All language subtitles for The Trial of Christine Keeler S01E02 (30 Dec 2019) HD720p

There's starting to be
a certain amount of noise

about one of the girls

and the Secretary of State
for War.

Profumo?

-It's you and Christine.
-Nonsense, Bill. Absolute tosh.

Christine who?

Can't really stop, Lucky,
were in a bit of a rush.

You think I can't follow you
everywhere you go?

Christine, look at you.

Your face is your fortune.

I was really
in love with Johnny.

Stephen,
Johnny is trying to kill us.

We would love to hear
your story, Christine.

Think about it.

Thank you.

The men in my life
have taught me many things,

though you could say some things don't need to be taught.

Jack.

Ah... Stephen.

-Good evening, Mr. Profumo!
-Good evening.

Christine.

Eugene.

Er, I'll be back late.

Don't do anything
I wouldn't do, little baby.

I will.

When I met John Profumo,

we both gave in
to the most natural
instinct there is,

the love of a powerful
middle aged man

for a penniless teenage girl.

Is that a crime?

Mr. Profumo has been
less than honest

with the House
about this matter!

Mr. Speaker,
if the Honourable Member
is calling me a liar--

Mr. Speaker!

Mr. Speaker,
the Secretary of State for War
gave firm assurances

that during this unprecedented
global crisis,

the budget for equipping
our troops would be increased.

Yes!

He has shown himself
to be disobliging,
dishonourable and disingenuous!

Yes!

The Honourable Member
for Dudley is misinformed...

...mistaken, and maladroit!

No one, Mr. Speaker,
no one takes the security
of this country

more seriously than I do.

So you do know this girl, Jack?
Christine Keeler?

Awful business,
this shooting at Wimpole Mews.

Let me see... I stopped
visiting Ward's months ago.

You shit, Profumo.
You gave me your word.

Idiot.

You can check the dates
with the Prime Minister's
office, if you like.

Look, the PM's office
spoke to you?

Well, about visiting
Wimpole Mews, yes.

Stephen's just an acquaintance.
He's a very good bone man.

Never mind the doctor, Jack,
what about the girl?

Look, certain rumours
have been making
their way to me.

A bit on the side is one thing,

But negroes and guns...

The issue as presented to me
was being seen at Ward's.

There's an attaché
from the Russian embassy
he hangs about with.

The girl didn't come into it.
Or negroes, for that matter.

Frankly, Martin,
I would have thought you whips
had other fish to fry.

At least it's not boys.

Oh, Christ.

So you're saying
nothing happened?

Pure as the driven, old cock.

Have you seen her?

Common little piece,
but legs that would shame
Helen of Troy.

Yes.

To be clear, Miss Keeler,

was Mr. Edgecombe actually
threatening you with the gun,

or was he using it
to blow the lock off the door?

-He was definitely
aiming the gun at me.
-It wasn't like that!

You was winding me up,
Christine!

That's quite enough,
Mr. Edgecombe.

Go on, Miss Keeler.

He aimed the gun at me.

I saw the bullet coming
straight towards me,
and I ducked.

I see.

You saw a bullet
coming towards you.

You must have
remarkable eyesight,
Miss Keeler.

I will have quiet!

What I mean is,

if I hadn't ducked,
the bullet would have hit me.

Johnny wanted to kill me!

Thank you, Miss Keeler.

The case
will be committed for trial
at the Central Criminal court.

First hearing, 1st February.

Application for bail refused.

It's not right.

Old Bailey job, lads.
We've hit the jackpot.

Good grief. This ain't right!

It's a stitch up!

Christine!

You know I never meant
to hurt you, Christine!

I'd never hurt you.

Come and look at me!

Christine, got a minute?

Christine, I just want to talk.

Actually a chance
to see justice done, Stephen!

Just a moment, Lucky.

Little baby!

Will there be more
in the newspapers after today?

I imagine they'll just report
on the pre-trial hearing.

