Five grand!
Not too shabby.
You're what the papers really want.
The more they want it, the more they'll pay.
Jack doesn't even get a mention!
They're shitting themselves he'll sue.
There was no impropriety
whatsoever in my acquaintanceship with Miss Keeler.
Congratulations, little baby.
You're the most famous woman in England.
You want to know who Christine Keeler is?
The real me?
Good question.
No.
That's a really good question.
Maybe Stephen could answer it for you.
I thought you was just trying it on,
saying you wanted to draw me.
Let's just hope for your sake you're better at screwing
than you are at modelling.
I'm used to having my photo taken, is all.
One click and that's it.
Ah, but it steals your soul - you didn't know that?
The camera steals your soul.
What does drawing do, then?
Shh.
Stephen Ward made Christine Keeler.
That's what he likes to tell everyone.
Cor, is that really what I look like?
Not quite.
But stick with me, little baby, and you will.
Someone should have warned him -
Dr Frankenstein created a monster.
And look what happened to him.
*CREDITS*
Great.
_
Let's see a bit of leg.
There we go.
Give me sexy, sweetheart.
Scary!
Terrific.
And, er...
Now with your kit off.
Yeah...!
I'm not joking, love.
Nudity clause? You signed a contract, fair and square.
Ask your manager.
Well, I don't want to.
If you could shift back on the seat a little.
Hold that.
I can still see them.
They told me you didn't have a problem with posing in the nude.
Doesn't matter if you can't tell the difference - how's that?
Magnificent.
Have you had any contact with Profumo, Christine?
Is your association with the War Minister over, Christine?
I can't say, we're not really in touch at the moment.
When did you last see Mr Profumo, Christine?
- Christine! - Christine!
When can I talk to the papers properly?
They must all know me and Jack had it away,
Paul, they're not stupid.
Timing, love.
It's all about timing.
Profumo's got his lawyers breathing down their necks.
Main thing is, they know you're the story!
So you're saying you support Mr Profumo's statement, Dr Ward?
I do think it unfortunate that innocent friendships
have been distorted by the press, yes.
It's reached a stage where a quite natural human love of gossip
has simply got out of hand.
Come off it, Dr Ward, it's not gossip that's got out of hand,
it's Mr Profumo's associations with this young woman!
There is nothing sinister in the sharing of a social circle.
As Mr Profumo has said, Miss Keeler came to be introduced to him
and to Mrs Profumo through me.
Yes, but what about Ivanov?
Isn't this so-called Russian attache another part of your
"social circle"?
Eugene is a good friend of mine,
and a good friend of this country.
Any implication that his intentions
are untoward are entirely untrue.
Profumo should go, no question.
Yes, thank you, Mr Wigg.
- Dr Ward. - Thank you.
It's a pleasure meeting you, Mr Wigg.
You've got it all wrong, you know,
about Jack and Ivanov in particular.
I'd be more than happy to fill you in.
Ward's a problem.
The man finds it impossible to keep his mouth shut.
But I should have...
What I mean to say, Martin, is that Ward is talking to Wigg
and Wigg will talk to Wilson,
and sure as your cock bends to the left,
Labour will cook up something to throw at us.
But Dr Ward's been extremely staunch in backing up
your statement about Miss Keeler.
I saw him on the television.
Exactly, you can see how much he loves the spotlight.
He isn't...
..sound.
Ah...
Perhaps I should have a word with the Home Secretary.
It's not working!
What's the point of libel laws
if they can just import this filth from abroad?
Val, darling...
They're selling them everywhere.
We'll get an injunction.
Not a word of it in English.
Well, it won't be, will it, since it's in French?
"Call girl"?
"Le call girl Christine"?
I don't want to know, Mum.
It's bad enough the reporters are following me everywhere.
They'll be piling up outside the Old Bailey.
I don't see why you have to go to court, though, now Johnny's in jail.
To pay the fine for not turning up.
Paul says it's all good publicity, though, me outside the Old Bailey.
Hair?
I haven't thought.
I'll book you in with Vidal.
Vidal Sassoon.
That's where I've been going.
Stephen needs to watch out.
He's so sharp, he'll cut himself one of these days.
He's like a cat, though, isn't he, Stephen?
Always lands on his feet.
