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Five grand!

Not too shabby.

You're what the papers really want.

The more they want it, the more they'll
pay. Jack doesn't even get a mention!

They're shitting themselves he'll
sue. There was no impropriety

whatsoever in my acquaintanceship
with Miss Keeler.

Congratulations, little baby.

You're the most famous
woman in England.

You want to know who
Christine Keeler is?

The real me?

Good question.

No.

That's a really good question.

Maybe Stephen could answer it
for you.

I thought you was just trying it on,
saying you wanted to draw me.

Let's just hope for your sake
you're better at screwing

than you are at modelling.

I'm used to having my photo taken,
is all.

One click and that's it.

Ah, but it steals your soul -
you didn't know that?

The camera steals your soul.

What does drawing do, then?

Shh.

Stephen Ward made Christine Keeler.

That's what he likes
to tell everyone.

Cor, is that really
what I look like?

Not quite.

But stick with me,
little baby, and you will.

Someone should have warned him -

Dr Frankenstein created
a monster.

And look what happened to him.

Great.

Let's see a bit of leg.

There we go.

Give me sexy, sweetheart.

Scary!

Terrific.

And, er...

Now with your kit off.

Yeah...!

I'm not joking, love.

Nudity clause? You signed
a contract, fair and square.

Ask your manager.

Well, I don't want to.

If you could shift back
on the seat a little.

Hold that.

I can still see them.

They told me you didn't have a
problem with posing in the nude.

Doesn't matter if you can't tell
the difference - how's that?

Magnificent.

Have you had any contact
with Profumo, Christine?

Is your association with the
War Minister over, Christine?

I can't say, we're not
really in touch at the moment.

When did you last see Mr Profumo,
Christine?

When can I talk to the papers
properly?

They must all know me and Jack had
it away, Paul, they're not stupid.

Timing, love.

It's all about timing.

Profumo's got his lawyers
breathing down their necks.

Main thing is,
they know you're the story!

So you're saying you support
Mr Profumo's statement, Dr Ward?

I do think it unfortunate
that innocent friendships

have been distorted by the press,
yes.

It's reached a stage where a quite
natural human love of gossip

has simply got out of hand.

Come off it, Dr Ward, it's not
gossip that's got out of hand,

it's Mr Profumo's associations
with this young woman!

There is nothing sinister
in the sharing of a social circle.

As Mr Profumo has said, Miss Keeler
came to be introduced to him

and to Mrs Profumo through me.

Yes, but what about Ivanov?

Isn't this so-called Russian attache
another part of your

"social circle"?

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

Any implication that his intentions
are untoward are entirely untrue.

Profumo should go, no question.

Yes, thank you, Mr Wigg.

Dr Ward.
Thank you.

It's a pleasure meeting you,
Mr Wigg.

You've got it all wrong, you know,

about Jack
and Ivanov in particular.

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

Ward's a problem.

The man finds it impossible
to keep his mouth shut.

But I should have...

What I mean to say, Martin,
is that Ward is talking to Wigg

and Wigg will talk to Wilson, and
sure as your cock bends to the left,

Labour will cook up something
to throw at us.

But Dr Ward's been extremely
staunch in backing up

your statement about Miss Keeler.

I saw him on the television.

Exactly, you can see how much
he loves the spotlight.

He isn't...

..sound.

Ah...

Perhaps I should have a word
with the Home Secretary.

It's not working!

What's the point of libel laws

if they can just import
this filth from abroad?

Val, darling...

They're selling them everywhere.

We'll get an injunction.

Not a word of it in English.

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

"Call girl"?

"Le call girl Christine"?

I don't want to know, Mum.

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

They'll be piling up
outside the Old Bailey.

I don't see why you have to go to
court, though, now Johnny's in jail.

To pay the fine for not turning up.

Paul says it's all good publicity,
though, me outside the Old Bailey.

Hair?

I haven't thought.

I'll book you in with Vidal.

Vidal Sassoon.

That's where I've been going.

Stephen needs to watch out.

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

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

Always lands on his feet.

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

Do sit down, gentlemen.

Hollis, what's the view
from MI5?

Gosh. Well, we've never considered
Dr Ward any sort of threat

to national security.