Dry stuff.

Though God knows Christine
could certainly provide them
with plenty of material.

You have nothing
to worry about, Eugene.

Legally, the newspapers
can't print anything

until after Johnny's trial
is out the way.

But the girls can tell
journalists a lot of things,
apart from this shooting.

I mean Christine and Profumo.

Jack has extremely deep pockets.

The newspapers
wouldn't dare go near him.

And dear as Christine and Mandy
are to me,

they're not the most reliable
of sources, are they?

I'll talk to Christine.

Come on, Eugene.

Look, this is not a joke for me.

The police, the newspapers.

If Christine mentions my name,

it won't be a joke
for you either.

You have no cause to worry.
Nothing will come out.

I have it all under control.
Hmm?

Many of my most
long-standing friendships

rely on my absolute discretion.

You know that.

Like I say,
the story behind the story.

Who is the real
Christine Keeler?

The thing is, Alan,
I've just been living my life.

Quite boring really.

You're queer.

Jesus.

Sorry.

Don't worry, you can't tell,
you're not like a Nancy
or anything,

Thing is, Alan,
I understand, because people...

Some people are ignorant,
aren't they?

Like me, liking...

West Indian gentlemen.

Do you think I'm disgusting?

My mum does.

I lost my virginity
to this boy from Ghana.

That's in Africa.

He was the most beautiful man
I'd ever seen,

apart from Robert Mitchum,

but I'm not gonna
meet him in Wraysbury.

I don't think anyone would want
a read about all that
in the papers, do you?

They would read about you
and... John Profumo, though.

That'd shift a copy or two.

How do you know
about me and Jack?

You haven't exactly
kept it quiet, Chris.

Innocent girl comes to London
looking for a better life,

has her head turned
by a powerful but married man.

It's a great story.

-What about the pub?
-No, I can't. Too many people.

The zoo?

I'm not your uncle, darling.

There must be
somewhere we can go.

Somewhere private...

Would you like to see
where I work?

I thought it would be
a bit more... posh.

Hmm.

Well, I suppose
this part of the building
has been neglected somewhat,

but it is where all
the important stuff happens.

Oh, can't show you in there
I'm afraid, top secret.

This is where the typists sit,
in the week.

I always fancied
learning to type.

Shorthand typist,
you can always get a job.

You're not in any danger
of unemployment, darling.

No, but you need exams
to be a secretary.

What if someone catches us?

Oh, you like the idea
of getting caught?

-Don't you?
-Yeah!

Pleasure mixed with danger.

I suppose
that's what Jack liked.

Stephen was all for pleasure,

but he didn't like
the idea of getting caught.

Not one little bit.

The reporter
you've been talking to,

is he offering you
a lot of money?

We haven't really...

He says he'll stump up
for a story about Jack.

Jack?

I'm sure they will.

But money isn't everything,
little baby.

You never grew up without it.

Welcome to the shit hole.

Lovely to see you again,
Stephen.

-Hello.
-Always a pleasure.

Chrissy.

-Darkies again!
-You can't say darkies, Mum.

I can say what I like
in my own home.

Isn't that right, Stephen?

Indeed, Mrs. Huish.

Julie, I've told you before!

I'm so sorry I can't offer you
a cup of tea.

Three days now,
since they cut us off.

I've been telling
Christine she's fallen in
with the wrong crowd.

The shooting was a warning.

She's not a bad girl, Julie.
Far from it.

I've always said
she's very special.

Oh. She's something, anyway.

They're saying it's six pounds
just to connect us back
to the gas.

I just hope
there's nothing more to come out

about whatever
you've been up to, that's all!

How do you think me and your dad
feel seeing your name
all over the papers?

I'm not all over the--

I had a crime
committed against me, Mum.

-I could've been killed!
-You brought that on yourself.

You know,
I always forget, Julie,

how marvellously quiet
it is here.

After London.

Believe you me,

I'd swap it for a bit of noise
and life any day of the week.

