All language subtitles for The Trial of Christine Keeler - 01x05 - Episode 5.MTB.English

Oh, God.

Stephen Ward's no ponce, sir.

There's no money involved with these
girls.

I find that hard to believe.

I presume Mandy will be following
Christine's lead,

keeping quiet about our friendship.

Calm down!

I want you to get him this time.
Is anyone else there with you?

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

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

You are the liar. You are the liar.

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

on the immoral earnings
of prostitution.

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

They say you should make
the punishment fit the crime.

It's not true, is it?

Not for Stephen...

..or for me.

Shame! Shame on you!

Shame on you!

Slut!

First, they decided to punish us.

Life is good, little baby.

And then they decided on the crime.

I swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth

and nothing but the truth...

..so help me God.

Any comment on Mr Profumo's
resignation, sir?

Will Mr Profumo be making
a statement, sir?

Ah.

Well, that's that, then.

A civilian once more.

My resignation is officially
complete.

Val?

How could you?

How could you give that common
little tart the same scent?

I mean, the failure of imagination
apart from anything else.

Was it a job lot?

I hope they gave you a discount!

I don't get it though.

How can they let Lucky Gordon out
of jail after all he did to you?

It's not come to that yet.
Mr Barrow says he's being allowed

to appeal because there's things
that didn't come out in his trial.

What things? Just like he's saying
I lied about him hitting me

the night I called the police.

I suppose you gave yourself
a black eye!

It says they're keeping Stephen
in solitary.

He'll hate that.

Have you moved the tape-recorder,
darl?

Paul took a load of his gear,
didn't he?

Said, since you'd fired him,
he was clearing it all out.

The tapes and all?

Oh, God. There's all sorts
on them, Paula. Hours of it.

You know, about that night.
Oh, Christ.

Can't we just have a day off?

It's saying we're prostitutes.

It's disgusting.

Call girl. That's the other one.

"Stephen and his ring
of call girls."

I didn't say anything to the police
about Stephen that wasn't true.

Did you?

No.

Course not.

What else could we do?

Prosecution barely has a case
against you.

Oh, God.

It's frankly outrageous
they're even pressing for trial

in the criminal court.

And to be refused bail, let alone
kept in solitary confinement.

I've lived a bohemian life,
Mr Burge.

That must be clear to you.

But I have committed no crimes.

The Crown certainly begs to differ.

Eight wafer-thin charges
lumped together

to present as damaging
an impression as possible.

Ouch.

May I take a look?

I'll argue strongly
in favour of bail

but, on current form,
it's likely to be set high.

Let me take the weight.

Do you have money in the bank,
Dr Ward?

I've never been a rich man,
Mr Burge.

Apart from in my friendships.

Then let's hope it's possible
to cash a few of those in, eh?

It's quite remarkable.

Bail aside, if it comes to trial,

you'll need people
to speak up for you.

People of the best possible
character.

I have no worries on that score.

Another one for you, thank you.

You've got the passports?

They're in my bag, just as they
were the last time you asked.

This business over Ward...

..places us all in the same,
quite frankly, revolting dilemma.

It asked how to respond
to his solicitor's request

to appear as character witnesses.

We've all been treated
by the good doctor.

Many of us have been beneficiaries
of his, erm...

..hospitality...

..over the years.

Surely everyone should take
their cue from Viscount Astor.

He's one of Ward's oldest friends.

If he steps forward, it suggests
those of us less intimate

are right to follow.

I believe Bill's out of
the country for a spell.

I'm Spartacus.

What?

That film.

Kirk Douglas, was it? Awfully good.

I'm Spartacus. I'm Spartacus!

Are you sure you're not thinking
of Exodus, old chap?

Ward, get up.

You've been bailed.

The papers will write any
old rubbish, you know that.

All I know is that they
are offering me a thousand,

so that's what it's costing you
for me to stay out of it.

The coppers already know that me
and Pete Comacchio was there.

