday night.
							I don't think I had any blood on me following this one. I
							cannot recall what I was wearing then I cannot remember what I
							did with the knife I must have taken it home with me and washed
							it I feel I may have left it in the Corsair when I scrapped it.
							The hammer may have been the one I threw over the wall at Sharps
							Printers. When I saw in the papers that McDONALD was so young
							and not a prostitute I felt like someone inhuman and I realised
							that it was a devil driving me against my will and that I was
							a beast. When the Ripper came up in conversation at work or
							in a pub I was able to detach my mind from the fact that it was
							me they were talking about and I was able to discuss it normally.
							This amazed me at times that I was able to do this.
							The next one was MAUREEN LONG. I saw MAUREEN just a couple of
							weeks ago I was in the Arndale Shopping Centre with my wife when
							I came face to face with her. I recognised her immediately she
							seemed to look at me but she obviously didn't recognise me.
							I was driving along Manningham Lane towards the City Centre one
							Saturday night in July 1977. It was late at night I saw her
							walking on the same side as the Mecca towards Bradford Centre.
							She was wearing a maxi length dress and a jacket sort of coat.

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							She was just past the hamburger stand when I saw her.
							I stopped my car and said, "ARE YOU GOING FAR?" She said, "ARE
							YOU GIVING ME A LIFT." I said, if you want one. She got in
							she told me she had been to the Mecca. She told me where she
							lived and that she lived with a man who was an ex-boxer and that
							he was a spoil sport and would not take her to the Mecca. She
							directed me where to drive to her house which was somewhere off
							Leeds Road to the left. She pointed out a house in a row of
							terraced houses where she said she was going. She told me not
							to stop outside but to drive past. I drove about 20 yards
							past and stopped. She got out of the car. She had told me that
							if there was no one in the house we could go in. She had asked
							me if I fancied her and I told her that I did just to please her.
							She went and knocked at the door of the house and she was banging
							away for a minute or two. Then she came back and got into the
							car and told me she knew a place where we could go. She told me
							where to drive and I drove eventually into Bowling Back Lane and
							turned right down a cobbled street. I stopped the car some way
							down the street. There was some spare unlevelled land on the
							left and a big high wall on the right. She got out of the car
							and said she was going for a piss first and she went to the spare
							land and crouched down and had a piss. I had my hammer ready
							as she got out of the car and I also had a knife I think it
							was the same knife I had at McDONALD.
							I got out of the car whilst she was having a piss and as she
							was crouching down I hit her on the head with the hammer. She
							slumped down I pulled her by the hands further onto the spare

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							ground. She was not making any sound. I pulled up her cloths
							and I stabbed her three or four times with the knife in her chest
							and back. I did see a caravan with a light on over the spare land
							but it didn't put me off what I was doing I thought that I had
							stabbed her enough when I left her. I went back to the car got in
							and drove off. I was under the impression that the street I was in
							may be a cul-de-sac so I reversed my car by turning it round in
							the street I was in, no I didn't, I remember that I backed out
							of the street into Bowling Back Lane facing towards the
							City. I drove along Bowling Back Lane towards the general
							direction of the City centre and drove home to Garden Lane.
							I believe my wife may have been working that night or else she
							was in bed. I don't think I found any blood on myself on that
							The next day or the day after I heard in the news or read in the
							paper that the woman was still alive. I got a nasty shock and
							thought it was the end of the line there and then. I thought she
							would be able to identify me I think it was about that time that
							I threw the hammer over Sharps wall.
							A few days after I read that LONG was suffering from loss of
							memory and this made me less worried about being caught.
							My desire to kill prostitutes was getting stronger than ever and
							it took me over completely. I was in a dilema I wanted to tell
							someone what I was doing but I thought about how it would affect
							my wife and family. I wasn't too much bothered for myself.
							I realised things were hotting up a bit in Leeds and Bradford.
							People had dubbed me the Ripper. I decided to go to Manchester

