All language subtitles for The.Trial.Of.Christine.Keeler.S01E06.WEBRip.x264-ION10

[prosecutor]
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.

You're nothing
but a common prostitute!

I am not a prostitute!

-[men shouting]
-No one else was with you?

No, that's right.

That's a lie!

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

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

And what about my list
of character witnesses?

Has Lord Astor sent word?

He has been left,
quite tellingly,
to face the music alone.

[judge] Entirely alone.

[Christine]
Life is for living,
each and every day.

That's what Stephen
always taught me.

Just don't hurt anyone else
while you're at it.

[journalist]
Was it an overdose?

How bad is he?

[journalists shouting]

Is he breathing?

[director] Action!

[Christine]
And always make sure
to look your very best.

Hello?

Oh, that is bad news.

[director] Cut!

[journalists shouting]

Come on, let's go inside.

Oh, that is--

[sobbing] That is bad news.

I'm sorry.

[director] Cut.

[Christine]
Image is everything,
little baby.

[Christine sobbing]

It's Stephen Ward.

He's taken an overdose.

[Christine]
Words to live by, hey.

[theme song]

[Mandy] I was talking
to a solicitor at this party

and he was amazed the judge
hasn't stopped Stephen's trial.

I said, "There's a surprise."

It's been a stitch up
from start to finish,

why should it be any different
now Stephen's hanging on
by a thread?

They only just got to him
in time.

-I heard he was covered
in vomit.
-Christ, Mandy!

I'm only telling you
what people are saying!

What's wrong?

[Christine] I feel sick!

Again? You're not
up the duff, are you?

Mmm.

They're saying
Stephen left notes.

A whole pile of 'em.

Well, you won't be getting one.

You think you will?

[clerk]
Will the foreman please stand?

Members of the jury,
are you agreed upon your verdict

in the case of Regina
against Stephen Thomas Ward?

[jury foreman] We are.

[clerk] How say you on the count
of procuring a girl
under the age of 21

for sexual intercourse?

Not guilty.

[clerk] On the second count
of procuring a girl
under the age of 21

for sexual intercourse?

[jury foreman] Not guilty.

How say you
on the count of living
on the immoral earnings

of Vickie Barrett?

[jury foreman] Not guilty.

[audience murmuring]

[clerk] On count two,

living on the immoral earnings
of Marilyn Rice-Davies?

Guilty.

-[audience uproar]
-That's ridiculous!

How say you on count one,

living on the immoral earnings
of Christine Keeler?

[jury foreman] Guilty.

[audience murmuring]

[clerk] His Honour
will delay sentencing

until Dr. Ward is fit
to return to court.

The verdict will be conveyed
to Dr. Ward in hospital.

[journalists]
Christine! Christine!

[journalists shouting]

[journalists]
Christine! Christine!

[journalists shouting
in the distance]

[Mandy] Bunch of hypocrites
the lot of them!

You can't let it get to you
like this, Chris.

If you act
like everything's your fault,
people treat you like it is.

They can call me
whatever they like

as long as they don't call me
"pigeon pie and eat me up."

My Nanna used to say that.

It's like sticks and stones,

"sticks and stones
may hurt my bones--"

For the love of God!

Can't you just shut
that gob of yours
for one bloody minute!

Let's face it.

They get a picture of you
visiting Stephen,

they'll slap it
on every front page

without you
getting a penny for it.

Not everything
is about money, Mandy.

[journalists talking]

[Mandy] See? Crawling with 'em.

Maybe I'll come back tomorrow.

[Stephen]
What are you doing later?

[Christine]
It's already later.

I mean after the club shuts?

Having fun.

Hum! Splendid!

And you?

[Christine] "Mr. Profumo,
what if your wife finds us?

She's a famous actress."

Such a famous actress.

"Mr. Profumo,
what if your wife finds us?

-She's such a--"
-[telephone ringing]

[telephone ringing]

Westminster 42579.
Christine speaking.

You're joking.

[Christine]
Can they even do that?

Okay, then.

Well, what do you expect me
to say about it?

Bye.

[hanging up]

[snorts] Well...

at least I don't have
to kill myself
learning all this guff!

Equity are refusing
to give me a card.

I am not even allowed
to play myself now.

Why?

It's the actors' union.

They won't let you do a film
without an Equity card.

Something about me dragging down
the industry.

You were meant to be getting
a fortune for that!

-[telephone ringing]
-I mean, most of it
goes in tax, obviously.