I mean, his political views
are naive, to put it mildly,

and he is the opposite of secretive,

which appears to be the trouble.

So there wouldn't be any
grounds for prosecution

under the Official Secrets Act?

Absolutely not.

Miss Keeler has claimed
he asked her to pump

the War Minister for information
about arming West Germany.

Ah, yes, "pillow talk".

Of course, the Minister of War
has unequivocally denied

having had an affair
with Miss Keeler

and used parliamentary
privilege to do so.

Vice.

That's where you should be looking.

All these tarts Ward has
buzzing around him.

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

Dr Ward is very fond
of female company.

Living off immoral earnings.

If the man's as flagrant
about it as he seems,

it shouldn't be hard to prove.

I can have my men
look into it without delay.

Obviously, the government can have
no influence upon a police

operation, but if you do feel
Dr Ward has been breaking the law,

and, frankly, given the stories
in the newspapers,

it's quite hard to believe
he hasn't been...

If he is, the Metropolitan Police
will bring him to justice.

You can reassure
the Home Secretary of that.

Splendid, Commissioner.

We look forward to hearing from you.

Lady Addenhall, good morning.

Good morning, Doctor.

So sorry I'm late.

Those ghastly policemen
insisted on stopping me.

I told them I had an appointment.

Policemen?
Outside.

Asking impertinent questions.

Good Lord, whatever about?

You, Dr Ward.

How extraordinary.

Do slip off a few things,
Lady Addenhall - the usual drill.

Have you paid the penalty charge,
Christine?

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

How do you feel, Christine?

I feel relieved.

I just want to put the past behind
me now and enjoy the future.

Before you go, tell us what's next.

I'd like to concentrate
on my career.

Christine! Christine!
I love you, baby!

Keep away from me.
I just want to talk to you.

Arrest this man,
this man's threatening me!

I don't want no trouble...
You're bloody trouble.

I love you, that's all I done!

That's the crime I committed,
loving this girl!

Why are you in my way?
Get off me, man! Let go of me, man!

Christine?

Out of the way!

I loved her.
That's all I done.

That's all.
That's the crime.

Christine, I just want
to talk to you.

All right, man, all right.

Right, here we are.

Why can't you just put
Lucky bloody Gordon in jail?

It's not that easy, Chris.

He can go where he likes.

It'd be different
if he actually attacked you.

He has, loads of times!

Every time I try and
bring charges against him,

he talks me out of it.

I'm too soft-hearted.

Said he'd change, did he?

Yeah, blokes like that never do,
I'm afraid to say.

When I met him, he was so gentle.

He made me feel like a princess.

And then he didn't.

It's like a nightmare.

Wherever I am, turning up,
ringing my friends.

One time when I tried to report him,
he was threatening me with an axe.

He just really frightens me.

Well, I'm not surprised.

So this is the famous Miss Keeler!

This is
Chief Inspector Herbert, Christine.

He'd like to ask you
a few questions.

What about?

Stephen Ward.

Do you take milk, Mr...?

Woods. No, thank you.

Sugar?

Just one, but I can...

No, allow me.

Thank you, my dear.

Do stay if you like, little baby.

As I was saying, Woods,
I'm entirely at your disposal.

If I can be of any help
to the security services,

I'm only too happy
to assist MI5.

It's a handy spot, this, Ward.

I envy you being right in town.

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

It suits us, doesn't it, Christine?

Sorry, bloody hate coffee!

Yes!

Down to the ground.

SHE SLURPS

I don't have to ask you again.

Did you have intercourse
with this Mr Woods?

What's this got to do with Stephen?
The stuff he's asking.

Yes or no?

Did you have sex after Ward
introduced you to this man?

No!

But there were other men
you slept with

when you were living
at Wimpole Mews.

So what? I never said I'm a nun.

Write 'em down for us, please.

The names of all the men you had
sex with at Wimpole Mews.

Why should I?

Listen, young lady.

You've already spoken to
Detective Sergeant Burrows

about your involvement in matters

that breach the
Official Secrets Act.

Do you understand me?

Not really.

If we go for you under the
Official Secrets Act, you could be

accused of treason, one of the most
serious charges anyone can face.