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							to kill a prostitute. I had read in a paper somewhere or a
							magazine of a priest chastising what went on in his parish at
							Manchester where there obviously was prostitutes.
							One Saturday night in October 1977 I drove over to Manchester
							I believe it was in my Red Corsair. I had a look at my map in
							Road Atlas to see where Moss Side was and I drove there.
							I went through Manchester town centre Princess Street I think
							it was, followed it all the way down past the University which
							eventually came out near the Moss Side area. It was a run down
							area and almost immediately on arriving there I saw several girls
							plying for trade. I pulled up at the kerbside and asked a girl
							if she wanted business. She was very slim with light coloured
							hair not bad looking. She told me if I waited further along
							the road she would meet me there. I drove on two hundred
							yards and made a right turn then a 3 point turn to face the main
							road once again.
							After a couple of minutes the girl drew level she saw my car just
							as she was going to get into another car which had stopped for
							her. I think this was an 1100 a light coloured one either
							grey or fawn. She didn't get in but came over to me, which I
							suppose was the biggest mistake she ever made. She came up
							and got into my car. She told me she was going to go with the
							man in the other car until she saw me. She told me she wanted
							a fiver for business and she told me she knew a place. I drove
							at her direction untill we came to an allotment. She told me
							to drive in the entrance to the allotment which I did. I said

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							a greenhouse that was about 30 yards away "THAT BELONGS TO MY
							UNCLE." I said this to her thinking she would get out the car
							to use the greenhouse for business. I told her there was plenty
							of room and some heating in there.
							I was wanting to see her off. She then asked for the money
							OF COURSE NOT." and I promptly gave her a five pound note. She
							got out of the car and headed for the greenhouse I followed her
							and seeing there was no entrance into the greenhouse from where
							we were I told her we would have to climb over a low fence.
							While she was starting to climb over the fence I hit her over the
							head with the hammer. She fell down and was moaning quite
							loudly. I hit her again and again on the head until the moaning
							stopped. At this time I saw some car headlights suddenly come
							on. These were from a car parked further into the allotments
							than I was. I had turned sharp right when I drove in and I was
							parked up close to the Hedge. This car was parked about 60 yards
							further into the allotment. The car started up and I knew it
							would be moving within seconds so I pulled the girl under the
							bushes, the perimeter bushes and threw her belongings handbag
							etc out of the way. On reflection I think there was just her
							handbag I stood with my back to the hedge and threw the bag
							diagonally to my right. I stayed where I was, I saw the car
							out into the road. No sooner had the car gone when another car
							driving along the road which was a dual carriageway slowed right
							down I saw threw the bushes it was indicating left to come into
							the allotments. Thinking this was a very dangerous position to

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							be in I hid behind my car. I saw this car drive into the
							allotments, the car drove up the road turned round and stopped
							in the same place the other car had just left from.
							I didn't wait around any longer I jumped into my car and drove
							off towards the centre of Manchester and drove home.
							The hammer I used that night was the one I had found lying in
							my garage after I had taken over my house. I took the hammer
							back with me. Having driven half way back I realised suddenly
							that this didn't put me in the clear because I had given her
							from my wage packet a brand new five pound note. I was working
							at Clarks then. I was in a dilema once again. I kept on
							driving towards home I didn't realise wether she would
							be found or not. I decided I could not risk going back to
							retrieve my 5 note and I carried on home. My wife was either
							working or in bed when I got home.
							I was puzzled when no mention of this was made in the Newspapers
							or TV over the next few days. I decided before a week was out
							that she was lying there undiscovered and that I would go back
							to retrieve the 5 note.
							One night about a week later the opportunity arose for me to go
							back as we were having a house warming party with family and
							gathering the coming weekend. My mother and father brothers and
							sisters came from Bingley to my house and at the end of
							the party I ran them home then I made my return trip to Manchester
							This was about 11pm on either the Saturday or Sunday. I drove
							to the allotments in my red Corsair and arrived there within 45
							minutes. I turned left off the dual carriageway into the allotments.
							To get to there I had to drive to a roundabout and double back to that

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							I turned right when I got into the allotments as I had done before
							and parked up about the same place. I found the body still hidden
							in the place I left it. I pulled it out from the bushes and pulled
							off her clothes and boots. I went through them desperately
							trying to find the 5 note. I just threw the cloths about as
							I took them off. I realised that she hadn't got the 5 note in
							her cloths, and that it must have been in her handbag. I roamed
							about all over the allotments frantically searching for the bag,
							but I couldn't find it I was cursing the girl and my luck all the
							time. Having not found the 5 note I gave vent to my frustrations
							by picking up a piece of broken pane of glass and slashing it
							across her stomach, when I did this there was a nausiating smell
							which made me reel back and immediately vomit, it was horrendous.
							I forgot to say that before I did this it was my intention to
							me anyway. I had taken a hacksaw out of my car intending to
							remove her head. I started sawing through her neck the blade
							might have been blunt because I was getting nowhere at all so
							I gave it up. If I had cut the head off I was going to leave it
							somewhere else to make a big mystery out of it. The glass I used
							was about 3/4 of a pane with the corner missing. I was very
							frustrated not having found the 5 note and thinking that my time
							was up. I remember I kicked her a few times and I rolled her over
							before I left her. I then drove away realizing I should stay
							looking for the fiver but I thought I had been there long enough.
							I got home and went to bed when I got home I was very surprised to