It's ridiculous,
I'm seriously thinking
about moving abroad.

Westminster 42579.

[heavy breathing]

Oh, my...

[Mandy] It's not Stephen?

Chris?

[sobbing]

[crying]

No. No.

[crying]

[crying]

[Mandy crying] No...

[radio announcer]
From the BBC Studio, the news.

It has been announced
that Doctor Stephen Ward
has died.

The osteopath and artist
had been taken into hospital
in London,

following an overdose
of barbiturates

during his trial
at the Old Bailey.

He was found guilty
on vice charges

pertaining to Christine Keeler
and Marilyn Rice-Davies.

-Viscount Astor
has made this statement--
-Leave it.

[Astor] Stephen Ward possessed
remarkable gifts of healing

which he exercised skilfully,
conscientiously...

and generously.

He was guilty, you know.

The fellow was guilty.

Those of us,
who were fortunate enough
to have been treated by him...

will remember Stephen
with great gratitude.

[drunk man] Left your guide dog
at home, have you?

[man chuckles]

Ron. Ron.

Gin and orange,
by the look of it!

[Christine] No, thanks.

Go on.

Make an old feller happy.

Why don't you just piss off?

Jesus, alright.

Just being friendly.

You on the rag
or something, love?

[chuckles]

I am actually.

Bleeding like a pig
in a slaughterhouse.

Can't change
my sanitary towel fast enough.

Soaks straight through.

Puts me right off it,
having such a heavy flow.

[man] Alright, then.

[Stephen] I can tell
you like to have fun.

We have a future, you and I.

-Does spinning that line,
actually get you laid?
-All the time.

[both laugh]

May I?

Hm.

A bit too much fun.

I got fined two bob for those.

Gentlemen don't pay
to see bruises.

Well acquired...

[bar music and murmur]

[drunk man]
You mark my words, Ron,

we've only been told
half the story.

You can see it in the eyes.

He's a ruddy pervert.

It's all gonna come out now...

He-he was supplying prostitutes
to half the cabinet

and most of the House of Lords.

[laughing]
He wasn't even a real doctor!

Stop talking shit about him!

Stupid cow!

You, idiot!

-[glass smashing]
-[man groaning]

[people screaming]

You don't know
anything about it.

[Christine yelling]

That's enough now!

-Come on!
-You don't know anything
about him! Get off!

[Christine crying]

[Christine] Get off!

[Christine groans]

The funeral...

[Mandy] The doctor's told you,
Chris, you need to rest.

[Paula] I'll show you out.

Life has to go on, Christine.

The last thing Stephen
would have wanted is for you
to carry on like this.

You know he couldn't have cared
less about the funeral.

Tomorrow is another day.

Life is good, little baby.

[both laughing]

[Profumo] I appreciate
that you are all asking

for some personal comment
from my wife and I

on the occasion of the funeral
of Doctor Ward.

We have no comment to make.

[priest] For men...

[Profumo] I would however like
to take this opportunity

to express, once more,
my profound remorse

for the circumstances
of my resignation.

Beyond that,
neither I nor my wife
have anything further to say.

We ask now to be left in peace,

so that we may continue
our lives

as private individuals.

Thank you.

[sighs]

Stuffy in here.

We need to open some windows.

Thought you were supposed
to be taking it easy.

Just seeing how much I got.

Cash...

Will you count it for me, doll?

You need to a bank account.

Oh, come on, count.

You might as well
take the rent and all,
while you're at it.

Fresh start.

-[Julie] Oh, come on, Chrissie!
-Sorry! Sorry!

You've kept this gentleman
waiting nearly an hour.

Look, I've got it,
the, erm, deposit!

Oh, where's the rest of it?

We told them
you could pay full in cash.

No, it's fine.
I've got it at home.

I just... I didn't want
to get robbed, that's all.

Good girl.

Wouldn't have killed you
to run a brush through
your hair, would it?

-Dream come true, eh?
-[Julie giggles]

I always promised you,
one day I'll buy you a house.

And you didn't believe me!
Did you, Ted?

[Christine chuckles]

Fresh start for all of us.

Yeah.

Don't say you gave the papers
this address did you, love?

Course not!

Ignore them. Say, "no comment."
They'll get bored in the end.

Wait there.

Mr. Burrows.

Mum thought you were a reporter.

Christine Margaret Keeler,
I'm arresting you on charges
pertaining to perjury,

conspiracy
and attempting to obstruct
the course of justice.

