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I'm an ordinary sort of person.

Maybe hard to believe, but I've
never longed for the spotlight.

REPORTERS CLAMOUR

But somehow, the spotlight found me.

Christine!

How can you know when your
story begins?

Like any girl my age, I'd always
dreamt of meeting Prince Charming.

Then I met John Profumo.

John was never Prince Charming.

I knew that from the very beginning.

Ahem.

Oh, shit!

You're 19 years old...

..innocent, guilty.

Shit!

How can one girl have the power to
bring a whole world tumbling down?

Oh, Christine!

Christine! Christine!

Did you take my fags?

Johnny?

# Who are you

# That I should be mindful of...?

Excuse me.

# You ran for refuge

# Then why lie? #

Hm. Sorry, we're closed.

I'm supposed to be at this
toothpaste thing.

Johnny! We need the money.

Oh, God, I swear, if you ladder
my stockings, I'll kill you.

For fresher, cleaner teeth and minty
bright, all day freshness.

HE CHUCKLES
What?

Minty, bright freshness.

Minty, bright, all day freshness!

Bloody hell, I've not even brushed
my teeth, you know.

Oh, I'm going to be so late.

Ah, you're always late, woman.

Hm, your fault.

# You could puff

# Huff and puff

# Till you bus'

# It shall be rough

# Rough and tough

# On your side... #

Men are such fools.

WOLF WHISTLE

But I like 'em.

And they seem to like me.

If a man finds a girl attractive,
is she the one to blame?

Ah, ah, ah...

..careful, please!

Ah, ah, ah, ah.

No butter, Mandy.

I know, I know.

It's Velvet.

Very good, Velvet, I'm not
calling you bloody Velvet.

Where did that bread come from?

The shop.

18, 20, 24 slices in the loaf,
there should be 22 left.

Maybe they're cutting down
and making it smaller,

but charging the same?

Anyway, I had toast for breakfast.

This is yesterday's, isn't it?

No, I had toast, two slices.

Please stop, Mandy, you can lie to
me all you like,

but I'm not eating this bread.

I had toast!

Fine, you can starve for all I care.

The world's about to end, anyway.

Miserable, old git.

I've had it up to here
with him, Chris.

I mean, today of all days, right?

Why, what's today?

It's my 18th.

Oh, of course it is,
happy birthday, doll.

And look what he gives me.

Oh, must be 500?
A thousand.

Would it have killed him to
splash out sixpence extra

on a bit of wrapping paper?

Peter's Peter,
gave you a Jag last year.

Maybe he's run out of ideas?

He's run out something.

Sweetheart?

Full English, please.

Mand?

Erm, coffee, please.

18's not that old.

I just want to have a bit of fun,
you know?

You could have a lot of fun
for a thousand quid.

I was thinking of having
my nose done.

You know, Harley Street job.

The photographers say it kinks
out on the side.

Looks fine to me.

Really?

There you go, love.

Thanks, doll, I'm skitters.

Keep the change.

Thank you.

Did you go to your audition dressed
like that?

With a ladder in your stocking?

It was for toothpaste, they
weren't looking at my legs.

They always look at your legs.

Christine Margaret Keeler,
you didn't go, did you?

Well, why not?

That was a really good
opportunity, Chris.

Good day to you, ladies.

Oh, bloody hell.

Can't stop, Lucky, in a bit
of a rush?

You going to see somebody is it?

It's none of your business?

Look, you think I cannot follow
you everywhere you go?

Leave her alone.

So you shacked up now,
you little whore?

Yeah, maybe I am.

You bastard.

You see what you make me do?

Bloody hell, Chris, are you OK?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

I'm going to call the police, OK...
No! This can't keep happening.

Just...

Let's go to Stephen's, come on.

Dr Stephen Ward.

He was always there to save me.

And there never seemed
to price to pay...

..or so I thought.

Open your mouth, little baby.

A little wider.

Ah, you'll live.

The swelling might come
up in a few hours.

