All language subtitles for The.Trial.of.Christine.Keeler.S01E06.1080p.WEBRip.x264

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.

You're nothing but a common
prostitute! I am not a prostitute!

No-one else was with you?
No, that's right. That's a lie.

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

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

And what about my list
of character witnesses?

Has Lord Astor sent word?

He has been left, quite tellingly,
to face the music alone.

Entirely alone.

Life is for living,
each and every day.

That's what Stephen
always taught me.

Just don't hurt anyone else
while you're at it.

Was it an overdose?

How bad is he?

Is he breathing?

Action.

And always make sure
to look your very best.

Hello?

Oh, that IS bad news.

Get away!

It's open. Come on, let's go inside.

Oh, that is...

That IS bad news.

I'm sorry.

Cut.

Image is everything, little baby.

It's Stephen Ward.

He's taken an overdose.

Words to live by, eh?

I was talking to a solicitor
at this party,

and he was amazed the judge
hasn't stopped Stephen's trial.

I said, "There's a surprise."

It's been a stitch-up
from start to finish.

Why should it be any different now
Stephen's hanging on by a thread?

They only just got to him in time.
I heard he was covered in vomit.

Christ, Mandy! I'm only telling you
what people are saying.

What's wrong? I feel sick.

Again? You're not up the duff,
are you?

They're saying Stephen left notes.

A whole pile of them.

Well, you won't be getting one.

You think you will?

Will the foreman please stand?

Members of the jury,
are you agreed upon your verdict

in the case of Regina
against Stephen Thomas Ward?

We are.

How say you on the count
of procuring a girl

under the age of 21
for sexual intercourse?

Not guilty.

On the second count of procuring
a girl under the age of 21

for sexual intercourse?

Not guilty.

How say you on the count
of living on the immoral earnings

of Vickie Barrett?

Not guilty.

On count two, living on the immoral
earnings of Marilyn Rice-Davies?

Guilty.

That's ridiculous!

How say you on count one,

living on the immoral earnings
of Christine Keeler?

Guilty.

His Honour will delay sentencing

until Dr Ward is fit
to return to court.

The verdict will be conveyed to
Dr Ward in hospital.

JOURNALISTS CLAMOUR

JOURNALISTS CLAMOUR

Bunch of hypocrites,
the lot of them!

You can't let it get to you
like this, Chris.

If you act like everything's your
fault, people treat you like it is.

They can call me whatever they like

as long as they don't call me
pigeon pie and eat me up.

My nanna used to say that.
It's like sticks and stones.

Sticks and stones
may hurt my bones...

For the love of God, can't you
just shut that gob of yours

for one bloody minute?!

Let's face it. If they get a picture
of you visiting Stephen,

they'll slap it on every front page
without you getting a penny for it.

Not everything is about money,
Mandy.

See? Crawling with them.

Maybe I'll come back tomorrow.

What are you doing later?
It's already later.

I mean after the club shuts?

Having fun.

Hmm! Splendid!

And you?

Mr Profumo,
what if your wife finds us?

She's a famous actress.

Such a famous actress.

Mr Profumo, what if your wife
finds us? She's such a...

TELEPHONE RINGS

Westminster, four, two, five,
seven, nine. Christine speaking.

You're joking.

Can they even do that?

OK, then.

Well, what do you expect me
to say about it? Bye.

Well...

..at least I don't have to kill
myself learning all this guff!

Equity are refusing
to give me a card.

I'm not even allowed
to play myself now.

Why? It's the actors' union.

They won't let you do a film
without an Equity card.

Something about me dragging down
the industry.

You were meant to be getting
a fortune for that!

TELEPHONE RINGS

I mean, most of goes in tax,
obviously. It's ridiculous,

I'm seriously thinking about moving
abroad.

Westminster, four, two, five,
seven, nine.

Oh, my...

It's not Stephen?

Chris?

No. No.

RADIO: To the BBC Studio, the news.

It has been announced that
Dr Stephen Ward has died.

The osteopath and artist had been
taken into hospital in London,

following an overdose
of barbiturates

during his trial at the Old Bailey.

He was found guilty on vice charges

pertaining to Christine Keeler
and Marilyn Rice-Davies.

Viscount Astor
has made this statement.

Leave it.

Stephen Ward possessed
remarkable gifts of healing

which he exercised skilfully,
conscientiously...

..and generously.

He was guilty, you know.

The fellow was guilty.

Those of us who were
fortunate enough

to have been treated by him...

