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Stephen Ward
is no ponce, sir.

There's no money involved
with these girls.

I find that hard to believe.

I presume Mandy will be
following Christine's lead?

Keeping quiet about our, err,
friendship.

I want you to get him this time.

Is there anyone else
there with you?

No, no, it is just
Paula and me here.

I sentence you to three years
at her Majesty's pleasure.

Christine!

You're the liar.
You're the liar.

Stephen Ward, I'm arresting you
for living wholly or in part

on the immoral earnings
of prostitution.

You do realise no one
will come forward to say it's true.

They say you should make
the punishment fit the crime.

That's not true, is it?

Not for Stephen, or for me.

Come on, give me your hand.

Slut!

First, they decided to punish us.

Life is good, little baby.

And then,
they decided on the crime.

I swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

So help me God.

Any comment on Mr. Profumo's
resignation, sir?

Mr. Profumo!

Ah.

Well, that's that then,
a civilian once more.

My resignation
is officially complete.

Val?

How could you?

How could you give that
common little tart the same scent?

I mean, the failure of imagination,
apart from anything else.

Was it a job lot?
I hope they gave you a discount!

I don't get it, though.

How can they let Lucky Gordon
out of jail after all he did to you?

It's not come to that yet.

Mr. Burrows says
he's being allowed to appeal

because there's things
that didn't come out in his trial.

What things?

Just Lucky saying I lied about him
hitting me the night I called the police.

I suppose you gave yourself
a black eye!

It says there keeping Stephen
in solitary.

He'll hate that.

Have you moved
the tape recorder, doll?

Paul took a load of his gear,
didn't he?

- Said since you've fired
him he was clearing
it all
out. - The tapes and all?

Oh, come on. There's all sorts
on them, Paula! Hours of it.

You know, about that night.

Oh, Christ,
can't we just have a day off?

Saying we're prostitutes,
it's disgusting.

"Call girl".
That's the other one.

Stephen and his ring
of "call girls".

I didn't say anything to the police
about Stephen that wasn't true,

did you?

No. Of course, not.

What else could we do?

The prosecution
barely has a case against you.

Oh, thank God.

It's frankly outrageous they're even
pressing for trial in the criminal court.

And to be refused bail,
let alone kept in solitary confinement...

I've lived a bohemian life,
Mr. Burge,

that must be clear to you,
but I have committed no crimes.

The Crown certainly
begs to differ.

Eight wafer thin charges
lumped together

to present as damaging
an impression as possible.

Ah!

May I take a look?

I'll argue strongly in favour
of bail, but on current form,

it's likely to be set high.

Let me take the weight.

Do you have money
in the bank, Doctor Ward?

I've never been a rich man,
Mr. Burge.

Apart from in my friendships.

Then let's hope it's possible
to cash a few of those in, eh?

Just... quite remarkable.

Bail aside,
if it comes to trial,

you'll need people
to speak up for you.

People
of the best possible character.

I have no worries
on that score.

Another one for you, thank you.

You've got the passports?

They're in my bag.
Just as they were the last time you asked.

This business over Ward.

places us all in the same quite
frankly revolting dilemma.

Id est: how to respond
to his solicitor's request

to appear
as character witnesses?

We've all been treated
by the good doctor.

Many of us
have been beneficiaries

of his... hospitality,

over the years...

Well, surely everyone should take
their cue from Viscount Astor?

He's one of Ward's
oldest friends.

If he steps forward,

it suggests those of us
less intimate are right to follow.

I believe Bill's
out of the country for a spell.

"I'm Spartacus."

What?

That film, Kirk Douglas,
was it? Awfully good.

"I'm Spartacus, I'm Spartacus."

You sure you're not thinking
of Exodus, old chap?

Ward! Get up.
You've been bailed.

They papers will write
any old rubbish, you know that.

All I know is that they're
offering me a thousand,

so that's what it's costing you
for me to stay out of it.

The coppers already know
that me and Pete Camacchio was there.