Dr Ward, what to do about the talkative Dr Ward.
Do sit down, gentlemen.
Hollis, what's the view from MI5?
Gosh. Well, we've never considered Dr Ward any sort of threat
to national security.
I mean, his political views are naive, to put it mildly,
and he is the opposite of secretive,
which appears to be the trouble.
So there wouldn't be any grounds for prosecution
under the Official Secrets Act?
Absolutely not.
Miss Keeler has claimed he asked her to pump
the War Minister for information about arming West Germany.
Ah, yes, "pillow talk".
Of course, the Minister of War has unequivocally denied
having had an affair with Miss Keeler
and used parliamentary privilege to do so.
Vice.
That's where you should be looking.
All these tarts Ward has buzzing around him.
He's some sort of ponce, isn't he?
Dr Ward is very fond of female company.
Living off immoral earnings.
If the man's as flagrant about it as he seems,
it shouldn't be hard to prove.
I can have my men look into it without delay.
Obviously, the government can have no influence upon a police
operation, but if you do feel Dr Ward has been breaking the law,
and, frankly, given the stories in the newspapers,
it's quite hard to believe he hasn't been...
If he is, the Metropolitan Police will bring him to justice.
You can reassure the Home Secretary of that.
Splendid, Commissioner.
We look forward to hearing from you.
Lady Addenhall, good morning.
Good morning, Doctor.
So sorry I'm late.
Those ghastly policemen insisted on stopping me.
I told them I had an appointment.
- Policemen? - Outside.
Asking impertinent questions.
Good Lord, whatever about?
You, Dr Ward.
How extraordinary.
Do slip off a few things, Lady Addenhall - the usual drill.
Have you paid the penalty charge, Christine?
I've paid my fine, and they're taking it no further.
How do you feel, Christine?
I feel relieved.
I just want to put the past behind me now and enjoy the future.
Before you go, tell us what's next.
I'd like to concentrate on my career.
Christine! Christine! I love you, baby!
Keep away from me. I just want to talk to you.
Arrest this man, this man's threatening me!
I don't want no trouble... You're bloody trouble.
I love you, that's all I done!
That's the crime I committed, loving this girl!
Why are you in my way? Get off me, man! Let go of me, man!
Christine?
Out of the way!
I loved her. That's all I done.
That's all. That's the crime.
Christine, I just want to talk to you.
All right, man, all right.
Right, here we are.
Why can't you just put Lucky bloody Gordon in jail?
It's not that easy, Chris.
He can go where he likes.
It'd be different if he actually attacked you.
He has, loads of times!
Every time I try and bring charges against him,
he talks me out of it.
I'm too soft-hearted.
Said he'd change, did he?
Yeah, blokes like that never do, I'm afraid to say.
When I met him, he was so gentle.
He made me feel like a princess.
And then he didn't.
It's like a nightmare.
Wherever I am, turning up, ringing my friends.
One time when I tried to report him, he was threatening me with an axe.
He just really frightens me.
Well, I'm not surprised.
So this is the famous Miss Keeler!
This is Chief Inspector Herbert, Christine.
He'd like to ask you a few questions.
What about?
Stephen Ward.
Do you take milk, Mr...?
Woods. No, thank you.
Sugar?
- _ - Just one, but I can...
No, allow me.
Thank you, my dear.
Do stay if you like, little baby.
As I was saying, Woods, I'm entirely at your disposal.
If I can be of any help to the security services,
I'm only too happy to assist MI5.
It's a handy spot, this, Ward.
I envy you being right in town.
Well, it's, er, it's very convenient for my practice.
It suits us, doesn't it, Christine?
Sorry, bloody hate coffee!
Yes!
Down to the ground.
I don't have to ask you again.
Did you have intercourse with this Mr Woods?
What's this got to do with Stephen? The stuff he's asking.
Yes or no?
Did you have sex after Ward introduced you to this man?
No!
But there were other men you slept with
when you were living at Wimpole Mews.
So what? I never said I'm a nun.
Write 'em down for us, please.
The names of all the men you had sex with at Wimpole Mews.
Why should I?
Listen, young lady.
You've already spoken to Detective Sergeant Burrows
about your involvement in matters
that breach the Official Secrets Act.
Do you understand me?