I think I have some arnica
somewhere.

Well, I told her to go to
the police.

It's fine.

Lucky'll get over it.

Must have just heard about
me and Johnny.

Chris, here, darling, on this at
least, Lucky and I see eye to eye.

The last thing you need in your
complicated little life

is another low-life
Jamaican boyfriend.

He's not Jamaican.

He's from Antigua.

Johnny can't stick Jamaicans.

And he's nothing like Lucky.

You're just prejudiced.

Oh, no, you know it's not that.

I just... I worry about you,
that's all.

Nice arse.

Thank you.

Anyone we know?

Strictly professional, little baby,
a man has his needs.

I'll pop to the launderette later.

It's just until I sort myself out.

You can stay here as long as you
like, darling, you know that.

That is if we're spared.

Spared?

Khrushchev's missiles.

Cuba, little baby.

The Russians?

Oh, bloody Russians.

Is ten all right, Mand?

Help yourself.

But...you need start taking your
modelling seriously, Christine.

Tell her, Stephen.
DOORBELL RINGS

Talking of Russians...

Bloody hell, Eugene, why don't you
just leave your toothbrush here? Hm.

MI5 may have been watching
Captain Ivanov,

but, to me, it was just another
one of Stephen's friends.

I had no idea what an extraordinary
life I was leading.

But then, Mr Profumo was
the extraordinary one, not me.

Jolly good.

APPLAUSE

Salute.

But lunch is always very good.

It'd better be.

Terribly sorry, sir.

My mother is a tremendous
fan, Miss Hobson.

She simply would never forgive me.
Of course.

I go by Mrs Profumo, these days, but
let's not disappoint your mother.

Thank you. Thank you.

I sometimes think I should become
Prime Minister just to trump you.

They'd still ask for my autograph.
They'd ask for mine first!

Mr Profumo. Yes. Daily Mirror, sir.

Anything to say about
the Cuba situation?

Yes, the Prime Minister
is absolutely right.

We cannot bow to
bullying from the Soviets.

Shall we?

Everyone was
worrying about the bomb,

when they should have been
worrying about me.

I was much more dangerous
than Russia.

Oh, shit!

Ah, Christine.

A towel, Jack.
Give the poor girl that towel.

Of course.

Right you are.

GIGGLING

Sorry! Oh, God!
Did you see them?

You're an absolute bugger!
You knew I was going for a swim.

Naked as nature intended.
Poor Jack didn't know where to look.

He knew exactly where
to bloody look!

I suppose it saves me
from introducing you formally to

Mr Profumo. Profumo.

Is he foreign?

He's the coming man, little baby.

Might be our next Prime Minister.

Oh.

His wife's very beautiful.

Even more than at the pictures.

She's stunning.

For a woman of her age.
But she is her age.

And I'd say Mr Profumo only
has eyes for you.

SHE SQUEALS

NEWSROOM CHATTER

Here's the thing.

It's all very well building Profumo
up to tear the Prime Minister down.

We don't want the Tories in at all,
do we?

I thought you said the film star
angle goes down well with

the punters.
Like strawberries and cream.

Along with the war hero angle,
that's the trouble.

We're making them
look like the golden couple.

Fortunately for us,
nobody's perfect, are they?

Would you like me to have a sniff?
Sniff away, Alan, my lad.

See if anything stinks.

If the Tories are thinking
of getting rid of the PM

and replacing him
with the Fifth Baron Profumo...

..the public has a right to know
the kind of man he is.

Aha! So, this is what you've
been up to, Jack!

Stands firm?! What the
hell are they implying?

Ah, they're just solid on this
missile nonsense.

And you've got
the balls for the top job. Ha!

If the old man could ever be
persuaded to retire!

Hm, he seems determined to drop in
harness. We may have to shoot him.

HE CHUCKLES
Keep up the good work.

You look smashing! Really? Mm.

I'd give you a job.

And the other.

Disgusting! What did you say?