You what?

You don't need
to say anything at this time,

but what you do say may be used
in evidence against you.

[Julie] Oh, my God!

Christine,
what have you done now?

It's nothing to do
with me, Christine,

the DPP sent for the file
when Lucky Gordon's appeal
went through.

The judge even said
at Stephen's trial,

he made an actual point
of saying I could
have told the truth!

Yeah, well, you didn't, did you?

And they've got you saying
as much on tape.

So what? You knew about that --

That's without
Fenton and Camacchio turning up!

And Paula's brother,

who's come forward to say
it was him that gave you
the black eye, not Lucky.

Well, what about you knowing?

If I've committed perjury
or obstruction,
whatever you're calling it,

you went along with it!

That's enough of that!

You be very careful
what you say in here, Christine!

As I was saying,

the Director
of Public Prosecutions

has decided
there's a case to answer.

Should have shagged him,
instead of Profumo.

Not too late, is it?

We'll phone you a solicitor.

Where's your mate,
Inspector Herbert?

He'd love this,
he's always had it in for me.

Superintendent Herbert.
He's been promoted.

Of course, he bloody has!

[Burrows] I've got
the charges here as follows:

Two counts of conspiracy
to obstruct justice,

one count of perjury.

-One count of conspiracy--
-They wanna get me, don't they?

They got Stephen...

and I'm next.

[journalist] Hello, Mandy.
Can I have a quick word?

What are you up to next, Mandy?

I'm in discussions
about some very exciting
international projects.

-Watch this space!
-What about Christine's arrest,
Mandy?

Christine knows
I'm thinking of her.

-I'm sure she'll be given bail.
-[journalist 2] Is she guilty?

I don't know
about the legal details.

Sorry, gents,
I'm off to the airport!

[journalists shouting questions]

[judge] This court finds
there is a case to answer
on all charges.

The trial date is set
for the 6th of December.

[journalists]
Christine! Christine!

[Colin] Christine!
Chrissie? Christine?

[Colin] Christine?

We appear to be
yesterday's news, at last.

The coast is completely clear.

I imagine the press
are all elsewhere.

It does seem a bit harsh
the girl's facing prison.

-[chuckles]
-I mean it.

Or are we endlessly to blame
women for the weaknesses
and wickedness of men?

Well, we are weak.

It's useless denying it.

Ever since Eve tempted Adam.

You could argue, you know,
you have all the power.

You could. But we don't.

We have what you call power
for a fraction of our lives,

in one tiny sphere,

and apparently only men
are allowed to decide
how that's conferred

because the real power,
authority, status,
money lies with you.

Come on, Val, are you
really saying you never
flirted to get a part,

when you were younger?

"Flirted"?

I was 15
when I went on the stage.

You have no idea, really.

Being a teenage girl
is like being invited
to a glorious picnic.

Then you discover
you're one of the sandwiches.

That poor girl
never had a chance.

God! Respectable women
aren't meant to enjoy sex,

but men are willing
to pay prostitutes

to pretend to enjoy it
for money.

Well, perhaps she did enjoy it.

Perhaps she did.

Whether we do or we don't,
you still have the nerve
to call it degradation.

I do nothing of the sort.

The press then.
The courts. Your colleagues.

Do you think I don't look
at beautiful men
and want them, Jack?

Young men?

But to pay a young man
to pretend to desire me,
that would be degradation.

Surely the only currency
for sex, real sex,

is genuine desire,
on both sides.

Skin for skin. Body for body.

Otherwise, you're just using
another human being
as a sort of handkerchief.

I have said I am sorry,
so very many times,

and I am, truly I am,

but if I'm to continue
to be your husband,

I cannot be your whipping boy.

There are things
I saw in the war...

Terrible things.

Haven't spoken about it
with anyone,

and I doubt I ever will.

But what I saw in Italy.

Those men...

Those young men...

While you were worrying
about your close-up,

having doors held open for you.

I am a man, Valerie.

I only did
what all my friends were doing.

I just happened to get caught.

[door closing]

Marvellous, thank you.
We can manage the rest.

Sorry about that.
You must be rather sick of it.

At least he's not calling me
a prostitute.

Not out loud, anyway.

Can you get me off this,
Mr. Hutchinson?

Everyone says
you're the bee's knees.

[Hutchinson]
It's going to be tricky.

The case at your bail hearing
was very clear, Miss Keeler.

