Miss Rice-Davies has lied, Miss Keeler has lied.
If we're 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!
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.
Entirely alone.
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.
Was it an overdose?
How bad is he?
Is he breathing?
Action.
And always make sure to look your very best.
Hello?
Oh, that IS bad news.
Get away!
It's open. Come on, let's go inside.
Oh, that is...
That IS bad news.
I'm sorry.
Cut.
Image is everything, little baby.
It's Stephen Ward.
He's taken an overdose.
Words to live by, eh?
*CREDITS*
- 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? I feel sick.
Again? You're not up the duff, are you?
They're saying Stephen left notes.
A whole pile of them.
Well, you won't be getting one.
You think you will?
Will the foreman please stand?
Members of the jury, are you agreed upon your verdict
in the case of Regina against Stephen Thomas Ward?
We are.
How say you on the count of procuring a girl
under the age of 21 for sexual intercourse?
Not guilty.
On the second count of procuring a girl under the age of 21
for sexual intercourse?
Not guilty.
How say you on the count of living on the immoral earnings
of Vickie Barrett?
Not guilty.
On count two, living on the immoral earnings of Marilyn Rice-Davies?
Guilty.
That's ridiculous!
How say you on count one,
living on the immoral earnings of Christine Keeler?
Guilty.
His Honour will delay sentencing
until Dr Ward is fit to return to court.
The verdict will be conveyed to Dr Ward in hospital.
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. If 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.
See? Crawling with them.
Maybe I'll come back tomorrow.
- What are you doing later? - It's already later.
I mean after the club shuts?
Having fun.
Hmm! Splendid!
And you?
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...
Westminster, four, two, five, seven, nine. Christine speaking.
You're joking.
Can they even do that?
OK, then.
Well, what do you expect me to say about it? Bye.
Well...
at least I don't have to kill myself learning all this guff!
Equity are refusing to give me a card.
I'm 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!
I mean, most of goes in tax, obviously. It's ridiculous,
I'm seriously thinking about moving abroad.
Westminster, four, two, five, seven, nine.
Oh, my...
It's not Stephen?
Chris?
No. No.
To the BBC Studio, the news.
It has been announced that Dr 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.
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.
Left your guide dog at home, have you?
Ron?
- Ron, gin and orange, by the look of it. - No, thanks.
Go on, make an old fella happy.
- Why don't you just piss off? - Jesus, all right.
Just being friendly.
You on the rag or something, love?
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.
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.
May I?
A bit too much fun.
I got fined two bob for those.
Gentlemen don't pay to see bruises.
Well, quite.
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 going to come out now.
He was supplying prostitutes to half the Cabinet,
and most of the House of Lords.
He wasn't even a real doctor. Stop talking shit about him!
Stupid cow!
You idiot!
You don't know anything about it!
That's enough now! Come on!
Get off me!
Get off!
The funeral...
The doctor's told you, Chris. You need to rest.
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.
I appreciate that you are all asking
for some personal comment from my wife and I
on the occasion of the funeral of Dr Ward.
We have no comment to make.
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.
_
Stuffy in here.
We need to open some windows.
Thought you were supposed to be taking it easy.
Just seeing how much I've got.
Cash.
Will you count it for me, doll?
- You need a bank account. - Oh, go on, count.
You might as well take the rent and all, while you're at it.
Fresh start.
- Oh, come on, Chrissie. - Sorry! Sorry!
You've kept this gentleman waiting for nearly an hour.
Look, I've got it. The, erm... The 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, is all.
Good girl.
Wouldn't have killed you to run a brush through your hair, would it?
Dream come true, eh?
I always promised you one day I'd buy you a house.
And you didn't believe me, did you Ted?
Fresh start.
For all of us.
Yeah.
Don't say you gave the papers this address, did you, love?
Course not. Just ignore them.
Say "no comment," and 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.
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 Comacchio 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 lot? If I've committed perjury or obstruction
or 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 find 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!
I've got the charges here as follows.
Two counts of conspiracy to obstruct justice,
one count of perjury, one count of conspiracy...