Hey, Christine!
Don't let it get to you, eh?

Stony-faced old cow should be
minding her own fucking business!

And we should be minding ours.

Heard a lot worse. Believe me.

Good luck, doll. Mm.

What about that two pounds
I gave you?

I took... Mum! Mum, listen!

Look, I can't give it to you
straightaway,

but I've got a few things coming up.
..Putting yourselves all over
the world, even in Communist soil.

Just...things. They want me
for this advert on the telly.

Toothpaste.

I know things are tight!

I'm doing everything I can,
all right?

Well, give him ten bob now and tell
him he can have the rest next week!

What is happening in Cuba is the
same that is happening in Germany.

That was half a crown at least!
I'll owe you!

God, my mum! It's like feeding
shillings into the bloody gas meter,

but it never gets warmer.
I think they're handmade shoes.

What?

Mr Eddowes.
Is he one of Stephen's patients?

Yeah, solicitor, or something.

Owns a few restaurants, too.

Be my guest, but I thought you'd had
it with old blokes. I like them.

I do.

As long as they're presentable.

Presentable?
All the way to the bloody bank!

I couldn't agree more. I'm blowing
missiles instead of money!

Now, you sound more Russian than
ever, my friend!

The game is not important.
It's how you play it.

You're a lucky man. My dear Michael,
there is no such thing as luck.

Ha!

Only an alertness to the
opportunities life has to offer you.

TOILET FLUSHES
Better be off.

You know, you can always bunk
with me if you like, little baby.

No, Johnny'll be wondering
where I got to.

You got five bob for the cab?

Help yourself.

Ahem. At the risk of sounding
like a broken record,

you could do a lot
better for yourself than Johnny.

Thanks...

..Dad.

Chrissie, look at you.
Your face is your fortune.

Notting Hill's not doing you
any favours.

At your age, with your connections,
my connections... I'm not Mandy!

All's I want's a bit of a laugh

and enough spare to keep
my mum off my back.

All. Not all's.

All!

Eddowes, though.

Cash to burn
and an eye for a pretty girl.

You know the drill.

You can have your cake and eat it.

You never eat it.

Just like watching everyone else
stuffing themselves.

Crumbs everywhere!

Kinky sod!

I have to fancy them, Stephen.
Either I do, or I don't.

You know, if you are really
short of cash,

you could always go back
to Murray's.

Stick it up your jumper! Hmm!

# I like cake and no mistake

# But, baby, if you insist

# I'll cut out cake
just for your sake

# Baby, come on and knock me a kiss

# When you pressed your lips to mine

# 'Twas then I understood

# They taste like candy,
dandy and fine

# Peaches, bananas
and everything good

# I love jam and no flimflam

# Scratch that off my list

# This ain't no jam,
the jam can scram

# Baby, come on and knock me a kiss

# Knock me a kiss. #

Good girl, thank you.

Can I pour you more champagne, sir?

That stuff bears as much resemblance
to champagne as I do to Rock Hudson.

SHE GIGGLES
But, yes, please.

What are you doing later?

It's already "later".

I mean after the club shuts.

Having fun?

Splendid!

And you?

You know, I could introduce
you to a lot more fun.

Murray's, guv.

It's a topless cabaret.

One of the dancers was very friendly
with Mr Profumo, apparently.

Have you spoken to her? They said
she finished there months ago.

Well, she can't have vanished into
thin air. Did you get her name?

Christine Keeler.

Christine Keeler.

I want this one, Alan.
You need to find her.

Cherchez la bint.

Stephen's right. You've got a lovely
place here, Mr Eddowes.

Michael, please.

I was so delighted that you
accepted my invitation.

I thought perhaps you wouldn't.

Oh. Let me.

That's rather smart.

It was a present.
From an admirer, no doubt.

Jack Profumo, actually.

Profumo? The War Minister?

He's something in government,
isn't he?

Something important, anyway.

Christine... Thank you ever
so much for lunch, Michael.