Not really.
If we go for you under the Official Secrets Act, you could be
accused of treason, one of the most serious charges anyone can face.
Worse than murder.
But I never did nothing!
You know I didn't.
Just write down the blokes that Stephen introduced you to, Chrissie.
It won't go any further.
No.
It's private.
It is so nice to see you, little baby!
You look marvellous.
Hair by Vidal Sassoon, I read?
Bloody hell, Stephen, aren't you worried?
The police are saying they're after you for the Official Secrets Act
and treason.
Oh, little baby, it's all nonsense.
I-I talked to Mr Woods about Eugene from the very start,
you saw him here yourself.
As soon as Sergeant Burrows
and his friend talk to MI5, they'll realise they're on a fools' errand.
What about all the sex stuff?
What about it?
I've done nothing illegal,
and neither have you.
Not without enjoying it.
Where's that picture you did of me when I moved in?
Er, Lucky's got it, remember?
He begged me for it, when you two were still an item.
Bloody Lucky!
He's not been round here, has he?
Little baby,
some people can be like drugs.
They become addictive, even when we know they're not good for us.
You back on that, saying I'm on drugs?
The papers hear that
and my solicitors will be on to you quicker...
Hey! Hey, lawyers? What's the world come to?
Come here.
Fill me in, little baby.
I've missed our chats and I want to hear your news.
How's your love life?
I can't stay, Stephen.
I just thought you should know about the police.
That's all.
What's your name?
Watt.
What's your name?
Watt. My name is Watt!
What's yours?
It's Jennifer.
Mrs Profumo, if you want to put your side to the story,
we will be very pleased to talk to you.
This too will pass.
I know.
That doesn't help.
Someone else will slip up, the parade will move on.
You'll see.
I'm still in the job, doing what I need to do.
Soon we'll be last week's news, wrapping up fish and chips.
The glamour.
Mrs Profumo?
Let me take you to Venice.
Mandy!
Oh, copper.
You're not denying you had intercourse with men
- at Wimpole Mews? - No.
But it's not a crime, last time I looked.
Is that how you get off, Inspector?
Thinking sex is really dirty?
Chief Inspector.
Did Stephen Ward introduce you to men?
Of course he did.
And I introduced him to girls.
That's normal, isn't it?
It's called having a social life.
Names of the men he introduced you to?
Don't you lot read the papers?
Names!
Lord Astor.
Why don't you try talking to him?
Filthy business, this.
This thing with the police.
Yes, it's not pleasant.
Still, one must rise above it.
Stephen, I'd...
..I'd like you to...
- Bill, I couldn't... - No, no, please, I-I...
I want you to have it, in case of legal fees.
I sincerely hope not, but if it ever came to that, you...
You dear man.
It's just an awful business.
I have to ask you to return the keys for Spring Cottage.
People are asking me questions about Cliveden.
I'm so sorry.
You... You can see it's...
Yes, of course.
If you could see your way to writing us a letter and giving us
notice, make it look more like your idea.
I will, er, I will do it today.
We, er...
I really had...
..some of the most splendid times in Spring Cottage.
There isn't enough in here to wipe my arse with.
What am I supposed to tell the Home Secretary?
Well, it's not for the lack of trying, sir.
Ward might be a kink but he's no ponce.
There's no money involved with these girls.
He's just not living off immoral earnings.
I find that hard to believe.
In fact, I refuse to believe it.
Hey!
I've tried asking you nicely.
- Do you want some? - No, thank you.
I thought you were meant to be staying at the hotel.
I'm having fun! Do you remember that?
Oh, Mand, what are you doing?
Mand, come back!
Get stuffed!
Oh, Mand, don't be like that!
Well, don't come crying to me
when you're all over the papers for the wrong reasons.
You're impulsive, Christine, that's your trouble, you always have been!
"You're impulsive, Christine."
Oh, bloody grow up!
Hello?
Paula?
Got any fags?
Nope.
Christine's not here, Paul.
Sorry, not a clue!
Hey, what you doing?
All right?
I was just looking for fags.
That's funny, isn't it?
Snap!
You wanker! Give it back.
- Get off! - Stop it! What's going on?
He's selling my stuff to the papers, the thieving little poof!
I was just having a look!