Nearly ten years, we've been
on the waiting list for a house.

As I said to my husband,
it's not what you know,
it's who you know.

Jesus, Chrissie!

What have you done?

What did you do,
you silly little bitch?

Onwards and upwards,
little baby.

Life is good.

Not in Wraysbury.

Well, quite.

To London!

This business with you
and the newspapers, and Jack.

There are other considerations
apart from the money, you know.

I thought you're
rather fond of him.

He's alright.

I don't suppose me and Jack
will be seeing each other again,
though, do you?

Christine Keeler, who's she?

Err, well, the newspapers know
exactly who she is, believe me.

Mandy as well.

They're buzzing
around the girls
like wasps round a jam pot.

Surely you can steer them away
from speaking
to the press, Stephen.

You have a great deal
of influence over them.

Well, I like to think so,
but they do have minds
of their own, you know.

Christine in particular.

As you know, Jack.

Which is why I thought it wise
for us to discuss the situation,

now the spotlight
has fallen on her.

I presume
it's a question of money.

Uh... Not entirely, no.

Chrissie's an odd girl, Jack,

feels things much more deeply
than perhaps it appears.

If you were to have
a word with her yourself,

persuaded her against
selling herself so cheaply,

it might go a long way.

She's always spoken of you
quite warmly.

Yes, well, I'd rather
she didn't speak of me at all!

I have no time.
Look, Ward, it's impossible
for me to talk to Christine,

surely you can see that.
It's risky enough
the three of us meeting.

Money, however, can easily
be arranged, if need be.

Just sort it out, would you?
There's a good chap.

Bill.

Absolutely, leave it with me.

Good of you
to make the time, Jack!

There are laws about that stuff,
you know, Christine.

- It's getting out of hand.
- I've told her.

At least open a window.
You know I can't abide
the smell.

I need something for my nerves.

The very moment
you wake up, apparently.

Have you seen this?

Another bloody
letter from prison.

I keep seeing Johnny's face
in that court room.

Come on, little baby.
Deep breath in.

And out...

And in...

I'll have to go through it
all over again.

Oh!

It's the rozzers.

Shit, it is! It's that sergeant!

From the shooting.

Can't remember
last time I saw a, a pistol.

- Yeah.
- -Must be very common in your line of work, I assume.

Or perhaps not.

Very kind, ta.

I was just saying
to your... landlord

must have been horrible
for you girls to go
through all that.

Landlord.

Sugar?

Er, no. Not allowed
the sweet stuff, thanks.

Now, let's see, er...

-Stephen Thomas Ward.
-Thank you.

Marilyn Rice Davies.

And Christine Margaret Keeler.

- What's this?
- -Oh, it's nothing to worry about.

Just binding you over
to appear as witnesses
at the Old Bailey trial.

Crown versus John Edgecombe.

I haven't got forty pounds.

Then my advice would be
to turn up, Christine.

Very sound, Detective Sergeant.

Go on, little baby, sign.

Yeah, well...
Just in case, this is me.

Guns! I was saying to the lads,
you'd expect it in the Bronx.

You were born in '44?

I've a daughter your age.
You look older than 18.

Cheek! It's my life experience,
Detective Sergeant.

Mandy, behave.

Bail forms
for the Edgecombe trial.

While we're at it,
can we see what we have on file

for that Ward fella,
if anything?

Doctor Stephen Ward. Osteopath.

Seems an unorthodox
sort of fellow.

-Will do, sir.
-Thanks, Doreen.

It's pretty crazy, Paul,
seeing yourself in the news.

It's the opportunity
of a lifetime.

I'm telling you,
now's the time
to cash in, Chrissie.

Stephen, I'm just saying
to Chrissie this is her moment.

Now her name's out there.

Chance to make
a bit of money for herself.

Paul, how nice to see you.

I was just talking about you
to a patient of mine,

a rather interesting vicomte.

Oh, yeah?

Hmm.