You're very sweet.

Darby and Joan, those two.

Isn't Ward worried the
Russian chap's a spy?

Eugene?

Stephen says it doesn't matter
because...

Well, cos wotsit's keeping
an eye on him.

You know, they listen
in on the phones as well. MI5?

Makes him feel important.

See you later, Michael.

Christine, baby!
You stay away from me! No, listen!

I just want to apologise
for our misunderstanding.

I wasn't thinking straight.

You're not right in the bloody head,
that's why!

Mr Eddowes, can you get me
out of here, please? Look here!
This really isn't on!

If you would be kind enough to
allow me to explain myself.
I don't want to talk to you, Lucky!

When are you going to get it? We're
not together, you and me, any more!
We're finished! Listen, Christine.

Please. Lucky, all right, you're not
doing yourself any
favours. Edgecombe is no good!

You need to know that! Him slipping
it to every girl he meets! Well,
he's twice the bloke you'll ever be,

so piss off out my business! No,
listen, me just trying to apologise.

Drive! Me trying to help you,
Christine, man!

Get off of me, man!

Lucky says it's me.

I drive him crazy.

Got that right.

You drive ME crazy.

Man's got a screw loose.

Everyone knows that.

I should get a gun to keep me safe.

The only thing he understands.

Hm.

I'll keep you safe.

Will you?

Every way I know how.

Are you sure you didn't
get that job? Yeah.

They said they weren't hiring.

Which is what they always say
before you see a white guy walk up

and shake their hand.

Do you know anyone who could get
hold of a gun?

You got the wrong man, girl!

Johnny Edgecombe is a man of peace.

Peace.

And music.

And love.

You sure about that?

GUNSHOT

GUNSHOT

GUNFIRE

I'm not certain this is a good idea,
Stephen.

You know Mandy.
Always keen on a new experience.

No, no, I meant putting
Arran and Ivanov together.

Perhaps we should leave
politics to the politicians.

GUNSHOT

Although, obviously, you will get
rid of Mandy before lunch?

I wouldn't dream of bringing her
to the house, Bill, you know that.

Mutually assured destruction.

The world
is on the brink of nuclear war

and Lord Arran has
the ear of the Prime Minister.

GUNSHOT

I can mention your idea
to the PM, Dr Ward.

Though I'm not quite clear what
a Russian naval attache is doing,

attempting to set up peace talks.

Well, not everyone in the Kremlin
is as hellbent on war as

Khrushchev, my Lord.

And my friendship with Eugene
puts me in a rather unique

position, you might say.

GUNSHOT
Bloody hell!

Oh!
DOG BARKS

Oh, bugger! Careful, Miss!

Sorry.

I'll take that.
CHUCKLES

This Arran, he don't take me
seriously, I can tell.

Eugene, Lord Arran is an
English aristocrat.

He's spent a lifetime perfecting the
same expression for everything,

whether he takes it
seriously or not.

What do you think Eton's for?

You didn't go to Eton, my friend.

These public schools that are
in fact private, it's...

I went to a public
school, just not Eton.

Or Harrow, or Charterhouse,
or Winchester, or Sherborne!

Sherborne is practically a minor
public school, actually. Good.

I've caught you. Bill's in the bath,
but he's suffering, I can tell.

His sacroiliac's out.

If you can spare the time, do
pop along, would you?

After supper.

I can always spare you
the time, Lady Astor.

You've met, I think, Captain Ivanov.

I imagine you already know
Lady Astor was a celebrated

mannequin before she met
her husband.

Well, retired. We all
retire when we marry.

Not from everything, I hope?

Forgive me, Captain. We're just
about to beat the gong.

We didn't get an invitation
for supper, huh?

I fear my presence reminds
Lady Astor of Bill's bachelor days.

Beans on toast at the cottage,
old chap. Food of gods!

Communism, my friend. Communism.

High society.

Stephen couldn't resist a toff any
more than he could a pretty face.