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							see I had not got much blood on me just a bit on my shoe and at
							the bottom of my trousers on one leg and some on the back of my
							hand. I washed my hands. I was wearing a pair of casual grey
							trousers one of my old pair the blood wouldnt come off these
							I put them in the garage in a cupboard to dispose of later. I
							was wearing my soft slip on shoes dark brown. I wiped these
							clean. I dont think I have got them now. I later burned my
							trousers with some garden rubbish at the other side of our garden
							wall on the field.
							I read about the body of JEAN ROYLE being found and sat back
							waiting for the inevitable as I had assumed that the line of
							enquiry about the 5 note would follow. I read about the note
							being traced to a Shipley bank I knew Clarks got the wage money
							from a Shipley bank and that a local enquiry would be made and
							by some miracle I escaped the dragnet. I've had at least 3
							hacksaws I dont know which one it was I took to Manchester. I
							threw the blade away in the dustbin. One of my hacksaws broke
							after this and I threw it in the bin.
							I had been taken over completely by this urge to kill and I couldn't
							fight it. I went to Leeds one evening in December 1977 to try
							again. I was in my Red Corsair PHE 355G. This is where I found
							I drove into the Red light district at Chapeltown. I was driving
							along a street I now know a Leopold Street where I saw her
							walking along along Spencer Place, from the phone boxes at the
							end. I saw her reject a man in a car who had stopped and she
							carried on. I turned left into Spencer Place turned 1st left

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							and left again into a narrow street and stopped near the corner
							of the road I had just been on.
							It was my intention to get her into my car with the minimum of
							fuss. I knew she had refused to get in one car so I got out of
							my car and walked to the corner. She was only a few yards away
							walking towards where I was stood. I walked back to my car and
							as she came into view I shouted "BYE NOW SEE YOU LATER" and "TAKE
							CARE" and I waived towards the houses on my left. I did this to
							give her reassurance that I was alright. I got in and started
							the engine and opened the passenger window. I asked her if she was
							doing business. She glanced at the house said "YES" and got in.
							She told me where to drive. She asked my name I told her it was
							DAVE. We had some conversation in the car but I cannot remember
							what I might have said. She directed me to this place which
							was up a narrow lane and I can only describe it as an oasis of
							mud it was an open area with a building to one side. I parked up.
							I suggested she got into the back of the car. She aggreed and she
							got out and she went to the rear passenger door nearside. When she
							got out I got out with my hammer which I had on the floor at my
							side. I went round the front of my car and up behind her. I took
							a swing at her with the hammer but I slipped on the mud and lost my
							balance. I only caught her a glancing blow on the head.
							She cried out and I hit her again on the head. She was still scream-
							ing. After the second blow she fell down. I saw some people walking
							along about 40 yards away on the narrow Road at the top.
							I jumped in my car and started it up. I put my foot down but the
							back wheels started spinning and I couldn't drive off at first.

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							When the car got a grip I slewed round to the right and I drove
							away with a lot of wheel spin. I drove straight home.
							That night I was wearing the old brown car coat which you've
							got and a pair of blue jeans and a pair of brown Doc Martins

							I have read the above statement and I have been told that I can
							correct alter or add anything I wish. This statement is true,
							I have made it of my own free will.
							SGD: P W Sutcliffe  WTD: J Boyle DI  P Smith DS 368
							                         D A F O'Boyle DS 4169

							I, PETER WILLIAM SUTCLIFFE wish to make a statement and I want
							someone to write down what I say, I have been told that I need
							not say anything unless I wish to do so and that whatever I say
							may be given in Evidence.
							SGD: P W Sutcliffe  WTD: J Boyle DI  P Smith DS 368
							                         D A P O'Boyle DS 4169

