Original subtitles

-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]