He saw himself as so much
more than just a doctor.

And with his finger in all those
pies, is it any surprise MI5

were beginning to wonder
whose side he was on?

Dr Ward, our society osteopath.

Foreign Office passed it on.

I always knew Ward was a loose
cannon, but really!

He's been on to Lord Arran, trying
to set up a peace summit here

in London. Seems to think he can
solve the Cuban Crisis.

He's a back doctor, for God's sake!

Clearly, he considers himself
something of an emissary for the

moderate Russian view. Emissary
for cloud-ruddy-cuckoo-land!

Peace! That is the last thing
Comrade Ivanov's interested in!

Surely Ward sees it. The man's
a threat to national security.

He's playing Ward
like a Stradivarius.

If only we knew the tune.

You're continuing to keep an
eye? Certainly am, sir.

Ivanov's always at Wimpole Mews and
Ward keeps interesting company.

These popsies of his
that come and go.

I was wondering if it would be
useful to have a word with them.

Good God! Whatever for?

It's just, well, they're clearly
very close to both Ward and Ivanov.

And there's started to be a certain
amount of noise about one of

the girls and the Secretary
of State for War. Profumo?

Well, we know about that.
It's done and dusted.

Let's leave well alone.

Especially when we can see
exactly what they are.

Window dressing.

Parsley on the plate.

These girls aren't going
to cause any trouble.

Not bad for twenty quid, eh?

Said it was from the war.

Stop pointing that thing.

SHE GIGGLES
It's not loaded.

Yet.

Oh, come on! Let's go out.

I can't remember the last
time we went dancing.

Do you fancy it?
The all-nighters?

Yeah, but not with this.
No, no, no, come on!

I told you, didn't I?

I'll look after you, darling, hey?

Rargh!
SHE SQUEALS

You're looking good. You're
not so bad, yourself.

Best looking girl in the West End.

Come on. All right.

Oh, flippin 'eck!

Jack? Mm.

You haven't happened to see this
month's parliamentary sketch,

have you? Good God, no!

Do I look like a dipsomaniac
backbencher?

Perhaps you should take a look.

You see what they're implying?

It's obtuse enough.

"Who spilt the beans to MI5?

"Because every time the card playing
Russian spy arrived to admire

"the showgirl's curves, out
of the backdoor slipped the

"Honourable Member for X."

I wouldn't call that obtuse.
It's you and Christine!

Nonsense, Bill. It's absolute tosh!
It was all over months ago.

Christine who?

Bill looks awfully worried. He came
out of the womb looking like that.

It's just Westminster gossip.
I'll fill you in after supper.

You know I love you, right?

Don't turn round,

but Lucky's here.

Don't!

Are you scared? No.

He's the guy with the problem.
Screw him!

It's a free country.

Hey, cool it!

Cool it!

I got plenty of trouble without you
running around finding it for me.
I don't want trouble.

If he doesn't like it,
he can piss off. Come on!

Leave it, man, it's not worth it!
It's disrespect!

What was that, man? Listen,
come on, you know me.

Leave it, leave it! Watch out!
What you trying to do to me, hm?

Rubbing my nose in it!
You know everybody know me here!
That's enough for now, man!

We don't want any trouble! This
has nothing to do with you, man!
This has everything to do with me!

Not so full of it now, are you? Shut
your fucking mouth! I said leave it!
What you going to do?

I swear to you, I go box you
right now! Swear what?!

Come on!

Yeah, go on, go on, go on!
SHE SCREAMS

You little bitch!

Leave her alone! Leave her alone?

Johnny! You try and play bad?
What you going to do?

Go on, now! Do it, now!

Go on, now! What you got?

Bring it!
SCREAMING

Cut me.

Everybody see it, him cut me!

Them go' jail you!

You mad bitch!

Them go' jail both of you!

Go on, run! Run!

Christine, where are you?

Christine!

PHONE RINGS

What's that? Mandy? What?

