All language subtitles for The Trial of Christine Keeler s01e04_English

-Five grand!
-Not too shabby!

[Paul] You're what
the papers really want.

The more they want it,
the more they'll pay.

[Christine] Jack
doesn't even get a mention!

They're all shitting themselves
he'll sue.

There was no impropriety
whatsoever

in my acquaintanceship
with Miss Keeler.

[journalists laughing]

[Stephen]
Congratulations, little baby.

You're the most famous
woman in England.

[Christine] You want to know
who Christine Keeler is?

The real me? Good question.

No.

[Christine]
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 you know that?

The camera steals your soul.

-What does drawing do then?
-Shh.

[Christine] Stephen Ward
made Christine Keeler.

That's what he likes
to tell everyone.

God, is that really
what I look like?

Not quite. But stick with me,
little baby, and you will.

[Christine] Someone should have warned him.

Doctor Frankenstein
created a monster.

And look what happened to him.

[theme song]

[man] Great.
Let's see a bit of leg.

There we go.

[laughs]

Give me sexy, sweetheart.

Scary!

Terrific. Right. And, err...
Now with your kit off.

Yeah.

[photographer] 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.

[chuckles]
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.

[camera shutter click]

[journalist]
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.

[journalist]
Have you spoken to Dr. Ward
since you got back to London?

When did you last see
Mr. Profumo?

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!

[interviewer] 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 Doctor 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, what about Ivanov?

Isn't this so-called
Russian attaché another part
of your "social circle"?

Eugene is a good friend of mine,
and a good friend
of this country.

Any implications
of his intentions are untoward
are entirely untrue.

[Wigg] Profumo should go,
no question.

[interviewer]
Yes, thank you Mr. Wigg.

-Doctor Ward.
-Thank you.

-It's a pleasure
meeting you, Mr. Wigg.
-Oh, right.

You've got it all wrong,
you know,

about Jack and Ivanov
in particular.

I'd be more than happy
to fill you in.

[Profumo] Ward's a problem.

The man finds it impossible
to keep his mouth shut.

But I should have--

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.

[chuckles]

But Doctor 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.

[door closing]

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.

[Profumo]
We'll get an Injunction.

[door closing]

Not a word of it in English...

Well, it won't be, will it?
Since it's in French.

[Julie] "Call girl!"

-"Le call girl Christine."
-I don't want to know, Mum.

It's bad enough the reporters
are following me everywhere.

[Christine] 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 a with Vidal.

Vidal Sassoon.
That's where I've been going.

[Mandy]
Stephen needs to watch out.

[sighs] He's so sharp,
he'll cut himself
one of these days.

[Christine] He's like a cat
though, isn't he, Stephen?

Always lands on his feet.

Doctor Ward, what to do
about the talkative Doctor Ward.

Do sit down, gentlemen.

Hollis?
What's the view from MI5?

Gosh. Well, we've never
considered Doctor 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.
-[Redmayne sighs]

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.

[Simson] That's where
you should be looking.

All these tarts
Ward has buzzing round him.

He's some sort of ponce,
isn't he?

Doctor Ward is very fond
of female company.

Living on 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
to look into it without delay.

Obviously, the government
can have no influence

upon a police operation,

but if you do feel Doctor 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 policeman
insisted on stopping me,

I told them
I had an appointment.

Policemen?

Outside.
Asking impertinent questions.

Good Lord, whatever about?

You, Doctor Ward.

How extraordinary.

Do slip a few things off,
Lady Addenhall,

the usual drill.

[journalist] Have you paid
the penalty charge, Christine?

I've paid my fine,
they're taking it no further.

How do you feel, Christine?

I feel relieved.

I just wanna put the past
behind me now,
and enjoy the future.

[journalist] Before you go,
tell us what's next.

I'd like to concentrate
on my career.

[Lucky] 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, Chris.

You're always 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 of me man! Let go of me now!

-[journalists' uproar]
-[Lucky] Christine!

[Burrows] Christine?
Out of my way!

[shouting]

-[Lucky] I loved her.
-[policeman] Shut up!

That's all I done.
That's all. That is the crime.

[Lucky] Christine!

I just wanna talk to you.
Christine!

[journalists shouting]

[Lucky] Come on!
Alright, man. Alright!

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'd actually attacked you.

He has, loads of times!

Every time I try
and bring charges against him,

he's 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.

[sobs] 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.

It just...
He really frightens me.

Well, I'm not surprised.

[door opening]

So, this is
the famous Miss Keeler!