Have you spoken to Michael,
little baby?

Not yet.

Stephen.

Gordon Bennett,
your standards have slipped
a bit, haven't they, love?

Can't all be as handsome
as you, can they, Paul?

Serious, Christine.

It's not just the papers.

Modelling, articles,

you need to strike
while the iron's hot.

Stephen says it's better
to wait till Johnny's
trial's over, don't you?

Ah, Emil! I certainly do,
better to keep our powder dry.

Dr. Ward!

No disrespect to Stephen,
but he's talking
out of his arse.

...to Mandy.

It's all about
his own kinky little trip.

His friends in high places.

They'll be cacking it
that you'll name names,

which might spoil their fun,
then where would he be?

Fiddling with himself
on his lonesome.

You need a manager, Chris.

I've got tons of contacts,
Fleet Street, the lot.

Of course, if you need
Uncle Stephen's permission...

Piss off!
Stephen doesn't run my life.

I think Christine
might need saving.

Oh, good idea.

Could have fooled me, doll.

Is that chap some sort
of beat musician?

Paul? Couldn't get a tune
out of a record player.

What's his line?

All sorts.

He's a proper wheeler dealer.

One question,
how much does Christine
walk out of here with today?

A hundred.

- Ten percent of the final fee.
- Two.

Two hundred nicker today.

Alright.

And eight hundred
on publication.

But how are you going to prove
to us Christine's story is true?

Because it is.

Because you've heard
a million rumours
about her and Profumo

and there's no smoke
without fire.

Do you want to explain
the libel courts to them, Alan?

Mr. Profumo's a millionaire.

If we print anything
that isn't true,

he won't be afraid to sue.

Sorry, Christine. Basically,
it's his word against yours

that anything happened
between the two of you.

But...

I've got this.

Good.

Very good.

We'll keep this here
for safekeeping.

Oh, I can't believe
how easy they just handed

two hundred nicker over,
just like that.

Fifty-fifty. As agreed.

Bloody hell.

Easiest hundred quid you'll
ever earn and more to come.

"Christine Keeler, My Story."

Can't wait to see it.

Thanks.

Paul's right,
this is the opportunity
of a lifetime.

Modelling, adverts...

There might even be
television work.

You should be thinking
about elocution lessons,
you know, to talk properly.

Christine! Concentrate.

I am concentrating.

-Can I have a slice
of that one please too?
-You'll get spots!

Sod it.

You're 20, it's time
to think about the future.

It's like me with Peter,

well, not exactly,
'cos he set me up in the flat.

But like I was saying to Alan,

Christine does right,
where's Profumo now?

Living it up in his mansion,

not putting a ring
on her finger,
that's for certain.

What?

Profumo got what he wanted,
why should you go short?

When were you talking to Alan?

I don't know why
you get so angry,
we were just talking.

It's not your story to tell,
you gold digging little bitch.

-It's got nothing
to do with you!
-Of course, it bloody does!

This is you all over,
you've always
been jealous of me.

You wish!

Ever since Murray's,
you've always wanted
whatever I've got!

You're the jealous one!
Now the papers are interested

in my side of things
and you can't stand it!

Come on,
let's all calm down, ladies.

Yeah, they're really interested

in you and your amazing
acting career.

I'm more of an actress than
you'll ever be a model, love.

Oi! Enough! The neighbours
have heard quite enough
recently, don't you think?

Now, what's this all about?

Little bitch has been talking
to the Sunday Mirror
about me, and you.

You're not the only one
who's got a story to tell.

Anyway, why shouldn't I,
you already signed up.

- For goodness' sake.
- What do you think you're doing?

Everything I've ever lent you,
I want it back.

-What do you mean, signed up?
-Leave my things alone, you cow!

-Christine!
-Get off!

This is serious,
you stupid little girl!

-What have you said
to the papers?
-What business is it of yours?

Let me go!