Under the pillow! Oh, calm down.
It's only a bit of Fruit and Nut,

in case... In case? What in case?
Well, a bomb.

If the warning goes off, it doesn't
matter if it gives me spots,
does it?

Marylebone 643. It's all kicked
off with Lucky! Get Stephen!

Oh, no! Stephen's at the cottage.
I'm in proper trouble, Mand!

I'm going to come over.

No, listen, just lie
low for a bit, OK?

Peter's here. Talk to you tomorrow.

Stephen will be back by then.
Mand! Get...

PHONE PIPS
Shit!

Christine, what are you
playing at? We got to split!

No! Before the pigs! Baby, come on!

Why did you have to cut him?!

DOOR OPENS

Oh, little baby, what
is it about you?

Chaos seems to follow you
wherever you go.

It wasn't me who pulled
a knife. No, I know.

But I did hear your knight in
shining armour gave Lucky

a face full of stitches.
Lucky started it.

The police should be after him,
just as much as Johnny.

And any good solicitor will
make exactly that case.

Self-defence.

If Lucky provoked him, struck the
first blow. Of course he bloody did!

I never thought Johnny would
pull a stunt like that.

Never thought he had it in him.

Notting Hill, little baby.
What did I say?

I am not moving back to
Wimpole Mews, Stephen.

Did I even suggest it? I can't
always come crying to you, can I?

I've got to stand on my
own two feet.

How much does a good
solicitor cost, anyway?

Little baby!

Lots and lots of money.

Wiggy's brother got
a place in Brentford.

I'm not going to Brentford.

Stephen's right. And Mr Eddowes.

You have to hand yourself in.

Fuck that!

Mr Eddowes.
Is that who you're seeing?

Don't start that again.
Checking up on me.

I'm only doing this so we don't have
to cough up for a solicitor.

It's normal to want to
know where you are,

if we're together.

If?

Is that a question?

No, no, no. Hold on! Hold on!

It's hard. The walls are
closing in, you know?

When you're stuck in here all
day and all night.

Well, you brought that on
yourself. I was protecting you!

You're my girl, Christine.

It doesn't mean you bloody own me!

You look particularly lovely
tonight. Is this new?

Yes, I've had it a few weeks.

This is ridiculous, how is
this being reported.

Like some glorious American victory.

Can I get you another drink?
Thank you, my dear.

Can you believe this?
I rather think you have to...

Close your eyes and think of
the free legal advice, hm?

Believe me, Khrushchev has made
some counter demands to the

Americans, wait and see.

God! Change the bloody record!

America was always going to
come out on top, wasn't it?

More naval and air power, loads
more intercontinental missiles.

Mandy is the expert! We should all
listen to her. I can read the paper.

Russia's got the ground troops, but
that doesn't matter any more.

The theatre of war has shifted.

Of course ground troops matter!

Ask the Germans if ground
troops matter.

Mr Profumo would be
able to fill us in, perhaps?

I'm not sure if I want to know
how close we came to being blown

to kingdom come, thank
you very much.

You know Profumo? Not as well as
Christine, by the look of it.

Beautiful place, Cliveden.
Very English.

Typical.

Another spring cottage, Stephen
is the host with the most.

Cheers to that!

Na zdorovie. Cheers. Chin-chin.

Your turn!

GIGGLING

Right, I think it's time for a race.
Girls against boys! No, no, no.

A piggyback race,
girls on boys' shoulders.

Oh, my goodness! No, no, no, let's
do Russia against England, huh? Yes.

Over here, young lady.
Your country needs you.

Don't tickle me!

Honestly! They're like children
sometimes, aren't they?

On your starting marks, please!
Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Not exactly like children.

And ready, steady, go!

CHEERING

Yay! England have won!

Fantastic.

Are you sure we haven't met before?

You look so awfully familiar.

No!

Yes! I'm afraid so!

I've never been anywhere
like this before.

It's charming, isn't it?

Bloody hell!