							(DATE TAKEN: 5.1.81 Time: From 9.50am to 3:15pm)

							The one I did after MOORE was YVONNE PEARSON at Bradford. I was
							driving along Lumb Lane in my Red Corsair from the City Centre.
							A light grey or fawn Mark II Cortina started backing out of
							Southfield Square on my left as I approached so I slowed down to
							let it out. That's when I saw YVONNE PEARSON she was blond and
							was wearing dark trousers. On reflection it was a very fatefull
							moment for her me just slowing down as she came along.
							She stepped straight up to the car as I stopped and tapped on the
							window. She asked me if I wanted business. This was one time when

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							I was genuinely going home as it happened but I still had a hammer in
							the car on the floor, under my seat. I told her to get in. She
							suggested that I turn the car round and she told me where to drive.
							I drove back along Lumb Lane past Drummond Mill turned right
							down a road onto White Abbey Road and I was directed to turn by
							YVONNE left into a street behind Silvios Bakery. I drove to
							the very end of this street where there was a large open space
							like a parking space and parked the car. I asked her how much
							she wanted. She said "IT DEPENDS HOW MUCH YOU CAN AFFORD." "A
							GOOD TIME 5, MORE THAN A GOOD TIME 10." She had very few
							words to say after that, the last words she said was "SHALL WE GET
							INTO THE BACK." We both got out and she went round to the back
							door of the car on the nearside she tried to open it but it was
							locked. I opened the front passenger door reached in and opened
							the rear door catch. As she opened the door I hit her from behind
							twice on the head with the hammer. She fell down and started to
							moan loudly. I dragged her by the feet on her back about 20 yards
							or so to where there was an old settee lying on its back on some
							spare land. When I got her to the settee she was still moaning
							loudly. At that moment a car drove up and parked next to my car.
							I saw there was blond woman in the car and a man driving. To
							stop her moaning I took some filling from the settee. I held her
							nose and shoved the straw into her mouth then I shoved it down her
							throat. I was kneeling behind the settee hiding from the motor
							car keeping hold of her nose.
							I let go after a while to see if she was still making a nose through
							her nose but when I did she started again so I took hold of her

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							nose again. The car seemed to be there for ages before it drove
							away. I stayed still petrified with fear while the car was there.
							When the car had gone I was seething with rage. Her jeans were
							nearly off because she had undone them at the car and when I was
							pulling her by the feet I nearly pulled them off. I pulled her
							jeans right off. I think I kicked her hard to the head and body
							I was senceless with rage and I was kicking away furiously at her.
							After this I remember acting very strangely, I talked to her and
							apologised for what I had done but she was dead. I put the settee
							on top of her. I was very distraught and I was in tears when I
							left her. This was the first time I had apologised to someone
							I had killed. I drove home I cannott recall the time but it was
							after 9.0pm. I cant remember if Sonja was in the house or not.
							I remember stopping on the way home and I just sat in the car
							trying to work out why I had done this killing my mind was in a
							turmoil. Oh I've just remembered it might have been a walling
							hammer that I used on YVONNE, there was two walling hammers in the
							garage of the house when I moved in I remember I put one in the
							car when I threw the other one away at Sharps. It might still
							be in the garage somewhere.
							I kept reading the papers and I found it incredible to believe
							that she hadn't been found. I read a story that she had gone to
							Wolverhampton. I didnt dare go back to where she lay there was no
							reason to go back. Before YVONNE was found I had committed
							another murder in Huddersfield HELEN RYTKA. I did not know the
							Huddersfield Red light area but one day I had to make a delivery
							in Huddersfield in the afternoon, I noticed a few girls plying