Worse than murder.

But I never did nothing!

You know I didn't.

Just write down the blokes that
Stephen introduced you to, Chrissie.

It won't go any further.

No.

It's private.

It is so nice to see you,
little baby!

You look marvellous.

Hair by Vidal Sassoon, I read?

Bloody hell, Stephen,
aren't you worried?

The police are saying they're after
you for the Official Secrets Act

and treason.

Oh, little baby, it's all nonsense.

I-I talked to Mr Woods about Eugene
from the very start,

you saw him here yourself.

As soon as Sergeant Burrows

and his friend talk to MI5, they'll
realise they're on a fools' errand.

What about all the sex stuff?

What about it?

I've done nothing illegal,

and neither have you.

Not without enjoying it.

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

Er, Lucky's got it, remember?

He begged me for it,
when you two were still an item.

Bloody Lucky!

He's not been round here, has he?

Little baby,

some people can be like drugs.

They become addictive, even when
we know they're not good for us.

You back on that,
saying I'm on drugs?

The papers hear that

and my solicitors will be
on to you quicker...

Hey! Hey, lawyers?
What's the world come to?

Come here.

Fill me in, little baby.

I've missed our chats
and I want to hear your news.

How's your love life?

I can't stay, Stephen.

I just thought you should know
about the police.

That's all.

What's your name?

Watt.

What's your name?

Watt.
My name is Watt!

What's yours?

It's Jennifer.

FROM OUTSIDE: Mrs Profumo, if you
want to put your side to the story,

we will be very pleased
to talk to you.

This too will pass.

I know.

That doesn't help.

Someone else will slip up,
the parade will move on.

You'll see.

I'm still in the job,
doing what I need to do.

Soon we'll be last week's news,
wrapping up fish and chips.

The glamour.

Mrs Profumo?

Let me take you to Venice.

Mandy!

Oh, copper.

You're not denying you had
intercourse with men

at Wimpole Mews? No.

But it's not a crime,
last time I looked.

Is that how you get off, Inspector?

Thinking sex is really dirty?

Chief Inspector.

Did Stephen Ward introduce
you to men?

Of course he did.

And I introduced him to girls.

That's normal, isn't it?

It's called having a social life.

Names of the men
he introduced you to?

Don't you lot read the papers?

Names!

Lord Astor.

Why don't you try talking to him?

Filthy business, this.

This thing with the police.

Yes, it's not pleasant.

Still, one must rise above it.

Stephen, I'd...

..I'd like you to...

Bill, I couldn't...
No, no, please, I-I...

I want you to have it,
in case of legal fees.

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

You dear man.

It's just an awful business.

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

People are asking me
questions about Cliveden.

I'm so sorry.

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

Yes, of course.

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

notice, make it look
more like your idea.

I will, er, I will do it today.

We, er...

I really had...

..some of the most splendid times
in Spring Cottage.

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

What am I supposed to tell
the Home Secretary?

Well, it's not for
the lack of trying, sir.

Ward might be a kink
but he's no ponce.

There's no money involved
with these girls.

He's just not living off
immoral earnings.

I find that hard to believe.

In fact, I refuse to believe it.

REGGAE MUSIC PLAYS

MUSIC OFF
Hey!

I've tried asking you nicely.

Do you want some?
No, thank you.

I thought you were meant
to be staying at the hotel.

I'm having fun!
Do you remember that?

Oh, Mand, what are you doing?

Mand, come back!

# Take me home to the city I know,
I'm gonna buy that river

# And sell to you, take me home,
take me home

# Take me home to the city I know

# I'm gonna buy that river
and sell to you. #

Get stuffed!

Oh, Mand, don't be like that!

Well, don't come crying to me

when you're all over
the papers for the wrong reasons.

You're impulsive, Christine, that's
your trouble, you always have been!

IMITATES HER: "You're impulsive,
Christine."

Oh, bloody grow up!

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Paula?

Got any fags?

Nope.

Christine's not here, Paul.

Sorry, not a clue!

Hey, what you doing?

All right?

I was just looking for fags.

That's funny, isn't it?

Snap!

You wanker! Give it back.

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

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

I was just having a look!

Piss off!
John, leave it!