- Piss off! - John, leave it!
You slapper!
How's it look now?
Not too bad.
I know he's your brother, Paula, but I swear,
if he comes back I will swing for him, I'll bloody swing for him again.
Stupid little prick.
I don't know what he thought he was doing.
You sure I'm OK to go out like this?
You look fine to me, baby.
Christine, how much are you charging to suck dick now?
You nasty little whore! You nasty little whore!
You're a whore, you know that?
Come on, baby, we'll go inside.
Come on, baby.
Detective Sergeant Burrows?
It's Christine.
Christine, love, are you all right?
Is he there with you now?
No, Mr Burrows, Lucky's not here, he ran off.
I want you to get him this time.
I think the bobbies are here, what should we do?
Should they stay and wait for you or should they go after Lucky?
- Police was quick, man. - Too soon, I've got a charge out on me.
No, no, no, it's just Paula and me here.
Hang on.
Go in the bedroom, go on!
You know what the coppers are like, better get them out of here.
Come on, quick.
Well, they should go after Lucky, shouldn't they?
He can't keep doing this!
Yeah, all right.
This could be handy.
You've been in the wars, Chris, there's no doubt about it!
I'm going to be black and blue, Mr Burrows.
Yeah, well, we'll see what the doctor has to say.
He'll have to write a report if you're going to press charges.
You are pressing charges this time?
Definitely.
This is it, Mr Burrows, I mean it.
Lucky's not getting away with it again.
Good girl.
You look on the bright side, a shiner like that,
you've got Lucky Gordon bang to rights.
Lucky Gordon!
Your luck's run out tonight, my lad.
Does Dr Ward buy hemp from you?
Christine.
Christine's got the taste for weed.
Yeah, we know all about Christine, you've told us, chapter and verse.
What about Ward and other girls?
Why you asking me about Stephen?
I'm not saying nothing against him, he's a good man.
I'm not saying nothing else without a solicitor!
You telling me my job now, boy?
We're just having a chat, Lucky, have we asked you to sign anything?
Always tail at Stephen's.
Honey for the bees.
High-class men, low-class men, they all like pretty girls.
Were they, er, paying for it, these high-class men?
You'll have to ask them, man.
I never paid for a girl in my life.
Christine? Was she getting money for sex?
She'd do anything.
Like I've being telling you, the girl's no good.
All this business with the big man in government, Profumo,
she'll be draining him dry.
Did Christine ever talk to you about Stephen Ward introducing her
to Mr Profumo?
Or to other men?
Why should I help you out?
'58, I was in a coma after you all worked me over,
then you do me for assaulting a police officer!
You could get a couple of years for assault now, Aloysius.
Christine's had the doctor out, she's in a pretty bad way.
Nasty black eye, bruising to the ribs.
Black eye! I barely touched her! Ask any of them who was there!
Not her friend, she'll lie. The brothers.
The brothers? I thought it was just the girls.
West Indian gents, are they, Lucky?
You'd better give us their names.
I'm not sure of their names, now.
Bollocks you aren't.
Spades sticking together, is it?
We'll see how long that lasts.
Christine?
You're not going to let Lucky off, are you, Mr Burrows?
Not again?
Now that's the last thing that we want to happen, Christine,
believe me, but it's going to be tricky, if these friends of yours
turn up, if they tell a different story
about your black eye.
It was Lucky who punched you?
Ready for action, Chrissie?
Oh.
- You going to be long? - No, it's fine.
Christine's a busy girl these days.
But for us to charge Lucky for that assault,
it's best if you, er, come in as soon as possible
and sign that statement.
Last thing we want is Lucky getting away with it again.
Of course, whenever you like.
Later today?
Hang on, when are we going to do this taping for your autobiography?
I thought you said they were expecting me for these photos.
For the film publicity.
Oh, yeah.
Can't keep up, me.
You'd better get a move on, hadn't you?
Sure you don't want to see me now, Mr Burrows?
No, you get on.
And don't worry, Christine, as long as your story holds up,
Lucky's not going to be bothering you again.
We'll make sure of that.
Thanks.
- Ah, Lady Addenhall. - I'm sorry about the appointment...
- Of course, not at all. - There were no trains...
I know how unreliable the trains can be.