I was only trying to keep you and Pete
out of trouble, you know I was.

if Lucky can prove I've lied,
they'll let him out!

I can give you more
another time.

Please.

Please, Watt.

Thanks, Chris.
You're a good girl.

See you again soon!

Honestly, Chris, you and men.

Could have been worse,
he could have gone straight to the papers.

He's a prince.

- What?
- You did lie about Lucky.

Only about Pete and Watt
being there the night he came after me.

And the black eye...
that was Paula's brother.

Lucky's hit me enough for real!
You know he has.

Even managed to get
a kick in that night.

Only if I went on about the
black eye not being from him

he'd manage to get off, again.

The police backed me up, Mandy.

Course they did,

'cos they knew
they could hold it over you

to get what they wanted
on Stephen!

Little baby, we're not meant
to speak to one another,

you're a witness
for the prosecution.

Please, Stephen.

Please.

I can't do it. The police...

The reporters,
everyone twisting what you say.

All the rotten lies,
it's all wrong!

You hardly need to tell me that.

It's a show trial,
pure and simple.

They needed a scapegoat
and it seems I fit the bill.

Do you hate me?

I don't hate anyone.

It's not in my nature,
you know that.

They're broken.

It's not the end of the world.

They're letting Lucky appeal.

Don't know if you heard,

but if he can get off,
maybe you will too.

Doesn't work like that,
I'm afraid.

It's all too late, Chris.

I'll be in the dock tomorrow.

And you'll be giving
evidence against me.

- But if he can appeal, so could you-
- You don't understand, darling.

The damage
would have already been done.

"Use what you've got,"
that's what you've always said,

"sex makes the world go round."

Look where that's got me!

Both of us.

I was wrong.

- It turns out it isn't sex at all, it's-
- Money.

That's what Mandy always says.

Power.

Power.

And those who have it will fight
tooth and claw to hang on to it.

All I've ever wanted was fun.

For other people to have fun.

Where's the harm in that?

But you know,
there is always hope.

I don't blame you, little baby.

But, please, Chris,
do try and tell the truth.

Jane Robinson.

They'll calm you down.

I can't do it.

I can't!

"Yesterday, upon the stair,

I met a man who wasn't there.

He wasn't there again today.

How I wish he'd go away..."

Ah!

Will the defendant please stand?

Stephen Thomas Ward,

you are hereby charged
that you, being a man,

did on diverse dates

between 1 June, 1961
and 31 July, 1962,

live wholly or in part
on the earnings of prostitution.

How do you plead?

Not guilty.

On count two, you are charged
of a similar offence,

namely, living on the earnings
of prostitution...

On count three, you are charged
with procuring a girl

under the age of 21
for sexual intercourse...

How do you plead?

Not guilty.

Not guilty.
Absolutely not guilty.

Miss Keeler,

whilst you
and Marilyn Rice-Davies

were sharing a flat
early in 1960,

were you introduced to other people
by the defendant Stephen Ward?

Yes, a few of his friends.

Did you have sexual intercourse with any of
those persons whilst you were living there?

I can't really remember.

Well, think, Miss Keeler.

Maybe a couple.

Were you paid
for the intercourse?

No.

Were you receiving money
from any men, at that time?

Mr... Burge.

Your honour, this falls
completely outside

the time period covered
by the indictment.

I really can't see
how it's relevant.

Thank you, Mr. Burge.

The prosecution is seeking to get
a sense of all this girl's life,

since it's vital
to the immoral earnings charge

whether she should be regarded
as a prostitute.

I would like to say...

Well, I'd like to say,
I'm not a prostitute, and I never have been.

Thank you. That's enough, Miss
Keeler. We'll get to that.

So turning now,
to the period of the first count.

Whilst you were at Wimpole Mews
living with Doctor Ward, so-called,

how many men did you have
sexual intercourse with?

- I can't remember.
- Hmm.

Was it too many
to count, Miss Keeler?

No. I'd say a normal amount.

But you can't
remember their names?

Well,
some of them, obviously.

You seem to struggle
with your memory.