You slapper!

How's it look now?

Not too bad.

I know he's your brother, Paula,
but I swear,

if he comes back I will swing for
him, I'll bloody swing for him
again.

Stupid little prick.

I don't know what
he thought he was doing.

You sure I'm OK to go out
like this?

You look fine to me, baby.

Christine, how much are you charging
to suck dick now?

You nasty little whore!
You nasty little whore!

You're a whore, you know that?

Come on, baby, we'll go inside.

Come on, baby.

PHONE RINGS

Detective Sergeant Burrows?

It's Christine.

Christine, love,
are you all right?

Is he there with you now?

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

I want you to get him this time.

DOOR BUZZER

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

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

Police was quick, man. Too soon,
I've got a charge out on me.

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

Hang on.

Go in the bedroom, go on!

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

Come on, quick.

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

He can't keep doing this!

Yeah, all right.

This could be handy.

You've been in the wars, Chris,
there's no doubt about it!

I'm going to be black and blue,
Mr Burrows.

Yeah, well, we'll see what the
doctor has to say.

He'll have to write a report
if you're going to press charges.

You are pressing charges this time?

Definitely.

This is it, Mr Burrows, I mean it.

Lucky's not getting away
with it again.

Good girl.

You look on the bright side,
a shiner like that,

you've got Lucky Gordon
bang to rights.

Lucky Gordon!

Your luck's run out tonight, my lad.

Does Dr Ward buy hemp from you?

Christine.

Christine's got the taste for weed.

Yeah, we know all about Christine,
you've told us, chapter and verse.

What about Ward and other girls?

Why you asking me about Stephen?

I'm not saying nothing against him,
he's a good man.

I'm not saying nothing else
without a solicitor!

You telling me my job now, boy?

We're just having a chat, Lucky,
have we asked you to sign anything?

Always tail at Stephen's.

Honey for the bees.

High-class men, low-class men,
they all like pretty girls.

Were they, er, paying for it,
these high-class men?

You'll have to ask them, man.

I never paid for a girl in my life.

Christine?
Was she getting money for sex?

She'd do anything.

Like I've being telling you,
the girl's no good.

All this business with the big
man in government, Profumo,

she'll be draining him dry.

Did Christine ever talk to you
about Stephen Ward introducing her

to Mr Profumo?

Or to other men?

Why should I help you out?

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

then you do me for
assaulting a police officer!

You could get a couple of years
for assault now, Aloysius.

Christine's had the doctor out,
she's in a pretty bad way.

Nasty black eye,
bruising to the ribs.

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

Not her friend, she'll lie.
The brothers.

The brothers? I thought
it was just the girls.

West Indian gents, are they, Lucky?

You'd better give us their names.

I'm not sure of their names, now.

Bollocks you aren't.

Spades sticking together, is it?

We'll see how long that lasts.

KNOCK ON DOOR
Christine?

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

Not again?

Now that's the last thing that we
want to happen, Christine,

believe me, but it's going to be
tricky, if these friends of yours

turn up,
if they tell a different story

about your black eye.

It was Lucky who punched you?

Ready for action, Chrissie?

Oh.

You going to be long?
No, it's fine.

Christine's a busy girl these days.

But for us to charge
Lucky for that assault,

it's best if you, er,
come in as soon as possible

and sign that statement.

Last thing we want is Lucky
getting away with it again.

Of course, whenever you like.

Later today?

Hang on, when are we going to do
this taping for your autobiography?

I thought you said they were
expecting me for these photos.

For the film publicity.

Oh, yeah.

Can't keep up, me.

You'd better get a move on,
hadn't you?

Sure you don't want to see me
now, Mr Burrows?

No, you get on.

And don't worry, Christine,
as long as your story holds up,

Lucky's not going to be
bothering you again.

We'll make sure of that.

Thanks.

Ah, Lady Addenhall.
I'm sorry about the appointment...

Of course, not at all.
There were no trains...

I know how unreliable
the trains can be.

I shan't be able to get to you.

Well, perhaps we can make an
appointment for later in the week?

Or even today, if...
if you manage to get a later train.

I-I-I think I can squeeze you in.

That's quite all right, my shoulder
is quite recovered, in any case.