I was only trying to keep you and
Pete out trouble, you know I was.

If Lucky can prove I've lied,
they'll let him out.

I can give you more another time.

Please.

Please, Watt.

Thanks, Chris. You're a good girl.

See you again soon.

Honestly, Chris, you and men.

Could have been worse.

He could have run straight
to the papers.

He's a prince.

What?
You did lie about Lucky.

Only about Pete and Watt being there
the night he came after me.

And the black eye.
That was Paula's brother.

He's hit me enough for real,
you know he has.

He even managed to get
a kick in that night.

I knew if I went on about the
black eye not being from him,

he'd manage to get off again.

The police backed me up, Mandy.
Course they did.

Because they knew they could
hold it over you

to get what they wanted on Stephen.

Little baby, we're not meant to
speak to one another.

You're a witness for the
prosecution. Please, Stephen.

Please.

I can't do it.

The police, the reporters,
everyone twisting what you say.

All the rotten lies. It's all wrong.

You hardly need to tell me that.

It's a show trial, pure and simple.

They needed a scapegoat
and it seems I fit the bill.

Do you hate me?

I don't hate anyone.

It's not in my nature,
you know that.

They're broken.

It's not the end of the world.

They're letting Lucky appeal.

I don't know if you heard, but...

..if he can get off,
maybe you will, too.

It doesn't work like that,
I'm afraid.

It's all too late, Chris.

I'll be in the dock tomorrow

and you'll be giving evidence
against me.

But if he can appeal, so could you.
You don't understand, darling.

The damage would have already
been done.

Use what you've got.
That's what you always said.

Sex makes the world go round.

Look where that's got me.

Both of us.

I was wrong.

It turns out it isn't sex at all.

It's...
Money.

That's what Mandy always says.
Power.

Power.

And those who have it will fight
tooth and claw to hang on to it.

All I had ever wanted was the fun.

For other people to have fun.

Where's the harm in that?

But, you know...

..there is always hope.

I don't blame you, little baby.

But, please, Chris...

..do try and tell the truth.

Steven White.

Jane Roberts.

They'll calm you down.

I can't do it.

I can't.

Yesterday, upon the stair...

..I met a man who wasn't there.

He wasn't there again today.

How I wish he'd go away.

Will the defendant please stand.

Stephen Thomas Ward,

you are hereby charged
that you, being a man,

did on diverse dates
between June 1st 1961

and July 31st 1962,

live wholly or in part on
the earnings of prostitution.

How do you plead?

Not guilty.

On count two, you are charged
of a similar offence,

namely living on the earnings
of prostitution.

On count three, you are charged
with procuring a girl

under the age of 21.

On count four, you are charged...

How do you plead? Not guilty.

Not guilty.

Absolutely not guilty.

Miss Keeler...

..whilst you and Marilyn Rice-Davies
were sharing a flat

early in 1960,

were you introduced to other people
by the defendant, Stephen Ward?

Yes.

A few of his friends.

Did you have sexual intercourse
with any of those persons

whilst you were living there?
I can't really remember.

Well, think, Miss Keeler.

Maybe a couple.

Were you paid for the intercourse?

No.

Were you receiving money
from any men at that time?

Mr...

..Burge.

Your Honour, this falls completely
outside the time period

covered by the indictment. I really
can't see how it's relevant.

Thank you, Mr Burge.

The prosecution is seeking to get
a sense of all this girl's life

since it is vital to
the immoral earnings charge

whether she should be regarded
as a prostitute.

I'd like to say...

Well, I'd like to say
I'm not a prostitute

and I never have been.

Thank you. That's enough,
Miss Keeler. We'll get to that.

So, turning now to the period
of the first count...

..whilst you were at Wimpole Mews,
living with Dr Ward, so called...

..how many men did you have
sexual intercourse with?

I can't remember.
Hm.

Was it too many to count,
Miss Keeler?

No.

I'd say a normal amount.