..will remember Stephen
with great gratitude.

Left your guide dog at home,
have you?

Ron?

Ron, gin and orange,
by the look of it. No, thanks.

Go on, make an old fella happy.

Why don't you just piss off?
Jesus, all right.

Just being friendly.

You on the rag or something, love?

I am, actually.

Bleeding like a pig
in a slaughterhouse.

Can't change my sanitary towel
fast enough. Soaks straight through.

Puts me right off it,
having such a heavy flow.

I can tell you like to have fun.

We have a future, you and I.

Does spinning that line
actually get you laid?

All the time.

May I?

A bit too much fun.

I got fined two bob for those.

Gentlemen don't pay to see bruises.

Well, quite.

You mark my words, Ron,
we've only been told half the story.

You can see it in the eyes.

He's a ruddy pervert.

It's all going to come out now.

He was supplying prostitutes
to half the Cabinet,

and most of the House of Lords.

He wasn't even a real doctor.
Stop talking shit about him!

Stupid cow!

You idiot!

You don't know anything about it!

That's enough now! Come on!

Get off me!

Get off!

The funeral...

The doctor's told you, Chris.
You need to rest.

I'll show you out.

Life has to go on, Christine.

The last thing
Stephen would have wanted

is for you to carry on like this.

You know he couldn't have
cared less about the funeral.

Tomorrow is another day.

Life is good, little baby.

I appreciate that you are all asking

for some personal comment
from my wife and I

on the occasion
of the funeral of Dr Ward.

We have no comment to make.

I would, however, like to take this
opportunity to express once more

my profound remorse for the
circumstances of my resignation.

Beyond that, neither I nor my wife
have anything further to say.

We ask now to be left in peace,

so that we may continue our lives
as private individuals.

Thank you.

Stuffy in here.

We need to open some windows.

Thought you were supposed to be
taking it easy.

Just seeing how much I've got.

Cash.

Will you count it for me, doll?

You need a bank account.
Oh, go on, count.

You might as well take the rent
and all, while you're at it.

Fresh start.

Oh, come on, Chrissie.
Sorry! Sorry!

You've kept this gentleman waiting
for nearly an hour.

Look, I've got it. The, erm...
The deposit.

Oh, where's the rest of it? We told
them you could pay full, in cash.

No, it's fine. I've got it at home.

I just... I didn't want to
get robbed, is all.

Good girl.

Wouldn't have killed you to run
a brush through your hair, would it?

Dream come true, eh?

I always promised you
one day I'd buy you a house.

And you didn't believe me,
did you Ted?

Fresh start.

For all of us.

Yeah.

Don't say you gave the papers
this address, did you, love?

Course not. Just ignore them.

Say "no comment," and they'll
get bored in the end.

Wait there.

Mr Burrows.

Mum thought you were a reporter.

Christine Margaret Keeler,

I'm arresting you on charges
pertaining to perjury,

conspiracy, and attempting
to obstruct the course of justice.

You what?! You don't need to
say anything at this time,

but what you do say may be used
in evidence against you.

Oh, my God!

Christine! What have you done now?!

It's nothing to do with me,
Christine.

The DPP sent for the file when
Lucky Gordon's appeal went through.

The judge even said
at Stephen's trial,

he made an actual point of saying
I could have told the truth!

Yeah, well, you didn't, did you?

And they've got you saying
as much on tape.

So what? You knew about that...

That's without Fenton
and Comacchio turning up!

And Paula's brother, who's come
forward to say it was him

that gave you the black eye,
not Lucky.

Well, what about you lot? If I've
committed perjury or obstruction

or whatever you're calling it,
you went along with it!

That's enough of that.

You be very careful
what you say in here, Christine.

As I was saying,
the Director of Public Prosecutions

has decided there's
a case to answer.

Should have shagged him instead
of Profumo. Not too late, is it?

We'll find you a solicitor.

Where's your mate?
Inspector Herbert?

He'd love this,
he's always had it in for me.

Superintendent Herbert.
He's been promoted.

Of course he bloody has!

I've got the charges here
as follows.

Two counts of conspiracy
to obstruct justice,

one count of perjury,
one count of conspiracy...

They want to get me, don't they?

They got Stephen...

..and I'm next.

Mandy, can we get a quick word?
What are you up to next, Mandy?

I'm in discussions about some very
exciting international projects.

Watch this space! What about
Christine's arrest, Mandy?

