The Trial of Christine Keeler (2019) s01e06 Episode Script
Episode 6
1 [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
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