But you can't remember their names?

Some of them, obviously.

You seem to struggle
with your memory.

The Russian, Ivanov?

He was one of them.
Did he pay you money?

No.

John Profumo?
Everyone's read about that one.

Just answer the question, please.

You had sexual intercourse
with Mr Profumo

at Wimpole Mews?

Yes.

Stephen wasn't there though.

Did Mr Profumo give you £20
as a present for your mother?

Yes.

And did you give that £20

to your mother?

Yes.

I might have given Stephen
five of it.

You gave the defendant £5

of the money Mr Profumo gave you
following sexual intercourse?

I think so. Yes.

But only because I owed Stephen
for the telephone.

It wasn't as if I was giving him
money for...

Thank you, Miss Keeler.

Miss Keeler.

It is obvious to anyone
who has seen you,

if you wish to earn money
by selling your body,

you could have made
very large sums of money.

I suppose so. Yes.

Yes.

And yet, while living with
the defendant, Stephen Ward,

you were not earning
large sums of money.

Indeed, Dr Ward gave you
spending money.

And you were reliant on him
for your lodgings,

use of the telephone, lights,
hot water and so on.

Stephen was always very mean
about the hot water.

And the money you said
you paid to Dr Ward

for the telephone bill and so on,

how much would that have been?

A couple of pounds, if I had it.

And I bought food if we ran out.

I always owed Stephen
more than what I was making.

And so, in respect of the defendant
living off your earnings,

moral or immoral,

you owed him money?

Yes.

All your contribution amounts to
is the occasional fiver

and a packet of Frosties.

Yes.

Did you take the oath on a previous
occasion when you attended the trial

of a man called Aloysius Gordon,
Miss Keeler,

known as Lucky Gordon?

Yes.

Did you tell the whole truth
about that?

Yes, I did.

Did you know that the man, Gordon,
alleged all your injuries

were not caused by him?

The man's mad. Of course they were.

And that he wished to call two
witnesses, one called Fenton

and a man called Comacchio,
who you said were not present

at the time of the incident.

I said they weren't present
because they weren't present.

Do you know the difference
between telling the truth

and telling a lie, Miss Keeler?

Of course I do.

Everyone does.

Even John Profumo.

Fuck!

You next.

You don't know what it's like.

I'd rather be shot.

Teeth and tits.

Miss Davies.

Now, you came to London
from Solihull two years ago.

That's right.

The day after my 16th birthday.

And at that time,
you met the defendant?

The so-called Dr Ward.
I met him with Miss Keeler.

We were both working as dancers
at Murray's Club.

Did you, a girl of 16...

..have sexual intercourse
with Dr Ward.

Just the once.

Did he pay you?
No.

Shortly after he had
intercourse with you,

did the defendant introduce you
to the late Peter Rachman?

No. That was Christine. Miss Keeler.

She introduced me to Peter.

Be that as it may, Mr Rachman
paid you for intercourse?

Well, it depends
what you mean by paid.

Miss Davies, you must answer
the questions put to you.

Were you paid?

Peter Rachman kept me, Your Honour.

We lived together.

I thought he wanted to marry me.

It's every woman's dream, isn't it,

being looked after by your husband?

I don't know if that counts
as paying for sex.

Well, despite the quasi-marital
relations between you

and Mr Rachman,
at the time of his death,

you were once again living with
Stephen Ward at Wimpole Mews.

Is that correct?

And during that time, you were
having sexual intercourse

with other men?

Yes, I slept with my boyfriend,

and Douglas Fairbanks Jr
and with Lord Astor.

You know Lord Astor has denied
that intercourse took place.

Well, he would, wouldn't he?

That's enough, thank you.

I will have order!

Mandy! Mandy!

Shall I make arrangements for our
trip to Scotland or are you sure

you won't be called to appear
at this ghastly trial?

I'm quite sure.

The relevant parties
have been made aware

it would serve no useful purpose
to have me called as a witness.