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							for trade near the Market Area. Two or three nights later I
							decided to pay them a visit. The urge inside me to kill girls
							was now practicly uncontrollable I drove to Huddersfield in my
							Red Corsair one Evening. When I got to the Red light area I came
							accross one or two girls walking round the street. I stopped and
							asked one girl if she was doing business. She said Yes but I'd
							have to wait as her regular client was picking her up at any minute.
							She was a half cast girl. I drove off and after going about
							50 yards round the corner I saw another half cast girl. I stopped
							and asked her and she got in.
							She told me she shared a flat with her sister but she was quite
							willing to have sex in the car. She said it would cost 5. She
							told me where to drive which was only about 80 - 90 yards away
							in a timber yard. I drove straight into this yard and parked in
							an area at the end of the lane that ran between the stack of wood.
							On the way to the Yard we passed the half cast girl I had tried to
							pick up. She told me that it was her sister. Afterwards when I
							had read about it in the papers I realised that I had seen these
							two RYTKA sisters in Clayton where they used to live. I must have
							given her some money but I cant recall handing it over to her,
							because she started to undo her jeans and started to pull them down.
							Then she hesitated and she said it would be better in the back of
							the car. I aggreed thinking that it was what I wanted her to do
							We both got out she went to the rear nearside door. I picked up
							a hammer from under my seat and walked round the front. By the
							time I got to her she had opened the rear door and was getting in.

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							I hit her on the head with the hammer as she was practically into
							the car. The hammer struck the edge of the top door sill and
							diminished the impact with her skull to a mere tap. She jumped
							back in alarm out of the car at the same time letting go of her
							jeans which fell down around her knees and she exclaimed "WHAT
							WAS THAT." To which I replied, "JUST A SMALL SAMPLE OF ONE OF
							THESE." and I hit a furious blow to her head which knocked her
							down she just crumpled like a sack. She was making a loud moaning
							sound so I hit her a few more times on the head. On looking up
							I realised that I had done this in full view of two taxi drivers
							who were no more that 35 yards away up the right hand side of
							the woodyard. Their cars were parked one behind the other facing
							me. The drivers were stood talking to each other. I dragged
							HELEN by the hands to the end of the woodyard. I then pulled off
							her jeans and her knickers and her shoes or boots. She had stopped
							moaning but she wasn't dead. I could see her eyes moving. She
							held up her hand as though to ward off any further attack from
							I told her not to make any more noise and she would be alright.
							By this time I was aroused sexually so I had intercourse with her.
							I just undid my fly I spread her legs out and did it. It only
							took a few minutes before I ejaculated inside her.
							Her eyes appeared to be focusing on me when I was doing it but she
							just layed there limp she didn't put anything in to it. When I'd
							finished I got up and she began moaning once again and started to
							move as well. We were out of sight of the taxi drivers but I knew
							they could quite possibly have heard the sounds. I couldn't drive

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							away for obvious reasons one being that she was still showing
							signs of life. I was worried sick that I was about to be
							discovered and was furious that she could not keep quiet. I
							took my knife from my pocket, I think it was the one with the rosewood
							handle which is probable still at home in my knifedrawer. I
							plunged the knife into her ribs and again into her heart I did this
							five or six times. Before I did this I had taken all her cloths
							off apart her jumper. I threw these over the wall.
							I dragged her by the arms to where I thought she would not be
							discovered which was behind some bushes in a gap between a
							woodpile and a wall. There wasnt much room I had to part lift
							part pull her in. Then I covered her up with a piece of asbestos
							sheet. I stayed in the woodyard for some minutes and when I
							looked the taxi drivers had gone. I reversed out of the yard
							and drove off. The operation had taken about half an hour. I
							drove straight home. I found that I had some blood on one of my
							fawn court shoes I rinsed it off.
							I had my Levi jeans and I think I had a dark blue pullover on but
							I couldnt see any blood on these.
							I kept the hammer I'm not sure which one it was but I dont think
							it was the walling hammer.
							The urge inside me still diminished my actions when it came to
							the fore. The next time I felt this way I payed another visit
							to Manchester one evening a few months after RYTKA. I went there
							in my Red Corsair to the Red light Area. When I got there there
							was no sign of any girls so after reaching a night Club on a
							corner in a small labyrinth of terraced houses about 3/4 mile square