The Russian, Ivanov?

- He was one of them.
- Did he pay you money?

No!

- John Profumo?
- Everyone's read about that one.

Just answer the question please.

You had sexual intercourse
with Mr. Profumo at Wimpole Mews?

Yes.
Stephen wasn't there, though.

Did Mr. Profumo give you 20 pounds
as a present "for your mother"?

Yes.

And did you give
that 20 pounds to your mother?

Yes.

I might have given
Stephen five of it.

You gave the defendant
five pounds

of the money
Mr. Profumo gave you

following sexual intercourse?

I think so, yes.

But-but only because I owed
Stephen for the telephone,

it-it wasn't as if I was
giving him the money for-

Thank you, Miss Keeler.

Miss Keeler...

it is obvious
to anyone who has seen you,

if you wished to earn money
by selling your body,

you could have made
very large sums of money?

I suppose so, yes.

Yes.

And yet while living with the defendant,
Stephen Ward,

you were not earning
large sums of money.

Indeed, Doctor Ward
gave you spending money,

and you were reliant on him
for your lodgings,

use of telephone, lights,
hot water and so on.

Stephen was always very mean
about the hot water.

And the money you have said
you paid to Doctor Ward

for the phone bill and so on,
how much would that have been?

A couple of pounds,
if I had it.

And I bought food,
if we'd run out.

I always owed Stephen
more than what I was making.

And so, in respect of the defendant living
off your earnings, moral or immoral,

you owed him money?

Yes!

All you contribution amounts to
is the occasional "fiver"

and a packet of Frosties?

Yes!

Did you take the oath
on a previous occasion

when you attended the trial of a man
called Aloysius Gordon, Miss Keeler?

Known as Lucky Gordon?

Yes.

Did you tell the whole
truth about that?

Yes, I did.

Did you know that the man,
Gordon, alleged

all your injuries
were not caused by him?

The man's mad.
Of course, they were.

And that he wished to call
two witnesses,

one called Fenton
and a man called Camacchio,

who you said were not present
at the time of the incident?

I said they weren't present
because they weren't present.

Do you know the difference between telling
the truth and telling a lie, Miss Keeler?

Of course, I do.

Everyone does.

Even John Profumo.

Fuck!

Ah! You next.

You don't know what it's like.

I'd rather be shot.

Teeth and tits!

Miss Davies.

Now, you came to London
from Solihull two years ago?

That's right.

The day after
my sixteenth birthday.

And at that time, you met the defendant,
the so-called Doctor Ward?

I met him with Miss Keeler.

We were both working
as dancers at Murray's club.

Did you, a girl of 16,

have sexual intercourse
with Dr. Ward?

Just the once.

- Did he pay you?
- No.

Shortly after he had
intercourse with you,

did the defendant introduce you
to the late Peter Rachman?

No. That was Christine.
Miss Keeler.

She introduced me to Peter.

Be that as it may,

Mr. Rachman paid you
for intercourse?

Well, it depends
what you mean by "paid".

Miss Davies, you must answer
the questions put to you.

Were you paid?

Peter Rachman kept me,
your Honour.

We lived together,

I thought he wanted to marry me.

It's every woman's dream,
isn't it?

Being looked after
by your husband.

I don't know if that counts
as "paying for sex".

Well, despite
the quasi-marital relations

between you and Mr. Rachman,

at the time of his death,

you were once again living with
Stephen Ward at Wimpole Mews,

is that correct?

And during that time,

you were having sexual intercourse
with other men?

Yes. I slept with my boyfriend,

and Douglas Fairbanks Junior
and with Lord Astor.

You know that Lord Astor has denied
that intercourse took place?

Well, he would, wouldn't he?

That's enough,
thank you.

I will have order!

Mandy! Mandy!

Mandy!

Shall I make arrangements
for our trip to Scotland?

Or are you sure you won't be called
to appear at this ghastly trial?

I'm quite sure.

The relevant parties
have been made aware

it would serve no useful purpose
to have me called as a witness.