They want to get me, don't they?
They got Stephen...
and I'm next.
Mandy, can we get 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.
Is she guilty? I don't know about the legal details.
Sorry, gents, I'm off to the airport!
This court finds there is a case to answer on all charges.
The trial date is set for the 6th of December.
- Christine? - Chrissie? Christine?
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.
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.
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've 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...
I haven't spoken about 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.
_
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. - 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, people selling their stories,
you stand no chance whatsoever of a fair trial.
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.
They've all lied through their teeth Mr Hutchinson,
in court and out of it.
Profumo, the police, Lucky Gordon.
They all get 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 so they could 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 high-falutin', 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.
# When they hear the fella's gun
# Because the western folks all know
# He's a high-falutin', rootin', tootin'
# Son of a gun from Arizona
# Ragtime Cowboy
# Talk about your cowboy
# 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 soft-hearted little thing.
Daddy's girl.
When you were home.
There was a war on. Do me a lemon!
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.
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.
Your father? My goodness, that's quite a thing.
Don't know much about him, except for that 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...
like 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.
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.
Wait, where are you going?
If you wanted 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? Just got back.
Well, that's handy, isn't it? Just in time!
Just in time so you can be there on the one day,
the one day you know
there's going to 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 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 wander 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 want to 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.
Got a new chap, Chris?
Christine! Christine!
Christ, there's Lucky.
He's getting nowhere near you, and that's a promise.
Come on, out of the way.
So, er, just kicking off with a few legal arguments.
All very boring.
I'm confident we'll get the charges dropped. Sit tight.
I'd like to make an application, m'lud,
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 Comacchio. 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.
M'lud, in respect of the first two charges,
the defendant wishes to change her plea to guilty.
You see! I told you!
The girl lied.
No doubt about it!
Shut up!
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.
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 Dr 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.
So much confusion.
I think the verdict's coming up.
Would the defendant please rise?
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.
Thank you, Your Honour.
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!
Look straight ahead.
Turn to the left.
We're taking bets, Chrissie.
Whose was bigger, Profumo or Ward?
Nah, she likes a bit of the old black magic, don't you, darlin'?
Don't forget the Russian! Mucky little cow.
Your snatch must have had more foreign dicks in it
than the United Nations!
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're always looking to raise funds,
but I should tell you that none of
the names in my contact book
are answering my telephone calls at present.
One can't blame them for that.
Not at all.
But I'm a doer, you see.
I need to be useful.
So, um...
put me to use.
Sorry.
Clumsy me.
Posh git!
Just wave when you want me to start.
You can tell me if I'm out of tune, I don't mind.
# 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... #
_
Morning, Bill.
Morning, John.
Happy New Year.
_
Mandy's record's doing well.
It's in all the shops.
Can she even sing?
Don'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?
Toynbee Hall, Ma'am.
- Roy, do you take sugar? - Yes, please.
- How many? - Two, please.
- Thank you. Thank you, that's very kind.
Thank you. Oh, excuse me.
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.
Is Sue your secretary?
Oh, good Lord, no.
I'm not that important.
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 papers?
I didn't! I mean, not like that.
Business has dried up a bit lately, but 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.
50 quid.
100.
I told him to do one.
He told me he could use what I'd already said.
I didn't even get the 50!
If you're lying...
if there's more to come out...
I swear to God.
Mum warned me.
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?
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.
I'm as bad as everyone else who pissed on him when he was down.
Worse still, because I knew him best.
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.
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.
Whoo!
No doubt about it, little baby,
heads will turn!
Is the West End ready for us, I ask myself?
Right.
Onwards.
Oh, um, 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.
You can give a little wave to the Duke of Edinburgh, hm?
Oh, I said...
I don't like it.
I'd never ask you to do anything you didn't want to do, little baby.
You know that, hm?
We're twins.
- No, we're bloody not. - Ow!
How about you take me for a walk instead?
Christine Keeler.
Wherever 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.
Hold on.
Go on, then.
It's definitely her.
Buy you a drink, love?
No, thanks.
Hey!
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*CREDITS*