Setting aside
the parade of witnesses,

the DPP has you on tape
saying you lied in court.

And this is, by any standards,
an admission of perjury.

So, how long will I get?

If the judge takes a dim view,
two years.

Two years in prison,
I'd top myself.

Believe me, I will do
everything within my power

to persuade the court,
that after all the publicity
you've received,

the torrent of lurid articles
and people selling
their stories,

you stand no chance whatsoever
of a fair trial.

I've-I've never seen
anything like it.

So, you'll get them to drop it?

I'll do my very best,
as the boy scouts say.

Otherwise your strongest suit
is to plead guilty

and allow me to argue
for leniency.

I'm not standing up in court
saying I'm guilty.

-But Miss Keeler--
-Christine.

Everyone lied
through their teeth,
Mr. Hutchinson,

in court and out of it.

Profumo, the police.
Lucky Gordon.

They'll got off scot-free
and I'm the only one
getting blamed.

"Shameless slut Christine."
If I'm guilty, so are they!

But, you see, "guilty", here,
has a purely legal meaning.

The police wanted to get Lucky
just as much as what I did,

getting on my good side
to stitch up Stephen.

Then leave me high and dry.

I can't imagine how dreadful
it's been for you.

To be at the centre of all this.

Not at all what I was expecting.

Christine!

I'm not talking to the papers,
so you can do one.

Don't you recognise me, Chrissy?

♪ He's a hifalootin' rootin'
Tootin' son-of-a-gun ♪

♪ From Arizona ♪

I haven't changed that much,
have I?

Bit of snow on the thatch.

Look at you!

You haven't changed a bit!

Still my little Chrissie.

Come here.

♪ How they run ♪

♪ When they hear
The feller's gun ♪

♪ Because the western folks
All know ♪

♪ He's a hifalutin' rootin'
Tootin' son-of-a-gun ♪

♪ From Arizona ♪

♪ Ragtime Cowboy ♪

♪ Talk about the cowboy ♪

♪ A ragtime Cowboy, Joe ♪

Well, you might as well know,

I haven't got as much money
as what everyone thinks.

Do I look like I need money?

I sent letters, cards.

Did your mum not let on?

That's a shame,
I thought she couldn't have.

I didn't think you'd ignore me.

You were such a...
a soft-hearted little thing.

Daddy's girl.

When you were home.

There was a war on.
Do me a lemon!

[chuckles]

I could have bumped into you
in the street.

I used to dream about that
all the time

when I was little.

You waiting for me
outside school.

It's not true, you know.

I'm not what they're saying.

I'm not a tart, Dad.

Of course, you're not.
I know you're not, love.

It's a bit late in the day,
but I came to say,
I'll stand by you.

Whatever it is you've done.

[sobs]

Your father? My goodness,
that's quite a thing.

Don't know much about him.

Except for he buggered off.

That's my mum, so,
God knows what really went on.

You're a very good listener,
Mr. Hutchinson.

And an even better talker,
I assure you.

In court, anyway...

Any change of heart
about your plea?

No.

Not guilty it is.

I wonder, erm...

Do you think Stephen Ward
came to have such a hold
over you

because he held himself up
as a sort of substitute
for your father?

Funny sort of father.

Well, quite...

Coming to London,
meeting Stephen, it was like...

Well, those X-ray specs.

In the ads in the comics
we used to cadge
from the American GIs.

I didn't have a clue,
and then Stephen
came along and...

I saw how the world really is.

Pretty diabolical, really.

But when I was with him,
I always felt safe.

Only time in my life
I've ever really felt like that.

Safe?

More than what I ever did
at home.

[radio announcer]
Crowds are gathering
outside The Old Bailey

for the trial
of Christine Keeler.

The 21-year-old model
has been charged with perjury

and conspiracy to obstruct
the course of justice.

Time's ticking on, Chrissie.

Mandy's here.

What do you mean, Mandy's here?

Thought you might like
a lift to the Old Bailey.

Sure you've got room?

Loads!
It's comfier than it looks.

[Mandy] Wait.
Where are you going?

If you want to do me a favour,
you could have called me one
single time since I was nicked,

or even offered
to stand bail for me,

instead of selling stories
about me to the papers!

I've been abroad, haven't I?
We just got back.

Well, that's handy. Isn't it?

Just in time.

Just in time so you can
be there on the day,

the one day you know
there's gonna be hundreds
of cameras waiting for me.