[Burrows] This is
Chief Inspector Herbert,
Christine.

He'd like to ask you
a few questions.

What about?

Stephen Ward.

[pouring liquid]

[Christine]
Do you take milk, Mr...

Err, Woods. No, thank you.

-Sugar?
-Oh, just one. 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.

Mmm-hm.

A handy spot this, Ward.
I envy you being right in town.

Well, it's err,
it's very convenient
for my practice.

It suits us,
doesn't it, Christine?

Ah. Sorry, bloody hate coffee.

[Christine chuckles]

Yes!

Down to the ground.

[Herbert]
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.

[Herbert] 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's 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 fool's errand.

What about all the sex stuff?

What about it?

I've done nothing illegal,
and neither have you...

not without enjoying it.

[huffs]

Where's that picture,
you did of me when I moved in?

Err... 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.

[door closing]

[loud music]

["If it's money you need"
by Laurel Aitken playing]

What's your name?

Watt.

[louder] What's your name?

Watt. My name is Watt!

[both laugh]

What's yours?

It's Jennifer.

["Freedom Train"
by James Carr playing]

[outside murmuring]

[journalist shouting]
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.

[journalist shouting]

Someone else will slip up.

The parade will move on.
You'll see.

[Profumo] 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.

[sighs]

[journalists] Mr. Profumo!

Let me take you to Venice.

[chuckles]

[man] 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?

[whispering]
Thinking sex is really dirty?

-Chief Inspector.
-[laughs]

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?

[chuckles]

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 want you to have it.

In case of legal fees.

I sincerely hope not,
but if it ever
came to it, you...

You dear man.

[laughing]
It's just awful business.

I have to ask you to return
the keys for Spring Cottage.

People are asking me questions
about Cliveden.

I-I'm so sorry.

You can... you can see it's...

Yes, of course.

If you could see a way
to writing us a letter
and giving us notice,

make it look
more like your idea.

Err...

I-I will err,
I will do it today.

We err...

I really had...

some of the most splendid times
at Spring Cottage.

[door closing]

There isn't enough in here
to wipe my arse with.

What am I supposed to tell
the Home Secretary?

It's not for 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.

["Red Gold and Green" playing]

[music stops]

-Hey!
-[all] Hey!

I've tried asking you nicely.

-Do you want some?
-No, thank you.

-[all laugh]
-I thought you were meant
to be staying at the hotel.

Oh... I'm having fun!
Do you remember that?

-Oh, Mand, what are you doing?
-Come on, Mandy!

Mand, come back!

-[all laugh]
-[man] Hey, girl!

-[screaming]
-[all laugh]

[all singing] ♪ Take me home
To the city I know ♪

♪ I am gonna buy that river
And sell to you ♪

♪ Take me home
Take me home ♪

♪ Take me home
To the city I know ♪

-♪ I am gonna buy that river ♪
-Get stuffed!

-[all laugh]
-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!

[mimicking]
"You're impulsive, Christine."

-[all laugh]
-Oh, bloody grow up!

-[telephone ringing]
-[slamming door]

Oh!

[telephone ringing]

-Hello.
-[Christine whispering] Paula.

Got any fags?

Nope.
Christine's not here, Paul.

Sorry, not a clue!

[people laughing]

-Hey! What you doing?
-[John] Alright.

I was just looking for fags.

That's funny, isn't it?

-Snap.
-Hey.

You wanker! Give it back.

-Get off!
-Stop it! What's going on?

He's selling my stuff
to the papers,
thieving little poof!

I was just having a look!

-Piss off!
-[Paula] John, leave it.

You slapper! Oh!

-[Christine screaming]
-[Paula] Chris!

[Christine panting and groaning]

It's okay.

[panting]

[Christine] Ah!

How's it look now?

Not too bad.

I know he's your brother Paula,

but I swear if he comes back,
I'll 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 okay to go out
looking like this?

You look fine to me, baby.

[chatting and laughing]

Christine, what are you charging
to suck dick now?

You nasty little whore!
You nasty little whore!

-Calm down!
-[Christine screaming]

[Lucky] You're a whore!
You know that?

-Calm down!
-[shouting]

-[men shouting]
-Take that!

-[Christine sobbing]
-[men shouting]

-Let her go, man!
-Man yourself!

-[Paula] Let's go, baby.
Come on.
-[Christine sobbing]

[Paula] Come on baby,
we will go inside. Come on baby.

-[Christine crying]
-[Watt] Come on.

[telephone ringing]

Detective Sergeant Burrows

It's Christine.