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							I took the 3rd left after the night club which was a long street
							running from one end to the other of this area. I drove down to
							the bottom end and there I saw a woman obviously waiting to be
							picked up. It was VERA MILLWARD. I stopped and asked her if she
							was doing business. She said "YES" but it would have to be in
							the car. The price was 5 she got in and I drove off.
							She told me where to drive and I followed her directions which led
							us into a hospital grounds. I stopped the car in an area near a
							narrow road from where I could see an Archway obviously used by
							pedestrians. I parked up the car and suggested to her that it
							would be better in the back. I dont think I'd payed her. She got
							out of my car and went to the back door. I picked my hammer up
							from under the seat and walked round the back of the car. As she
							was opening the rear door I hit her on the head with the hammer
							and she dived backwards past where I was stood. She was on her
							hands and knees when I hit her again at least once. She fell flat
							on her face. I pulled her by her wrists over to the edge
							of the area where there was either a fence or bushes.
							I took out my knife I was carrying I think it may have been the
							same one I used on RYTKA but I'm not sure. I pulled her cloths up
							and slashed her stomach either vertical or diagonal. It opened
							up her stomach. Then I rolled her over onto her stomach and left
							her lying there. I drove away. I think I had to reverse out to
							get back again. I didnt get any blood on me on that occasion. I
							think I was wearing my brown car coat which you've got.
							Following MILLWARD the compulsion inside me seemed to lay
							dormant but eventually the feeling came welling up and each time

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							they were more random and indiscriminate. I now realized I had
							the urge to kill any woman and I thought that this would eventually
							get me caught but I think that in my sub-concious this was what I
							really wanted.
							The next one was JOSEPHINE WHITTAKER at Halifax. By this time I had
							a black fast back Sunbeam Rapier NKU 888H. I had sold my red
							Corsair to a Chap who lived in Eccleshill because it had a raggy
							gear box. I drove to Halifax I'd been driving round aimlessly
							the mood was in me and no woman was safe while I was in this
							state of mind. Without realizing or without having a particular
							destination I arrived in Halifax late at night.
							I drove along through the centre passed the Bulls Head Round the
							Roundabout past the Halifax Building Society. I came to a wide
							road with a sweeping curve to it I took a right turn and eventually
							came to a big open grass area. I just kept driving round this grassy
							area untill I came to a row of Terrace Houses about 1/4 mile from
							the grass area. I saw JOSEPHINE WHITTAKER walking up this street.
							She was wearing a 3/4 length skirt and a jacket. I parked up in
							this street with Terrace houses and started to follow her on foot
							and I caught up with her after a couple of minutes. I realized
							she was not a prostitute but at that time I wasnt bothered I just
							wanted to kill a woman. When I caught up with her I started
							talking to her. I asked her if she had far to go. She said,
							"ITS QUITE A WALK" She didn't seem alarmed by my approach. I
							continued walking alongside her and she started speaking to me
							about having just left her Grandmothers and that she had considered
							staying there but had decided to walk home. I asked her if she

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							had considered learning to drive I think she said she rode a horse
							and that it was a satisfactory form of transport. We were
							approaching the open grassland area. She told me that she
							normally took a short cut accross the field.
							I said you don't know who you can trust these days. It sounds
							a bit evil now there was I walking along with my hammer and a
							big Phillips screwdriver in my pocket ready to do the
							We both started to walk diagonally across the grass field we were
							still talking when we were about 30 - 40 yards from the main road
							I asked her what time it was on the clock tower which was to our
							right. She looked at the clock and told me what time it was.
							I forget the time she said. I said to her she must have good
							eyesight and I lagged behind her pretending to look at the clock.
							I took my hammer out of my pocket and hit her on the back of the
							head twice she fell down and she made a loud groaning sound. To
							my horror I saw a figure walking along the main road from my
							I took hold of her by the ankles and dragged her face down away
							from the road further into the field. She was still moaning as I
							did this. When I thought I was a safe distance from the road I
							stopped. Then I heard voices from somewhere behind me to my
							left. I saw at least two figures walking along the path accross
							the field toward the Huddersfield Road. I forgot to mention that
							on the way up to the grass we passed a man walking a dog. We
							were within 5 feet of him. As these people were walking on the
							path she was still moaning loudly. I took my screwdriver I

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							remember I first pulled some of her clothing off. I was working
							like lightening and it all a blur. I turned her over and stabbed
							her numerous times in the chest and stomach with the screwdriver.
							I was in a frenzy. After I'd stabbed her she stopped moaning. I
							left her lying face down. I walked over to the main road but I
							thought I saw someone coming up from the bottom so I went back
							accross the field the way I had come and went to my car. I
							drove home I dont think I had any blood on me but my feet were
							covered in mud. I had my black boots on which had been worn
							out and thrown in the bin. I had my old brown coat on that
							My urge to kill remained strong and was totally out of my control.
							The next victim of mine was BARBARA LEACH at Bradford.
							At that time September 1979 I had my Rover 3.5 FHY 400K. I think
							I had been working on my car one Saturday night and I took it out
							for a run. I had the urge which was in me and I went to look
							for a victim. It was late so I drove straight into town and then
							found myself going up by the University. When I reached the
							Manville Arms I had just passed it when I saw a girl who I later
							found out was BARBARA LEACH. She was walking up the road on my
							I drove past her and turned left into a wide street. I just
							drove a few yards and stopped on the nearside. I was just going
							to get out of the car when Miss LEACH turned the corner and
							walked towards the car. She was walking at a very slow pace. She
							was wearing jeans. She carried on walking past the car. I left
							the car and followed her for several yards. I had my hammer out