It wasn't a lack of imagination,
was it, giving her the same scent?

It was so you wouldn't come home
smelling of another woman.

Good God, you could write a book.

Now you'll have all this time
on your hands, why not?

The Adulterer's Handbook
by John Profumo.

Everyone else seems to be
making money from it.

Perhaps Bill Astor will
collaborate with you.

Please, Val.
If we're to get beyond this...

If we're to get beyond it,
we need to get through it.

I know it's not your way of doing
things, but your way of doing things

has got us to this point
so I'm not terribly interested

in taking advice from you
at the moment, Jack.

Do you know what the party
calls you behind your back?

The Italian waiter.

The prosecution call
Miss Ronna Ricardo.

Miss Ricardo, just after
Christmas of last year,

you visited the accused
at his flat, did you not?

Yes.

Were you alone?

No.

It was me and my boyfriend
and a girlfriend of mine.

Did you have intercourse
with anybody on that occasion?

Yes, with my boyfriend.

What did your girlfriend do?

She was with Stephen.

In the other bedroom?

No.

In the same room?

All four of you together?

Yes.

You were all taking part
in intercourse...

..together?

Yes.

Upon how many occasions,
Miss Ricardo,

did you go to Stephen Ward's flat
for the purpose

of having sexual intercourse?

Once.

How many times?

Never more than once.

Miss Ricardo, I refer you to your
statement made to the police,

signed as true.

In January, did you go
to Dr Ward's flat,

where Dr Ward introduced
you to a man?

No.

Did you have intercourse
with that man

while Dr Ward waited
in the other room?

No.

"I had sex with this man
in Stephen's flat.

"He gave me a pony."

That's the sum of £25,
not the diminutive horse.

Did you say that to the police?

No, sir.

Then will you tell the jury why
on Earth it's in your statement

to the police,
read and signed by you?

I think...

I was kept so long
at the police station,

I was ready to sign anything.

Miss Ricardo...

..you have convictions
for prostitution on your record.

Is that correct?

Yes.

And you have a young sister
who lives with you,

as well as your own child?

That's right.

Was it put to you by Mr Herbert
and Sergeant Burrows

that if you didn't provide evidence
against the accused, Dr Ward,

both your sister and your baby
would be taken away from you

and placed in care?

They said it would never
come to court.

A couple of days?!

A couple of days!

They reckon Stephen's going to
get off at this rate.

And Len told me the latest
doing the rounds.

You go to the doctor and he says,

"Don't worry, Miss Keeler,
we'll have you back in bed

"in a couple of days."

Pathetic.

Do you think he will get off?

I hope he does.

I've been in stir, Christine.
I wouldn't wish that on anybody.

All right, love? Can I get you a drink?
I'd love one. Thank you.

Mata bloody Hari's up next.

Never seen her at Stephen's.
Have you?

Never.

And they call us prossies!

Poor cow looks like a ten-bob knock
on the Brompton Road.

Stephen Ward drove me to his flat.

He said there was a man in the flat
who wanted to go with a girl

and he said the man would pay him
the money.

Who was to be paid the money?

Stephen Ward.

He said if I visited him
two or three times a week

and went with men,

he'd save the money up for me
so I could get a flat.

Then he said he would introduce me
to the best clients.

No! Mr Ward!

Now, on arrival at the flat,

what happened?
There was a man waiting in the bedroom.

Stephen Ward gave me a contraceptive

and told me to go into the room
and strip.

And he said he would make coffee
while we did business.

And did you have sexual
intercourse with the man?

Yes.

Did you see Stephen Ward again
after that evening?

Yes.

The following week,
Stephen Ward picked me up

and took me to his flat,

and there was a man waiting
in the bedroom,

but a different man.

And this time there was a cane
on the bed.

Did you use it on the man?

Yes.

How were you dressed, Miss Barrett?

In underwear and high-heeled shoes.