Of course, I understand.

I'll telephone
if I need to see you again.

Well, I am glad to hear the shoulder
is feeling so much better.

Goodbye, Dr Ward.

Do take a seat.

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

Not at all, Dr Ward.

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

Well...

The police appear to be set on
finding something to charge me with,

and it's causing me
a great deal of inconvenience.

They're asking my clients the most
objectionable questions.

Forgive me, I don't see how
the government comes into this.

Well, it's this business
with Christine, you see.

Miss Keeler, I mean,
and, er, Mr Profumo.

It's difficult because I, er,
I don't know how frank

Mr Profumo has been with you.

Mr Profumo's statement to the House
is a matter of record.

There was no impropriety.

Of course.

And naturally I've backed him
to the hilt.

I just wondered if there was
anything that you could do

to get the police to see reason
and leave me alone.

The activities of the police
are wholly separate

from those of government,
Dr Ward.

This isn't Russia!

Look, if the whole story
were to come out...

I mean, there are details that could
cause embarrassment at many,

many levels, the security services
as well as government.

Is this some kind of threat?

No, not in the slightest.

It's just that I, er,
I just wondered

if there was anything that could...

..that you could do, or the Home
Secretary, to call the police off.

Well, as I say...

..no.

It's just

I don't see how I'm meant to make
a living if it continues, you see.

I'm awfully sorry
I can't be of more help to you.

It's very common.

People think politicians have far
more influence than we actually do.

Odd fellow.

Make sure I get a transcript,
once you've run it past Hollis.

..there are details that
could cause embarrassment at many,

many levels, the security services
as well as government.

Is this some kind of threat?

Hello?
Leconfield House...

Hello, yes, I would like to speak
to Mr Woods, please, room 323.

Hello?

I'm afraid there's no-one
of that name working here.

Ah. Er, perhaps...

Sir?

Oh, that was the name I was given,
you see.

Perhaps you could put me through
to whoever's in that office, then,

room 323.

There is no room 323.

I'm sorry, sir,
perhaps you have the wrong number?

SHE HANGS UP

Driving without a licence.

Forgery of a licence.

You wouldn't.

How did you come to have
a dodgy licence, Mandy?

Peter sorted it out for me,

when he gave me the car
for my 17th.

The late Peter Rachman provided you
with a forged licence?

Well, he said it was kosher.

Yeah, about as kosher
as a bacon sandwich.

I believe her, about Rachman.

All right.

But there's still driving
without a licence.

We can't let that go.

Tell us about Stephen, Mandy.

The men he introduced you to.

I want a solicitor.

I'm meant to be going on holiday.

That's a shame.

There's a terrible backlog
at the Magistrates' Court.

Hope you packed a toothbrush, Mandy.

You wouldn't.

It might be a week or so
before your case comes up.

You bastards!

MANDY SHRIEKS

In you go.

Ta.
You got change?

Oh, I thought it was a tip.

I was going to put the flags out.

Day I get a tip from a copper.

Is that meant to be you?

Can you tell?

Is Mandy all right? They said
she's not allowed any visitors.

She's fit as a fiddle!

She's only on remand,
till her case is heard.

Here, let me.

Ta.

You're looking well, Christine.

Sleeping better, aren't I,

now I know Lucky's not
going to come after me?

Nothing to worry about, but

we've got the names of the blokes
Lucky says were there that night.

Fenton and Camacchio.

Still, we've had no luck
finding 'em so far.

I'm not surprised.

Since they're figments
of his imagination. Yeah.

Would be a great shame
if Lucky got off again.

Chief Inspector Herbert
would like another word with you

about Stephen Ward.

You going to lock me in Holloway
too?

You free now?

Ronna, are you all right?

Do I fucking look all right?

Christine?

I'll do my best.

I want to help you, I do, but I'm
not going to lie about Stephen.

I don't see why not.
You've lied about everything else.

We never wanted you to lie,
Christine.

It's like with Lucky,
we listened to what you had to say.

And that's turned out tickety-boo.

Well, fingers crossed.

You do still want to see him
put away, yeah?

Course I do.

More than anything in the world.
Right.

Let's just go through everything
with you and Stephen again.