Christine love, are you alright?

Is he there with you now?

No, Mr. Burrows,
Lucky's not here, he ran off.

I want you to get him this time.

[doorbell]

I think the bobbies are here,
what should we do?

Should they stay
and wait for you
or go after Lucky?

-[knocking on the door]
-They was quick, man.

Too soon.
I've got a charge out on me.

No, no,
it's just Paula and me here.

Hang on.

[whispers]
Go in the bedroom! Go on!

You know what coppers are like,
better keep them out of here.

[knocking on the door]

Go on quick.

Well, they should go
after Lucky, shouldn't they?

He can't keep doing this!

Yeah, alright.

[Herbert] This could be handy.

[Burrows]
You've been in the wars, Chris,
no doubt about it!

I'm gonna 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 your gonna 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,

with a shiner like that,

you've got Lucky Gordon
bang to rights.

[laughs]

[Herbert] Lucky Gordon!

Your luck's run out tonight,
my lad.

Does Doctor Ward
buy hemp from you?

Christine.

Christine's got
the taste for weed.

We know 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?

[Burrows]
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 err, paying for it,
the high class men?

You'll have to ask them, man.
I never paid for a girl
in my life.

Hmm. 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 the 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? Eh?

1958, I was in a coma
after you all worked me over,

then you do me for assaulting
a police officer!

[Herbert] 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.
-[Lucky] Black eye?

I barely touched her!
Ask any of them who was there!

Not her friend,
she's gonna 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.

[Herbert] Bollocks you aren't.

Spades sticking together,
is it?

We'll see how long that lasts.

[knocking on the door]

[Burrows] Christine?

You're not going
to let Lucky, off,
are you, Mr. Burrows?

Not again?

That's the last thing
that we want to happen,
Christine, believe me,

but it's gonna 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?

[door opening]
Ready for action, Chrissie?

[Paul] Oh, you gonna 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, err,
come in as soon as possible
and sign that statement.

Last thing we want
is for Lucky to get away
with it again.

[sighs] Of course,
whenever you like.

Later today?

Hang on.
When we gonna do this taping
for your autobiography?

You said they're 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 gonna be
bothering you again.

We'll make sure of that.

Thanks.

[indistinct talking]

Ah, Lady Addenhall--

[Lady Addenhall] I am 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.

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 think I can squeeze you in.

That's quite alright,

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.

Good bye, Doctor Ward.

[hanging up]

Do take a seat.

It's good of you to see me,
I know you're a busy man.

Not at all, Doctor Ward.

But I'm not entirely clear,
what it is you think
I can do for you.

[chuckles]

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.

Ah, Miss Keeler, I mean,
and err, Mr. Profumo.

It's difficult because I, err...

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,
Doctor 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 the government.

[chuckles]
Is this some kind of threat?

No not in the slightest.

It's just that I, err,

I just wondered if there was
anything that you--

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 by Hollis.

[Stephen]
I mean, there are details

that could cause embarrassment
at many, many levels,

the security services
as well as the government.

[Redmayne chuckles]
Is this some kind of threat?

-Hello?
-[woman] 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, 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?

[hanging up]

[disconnect tone]

[Herbert]
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 seventeenth.

The late Peter Rachman
provided you
with a forged licence?

Well, he said it was kosher.

Yeah, about as kosher
as a bacon sandwich.

[Herbert chuckles]

I believe her, about Rachman.

Alright. 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!

[sobs]

Ah!

In you go.

[groaning]

[panting]

-Ta...
-You got change?

Well, I thought it was a tip.

I was gonna put the flags out.

Day I get a tip from a copper.

That meant to be you?

Can't you tell?

[coins rustle]

[chuckles]

Is Mandy alright?

They said
she's not allowed visitors.

She's fit as a fiddle!

It's only 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.

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 gonna lock me
in Holloway too?

You free now?

[Christine]
Ronna, are you alright?

Do I fucking look alright?

[Burrows] Christine.

I'll do my best.

I wanna 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?

Of course, I do.

More than anything in the world.

Right. Well, let's just
go through everything
with you and Stephen again.

From when you moved in
to Wimpole Mews...

[giggles]

Size?

Average. Not circumcised.

Oh!

And?

He tried using his mouth on me.

I didn't like it.

-I didn't!
-[chuckles]

You're so warped.
Why do you always
wanna hear about it?

Next best thing to watching.

Oh, God. Well,
you've done enough of that.

[Stephen giggles]

[sighs]

While I've got it.