How much were you paid
for whipping the man?

Erm...

..I don't know.
Stephen Ward took the money.

He told me he was saving it for me.
This is preposterous!

That's enough, Mr Ward!
I'm sorry, sir,

but this is the absolute bottom
of the bucket to hear

lie after lie being told
in this way.

You have to control yourself

or I will have to have you
removed from the court!

Everything what that scrubber
said is a pack of lies.

Even if it was, the other things
Stephen's admitted to.

He's worse than an animal.

Four people at a time?
Orgies? Whips?

The man's a pervert.
It's the only word for it.

He's a monster.

Sitting in that chair,

"I want to take care of Christine.
She's very young."

Makes me sick to think of it.

The perfect gentleman?

I thought you'd landed on your feet.

Aren't you going to ask me
if I did any of it?

Threesomes, foursomes,
sadomasochism.

They call it S&M, but you probably
know all about that.

I don't want to hear it, Christine.

Some men need to vibrate to get it off.

Shut it, you!
You're upsetting your mother.

Being weed on or shat on.

You're disgusting.
You was happy enough to take my money.

16, standing at Murray's in a pair
of knickers with my tits out.

What did you think was going to happen?
You wanted to go to London.

I couldn't stop you.

You couldn't get me to leave
quick enough after the baby.

Yes. The shame you brought
on this household.

Nothing but a common prostitute.
I am not a prostitute!

I'm not.

No more than you are,
staying with him.

Letting him give you a good poke
when he rolls in from the pub

just cos he gives you house-keeping.

At least I only have it away
with blokes I actually fancy.

I am not a prostitute.

Morning.

Billy?

The poor man's not stupid, sir.
It's a copy and he wants it back.

Has he given a copy to anyone else?
A politician, he says. George Wigg.

Something about wanting
the truth to come out.

Little shit.

If Christine's on tape saying
she lied in court about Gordon...

I've listened to it. She says
he lied in court,

black eye, Fenton and Comacchio,
the lot.

Lucky Lucky Gordon, eh?

They might let him out after all.

It's worrying though. What happens
when they find out Christine lied?

That's the difference between you
and me, John. You're a worrier.

Stephen Ward is a ponce, end of.

If it comes out later that Christine
told a few porkies about Lucky...

..so what?

She'll have served her purpose.

There's no honour among slappers.

Good morning, Dr Ward.
Full of pep and go, I hope.

Ready to get in the witness box.

Do you think the jury
believes Vicky Barratt?

There is a strong belief
in this country

in the honesty and integrity
of the police force.

It will do you no good
to push the matter too far.

Not that the judge
would allow me to.

Well, Christine, if you put more
stress on her lying about Ivanov,

and over Lucky.
Every one of that
jury has told a lie, Dr Ward.

Many lies through their lives.

But they haven't indulged
in foursomes

or lived with a teenage whore
who smokes reefers

and takes a succession of...

..negroes as her lovers, even if
they wanted to do such things.

Indeed, the fact you've had
experiences these people

can scarcely admit they envy

only pours fuel on the roaring
bonfire of your depravity,

as far as they're concerned, which
is surely why the News Of The World

increased its circulation by half
a million since your case began.

If it comes out in Gordon's appeal
that Miss Keeler

has committed perjury,
that will be another matter.

If she were to be exposed
as an unreliable witness,

Justice Marshall may have to dismiss
her evidence against you.

So long as it happens before
the jury has to reach a verdict.

That is out of our hands.

Today, you must concentrate on
making the best possible impression.

And what about my list
of character witnesses?

Has Bill sent word?

Lord Astor?

Shoulders back, there's a good chap.

What were your intentions,
arranging for two teenage girls

to live in your flat, Mr Ward?

I found them both
very attractive girls.

Lively.

Fun.

There was nothing sinister about it.

They were both working at Murray's.

A great number of men as well as me
appreciated their charms.

On various occasions,
they needed somewhere to live

and I had a spare room.