It wasn't lack of imagination,
was it?

Giving her the same scent.

It was so you wouldn't come home
smelling of another woman.

Good God,
you could write a book.

Now, you'll have all this time
on your hands, why not?

"The Adulterer's Handbook",
by John Profumo.

Everyone else seems
to be making money from it.

Perhaps Bill Astor
will collaborate with you.

Please, Val.
If we're to get beyond this-

If we're to get beyond it,
we need to get through it.

I know it's not your way
of doing things,

but your way of doing things
has got us to this point.

So I'm not terribly interested in taking
advice from you at the moment, Jack.

You know what the Party
calls you behind your back?

The Italian Waiter.

The prosecution calls
Miss Ronna Ricardo.

Miss Ricardo,
just after Christmas of last year,

you visited the accused
at his flat, did you not?

Yes.

Were you alone?

No.

It was me and my boyfriend,
and a girlfriend of mine.

Did you have intercourse
with anybody on that occasion?

Yes, with my boyfriend.

What did your girlfriend do?

She was with Stephen.

In the other bedroom?

No.

In the same room?

All four of you together?

Yes.

You were all taking part
in intercourse together?

Yes.

Upon how many occasions,

Miss Ricardo, did you go
to Stephen Ward's flat

for the purpose of having
sexual intercourse?

Once.

How many times?

Never more than once.

Miss Ricardo, I refer you to
your statement made to the police

signed as true.

In January,
did you go to Dr. Ward's flat,

where Dr. Ward introduced you
to a man?

No.

Did you have intercourse
with that man,

while Dr. Ward waited
in the other room?

No.

"I had sex with this man
in Stephen's flat.

He gave me a pony."

That's the sum of 25 pounds,
not the, ah, diminutive horse.

Did you say that to the police?

No, sir.

Then will you tell the jury

why on earth it's in your statement
to the police,

read and signed by you?

I think...

I was kept so long at the police station,
I was ready to sign anything.

Miss Ricardo,

you have convictions
for prostitution on your record,

is that correct?

Yes.

And you have a young sister
who lives with you,

as well as your own child?

That's right.

Was it put to you by Mr. Herbert
and Sergeant Burrows,

that if you didn't provide evidence
against the accused, Doctor Ward,

both your sister and your baby would be
taken away from you and placed in care?

They said
it would never come to court!

They reckon Stephen's
getting off at this rate!

Oh, and Len told me
the latest doing the rounds.

You go to the Doctor,
and he says,

"Don't worry, Miss Keeler, we'll have you
back in bed in a couple of days."

Pathetic!

Do you think he will get off?

Oh, I hope he does.

I've been in stir, Christine,
I wouldn't wish that on anybody.

- Do you want a drink?
- Thank you.

Mata bloody Hari's up next.

Never seen her at Stephen's,
have you?

Never.

And they call us prozzies!

Poor cow looks like a ten bob
knock on the Brompton Road.

Stephen Ward drove me
to his flat.

He said there was a man in the flat
who wanted to go with a girl,

and he said the man
would pay him the money.

Who was to be paid the money?

Stephen Ward.

He said if I visited him
two or three times a week,

and went with men,

he'd save the money for me,
so I could get a flat.

Then he said he would introduce me
to the best clients.

- No!
- Mr. Ward.

Now, on arrival at the flat,

what happened?

There was a man
waiting in the bedroom.

Stephen Ward gave me
a-a contraceptive

and told me to go
into the room and strip

and said he would make coffee
while we did business.

Did you have
sexual intercourse with the man?

Yes.

Did you see Stephen Ward
again after that evening?

Yes, the following week.

Stephen Ward picked me up
and took me to his flat,

and there was a man
waiting in the bedroom.

But a-a different man.

And this time,
there was a cane on the bed.

Did you use it on the man?

Yes.

How were you dressed,
Miss Barrett?

In underwear
and high-heeled shoes.

How much were you paid
for whipping the man?

Erm...

I don't know.
Stephen Ward took the money.