From when you moved in
to Wimpole Mews.

Size?

Average.

Not circumcised.

Oh, and...?

He tried using his mouth on me.

I didn't like it.

I didn't!

You're so warped.

Why do you always want to
hear about it?

Next best thing to watching.

Oh, God.

Well, you've done enough of that.

While I've got it...

For the phone bill.

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

and the world will be
a better place.

But if no-one was ashamed...

..would you get as excited?

Do you know, sometimes I think
you're much brighter

than I give you credit for.

Piss off!

Aren't you meant to be
seeing your mum?

Dear Mr Brooke, I have lived
and practised as an osteopath...

Dear Mr Wilson, recently there was
a great deal of publicity

over the attempted shooting
of Christine Keeler...

Dear Sir Wakefield,
it has come to my notice that

the Marylebone police are
questioning my patients and
friends...

The efforts to conceal
the true relationship

between Miss Keeler
and Mr Profumo...

This inquiry has been going on
day after day for weeks.

I will endure this
persecution no longer.

I intend to make a statement
to the press about this matter.

Yours sincerely, Stephen Ward.

CRASHING

Hello?

Oh, for Christ's sake!

Have some common decency, man!

Darling!

Let's get you home.

Fuck a fucking duck.

You going to say that's forged now?

We can't have you skipping
the country.

I'm not skipping the country.

I'm going on holiday!

Well, it's obviously
a misunderstanding.

Peter rented a telly for me

and since he died, nobody picked up
the bill, that's all.

Well, it's your name on the rental
agreement, Mandy, not Rachman's.

You're the one in arrears.

You can't go after me
for a poxy TV set now!

If you've broken the law,
you've broken the law.

Please, Inspector.

You can't put me back
in Holloway again.

Tell us about Stephen.

Far from the madding crowd.

Right.

Drink in the bar?

Room service, I think.

Champagne,

very cold.

Dr Ward has been a busy man!
Mr Wilson's read his letter.

Has the Prime Minister
opened his yet?

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

in case the shock is too much
for him,

hearing Profumo's been lying
through his teeth!

PHONE RINGS

Pronto.

Jack, Martin here.
Look, I'm sorry to do this,

but you're going to have to cut
short your trip and come back to
London.

It's the PM, he wants to see you.

Urgently.

This chap Ward's been stirring
the pot, I'm afraid.

You'd think the Prime Minister could
wait a couple more days to see me.

It's ridiculous.

Bloody ridiculous!

To have to go through the whole
infernal rigmarole again.

If they're trying to push me out,
they picked the wrong man.

The party's in a sorry state
without me.

Who are they going to turn to?
Douglas-Home?

Jack, enough.

Enough.

You're like a little boy caught
with his hand in the jam jar.

The more you're cornered,

the more you convince yourself
you've done nothing wrong.

Please don't insult my intelligence,
I don't care about anyone else's.

You've had a good run, darling.

It's time to face the music.

It's not cowardice,
it's common sense.

And kindness, to David and me.

It'll only get worse, you know.

It couldn't possibly get much worse.

I dare say it can.

I hope she was worth it.

ON RADIO: The Secretary of State
for War, John Profumo,

has tended his resignation
to the Prime Minister.

In a letter to Mr Macmillan,

Mr Profumo admitted lying
to the House of Commons

in a personal statement

in which he denied
any impropriety

with the 21-year-old model
Christine Keeler.

The Prime Minister has accepted
Mr Profumo's resignation

with immediate effect,
describing it as a great tragedy

for Mr Profumo himself as well as
for his family and friends.

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

after first meeting her
at Lord Astor's Cliveden estate

in the summer of 1961.

Although Mr Profumo
has declined to comment,

sources in government have said

that a thorough investigation
will be instigated.

And in related news,

Miss Keeler is due to appear
at the Old Bailey today

as a prosecution witness
in the trial of Aloysius Gordon,

who is accused of assaulting her
in April of this year.

The Prosecution calls
Christine Margaret Keeler.

Think carefully about
what you're saying, Christine.

BANGS GAVEL

Quiet, please.

Miss Keeler,
was there anyone else present

when Mr Gordon attempted
to speak to you outside your flat?