For the phone bill.

One day, none of us
will be ashamed of sex,

and the world
would be a better place.

But... if no one was ashamed,
would you get as excited?

You know, sometimes I think
you're much brighter
than I give you credit for.

Piss off!

[chuckles]

[sighs]

Aren't you meant
to be seeing your mum?

[groans]

[Stephen] "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 Marylebone Police
are questioning my patients
and friends..."

"The efforts to conceal
the true relationship

between Miss Keeler
and Mr. Profumo..."

"This enquiry has been going
on day after day for weeks,

I will endure
this persecution no longer

and intend to make
a statement to the press
about this matter..."

"Yours sincerely, Stephen Ward."

[metal clatter]

Hello?

[dogs barking]

Oh, for Christ's sake!

Have some common decency, man!

[laughing] Darling!

[man] Let's get you home.

Fuck a fucking duck.

You gonna 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.

[bellboy] Grazie.

[Valerie sighs]

[Profumo]
Far from the madding crowd.

Right. Drink in the bar?

Room service, I think.

Champagne.

Very cold.

Doctor Ward has been a busy man!

Mr. Wilson's read his letter.

Has the Prime Minister
opened his yet?

Or maybe you should, err,
warn his doctor to be on hand,

in case the shock
is too much for him?

Hearing Profumo's been lying
through his teeth!

[telephone ringing]

[telephone ringing]

Pronto.

[Redmayne]
Jack, it's 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 am 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-Hume?

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.

[announcer] 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 excepted Mr. Profumo's resignation
with immediate effect,

Describing it
as "a great tragedy"
for Mr. Profumo himself,

as well as his family
and friends.

Mr. Profumo has now admitted
to an association
with Miss Keeler.

After first meeting her
at Lord Astors Cliveden Estate

in the summer of 1961.

Although Mr. Profumo
has declined to comment,

sources in government have said a thorough investigation
will be instigated.

[announcer]
And in related news,

Miss Keeler is dues 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.

[journalists shouting]

[clerk] The Prosecution calls
Christine Margaret Keeler.

[audience murmuring]

Think carefully about what
you're saying, Christine.

[murmuring]

[judge] 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.

[Judge] 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,
my Lord.

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.
-[murmuring]

[Lucky] 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.
-[panting]

Can he really call
Camacchio and Watt?

What'll happen now I've said
it was just Paula and me?

The judge might want us
to have a go.

But finding them
is another matter

Don't worry, Chrissie.

You can trust me,
you know you can.

-[sighs]
-Here's a little secret.

We've got Camacchio in custody,
safe and sound.

He won't be coming
anywhere near this courtroom.

[huffs]

I told you, we'd look after you.

-Yeah. Yeah.
-Good girl.

[clerk] All rise.

Mr. Gordon, please stand.

-[judge] Aloysius Gor--
-I just want to say
one more thing, your Honour.

I just want to say
that Christine is in my heart.

[judge] 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.

[murmuring]

-[Christine sobbing]
-Well done, Chris.

Christine!

You're the liar.
You're the liar

Hey, that's it.

He's gone.

Thank you.

-Well done, Chris.
-[crying]

Now... You scratch our back.

There's a good girl.

So, here we are again.

[Burrows] This Doctor
would also give you money

between 15 and 25 pounds

which he would leave
on the dressing table

or some other location
in the room.

We had intercourse
around five times
in the course of a few weeks.

The total payments were
around a hundred pounds...

After the relationship
with Mr. Profumo,
I stayed living at Wimpole Mews

and met other individuals
through Doctor 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 pounds.

[sobs]

[sobs]

[Burrows] Good girl, Christine.

[Christine]
Go on. Show us again.

[both laughing]

Do you have to do the face?

Oh, piss off!
That is the proper way,
I promise.

And to think 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!

[Stephen clears his throat]

The trick is to keep
your legs together.

There's a challenge for you,
little baby,

you can never go too long.

-Shut up!
-[all laugh]

Okay. And one, two, three.

[door opening]

[Burrows] Morning Stephen.

Good morning.

Do you mind if I lock up,
Detective Sergeant?

[keys clicking]

Stephen Ward, I'm arresting you
for living wholly or in part

on the immoral earnings
of prostitution

on diverse dates
since the 1st of January, 1961.

Oh, my God, how dreadful.

[Herbert]
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.

[Paul] 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.

[Paul chuckles]

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 anymore.

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!

[sobs]

Fine. Fine!

[door slamming]

[screams]

[screams]

[crying]