Christine knows I'm thinking of her.
I'm sure she'll be given bail.

Is she guilty? I don't know
about the legal details.

Sorry, gents,
I'm off to the airport!

JOURNALISTS CLAMOUR

This court finds there is a case
to answer on all charges.

The trial date is set
for the 6th of December.

Christine? Chrissie? Christine?

Christine!

We appear to be
yesterday's news at last.

The coast is completely clear.

I imagine the press
are all elsewhere.

It does seem a bit harsh
the girl's facing prison.

I mean it.
Or are we endlessly to blame women

for the weaknesses
and wickedness of men?

Well...

..we are weak.

It's useless denying it.

Ever since Eve tempted Adam.

You could argue, you know,
you have all the power.

You could, but we don't.

We have what you call power
for a fraction of our lives,

in one tiny sphere,

and apparently only men are allowed
to decide how that's conferred,

because the real power, authority,
status, money, lies with you.

Come on Val, are you really saying
you never flirted to get a part

when you were younger?

Flirted?! I was 15
when I went on the stage.

You have no idea, really.

Being a teenage girl is like being
invited to a glorious picnic...

..then you discover
you're one of the sandwiches.

That poor girl never had a chance.

God! Respectable women
aren't meant to enjoy sex,

but men are willing
to pay prostitutes

to pretend to enjoy it
for money.

Well, perhaps she did enjoy it.

Perhaps she did.

Whether we do or we don't,

you still have the nerve
to call it degradation.

I do nothing of the sort. The press,
then. The courts. Your colleagues.

Do you think I don't look at
beautiful men and want them, Jack?

Young men?

But to pay a young man
to pretend to desire me,

that WOULD be degradation.

Surely the only currency for sex,
real sex,

is genuine desire, on both sides.

Skin for skin. Body for body.

Otherwise, you're just
using another human being

as a sort of handkerchief.

I've said I am sorry so very many
times, and I am. Truly I am.

But if I'm to continue
to be your husband,

I cannot be your whipping boy.

There are things I saw in the war...

..terrible things...

..I haven't spoken about
with anyone.

And I doubt I ever will.

But what I saw in Italy...

Those men.

Those young men.

While you were
worrying about your close-up...

..having doors held open for you.

I am a man, Valerie.

I only did
what all my friends were doing.

I just happened to get caught.

Marvellous, thank you.
We can manage the rest.

Sorry about that.
You must be rather sick of it.

At least he's not
calling me a prostitute.

Not out loud, anyway.

Can you get me off this,
Mr Hutchinson?

Everyone says you're the bee's
knees. It's going to be tricky.

The case at your bail hearing
was very clear, Miss Keeler.

Setting aside
the parade of witnesses,

the DPP has you on tape
saying you lied in court.

And this is by any standards
an admission of perjury.

So how long will I get?

If the judge takes a dim view,
two years.

Two years in prison? I'd top myself.

Believe me, I will do everything
within my power to persuade

the court that, after all the
publicity you've received,

the torrent of lurid articles,
people selling their stories,

you stand no chance whatsoever
of a fair trial.

I've never seen anything like it.

So you'll get them to drop it?

I'll do my very best,
as the boy scouts say.

Otherwise, your strongest suit
is to plead guilty,

and allow me to argue for leniency.

I'm not standing up in court
saying I'm guilty.

But Miss Keeler... Christine.

They've all lied through their teeth
Mr Hutchinson,

in court and out of it.

Profumo, the police, Lucky Gordon.

They all get off scot-free,
and I'm the only one getting blamed.

Shameless Slut Christine.
If I'm guilty, so are they!

But, you see, guilty here
has a purely legal meaning.

The police wanted to get Lucky
just as much as what I did.

Getting on my good side
so they could stitch up Stephen,

then leave me high and dry.

I can't imagine how dreadful
it's been for you...

..to be at the centre of all this.

Not at all what I was expecting.

Christine!

I'm not talking to the papers,
so you can do one.

Don't you recognise me, Chrissy?

# He's a high-falutin',
rootin' tootin'

# Son of a gun from Arizona... #

I haven't changed that much,
have I?

Bit of snow on the thatch.

Look at you.

You haven't changed a bit.

Still my little Chrissie.

Come here.

# How they run

# When they hear the fella's gun

# Because the western folks all know

# He's a high-falutin',
rootin', tootin'

# Son of a gun from Arizona

# Ragtime Cowboy

# Talk about your cowboy

# Ragtime Cowboy Joe. #

Well, you might as well know.