Yes, my friend Paula.

No-one else was with you?

No, that's right.

That's a lie!

She been lying ever since she come
to the Grove with Stephen Ward.

Ask her!

Did she want me to find a girl
to make a foursome?

Be quiet, Mr Gordon,
for the last time,

or I'll have you removed from court.

And I don't want him as my brief
no more, he won't put the questions.

What is it he's saying?

The defendant wants to conduct
his own defence.

I've tried to dissuade him, m'lud.

Is this true, Mr Gordon?

Yes, Your Honour.
Thank you for listening to me.

I said this morning
I didn't want Mr De Ville.

He won't call my witnesses.

Which witnesses are these?

Mr Profumo, Your Honour,
Stephen Ward...

Is he allowed to do that?

..Mandy Rice-Davies,
Pete Camacchio and Truello Fenton.

Truello sometimes goes by Watt.

Those two know what went on.

I didn't give Christine
no black eye!

Chrissie?

I can't breathe!
I can't get my breath properly.

Hey, in and out, in and out.

Can he really call Camacchio
and Watt?

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

The judge, he might want us
to have a go.

But finding them's another matter.

Don't worry, Chrissie.

You can trust me. Yeah?
You know you can.

Here's a little secret.

We've got Camacchio in custody.

Safe and sound.

He won't be coming anywhere
near this courtroom.

I told you, we'll look after you.

Yeah, yeah.
Good girl.

All rise.

Mr Gordon, please stand.

Aloysius Gor...

Can I just say
one more thing, Your Honour?

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

That's quite enough!

Aloysius Gordon, you have been
found guilty of assault

with intent to cause
grievous bodily harm.

In accordance with the charge,

I sentence you to three years
at Her Majesty's pleasure.

Well done, Chris.

You the liar.

You the liar.

Hey, that's it.

He's gone.

Thank you.

Well done, Chris.

Now...

You scratch our back.

There's a good girl.

So, here we are again.

"This doctor would also give me
money, between 15 and £25,

"which he would leave on the
dressing table

"or some other location
in the room.

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

"The total payments
were around £100...

"After the relationship
with Mr Profumo,

"I stayed living at Wimpole Mews

"and met other individuals
through Dr Ward.

"I also introduced young women who
I met through Murray's Club

"and modelling...

"Gave the defendant money
for rent and food

"and around £25."

Good girl, Christine.

Go on, show us again.

Do you have to do the face?

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

And to think that I've been getting
out of sports cars for years,

entirely self-taught.

Go on, then, show us how it's done,
if you're so bloody clever!

HE 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!

OK. And one, two, three.

Morning, Stephen.

Good morning.

Do you mind if I lock up,
Detective Sergeant?

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

on the immoral earnings
of prostitution, on diverse dates

since 1st January, 1961.

Oh, my God, how dreadful!

You do not have to say anything,
but anything you do say

may be used in evidence against you.

Right you are.

You do realise no-one
will come forward to say it's true.

So what's it like,
being Christine Keeler?

Do you see yourself
as a femme fatale?

Femme fatale, what's that?

A fatal woman -
someone who lures men to their doom.

That's a bit dramatic.

Just an ordinary girl who happened
to be in the right place,

or the wrong place,
at a certain time, that's all.

You don't see yourself
as this sexy, dangerous girl?

Not really, no.

I mean, if that's how people
see me...

Are you saying I'm dangerous
because I'm sexy?

Like they're the same thing?
You're definitely sexy, sweetheart.

Are you dangerous?

Mr Profumo would say you are.

John Edgecombe. Lucky, for sure.

And now Stephen Ward.

I suppose the thing about me is,

you can't really tell me what to do.

It makes me wild.

Then you have to watch out.

Well, we've been warned!

I'm not in the mood, Paul.
Hey, what you doing?

I said I'm not in the mood.
Christine, love...

You don't get it, do you?

I don't want to do this any more.

You're fired, actually.
Go on, get out!

You're being a bit crazy, love!
Maybe I am.

Maybe I'm really dangerous!

Go on, piss off!

Fine.

Fine.

Agh!

CHRISTINE SCREAMS WILDLY

CHRISTINE SOBS