If you can just calm down,
little baby,

I am trying to act
in your best interest

before, yet again, you do
something you come to regret!

Fuck off, Stephen!

It's my life!

I'm not five years old!

I'm not your fucking pet,

to dress up and tell
what to do and who to screw!

I'm trying to help you,
little baby.

I can kip here
for a bit, can't I?

Of course, you can, doll,
is everything alright?

Yeah, it will be.

You're staying for a bit then?

Oh, sorry. I can help
with the rent and everything.

I'm gonna be loaded!

Err... Hello, Bill.

Oh, Stephen.
Everything alright?

Yes, I--I'm sorry
to trouble you so late.

Erm, well,
there's no easy way to say this,

Christine and Mandy have taken
a story to the Sunday Mirror.

Oh.

Well, what did they say exactly?

Well, you can imagine.

Life and loves...

Right.

Obviously, I'm taking care
of it this end,

I--I just thought
that you should know.

I see, well, err...

Thank you, Stephen.
Very informative.

Yes. Right.

Let us, let us be in touch.

Good night.

Everything alright?

-Should I play
your hand for you?
-Oh, err...

Oh, it's--it's a silly thing.

I need to make
a few telephone calls.

Do, darling.

Right you are.

Well, perhaps we should seek,
er... legal advice.

Alright, yes.

Let's speak tomorrow.
Thanks, bye.

Legal advice?

Oh, it's just some, er...
tiresome triviality.

I really must finish
this wretched speech, darling.

If you need an audience,
my love, practice run...

I do know something
about the camera.

What would I do without you?

After you, Christine.

So, Christine,
when did the affair begin?

You do understand,
Stephen, as a serving MP,

any legal advice I can give
is strictly informal.

-Completely understood.
-You won't take this
any further, old man?

Oh, good God, no,
I'm like the grave!

Come in.

We're in a bit
of a difficulty.

Concerning the Minister for War,

have you heard that he...?

Come in.

Jack Profumo has had an affair.

Shit...

Do excuse our chaos, John,

our son goes back
to school tomorrow.

Ah. Harrow, I presume?

-Eton actually.
-Oh.

Why Eton, Jock?
Why not the old place?

Mark's Vee's boy
from her first marriage.

I'll have my say
when David's old enough
to go to school.

-I know this is
bloody terrible timing.
-It's abominable!

We were up to our eyes
in spies and homosexuals,

the press is baying for blood,

the Prime Minister
is about as much good
as a eunuch in a brothel.

Which is precisely why
the Mirror 's trying to stir
the pot over me and this girl.

They're really piling in!

I'm inclined to agree,
make the PM look weak

while knocking a viable
contender for the leadership.

I'm flattered
you see me as such.

Spare me your blushes, Jock.

You know that the party
is looking to you.

Which is why it's essential that
you're entirely frank with me.

The Government
won't survive another scandal.

Whatever has taken place
between you
and this bit of stuff--

Nothing has!

Absolutely nothing.

I had a drink or two at Ward's,
the girl was there.

I can't say I didn't look
But that's it.

It seems to me,
that since this shooting,

the poor creature
has seen a chance
to make a few bob for herself,

and now the bloody Mirror
is jumping on the bandwagon.

And they won't rest
until a socialist government
is running the show,

with their rag
as its national comic.

John...

you and I, we're grown
from the same soil,

school to regiment, Harrow,
Brasenose, Northamptonshire--

You have rather dogged
my footsteps.

I give you my word.

There was no affair.

For God's sake, Jack,
come to bed!

Coming.

What did John want?

Are they getting rid of the PM?

Not yet.

Where are they?

Hmm?

Your family?

Oh, Suffolk for a few days.

The country.

I can't stand the country.
It's boring.

-Do you like it?
-Hmm.

What is it?

-Eyelash.
-Is it expensive?

No. But you wouldn't want
your wife finding it, would you?

Darling, the housekeeper
will change the bed.

What will the housekeeper think?

Nothing. She's not paid
to think anything.

