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?
*CREDITS*
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, Christine.
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, please?
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.
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