There's a lot to dust!
HE CHUCKLES

It's like being in a fairy tale.

Hm.

Murray's.

Murray's Club, with the feathers.
Oh, yeah.

Yeah, that's me!

Did we have a drink?

Oh, sorry.

I have drinks with lots
of gentlemen.

Ah, here you are.

Ah!

Another race! Best out of three.
I insist.

Come on. All right.
National honour must be satisfied!

LAUGHTER

Let's go!

Stop it!

SHE SIGHS

Mr Eddowes says you corrupted me.

I hope you told him I was very
laced at that party, darling.

Piss off.

Have you ever been in love?

20 times a day, little
baby. You know me.

Why have we never done
it, do you think?

You shagged Mandy.

Are you frightened of me, Stephen?

What are you scared of?

Yes, thank you.
SHE LAUGHS

I swear, when I'm sat in
Mr Eddowes' car, it's like

I'm 12 again.

13.

All those dads used to touch me up
when I baby-sat their kids.

Some wrinkly old cock.

Well, you don't have to look.
PHONE RINGS

Well, you don't. Why would you?

What?!

Ever?! And there you have it.

That is why Mandy has a mink coat
and a Jaguar and will have

a diamond ring and a flat in
Mayfair by the time she's 21.

Last of the great
romantics, our Mand! Mm-hm.

Peter's dead!

He's had a heart attack.

SHE LAUGHS
It's not a joke!

They found him in his car.

He's dropped dead.

I was foul to him the last time
I saw him. I never knew.

And now I'll never be able
to say I'm sorry.

Sshh. I told him he had bad breath.

I didn't mean it.

He didn't. Little baby.
SHE SOBS

Hey!

I'm sorry about before, doll.

Johnny?

Hey, hey, hey, Christine!
How's it hanging, beautiful?

You know, we have some Mellor opium.
Darrell, have you seen Johnny?

He'll be around
here somewhere, you know.

What the hell are you doing
with my boyfriend, you bitch?

He's not your boyfriend.

He bloody is! Look at you.

He must be desperate.

What? No, no! Come on! Come on!
Cool it! Cool it, Christine!

Can't keep it in your trousers
for one bloody night?

Why should I? You're off putting
it around the West End!

Yeah, for you! You're the one
that cut Lucky Gordon.

Who wanted the gun, Christine?

I've got coppers everywhere
looking for me! Fuck off!

I've got all the law on me
because of you!

You know what? Screw the little
scrubber's brains out!

I don't give a toss.

But if you think I'm going to stand
up for you in court or get a
solicitor for you, John Edgecombe,

you've got another fucking
think coming! Get out of my way!

Darling.

Sexy.

The floors are freezing.

There's a Rembrandt in the study,
but they're too mean
to heat the house.

When you said party, I thought
you meant party-party.

Are you not in the mood?

Thank you.

As my mother used to say,
if you're bored, you're boring.

Cor, if people knew!

When I left home, I had this idea
in my head about London society -

whatever it's called.

Like, everyone was posh was better.
Sex is the great equaliser,

little baby.

You always say that, but no-one's
doing this in Wraysbury.

Two people, lights out, ten minutes.

I should write a bloody book.

Chrissie, dear, who is
the Prime Minister?

Why, is he here? No.

I mean, what is his name?

If you're going to be a writer, hm?

Our good old PM.

I'm not stupid, Stephen!

I know you're not, darling,
but you are deliciously ignorant.

Why are you being so horrible?

Hey!

Little baby! Hm?

Can I stay with you for a bit?

I'd be delighted.

ECSTATIC MOANING

Time for cocoa and pyjamas,

I think.

You couldn't lend me a fiver,

could you?

I've got my mum breathing down
my neck about her rates.

Need to cash a cheque.

Must dash. Maharajah with
a frozen shoulder.

Help yourself to whatever there is,
little baby. Not much, I'm afraid.

I was really in love with Johnny.

Oh, little baby!

You always are...