Oh, God

-Is something wrong
with the phone?
-No, it's the scrambler.

The Prime Minister wants a word.

I do think you're right
to raise a concern, sir.

It's a small weapon,
but if the Germans
are allowed to have it,

then the Americans
are abdicating
a degree of control.

There's no question
they're using it

for anything
other than self-defence.

It's a short--Sorry, sir.

Yes, it's a short-range system.

Potential warhead.

Yes, sir.

I couldn't believe it.

Yes, sir, no, no...

Me in that beautiful house.

You've come an awfully long way
from Wraysbury, Christine.

Not half.

Was it the baby...

that made you leave home
and come to London?

How do you know about that?

Plenty of people
around Staines remember you.

Why, what have they been saying?

It can't have been easy for you.
Sixteen, pregnant.

Everyone twitching the nets.

It was like the end
of the world.

I tried everything.

Hot baths, gin.

Castor oil, but that
just made me throw up...

I used a pen in the end.

Stupid.

They said I could have died.

He lived six days in hospital.

Peter.

Sweet sixteen, hey?

And the father?

Was it the beautiful chap
from Ghana?

No.

No, no! It was a local boy,
a boyfriend.

I'm sure they'd love
to tell you different at home.

You--You won't write it
was the other one, will you?

You can't put in the paper
I had a black baby.

It'd kill my mum!

Too kind, Missus.

Help yourself to sugar.

I'm expecting Christine's dad
back from work.

I was under the impression
Chrissie's dad had passed away,
Mrs. Huish.

Ted. Her stepdad.

She's always called him dad,
Mr. erm...

Call me Lucky, everybody does.

I don't want to hold you up.

You've made it very cosy here.

Christine never told me
it was so comfortable.

Well, she's never liked it.

- Got a taste
for the finer things.

So true!
"A taste for the finer things."

That's Christine, hmm.

Where can I find her these days?

It's alright for you
la-di-da-ing around London.

Our name is dirt in Wraysbury.
I can't go anywhere.

-I know.
-Now we've got darkies
turning up on the doorstep.

-Mum! Mum!
-You said you'd speak
to someone.

What do you expect me to do?

It's probably in the newspapers.

I don't know if Lucky
has gone to the newspapers!

He'll say anything
if he thinks it'll get to me!

I don't know,
you're bloody out
half the time--

You haven't told him
where I'm staying, have you?

Three days ago, I last rang.

-I'm sorry.
-No, Christine.

Yeah, I said I'm sorry,
alright?

What did Stephen
say to you on the phone?

Just he wanted us
to make it up is all.

One of his peace summits.

"We're all in this together,
little baby."

Don't listen to him, Chrissie.
I'm sick of it to be honest.

You know what Stephen's like,

he can always find
his way around you.

It's like a snake charmer
or something.

Don't let Stephen
change your mind!

Why would I?

The Mirror 's paying me
a fortune.

Though I'm not sure
it's worth it, to be honest.

They keep on asking
about me and Johnny,
me and Lucky.

God knows what people
are gonna think
when the story comes out.

Who bloody cares
what people think?

You have no idea what it's like,
the names I get called.

What about the girl at Murray's
with the thick ankles?

-Tania?
-Tania.

She used to jack
her tits up so far

no one ever looked at her legs.

Give 'em a better story
to print.

What about all
the mucky parties?

I've told them all that.

-Cliveden, all the toffs?
-Mh-hm.

That threesome that we did
with whatshisname oojamaflip?

Yeah.

They keep on asking
if I've had it away with Eugene.

There you are! Tania.

If they're looking at... Eugene,

they'll forget
all about... Lucky.

Did you?

We'd both had
so much to drink I'm not sure.

Like trying to get a slug
in a slot machine.

It's really boring
without you, you know.

Why don't you come to Paula's?
She won't mind.

The more the merrier.

Anyway, this thing
with the papers...

You can't give the money
back now, Christine.