I shan't be able to get to you.
Well, perhaps we can make an appointment for later in the week?
Or even today, if... if you manage to get a later train.
I-I-I think I can squeeze you in.
That's quite all right, my shoulder is quite recovered, in any case.
Of course, I understand.
I'll telephone if I need to see you again.
Well, I am glad to hear the shoulder is feeling so much better.
Goodbye, Dr Ward.
Do take a seat.
It's, er, it's good of you to see me, I know you're a busy man.
Not at all, Dr Ward.
But I'm not entirely clear what it is you think I can do for you.
Well...
The police appear to be set on finding something to charge me with,
and it's causing me a great deal of inconvenience.
They're asking my clients the most objectionable questions.
Forgive me, I don't see how the government comes into this.
Well, it's this business with Christine, you see.
Miss Keeler, I mean, and, er, Mr Profumo.
It's difficult because I, er, I don't know how frank
Mr Profumo has been with you.
Mr Profumo's statement to the House is a matter of record.
There was no impropriety.
Of course.
And naturally I've backed him to the hilt.
I just wondered if there was anything that you could do
to get the police to see reason and leave me alone.
The activities of the police are wholly separate
from those of government, Dr Ward.
This isn't Russia!
Look, if the whole story were to come out...
I mean, there are details that could cause embarrassment at many,
many levels, the security services as well as government.
Is this some kind of threat?
No, not in the slightest.
It's just that I, er, I just wondered
if there was anything that could...
..that you could do, or the Home Secretary, to call the police off.
Well, as I say...
..no.
It's just
I don't see how I'm meant to make a living if it continues, you see.
I'm awfully sorry I can't be of more help to you.
It's very common.
People think politicians have far more influence than we actually do.
Odd fellow.
Make sure I get a transcript, once you've run it past Hollis.
..there are details that could cause embarrassment at many,
many levels, the security services as well as government.
Is this some kind of threat?
- Hello? - Leconfield House...
Hello, yes, I would like to speak to Mr Woods, please, room 323.
Hello?
I'm afraid there's no-one of that name working here.
Ah. Er, perhaps...
Sir?
Oh, that was the name I was given, you see.
Perhaps you could put me through to whoever's in that office, then,
room 323.
There is no room 323.
I'm sorry, sir, perhaps you have the wrong number?
Driving without a licence.
Forgery of a licence.
You wouldn't.
How did you come to have a dodgy licence, Mandy?
Peter sorted it out for me,
when he gave me the car for my 17th.
The late Peter Rachman provided you with a forged licence?
Well, he said it was kosher.
Yeah, about as kosher as a bacon sandwich.
I believe her, about Rachman.
All right.
But there's still driving without a licence.
We can't let that go.
Tell us about Stephen, Mandy.
The men he introduced you to.
I want a solicitor.
I'm meant to be going on holiday.
That's a shame.
There's a terrible backlog at the Magistrates' Court.
Hope you packed a toothbrush, Mandy.
You wouldn't.
It might be a week or so before your case comes up.
You bastards!
In you go.
- Ta. - You got change?
Oh, I thought it was a tip.
I was going to put the flags out.
Day I get a tip from a copper.
Is that meant to be you?
Can you tell?
Is Mandy all right? They said she's not allowed any visitors.
She's fit as a fiddle!
She's only on remand, till her case is heard.
Here, let me.
Ta.
You're looking well, Christine.
Sleeping better, aren't I,
now I know Lucky's not going to come after me?
Nothing to worry about, but
we've got the names of the blokes Lucky says were there that night.
Fenton and Camacchio.
Still, we've had no luck finding 'em so far.
I'm not surprised.
- Since they're figments of his imagination. - Yeah.
Would be a great shame if Lucky got off again.
Chief Inspector Herbert would like another word with you
about Stephen Ward.
You going to lock me in Holloway too?
You free now?
Ronna, are you all right?
Do I fucking look all right?
Christine?
I'll do my best.
I want to help you, I do, but I'm not going to lie about Stephen.
I don't see why not. You've lied about everything else.
We never wanted you to lie, Christine.
It's like with Lucky, we listened to what you had to say.
And that's turned out tickety-boo.
Well, fingers crossed.
You do still want to see him put away, yeah?
Course I do.