I became fond of them.

You were aware that they were...

..promiscuous?

Yes, I did speak to Mandy's parents
about it, and Christine's.

Re-assuring for them, I'm sure,

particularly after you'd already had
intercourse with Miss Rice-Davies.

While you were claiming
to act in loco parentis,

you were also introducing them
to your friends.

You are completely misrepresenting
the atmosphere at Wimpole Mews.

I never set myself up
as a father figure

and most of the time I was busy
with my practice

or drawing or playing bridge.

A scene from an Austin novel.

Yet, Miss Keeler and
Miss Rice-Davies have both said

that they had intercourse
with some of your friends.

Is that the case?
If they say so.

Yes.

What did you think these
promiscuous little girls

were having sexual intercourse
with men for?

I imagine it was for enjoyment
of the sexual act.

If only.

Miss Keeler has told this court
that while she was living with you

at Wimpole Mews, Mr Profumo
paid her for intercourse.

Is that true?

I had no idea that was the case.

No idea about the payment
or no idea about the intercourse?

No idea of the payments, certainly.

I could see an association
was developing

but I had no direct evidence the
two of them were sleeping together.

As a matter of fact,
I later reported my concerns

to the security services, who will
have the meeting on the record.

Now, that would be...

..Mr Woods of the security services.

Yes.

But both the police and your
solicitor were unable to trace him

despite the most strenuous efforts.

I'm telling you the truth.

But Miss Keeler, you say, has lied?

I think...

I think, like a lot of people...

..she convinces herself that story
she's told over a period of time

becomes true.

This is the case with the supposed
liaison with Captain Ivanov.

Christine is not a bad girl.

The newspapers are paying her a
great deal of money for her stories.

But what about the police, Mr Ward?

Are you suggesting that they are
being paid by the newspapers?

I have never made that suggestion.
But you said they lied.

About Miss Barrett, yes.
Miss Barrett has lied,

Miss Rice-Davies has lied,
Miss Keeler has lied.

If we're to believe you, every
single person in this case has lied,

except for you.

Even with the somewhat
disreputable pattern of my life,

do you think it probable
that I would invite a string

of anonymous men to my flat
to be flogged by a streetwalker

when since January I have been
constantly watched by the police,

had my phone tapped,

been besieged by the newspaper men
at every waking moment?!

Ask the press if they saw
Vicky Barrett

turning up three times a week
to Wimpole Mews.

Mr Ward, you are doing
your case no good

by not straightforwardly answering
the questions put to you.

I'm sorry, sir.

It's...

It's a great strain.

Of course it's a great strain,
Mr Ward.

It's a very great strain indeed
when a guilty man...

..hears the truth.

Princess Marina
and the Duke of Edinburgh?

Princess Margaret?
What's happened to her?

All the royal drawings were bought
directly after the gallery opened

this morning, on the condition
they were removed immediately.

By whom?

The buyer insisted on
complete anonymity.

I've...

..never heard a show like it.

Chin-chin.

Cheers, little baby.

If this trial was concerned
with establishing that Stephen Ward

led a thoroughly immoral life...

..your task would be a simple one.

No-one has thought to disguise
his character from you.

Indeed, my learned friend could
make a honeymoon sound obscene,

let alone the demoralised
and undisciplined life

of Stephen Thomas Ward.

If you felt the conscience
of the nation had been shamed

by a major scandal and then wished
to find a scapegoat for that shame,

you would hardly find a more
suitable man than Dr Ward.

His conduct is such as to
deprive him of any sympathy

from any quarter.

But that is not why you are here.

You are here to determine
purely on the evidence

if Dr Ward lived wholly or in part
on the earnings of prostitution.

In the course of their
investigation,

Chief Inspector Herbert
and Detective Sergeant Burrows

have interviewed over 140 witnesses.

Their pursuit of a conviction
has coloured the interpretation

of many facts connected
with the accused.