He told me
he was saving it for me.

- This is preposterous!
- That's enough, Mr. Ward!

I am sorry, sir, but this is
the absolute bottom of the bucket,

to hear lie after lie
being told in this way.

You will have
to control yourself

or I will have to have you
removed from the court!

Everything what that scrubber
said was a pack of lies.

Even if it was, the other things
Stephen's admitted to,

he's worse than an animal.

Four people at a time,
orgies, whips...

Man's a pervert.
Only word for it.

He's a monster.

Sitting in that chair,

"I want to take care of Christine,
Mrs. Huish, she's very young."

Makes me sick to think of it.

The perfect gentleman.
I thought you'd landed on your feet.

Aren't you gonna ask me
if I did any of it?

Threesomes, foursomes...

sado-masochism,
they call it S&M,

but you probably know
all about that-

I don't want to hear it,
Christine!

Some men need the vibro
to get it up.

Shut it, you!
You're upsetting your mother!

- Like being weed on, or shat on-
- You're disgusting!

You was happy enough
to take my money!

Sixteen, standing at Murray's
in a pair of knickers with my tits out!

what did you think
was going to happen?

You wanted to go to London!
I couldn't stop you!

You couldn't get rid of me
quick enough after the baby!

Yes! Shame you've brought
to this household,

nothing but a common prostitute!

I am not a prostitute!

I'm not!

No more than you are,

staying with him,

letting him give you
a good poke

when he rolls in from the pub,
just because he gives you housekeeping!

God. At least, I only have it away
with blokes I actually fancy-

I am not a prostitute...

Good morning.

Bin it.

Paul Mann's not stupid, sir,
it's a copy.

And he wants it back.

Has he given a copy
to anyone else?

Politician, he says.
George Wigg.

Something about wanting
the truth to come out.

Little shit.

If Christine's on tape saying
she lied in court about Gordon.

I've listened to it.
She says she lied in court.

Black eye,
Fenton and Camacchio, the lot.

Lucky Lucky Gordon, eh?

They might let him out
after all.

It's worrying though.

What happens when they find out
Christine lied?

That's the difference
between you and me John.

You're a worrier.
Stephen Ward is a ponce, end of.

If it comes out later that Christine
told a few porkies about Lucky,

so what?

She'll have served her purpose.

There's no honour
among slappers!

Good morning,
Doctor Ward.

Full of pep and go, I hope,
ready to get in the witness box.

Do you think the jury
believe Vickie Barrett?

There is a strong belief
in this country

in the honesty and integrity
of the police force.

It would do you no good
to push the matter too far.

Not that the judge
would allow me to.

Well, Christine, then?

If you put more stress on her lying
about Ivanov, and over Lucky...

Every one of that jury has
told a lie, Doctor
Ward, many
lies through their lives.

But they haven't indulged
in foursomes

or lived with a teenage whore
who smokes reefers

and takes a succession of...

negroes as her lovers,

even if they have wanted
to do such things.

Indeed, the fact you've had experiences
these people can scarcely admit they envy

only pours fuel on the roaring
bonfire of your depravity,

as far as they're concerned.

Which is surely why the News of the World
has increased its circulation

by half a million
since your case began.

If it comes out
in Gordon's appeal

that Miss Keeler
has committed perjury,

that will be another matter.

If she were to be exposed
as an unreliable witness,

Justice Marshall may have to dismiss
her evidence against you.

So long as it happens before the jury
has to reach a verdict.

That is out of our hands.

Today you must concentrate
on making the best possible impression.

And what about my list
of character witnesses?

Has Bill sent word?

Lord Astor?

Shoulders back,
there's a good chap

What were your intentions

arranging for two teenage girls
to live with you in your flat, Mr. Ward?

I found them both
very attractive girls.

Lively, fun.

There was nothing sinister
about it.

They were both working
at Murray's,

a great number of men, as well as me,
appreciated their charms.

On various occasions,
they needed somewhere to live,

I had a spare room.

I became fond of them.

You were aware
that they were promiscuous?