That's not why I'm here.

I've been thinking of you,
Chris.

You can't think of anyone
but yourself.

You might have
everyone else fooled, Mand...

but I know you.

What's happened to you,
Christine?

Jesus! What fucking hasn't?

Suit yourself.

No need to go off
at Mandy like that.

It's only the truth.

I've had it with people
taking, taking, taking.

-Dad's right,
I need to think of myself.
-"Dad"!

He is my dad!

I'll tell you this, Ted's been
more of a father to you

than that article, ever has!

You've been a right little bitch
ever since you let him
wonder in and sweet talk you.

Bet he tells you
you're wonderful, doesn't he?

Can't live without you?

All those years worrying,
providing for you,
sticking it out with Ted

so you'd have some sort of home,

while that wonderful father
of yours buggered off
to God knows where.

You'll kill me with all this.

Well, bloody die, then!

You evil little bitch!

Yeah. Yeah, that's right, Mum.

I'm evil.

Just like the papers say.

I'm an evil slut who's only out
for what she can get.

That's why I bought you
that house!

I'm just warning you,
that's all.

Colin Keeler
isn't what he seems.

You wanna learn the hard way?
So be it.

Well, you should keep away then,

if seeing him
upsets you so much.

I'll manage without you.

I'm used to it!

[sighs]

[journalists shouting]

[Len] Got a new chap, Chris?

[journalists shouting]

[Lucky] Christine! Christine!

Christ, there's Lucky.

He's getting nowhere near you.
That's a promise.

Come on. Mind out of the way.

[journalists shouting]

[lawyers talking in low voice]

[Hutchinson]
So, just kicking off
with a few legal arguments.

All very boring.

I'm confident we'll get
the charges dropped.

Sit tight.

[Hutchinson]
I'd like to make
an application, my Lord,

for a stay of proceedings
on all the charges
against the defendant

in respect of the first charge.

You said they'd drop
the whole thing.
You said you were confident.

Oh, I'm always confident,
you have to be.

What I'm not always is hopeful.

And to be honest, I wasn't,
but I didn't want to burden you.

Now, the good news
is the prosecution will drop
a conspiracy charge

and one of the perjury charges,

if you plead guilty
to the other two.

I told you,
I'm not pleading guilty.

The remaining perjury charge
is just the concealment
of Fenton and Camacchio.

It's nothing to do
with trying to frame Lucky.

If you accept it,

it means he can't come after you
for malicious prosecution.

According to the newspapers,
he's keen.

And with an effective plea
of mitigation,

the judge might well agree
to a suspended sentence.

It's where I put the reasons
you did what you did
to the court. The background.

The background
is Lucky Gordon went for me,

like he'd
been doing for years.

-Nobody says any different.
-Exactly.

Now, Christine,
you more than anyone must know

that justice has nothing to do
with the truth.

It's a game,
with ridiculous rules.

Trust me.
This is your best chance
of walking out of here today.

You did lie.

[Hutchinson] My Lord, in respect
of the first two charges,

the defendant wishes
to change her plea to guilty.

[murmuring]

Yes, see! I told you!

[Lucky] The girl lied,
no doubt about it!

Shut up!

[judge] Mr. Hutchinson,
you may begin.

There can be few people
in the whole of the country

without some opinion
of Christine Keeler,

thanks to what we have learned
to call the Profumo Affair.

The Keeler Affair...

is a much less glamorous tale.

It is the story of a girl
born and raised in poverty,

who lost a child
while she was still
a child herself,

and who, in her short period
of scarcely adult life,

became the plaything
of assorted men.

It is the story of abuse

at the hands of Aloysius Gordon,

who would not let her
live a life
independent of his desire

to control
her every waking moment.

And it is Lucky Gordon,
not John Profumo,

Lucky Gordon and the fear
he instilled in her,

who has filled most
of Christine Keeler's thoughts
over the last two years.

This... girl...

has been condemned on all sides,

held accountable
for the downfall
of a great minister.

No one seems to have
taken into account

that Christine Keeler
has barely left childhood.

Any wrong she has done
pales into insignificance,

tallied against the many wrongs
committed against her.

And principal among these,

is her corruption at the hands
of the late Stephen Ward.

[Hutchinson]
Dr. Ward groomed and fashioned
Miss Keeler in his image,

as a pleaser of men
in his snob world
of power and privilege.

From the age of 17, 17...

the defendant lived
in a looking-glass world
of Doctor Ward's making.