- More than anything in the world. - Right.
Let's just go through everything with you and Stephen again.
From when you moved in to Wimpole Mews.
Size?
Average.
- _ - Not circumcised.
Oh, and...?
He tried using his mouth on me.
I didn't like it.
I didn't!
You're so warped.
Why do you always want to hear about it?
Next best thing to watching.
Oh, God.
Well, you've done enough of that.
While I've got it...
For the phone bill.
One day, none of us will be ashamed of sex,
and the world will be a better place.
But if no-one was ashamed...
..would you get as excited?
Do you know, sometimes I think you're much brighter
than I give you credit for.
Piss off!
Aren't you meant to be seeing your mum?
Dear Mr Brooke, I have lived and practised as an osteopath...
Dear Mr Wilson, recently there was a great deal of publicity
over the attempted shooting of Christine Keeler...
Dear Sir Wakefield, it has come to my notice that
the Marylebone police are questioning my patients and friends...
The efforts to conceal the true relationship
between Miss Keeler and Mr Profumo...
This inquiry has been going on day after day for weeks.
I will endure this persecution no longer.
I intend to make a statement to the press about this matter.
Yours sincerely, Stephen Ward.
Hello?
Oh, for Christ's sake!
Have some common decency, man!
Darling!
Let's get you home.
Fuck a fucking duck.
You going to say that's forged now?
We can't have you skipping the country.
I'm not skipping the country.
I'm going on holiday!
Well, it's obviously a misunderstanding.
Peter rented a telly for me
and since he died, nobody picked up the bill, that's all.
Well, it's your name on the rental agreement, Mandy, not Rachman's.
You're the one in arrears.
You can't go after me for a poxy TV set now!
If you've broken the law, you've broken the law.
Please, Inspector.
You can't put me back in Holloway again.
Tell us about Stephen.
_
Far from the madding crowd.
Right.
Drink in the bar?
Room service, I think.
Champagne,
very cold.
Dr Ward has been a busy man! Mr Wilson's read his letter.
Has the Prime Minister opened his yet?
Or maybe you should, er, warn his doctor to be on hand,
in case the shock is too much for him.
Hearing Profumo's been lying through his teeth!
Pronto.
Jack, Martin here. Look, I'm sorry to do this,
but you're going to have to cut short your trip and come back to London.
It's the PM, he wants to see you.
Urgently.
This chap Ward's been stirring the pot, I'm afraid.
You'd think the Prime Minister could wait a couple more days to see me.
It's ridiculous.
Bloody ridiculous!
To have to go through the whole infernal rigmarole again.
If they're trying to push me out, they picked the wrong man.
The party's in a sorry state without me.
Who are they going to turn to? Douglas-Home?
Jack, enough.
Enough.
You're like a little boy caught with his hand in the jam jar.
The more you're cornered,
the more you convince yourself you've done nothing wrong.
Please don't insult my intelligence, I don't care about anyone else's.
You've had a good run, darling.
It's time to face the music.
It's not cowardice, it's common sense.
And kindness, to David and me.
It'll only get worse, you know.
It couldn't possibly get much worse.
I dare say it can.
I hope she was worth it.
The Secretary of State for War, John Profumo,
has tended his resignation to the Prime Minister.
In a letter to Mr Macmillan,
Mr Profumo admitted lying to the House of Commons
in a personal statement
in which he denied any impropriety
with the 21-year-old model Christine Keeler.
The Prime Minister has accepted Mr Profumo's resignation
with immediate effect, describing it as a great tragedy
for Mr Profumo himself as well as for his family and friends.
Mr Profumo has now admitted to an association with Miss Keeler,
after first meeting her at Lord Astor's Cliveden estate
in the summer of 1961.
Although Mr Profumo has declined to comment,
sources in government have said
that a thorough investigation will be instigated.
And in related news,
Miss Keeler is due to appear at the Old Bailey today
as a prosecution witness in the trial of Aloysius Gordon,
who is accused of assaulting her in April of this year.
The Prosecution calls Christine Margaret Keeler.
Think carefully about what you're saying, Christine.
Quiet, please.
Miss Keeler, was there anyone else present
when Mr Gordon attempted to speak to you outside your flat?
Yes, my friend Paula.
No-one else was with you?