Ah, yes.

I did speak to Mandy's parents
about it, and Christine's.

Reassuring for them, I'm sure,

particularly after you'd already had
intercourse with Miss Rice-Davies.

While you were claiming to act
in loco parentis,

you were also introducing them
to your friends?

You are completely misrepresenting
the atmosphere at Wimpole Mews.

I never set myself up
as a father figure.

And most of the time,
I was busy with my practice,

or drawing or playing bridge.

Oh! A scene
from an Austen novel!

Yet, Miss Keeler and
Miss Rice-Davies have both said

they had intercourse
with some of your friends,

is that the case?

If they say so.

Yes.

What did you think

these promiscuous little girls
were having sexual intercourse with men for?

I imagine it was for enjoyment
of the sexual act.

If only.

Miss Keeler has told this court

that while she was living
with you at Wimpole Mews,

Mr. Profumo paid her for
intercourse, is that true?

I had no idea that was the case.

No idea about the payment

or no idea
about the intercourse?

No idea of the payment,
certainly.

I could see an association
was developing,

but I had no direct evidence
the two of them were sleeping together.

As a matter of fact, I later reported
my concerns to the security services,

who will have
the meeting on record.

Now, that would be...

"Mr. Woods"
of the security service?

Yes.

But both the police and your solicitor
were unable to trace him,

despite
the most strenuous efforts.

I am telling you the truth.

But Miss Keeler,
you say, has lied?

I think...

I think, like a lot of people,

she convinces herself

that a story she's told
over a period of time becomes true.

This is the case with the
supposed liaison with Captain Ivanov.

Christine is not a bad girl.

The newspapers are paying her
a great deal for her stories.

But
what about the police, Mr. Ward?

Are you suggesting that they are
being paid by the newspapers?

I have never made
that suggestion.

But you said they lied.

About Miss Barrett. Yes.

Miss Barrett has lied, Miss Rice-Davies
has lied, Miss Keeler has lied,

if were to believe you,
every single person in this case has lied,

except for you-

Even with the somewhat
disreputable pattern of my life,

do you think it probable

that I would invite a string
of anonymous men to my flat,

to be flogged by a streetwalker

when since January I have been
constantly watched by the police,

had my phone tapped,
been besieged by newspapermen

at every waking moment?

Ask the press
if they saw Vickie Barrett

turning up three times a week
to Wimpole Mews!

Mr. Ward,
you are doing your case no good

by not straightforwardly
answering the questions put to you.

I'm sorry, sir.

It's a...

it's a great strain.

Of course,
it's a great strain, Mr. Ward.

It's a very great strain indeed,

when a guilty man
hears the truth.

Princess Marina
and the Duke of Edinburgh.

Princess Margaret,
what's happened to her?

All the royal drawings
were bought directly

after the gallery
opened this morning.

On the condition
they were removed immediately.

By whom?

The buyer insisted
on complete anonymity.

I've, err,
never had a show like it.

Chin chin!

Cheers, little baby!

Excuse me, Miss Davies?

Yes.

If this trial
was concerned with establishing

that Stephen Ward led
a thoroughly immoral life,

your task would be a simple one.

No one has thought to disguise
his character from you.

Indeed, my learned could make
a honeymoon sound obscene,

let alone the demoralized and undisciplined
life of Stephen Thomas Ward.

If you felt the conscience of the nation
had been shamed by a major scandal,

and then wished to find
a scapegoat for that shame,

you would hardly find a more
suitable man than Doctor Ward.

His conduct is such as to
deprive him of any sympathy

from any quarter.

But that is not
why you are here.

You are here to determine,
purely on the evidence,

if Doctor Ward lived
wholly or in part

on the earnings of prostitution.

In the course
of their investigation,

Chief Inspector Herbert
and Detective Sergeant Burrows

have interviewed
over 140 witnesses.

Their pursuit of a conviction

has coloured
the interpretation of many facts

connected with the accused.

As a convicted prostitute,

Miss Barrett was vulnerable
to pressure from the police.