I've spent it all.
And more besides.

Just give 'em what they want!
All the juicy details.

It was the same weekend
I met John Profumo.

Me and Eugene
went through a couple
of bottles of whisky together.

Hang on, you slept
with Ivanov at Cliveden?

Ah, no, at Stephen's place.
Wimpole Mews.

Eugene gave me a lift
back to London.

No one else was around.

So, the same day you met Profumo
at the pool at Cliveden--

No, the Sunday.

That's when they met
at the pool.

Eugene and Jack, I mean.

The swimming races
and what have you.
Mucking about.

Eugene gave me a lift back,

and like I say, whisky.

One thing led to another and...

Well, it's pretty hazy,
to be honest.

Quite a weekend you had,
Chrissie.

Profumo and Ivanov.
Two for the price of one!

Well, it was just the one time.

Maybe he was afraid
of getting caught.

Embassy of the Soviet Union.

Yes, hello, thank goodness.

I've been dialling
Captain Ivanov's extension
with no luck at all.

We're meant
to be meeting for lunch
with Lord and Lady Addenhall.

You wish to speak
to Captain Ivanov?

Yes, that's right.
It's Dr. Stephen Ward here.

-Hello?
-He is not here at present.

Could you tell me,
is he going to be
in the embassy today?

Maybe later.

Wonderful. If you could
just give him the message.

-From Ward, yes?
-Yes, thank you.

Eh... Goodbye.

I didn't think about who was
in the flat when John
was coming round.

It's just like that
at Stephen's.

Free and easy.

Was Ivanov there
when Profumo was there?

- No.
- You're sure about that?

Er, they met in the hall
sort of thing.

Eugene on his way out
as Jack was on his way in.

Or the other way round.

-Can I go for a wee now?
-In five minutes.

Were there any questions
from Ivanov about Profumo,

about you being so close
to the War Minister?

I can't remember any.

Stephen joked about it a bit,

pillow talk.

Like when, erm...

Oh, what was going on
in Berlin a while back?

When the wall went up?

The Communists putting up
the wall that divided
West and East Berlin.

Yeah, yeah, I think so.

Around that time
there was a bit of joking.

You know,
"Find out what's going on,
Eugene's dying to know."

Teasing.

Something about warheads.

Yeah, Eugene asked about that.

About warheads in Berlin?

Yeah. Yeah, I think
that's what it was.

"Ask Profumo when
they're putting warheads
in Berlin."

And did you ask Profumo?

Of course not!

-It was a joke.
-A joke?

-How did you know?
-'Cos he said it in a jokey way.

Yeah, but that's
what Ivanov said.

You're sure?

"Ask Profumo when the West
is bringing warheads
into Berlin."

Definitely.

Something like that.

There's been some developments
in the Keeler story.

It'd definitely be worth
our while to meet.

Darling.

It's always open, you know that.

Is Eugene a spy?

Goodness. Can I make
a cup of coffee first?

You're always joking about it,
Stephen. Is he?

Little baby...

Anyone who works
for the Russian embassy
is a suspect, shall we say.

That's always been
my operating assumption
with Eugene.

The same as MI5's.

Are you a spy?

Marijuana, little baby.
Paranoia is a symptom
of overuse.

Give it a rest.

All the people you know,

everything you've got on them,
the parties,

the envelopes you get me
to deliver, official business.

Whose side are you on, Stephen?

I think those newspaper men
have being dripping poison
in your ear.

The world
is a complicated place,

more complicated
than you can begin to imagine.

Little baby...

I'm on your side.

That's all you need to know.

You do know
we're on the same side.

But it makes a good story
for the papers, I suppose.

A Russian, spy games.

But you mustn't
involve Jack in it.

That would be
a terrible mistake.

Why should I keep quiet
about Jack and me?

-It happened!
-Of course it did.

But that's not the way
the world works, Christine.

A man as rich and powerful
as Jack Profumo,

he can make
a world of trouble for you.