..until the next one. Hm?

No-one understands you like I do.

That's the thing...

..we're twins.

No, we're bloody not.

DOOR CLOSES
Stephen?

May I telephone you?

I'm in the book - Stephen's number.

A new suit?

Yes. What do you think?

Very dashing.

Yes. Though do ask your tailor
if it's necessary to cut
your trousers so tight.

The world can see your penis.
It pays to advertise.

Isn't that what they say?

Rather depends on what
you're selling.

HE CHUCKLES

Don't you think a prospective leader
had better shut up shop,

particularly if he's playing
happy families?

Well, you never know.
After Macmillan,

the country might be rather
grateful for a Prime Minister

with a working todger.

If you have a fault, my darling,
it is overconfidence.

And don't say todger, Jack.

Not if you ever want to fuck
me again.

Oh, but I do.

Laddie died.

It's from my sister. My pony...

..he was hit by a car the same
day Peter passed.

Isn't that strange?

I saved every penny of pocket money
I had to pay for Laddie.

When I was 12, he was
my whole world.

You'll get over it.

Well, I know I will,
but I feel really shitty now!

BANGING ON DOOR

Christine? Shit! It's Johnny.

I know you're in there!

I mean it, Christine! Get your arse
down here! I've got the law all over
me cos of Lucky.

Tell him I'm not here!

Well, where are you?

I don't know, make it up. Say I'm...
Christine! ..at the hairdresser's.

I'll not be a sacrifice!

What, any black stud do for you, eh?
You not be messing with me no more!

She's not here.

She's gone to the hairdresser.
Bullshit! Christine! I've got a taxi

waiting for me. It's cost
me money! Christine!

Come on! There it is.

Now you can piss off.

What you playing at?

I'm coming for you! Ooh, big man!

Christine, you're winding him up!

Go to your little spacky-faced
bitch at the shebeen!

She probably doesn't even know what
it feels like to have a real man!
Christine!

THEY SCREAM

Stephen, Johnny's trying to kill us.

You need to come quick.

Drive! Now drive!

Yes, now!

And I can quote you on that?
Mandy...

Rice-Davies, with a hyphen.

Christine's the model
and I'm the actress.

Christine? Keeler. K-E-E-L-E-R.

You got the hyphen for me? Hm?

Just drive.

John Edgecombe, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of attempted murder.
Take your hands off me!

Shut it! I never do anything!
I don't want to hear any more
from you!

Get in the car! Fucking coon!

Thanks for your time, Mr Ward.
Thank you so much, Sergeant.

Well, little baby, I did warn you.

The poo-poo has well and truly
hit the propeller.

Come on.

CHRISTINE: I am not a bad person.

I am young.

And I like to have fun.

And like any girl my age, I've made
mistakes.

Yes, Mr Profumo was keeping
a secret.

We both were.

But we weren't the only ones.

CLOCK CHIMES

And believe me, the secrets
that surrounded us

led to far more than a few
harmless lies.

It's true -
terrible crimes have been committed.

PHONE RINGS

But not by me.

Yes, sir?

Yes. Looks like the girls could
be a problem after all, sir.

Christine!

Christine Keeler? Who says so? It's
not a face anyone's going to forget

in a hurry.

We would love to hear your story,
Christine.

When you're ready.

The story behind the story.

Pay you good money
for it - photos as well.

Double bubble.

Think about it.

All right.

I will.

I didn't know it,
but I still had a hell

of a lot to learn.

I was naive and I can see that now.

But so was he.

And he was a man of the world.

Hello. So you found me in the book,
then?

Don't you look ravishing?

Thank you.

My carriage awaits if you fancy
a spin.

Why don't you come in first, John?

Call me Jack.

All my friends do.

Jack.

I wasn't expecting
happily ever after.

Just a bit of fun.

But what started as harmless fun
has sown the seeds of scandal -

the most serious scandal this
country has ever faced.

BANGING ON CAR

ANGRY SHOUTING

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