As a convicted prostitute,

Miss Barrett was vulnerable
to pressure from the police.

Miss Rice-Davies also had
pressure put on her

in giving evidence against Dr Ward.

Even so, it amounts to very little.

Miss Keeler's evidence
is more troubling.

After 24 police interviews, along
with any number with the press,

she might quite genuinely
be unable to distinguish

between truth and fiction.

If the conviction of
Aloysius Gordon is quashed

and the allegation is correct that
Miss Keeler gave perjured evidence

at his trial, then she has repeated
that perjured evidence here

in the Central Criminal Court.

How reliable is she?

What the matter before you
comes down to is this.

Is Dr Ward a dissolute man
with an artistic temperament

and high sexual proclivities

or a common or garden pimp?

Was this lamentable life of his
lead for fun...

..or profit?

On any fair and impartial view...

..you must find Dr Ward...

..not guilty.

Members of the jury...

..it will no doubt be a relief

to get away from
the squalid atmosphere

of promiscuity and perversion

that has permeated the evidence
of Stephen Thomas Ward.

His own counsel agrees.

The defendant is a filthy fellow.

Yet, Mr Burge would have you think

this is somehow irrelevant

to the charges brought against him.

You may think differently.

Those two penniless,
promiscuous little girls,

and this West End osteopath,
Dr Stephen Ward,

setting them up with
his influential friends.

What was the motive
of this thoroughly immoral man

if not to enrich himself
in some way?

Thank you.

We have received word
from the Appeal Court that

Aloysius Gordon has been freed
on appeal.

Mr Gordon, is there anything you'd
like to say to the general public?

I didn't think there'd be
the right thing done.

I'm pleased. Relieved.

I just want to get on with my life now.

Christine, if you're listening,

I forgive you.

Same in my heart as it ever was.

Thank you.
Mr Gordon, any other comments?

Members of the jury...

..you have heard
the Court of Criminal Appeal

has today dismissed
Mr Gordon's conviction.

The fact that Gordon's appeal
has been allowed

does not, of course, mean
the Court of Appeal found

that Miss Keeler is lying.

As I understand it, since the witnesses,

Fenton and Comacchio
have been found,

it was simply felt the court
couldn't assume

the jury would have returned the
same verdict in Mr Gordon's case.

That is all there is to make
of the appeal.

The Lord Chief Justice
has said it might be

that Miss Keeler's evidence
was completely truthful.

As we all cannot help but be aware,
in the eyes of the world,

our national life appears to have
become a sink of iniquity.

Common decency tells us
this cannot be true.

Common decency.

It is for you and you alone
to decide Ward's role

in the many insalubrious matters
you have been subjected to

as evidence during this trial.

If Ward was telling the truth
in the witness box,

there are in this city
many witnesses of highest estate

who could have come and testified
support of his evidence.

But the defence has called
no such witnesses.

Not one.

There may be many reasons why
Stephen Ward has been abandoned

in his extremity.

You must not guess at them.

But the fact remains, he has
been left, quite tellingly,

to face the music alone.

Entirely alone.

Absolutely outrageous.

Bad enough for Gordon's appeal to
be rushed through in this way,

but for Justice Marshall to lead
the jury over Miss Keeler's perjury,

I have never seen the like
in all my years at the bar.

Stephen.

Are you going to see Lucky
now he's been released, Chris?

Stephen!

So that's it, then? All hope is gone?
You must never say that.

Not until the jury come back
with a verdict.

And I can assure you,
if it's a wrong one,

we have very secure grounds
for an appeal.

Stephen!

Wishing you luck, baby.

Yesterday...

..upon the stair...

..I met a man who wasn't there.

He wasn't there again today.

I'm sorry I had to do this...

..but it's really more
than I can stand.

The horror, day after day,

in the court and on the street.

It's not only fear.

It's a wish not to let them get me.

I'd rather get myself.

Be happy.

I tried to do my stuff.