Miss Rice-Davies
also had pressure put on her

in giving evidence
against Doctor Ward.

Even so,
it amounts to very little.

Miss Keeler's evidence
is more troubling.

After 24 police interviews,
along with any number with the press,

she might quite genuinely
be unable to distinguish

between truth and fiction.

If the conviction
of Aloysius Gordon is quashed,

and the allegation is correct
that Miss Keeler
gave perjured
evidence at his trial,

then she has repeated
that perjured evidence here

in the Central Criminal Court.

How reliable is she?

Christine.

What the matter before you
comes down to is this:

is Doctor Ward a dissolute man

with an artistic temperament
and high sexual proclivities,

or a common or garden pimp?

Was this lamentable life of his
led for fun, or profit?

On any fair and impartial view,

you must find Doctor Ward
not guilty.

Thank you.

Members of the jury,

it will no doubt be a relief

to get away
from the squalid atmosphere

of promiscuity and perversion

that has permeated the evidence
of Stephen Thomas Ward.

His own counsel agrees.

The defendant
is a filthy fellow,

yet Mr. Burge
would have you think

this is somehow irrelevant

to the charges
brought against him.

You may think differently.

Those two penniless,
promiscuous little girls

and this West End osteopath,
Dr. Stephen Ward,

setting them up
with his influential friends.

What was the motive

of this thoroughly immoral man

if not to enrich himself
in some way?

Thank you.

We have received word
from the Appeal Court

that Aloysius Gordon
has been freed on appeal.

Mr. Gordon,
is there anything you might like to say

to the general public, sir?

I didn't think
there'd be the right thing done.

I'm pleased! Relieved.

Just want to get on
with my life now.

Christine,
if you're listening,

I forgive you.

Same in my heart
as it ever was.

Thank you.

Mr. Gordon, any other comments?

Members of the jury.

You have heard
the Court of Criminal Appeal

has today dismissed
Mr. Gordon's conviction.

The fact that Gordon's appeal
has been allowed

does not of course mean

that the Court of Appeal found
that Miss Keeler is lying.

As I understand it,

since the witnesses Fenton
and Camacchio have been found,

it was simply felt
the court couldn't assume

the jury would have returned
the same verdict in Mr. Gordon's case.

That is all there is to make
of the appeal.

The Lord Chief Justice
has said it might be

that Miss Keeler's evidence
was completely truthful.

As we all cannot help
but be aware,

in the eyes of the world,

our national life appears
to have become a sink of iniquity.

Common decency tells us
this cannot be true.

Common decency.

It is for you and you alone
to decide Ward's role

in the many insalubrious matters
you have been subjected to

as evidence during this trial.

If Ward was telling the truth
in the witness box,

there are in this city
many witnesses of high estate

who could have come
and testified support of his evidence.

But the defence has called
no such witnesses.

Not one.

There may be many reasons why Stephen Ward
has been abandoned in his extremity.

You must not guess at them,

but the fact remains he has been left,
quite tellingly,

to face the music alone.

Entirely alone.

Absolutely outrageous.

Bad enough for Gordon's appeal
to be rushed through in this way,

but for Justice Marshall to lead the jury
over Miss Keeler's perjury.

I have never seen the like
in all my years at the bar.

Stephen!

Are you going to see Lucky,
now he's been released, Chris?

Stephen!

So that's it then?
All hope is gone.

You must never say that!

Not until the jury
come back with a verdict.

- Stephen! - And I can assure
you, if it's the wrong one,

we have very secure grounds
for an appeal.

Stephen!

Wishing you luck, baby!

"Yesterday...

upon the stair,

I met a man who wasn't there.

He wasn't there again today.

Ta-da!

I think that...

And then... Ta-da!

Bravo!

Okay. Wait.

I'm sorry
I had to do this,

but it's really more
than I can stand.

The horror day after day,

in the court and on the street.

It's not only fear.

It's a wish
not to let them get me.

I'd rather get myself.

Be happy.

I tried to do my stuff.