I haven't got as much money
as what everyone thinks.

Do I look like I need money?

I sent letters, cards.

Did your mum not let on?

That's a shame.
I thought she couldn't have.

I didn't think you'd ignore me.

You were such a soft-hearted
little thing.

Daddy's girl.

When you were home.

There was a war on. Do me a lemon!

I could have bumped into you
in the street.

I used to dream about that
all the time when I was little.

You waiting for me outside school.

It's not true, you know.

I'm not what they're saying.

I'm not a tart, Dad.

Course you're not.
I know you're not, love.

It's a bit late in the day, but
I came to say, I'll stand by you...

..whatever it is you've done.

Your father? My goodness,
that's quite a thing.

Don't know much about him,
except for that he buggered off.

That's my mum,
so God knows what really went on.

You're a very good listener,
Mr Hutchinson.

And an even better talker,
I assure you.

In court, anyway.

Any change of heart about your plea?

No.

Not guilty it is.

I wonder, erm...

..do you think Stephen Ward came
to have such a hold over you

because he held himself up as a
sort of substitute for your father?

Funny sort of father.

Well, quite.

Coming to London...

..meeting Stephen, it was like...

..like those X-ray specs
in the ads in the comics

we used to cadge
from the American GIs.

I didn't have a clue,
and then Stephen came along, and...

..I saw how the world really is.

Pretty diabolical, really.

But when I was with him,
I always felt safe.

Only time in my life
I've ever really felt like that.

Safe?

More than what I ever did at home.

RADIO: Crowds are gathering
outside The Old Bailey

for the trial of Christine Keeler.

The 21-year-old model
has been charged with perjury

and conspiracy to obstruct
the course of justice.

Time's ticking on, Chrissie.

Mandy's here!

What do you mean, "Mandy's here"?

Thought you might like a lift
to the Old Bailey.

Sure you've got room?
Loads! It's comfier than it looks.

Wait, where are you going?

If you wanted to do me a favour,

you could have called me
one single time since I was nicked,

or even offered
to stand bail for me,

instead of selling stories
about me to the papers.

I've been abroad, haven't I?
Just got back.

Well, that's handy, isn't it?
Just in time!

Just in time so you can be there
on the one day, the one day you know

there's going to be hundreds
of cameras waiting for me.

That's not why I'm here.

I've been thinking of you, Chris.

You can't think of anyone
but yourself.

You might have everyone else
fooled, Mand...

..but I know you.

What happened to you, Christine?

Jesus! What fucking hasn't?!

Suit yourself.

No need to go off at Mandy
like that.

It's only the truth.

I've had it with people
taking, taking, taking.

Dad's right, I need to
think of myself... Dad?!

He is my dad!

I'll tell you this, Ted's been
more of a father to you

than that article ever has!

You've been a right little bitch

ever since you let him
wander in and sweet-talk you.

Bet he tells you you're wonderful,
doesn't he? Can't live without you?

All those years worrying, providing
for you, sticking it out with Ted

so you'd have some sort of home,

while that wonderful father of yours
buggered off to God knows where.

You'll kill me with all this.
Well, bloody die, then!

You evil little bitch!

Yeah.

Yeah, that's right, Mum.

I'm evil.

Just like the papers say.

I'm an evil slut
who's only out for what she can get.

That's why I bought you that house.

I'm just warning you, that's all.
Colin Keeler isn't what he seems.

You want to learn the hard way,
so be it.

Well, you should keep away, then,
if seeing him upsets you so much.

I'll manage without you.

I'm used to it.

JOURNALISTS CLAMOUR

Got a new chap, Chris?

Christine! Christine!

Christ, there's Lucky.

He's getting nowhere near you,
and that's a promise.

Come on, out of the way.

So, er, just kicking off
with a few legal arguments.

All very boring.

I'm confident we'll get the
charges dropped. Sit tight.

I'd like to make an application,
m'lud,

for a stay of proceedings on all
the charges against the defendant.

In respect of the first charge...

You said they'd drop the whole
thing. You said you were confident.

Oh, I'm always confident.
You have to be.

What I'm not always is hopeful.

And, to be honest, I wasn't,
but I didn't want to burden you.

Now, the good news is the
prosecution will drop

a conspiracy charge
and one of the perjury charges,

if you plead guilty
to the other two.

I told you,
I'm not pleading guilty.

The remaining perjury charge is just
the concealment of Fenton

and Comacchio. It's nothing to do
with trying to frame Lucky.