No, that's right.
That's a lie!
She been lying ever since she come to the Grove with Stephen Ward.
Ask her!
Did she want me to find a girl to make a foursome?
Be quiet, Mr Gordon, for the last time,
or I'll have you removed from court.
And I don't want him as my brief no more, he won't put the questions.
What is it he's saying?
The defendant wants to conduct his own defence.
I've tried to dissuade him, m'lud.
Is this true, Mr Gordon?
Yes, Your Honour. Thank you for listening to me.
I said this morning I didn't want Mr De Ville.
He won't call my witnesses.
Which witnesses are these?
Mr Profumo, Your Honour, Stephen Ward...
Is he allowed to do that?
..Mandy Rice-Davies, Pete Camacchio and Truello Fenton.
Truello sometimes goes by Watt.
Those two know what went on.
I didn't give Christine no black eye!
Chrissie?
I can't breathe! I can't get my breath properly.
Hey, in and out, in and out.
Can he really call Camacchio and Watt?
What'll happen now I've said it was just Paula and me?
The judge, he might want us to have a go.
But finding them's another matter.
Don't worry, Chrissie.
You can trust me. Yeah? You know you can.
Here's a little secret.
We've got Camacchio in custody.
Safe and sound.
He won't be coming anywhere near this courtroom.
I told you, we'll look after you.
- Yeah, yeah. - Good girl.
All rise.
Mr Gordon, please stand.
Aloysius Gor...
Can I just say one more thing, Your Honour?
I just want to say that Christine is in my heart...
That's quite enough!
Aloysius Gordon, you have been found guilty of assault
with intent to cause grievous bodily harm.
In accordance with the charge,
I sentence you to three years at Her Majesty's pleasure.
Well done, Chris.
You the liar.
Hey, that's it.
He's gone.
Thank you.
Well done, Chris.
Now...
You scratch our back.
There's a good girl.
So, here we are again.
"This doctor would also give me money, between 15 and £25,
"which he would leave on the dressing table
"or some other location in the room.
"We had intercourse around five times over the course of a few weeks.
"The total payments were around £100...
"After the relationship with Mr Profumo,
"I stayed living at Wimpole Mews
"and met other individuals through Dr Ward.
"I also introduced young women who I met through Murray's Club
"and modelling...
"Gave the defendant money for rent and food
"and around £25."
Good girl, Christine.
Go on, show us again.
- _ - Do you have to do the face?
Oh, piss off. That is the proper way, I promise.
And to think that I've been getting out of sports cars for years,
entirely self-taught.
Go on, then, show us how it's done, if you're so bloody clever!
The trick is to keep your legs together.
There's a challenge for you, little baby, you can never go too long.
Shut up!
OK. And one, two, three.
Morning, Stephen.
Good morning.
Do you mind if I lock up, Detective Sergeant?
Stephen Ward, I'm arresting you for living wholly or in part
on the immoral earnings of prostitution, on diverse dates
since 1st January, 1961.
Oh, my God, how dreadful!
You do not have to say anything, but anything you do say
may be used in evidence against you.
Right you are.
You do realise no-one will come forward to say it's true.
So what's it like, being Christine Keeler?
Do you see yourself as a femme fatale?
Femme fatale, what's that?
A fatal woman - someone who lures men to their doom.
That's a bit dramatic.
Just an ordinary girl who happened to be in the right place,
or the wrong place, at a certain time, that's all.
You don't see yourself as this sexy, dangerous girl?
Not really, no.
I mean, if that's how people see me...
Are you saying I'm dangerous because I'm sexy?
- Like they're the same thing? - You're definitely sexy, sweetheart.
Are you dangerous?
Mr Profumo would say you are.
John Edgecombe. Lucky, for sure.
And now Stephen Ward.
I suppose the thing about me is,
you can't really tell me what to do.
It makes me wild.
Then you have to watch out.
Well, we've been warned!
I'm not in the mood, Paul. Hey, what you doing?
- I said I'm not in the mood. - Christine, love...
You don't get it, do you?
I don't want to do this any more.
You're fired, actually. Go on, get out!
- You're being a bit crazy, love! - Maybe I am.
Maybe I'm really dangerous!
Go on, piss off!
Fine.
Agh!
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