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							and I think I had my big screwdriver with me. When she reached
							an entrance yard to a house I hit her on the head with the hammer
							she fell down. She was moaning. I took hold of her by the
							wrists or was it by the ankles and dragged her up this entrance to
							the back of the house. She kept making loud moaning noises.
							There was like a dustbin area at the rear of the house I
							remember that I stabbed BARBARA with the screwdriver the same
							one as WHITTAKER and I remember that I put her in the dustbin
							area and covered her up with something but I was acting like
							an Automition and I cant seem to remember the sequence of
							actions. I think I was wearing my brown coat that night. When
							I left her I went to my car and drove away and went straight home.
							I remember I later threw the big screwdriver away over the
							enbankment near the the lorry park on the westbound side of
							Hartshead Service Station.
							The last one I did was JACQUELINE HILL up at Headingly. This
							was on a Monday night. I drove to Leeds on Leeds Bradford Road
							straight through the traffic lights at Kirkstall up the hill to
							Headingley. I was in my Rover. I saw a Kentucky Fried Chicken
							Place. I parked up outside it and went in and bought some Fried
							Chicken. I took it back to the car and ate it in the car. I had
							parked in a car park at the back of the Kentucky Fried Chicken
							When I'd had this I drove out to the traffic lights intending to
							turn right at the main road but I found it was a no right turn
							so I carried straight on through the lights. I turned right into
							a road, Right again and came back to the main Road it was just

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							a junction with no traffic lights.
							I turned left on the main road (Otley Road). I was driving slowly
							when I saw Miss HILL walking on the pavement to my right towards
							the road I now know is Alma Road. I decided she was a likely victim.
							I drove just past her turned right into Alma Road and parked in the
							near side about 5 - six yards up and waited for her to pass. I saw
							her walk up the right hand side of the road (Alma Road).
							I got out of the car and followed about 3 yards behind her. As she
							drew level with an opening on the right hand side I took my hammer
							out of my pocket and struck her a blow on the head. She fell down
							she was making a noise. By this time I was again in a world of my
							own out of touch with reality. I dragged her I cannot remember
							whether by the feet or the hands into the entrance to the spare land.
							Just as I got there a car drove into Alma Road from Otley Road with
							its headlights on. I threw myself to the ground so I wouldn't be
							seen. The car passed. I can't imagine how I wasnt seen.
							By now Miss HILL was moving about and I think I hit her once again
							or maybe twice on the head. Then I dragged her further onto the
							spare lane out of sight of the road. As I was doing this a girl
							walked past the entrance I think she was walking up the road away
							from Otley Road. I just stopped dead and waited for her to pass.
							I pulled Miss HILL's cloths off most of them I had a screwdriver
							on me I think it had a yellow handle and a bent blade. I stabbed
							her in her lungs.
							Her eyes were wide open and she seemed to be looking at me with
							an accusing stare.
							This shook me up a bit I jabbed the screwdriver into her eye but

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							they stayed open and I felt worse than ever.
							I left her lying on her back with her feet towards the entrance.
							I think she was dead when I left. I went to my car and drove
							up Alma Road to the top and turned round and drove back down to
							Otley Road.
							I remember that when I reached about halfway down someone walking
							indicated to me that I was obviously going the wrong way down a
							one way street but I carried on into Otley Road and turned left
							I turned right at the lights and drove home.
							The hammer I used on HILL was the one I dumped at Sheffield with
							the knife I've told you about before.

							I have read the above statement and I have been told that I can
							correct alter or add anything I wish. This statement is true I
							have made it of my own free will.

							SGD: P W Sutcliffe           WTD: J Boyle DI
							     P Smith DS 368          D A F O'Boyle DS 4169

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