From the only man
she could look to for guidance,

the only man
with whom she felt truly safe.

Christine certainly derived
no sense of morality.

Dr. Ward was on his own account
a man entirely without morals.

It is then scarcely surprising
that this young girl
came to believe

that she could manipulate
people and events,

indeed, in the case
of Lucky Gordon,

the law itself,
for her own ends,

but not out of arrogance,
or evil,

but out of desperation
and even innocence.

Yes, innocence.

Miss Keeler may look
like a siren...

she is not.

She is experienced
in matters of sex,

but about most other
aspects of life,

she remains exceptionally naive.

Now, Ward is dead.

Profumo disgraced.

And I know your Lordship
will resist the temptation

of what I might call,
"society's pound of flesh."

Let no one judge
Christine Keeler too harshly.

Since her tenderest years,
she has been enmeshed
in a net of wickedness.

[journalists chatting]

[journalist]
The verdict is coming up.

Would the defendant please rise?

[judge] Miss Keeler,
I accept that at the time
you committed these offences,

you were under
a great deal of pressure.

But it is necessary to remember
that the object of justice
is to arrive at the truth.

If I were to pass
this matter over entirely,

it would give licence
to some new kind of oath,

under which a witness
would swear to tell the truth

and that part of the truth
they felt convenient.

I sentence you to a term
of nine months
at her Majesty's pleasure.

[people murmuring]

Thank you, your Honour.

[Hutchinson] My dear!

I did my best.

With good behaviour,
you'll be out in six months.

Why did you have to go on
about Stephen like that?

I never said to do that!

I trusted you!

[guard] Look straight ahead.

[guard] Turn to the left.

[prison woman]
We're taking bets, Chrissie.

Who's was bigger?
Profumo or Ward?

[prison woman 2] Nah, she likes
a bit of the old black magic,
don't you darlin'?

[prison woman 3]
Don't forget the Russian!

Mucky little cow.

Your snatch must have had
more foreign dicks in it
than the United Nations!

[women laughing]

[Profumo] Your letter came
at the right time.

I'm at a loose end,
as you probably know already.

I assume that, as a charity,
you always need to raise funds,

but I should tell you that,
none of the names
in my contacts book

are answering
my telephone calls at present.

One can't blame them for that.

Not at all.
But I'm-I'm a doer, you see.

I need to be useful.

So, err...

Put me to use. [chuckles]

[Christine] Sorry.

Clumsy me.

[young man] Posh git!

[Mandy] Just wave
when you want me to start.

You can tell me
if I'm out of tune,
I don't mind!

["You've got what it takes"
playing]

♪ You don't drive
A big fast car ♪

♪ You don't look
Like a movie star ♪

♪ And on your money
We won't get far ♪

♪ You got what it takes
For me ♪

["You've got what it takes"
keeps playing]

-Morning, Bill.
-Morning, John.

Happy New Year.

Mandy's record's doing well,
it's in all the shops.

Can she even sing?

Doesn't matter nowadays,
does it?

You could make a record,
when you're out.

She says she'd like
to come and see you.

I bet.

"Christine's Prison Hell",
by Mandy. No, thanks.

I don't blame her, Mum.

I don't.

She's a laugh.

People like that.

She doesn't rub everyone up
the wrong way like I do.

You're not yourself.

I am myself.

Isn't that always the trouble?

Sorry.

There's too much time
to think in here.

Did they tell you?

The governor's arranging
to change my release day

so the papers can't get to me.

Or the nutters.

Yeah, they said.

You'll be there,
won't you, Mum?

[chauffer]
Toynbee Hall, Ma'am.

-[man] I'll go with seven.
-A seven?

[men keep chatting]

[man] Oh, well, then.

-[Profumo]
Roy, do you take sugar?
-[Roy] Yes, please.

-[Profumo] How many?
-[Roy] Two please.

Thank you. Thank you,
that's very kind. Thank you.

I thought I could take you
for lunch.

Oh.

What a delightful surprise.

My wife is taking me
for lunch, Sue!

I hope I haven't spoiled
your plans.

No, no, not at all.
I dread Wednesdays.

-Rissoles.
-[Valerie laughs]

[Valerie] Is Sue your secretary?

[Profumo] Oh, good Lord, no.
I'm not that important.

[guard]
Back to your cells now, ladies.

They reckon they'll call
an election soon.

No chance the Tories will win
after all of this.