There are other ways
to use the situation
to your advantage, little baby.

Look at me.

You can have a lovely life,

you can tear it all up,

fuck whoever you like,
any which way,

as long as you stick
to the big rule.

Don't tell.

Don't cross that line.

I've lived exactly the way
I've liked, and so can you.

It's too late, though.

I've told them everything.

You won't be
the first girl
who's lost her head

over an offer to sell her story.

Just tell them that you
exaggerated about Jack.

That you embroidered the truth.

What about his note, though?

They're keeping it
in their safe.

He calls me "darling" in it.

For Christ's sake,
Ward, I can't remember
how many notes I sent her.

Just shut it down.
I can't talk to you anymore!

Er, one moment please!

- Detective Sergeant Burrows.
- Ah, Detective.

It's Doctor Stephen Ward here.

Do you have a moment?

I was hoping we could have
a chat about Christine.

Blue.

If it's Constituents.

It's Committee.

Small mercies.

Poor old you. You look done in.

-Rakishly done in.
-Oh, thank you.

I'm sorry if I've been
neglecting you, darling.

It's all rather hands
on deck at the moment,

disasters galore,

the opposition feasting
like rats on a corpse.

The PM isn't exactly providing
inspirational leadership.

One feels one has to step up.

Then virtue will be
its own reward.

If not eventual leadership
of the party.

Very Lady Macbeth.

It's a hell of a part.

If it's anything else, Jack...

It isn't. I promise.

Work's more than enough.

Because I meant what I said.

The last time
was the last time for me.

I know.

My darling... I promise.

Ah!

♪ And darling

♪ I love you

♪ I love you always

♪ But you've gone

♪ And left me

♪ For someone else

Christine!

Christine, me love, you know.

Christina!

How the hell
did he know I was here?

Christine, you there?

♪ I love you

Every time I think
I've got away, he turns up
and turns everything to shit.

We know who gave him
the address...

Er, hello, is that
Detective Sergeant Burrows?

Yeah, it's Christine Keeler.

-♪ For someone else
-Stephen.

You need to do something,
Mr. Burrows,

before he gets a gun
like Johnny.

I thought
I was bloody safe here.

Well, there's no sign
of him now.

We'll see if we can find him,
girls, have a word.

Don't you worry.

As a matter of fact, Christine,
Doctor Ward's been talking to us

about your dependence
on cannabis.

You sure Aloysius Gordon
wasn't here for a reason?

I understand
he's a known cannabis user.

What's Stephen on about?
Putting his oar in...

He's concerned about Christine.

Thought a chat
with one of officers
in the drugs squad

might help straighten you out.

He's full of it. Concern?

Stephen's the one
that sent me to Notting Hill
in the first place to score pot.

He's the only reason
I smoke the bloody stuff!

She's right,
Stephen's into all sorts.

He's the one that you
should be talking to, not us.

Kinky sex, sex parties.

We're young girls.

That's what turns Stephen on,

picking up girls and introducing
them to men and that.

Really?

He seemed very concerned
about your welfare.

-You believe him and not me?
-That's not what I'm saying.

Look, he introduced me
to John Profumo. The politician?

And a spy, a Russian.

He had me going
between them. Yeah.

It's going to be
a really big story
in the Sunday Mirror.

Crikey. Well, that's quite
a different light on the matter.

Would you be prepared
to make a statement
about all this, Christine?

I was a naive little girl,

with more power than I ever
could have dreamed of.

You smell like my mother.

But in the end,
it wasn't enough
to save any of us.

Archie, will you get me
a direct line for Hollis?

Yes, MI5!
What other Hollis is there?

There were far bigger powers at work, you see.

The powers that really make
the world go round.

And friendships you thought
would last forever

just vanished into thin air.

Stephen may have been
the puppet master...

but he wasn't pulling
the strings anymore.

Not mine, anyway.

And the people who were...

they were set to destroy us all.