I wouldn't vote for 'em!

Not too long now, eh?

You're doing smashing, poppet.

You'll see,
when you're out of here,
the world is your oyster.

I detest oysters.

Supposed to make you feel sexy
but they taste like snot.

Steady on.

Why'd you do it?

Why did you have to talk
to the newspapers?

I didn't!
I mean, not like that.

Business has dried up a bit
lately, that's not why.

Just I got chatting
to this bloke
in the pub about it,

and couldn't resist
mentioning you,

next thing I know,
he's talking money.

I didn't even know he was
a reporter, Chrissie, I swear.

Not to begin with.

Fifty quid... a hundred.

I told him to do one.

He told me he could use
what I'd already said.

I didn't even get the fifty!

If you're lying...

if there's more to come out...

I swear to God.

[sighs] Mum warned me.

[sobs]

Said you'd let me down.

Nobody's perfect, love.

-Chrissie.
-I just wish...

I really wish
they weren't rubbish.

Why are men so bloody rubbish?

[birds chirping]

[birds chirping]

[car door closing]

I think you'll like
what we've done to the house.

And there's a room ready
for you.

If that's what you want.

What Mr. Hutchinson said...

in court, about Stephen...

You shouldn't be letting
all that prey on your mind,

today of all days.

But I can't stop
thinking about it.

Was it all Stephen's fault?
I don't know.

Or am as I bad as all else
who pissed on him
when he was down?

Worse still,
because I knew him best.

[sighs]

You should put all that
behind you, now.

Best way.

He was a queer fish, Stephen.

He wasn't normal.

Maybe that's what he saw in me.

[sighs]

Stephen was the only man
who's never wanted
anything from me.

Not money...

not sex...

I can't work it out.

Well, if you can't, who can?

You know where we are.

[Stephen whooping]

[laughing]
No doubt about it, little baby!

Heads will turn!

Is the West End ready for us,
I ask myself.

Right. Onwards!

[chuckles]

Oh, erm, I'm not sure
I like it, Stephen!

Oh, it'll be fun, darling.

We'll walk past
Buckingham Palace,

see if we can get
the Household Cavalry
to shoot their load.

[laughing]
You can give a little wave
to the Duke of Edinburgh.

Oh! I said I don't like it!

[chuckles]

I'd never ask you to do anything
you didn't want to do,
little baby.

You know that. Uhm?

We're twins.

-No, we're bloody not.
-Ow! [chuckles]

How about you take me
for a walk instead? Uhm?

[growling and barking]

[Christine laughing]

[music and laughter]

[Christine]
Christine Keeler.

Where ever I go,
I'll never be able
to escape her.

But there's the story, you know.

And there's me.

And they're not the same.

They've just got the same name.

[bouncer] Hold on.

[people murmuring] Christine.

[bouncer] Go on, then.

It's definitely her.

["I Don't Care"
by Helen Shapiro playing]

["I Don't Care"
keeps playing]

["You Really Got Me"
by The Kinks playing]

-Buy you a drink, love?
-No, thanks.

[man] Hey!

♪ Girl, you really
Got me goin' ♪

♪ You got me so I don't know
What I'm doin' now ♪

♪ Yeah, you really
Got me now ♪

♪ You got me so
I can't sleep at night ♪

♪ Yeah, you really
Got me goin' ♪

♪ You got me so I don't know
What I'm doin' now ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, you really
Got me goin' ♪

♪ You got me so
I can't sleep at night ♪

♪ You really got me
You really got me ♪

♪ You really got me ♪

♪ See, don't ever set me free ♪

♪ I always want to be
By your side ♪

♪ Girl, you really got me now ♪

♪ You got me so
I can't sleep at night ♪

♪ Yeah, you really got me now ♪

♪ You got me so I don't know
What I'm doin' now ♪

♪ Oh, yeah,
You really got me now ♪

♪ You got me so
I can't sleep at night ♪

♪ You really got me
You really got me ♪

♪ You really got me ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

[guitar playing]

[guitar playing]

♪ See, don't ever set me free ♪

♪ I always want to be
By your side ♪

♪ Girl, you really got me now ♪

♪ You got me so
I can't sleep at night ♪

♪ Yeah, you really got me now ♪

♪ You got me so I don't know
What I'm doin' now ♪

♪ Yeah, you really got me now ♪

♪ You got me so
I can't sleep at night ♪

♪ You really got me ♪

♪ You really got me ♪