If you accept it, it means
he can't come after you

for malicious prosecution. According
to the newspapers, he's keen.

And with an effective plea of
mitigation,

the judge might well agree
to a suspended sentence.

It's where I put the reasons you
did what you did to the court.

The background. The background is
Lucky Gordon went for me

like he'd been doing for years.
Nobody says any different. Exactly.

Now, Christine, you more than
anyone must know that justice

has nothing to do with the truth.

It's a game, with ridiculous rules.

Trust me, this is your best chance
of walking out of here today.

You did lie.

M'lud, in respect of the first
two charges,

the defendant wishes
to change her plea to guilty.

MURMURING

You see! I told you!

The girl lied.

No doubt about it!

Shut up!

Mr Hutchinson, you may begin.

There can be few people in
the whole of the country

without some opinion of
Christine Keeler,

thanks to what we have learned
to call...

..the Profumo Affair.

The Keeler Affair...

..is a much less glamorous tale.

It is the story of a girl
born and raised in poverty,

who lost a child
while she was still a child herself,

and who, in her short period
of scarcely adult life,

became the plaything
of assorted men.

It is the story of abuse

at the hands of Aloysius Gordon,

who would not let her live a life
independent of his desire

to control her every waking moment.

And it is Lucky Gordon,
not John Profumo,

Lucky Gordon and the fear
he instilled in her,

who has filled most of
Christine Keeler's thoughts

over the last two years.

This...

..girl...

..has been condemned on all sides,

held accountable for the downfall
of a great minister.

No-one seems to have taken
into account that Christine Keeler

has barely left childhood.

Any wrong she has done
pales into insignificance

tallied against the many wrongs
committed against her.

And principal among these
is her corruption

at the hands of the late
Stephen Ward.

Dr Ward groomed and fashioned
Miss Keeler in his image,

as a pleaser of men in his
snob world of power and privilege.

From the age of 17...

..17...

..the defendant lived in
a looking-glass world

of Dr Ward's making.

From the only man
she could look to for guidance,

the only man with whom she felt...

..truly safe, Christine certainly
derived no sense of morality.

Dr Ward was, on his own account,
a man entirely without morals.

It is, then, scarcely surprising
that this young girl came to

believe that she could manipulate
people and events,

indeed, in the case of Lucky Gordon,
the law itself, for her own ends,

but not out of arrogance or evil,

but out of desperation,

and even innocence.

Yes...

..innocence.

Miss Keeler may look like a siren.

She is not.

She is experienced
in matters of sex,

but about most other aspects
of life,

she remains exceptionally naive.

Now...

..Ward is dead,

Profumo disgraced.

And I know Your Lordship
will resist the temptation

of what I might call
society's pound of flesh.

Let no-one judge Christine Keeler
too harshly.

Since her tenderest years,

she has been enmeshed
in a net of wickedness.

THEY TALK QUIETLY

So much confusion.

I think the verdict's coming up.

Would the defendant please rise?

Miss Keeler, I accept that,
at the time

you committed these offences, you
were under a great deal of pressure.

But it is necessary to remember
that the object of justice

is to arrive at the truth.

If I were to pass this matter over
entirely,

it would give licence
to some new kind of oath,

under which a witness
would swear to tell the truth,

and that part of the truth
they felt convenient.

I sentence you to a term of nine
months at Her Majesty's pleasure.

PEOPLE EXCLAIM IN SHOCK

Thank you, Your Honour.

My dear, I did my best.

With good behaviour,
you'll be out in six months.

Why did you have to
go on about Stephen like that?

I never said to do that!

I trusted you!

Look straight ahead.

Turn to the left.

MUFFLED SHOUTING: We're taking bets,
Chrissie.

Whose was bigger, Profumo or Ward?

Nah, she likes a bit of the old
black magic, don't you, darlin'?

Don't forget the Russian!
Mucky little cow.

Your snatch must have had
more foreign dicks in it

than the United Nations!

Your letter came at the right time.

I'm at a loose end,

as you probably know already.

I assume that, as a charity, you're
always looking to raise funds,

but I should tell you that none of
the names in my contact book

are answering my telephone calls
at present.

One can't blame them for that.

Not at all.

But I'm a doer, you see.

I need to be useful.

So, um...

..put me to use.

Sorry.

Clumsy me.

Posh git!

Just wave when you want me to start.

You can tell me if I'm out of tune,
I don't mind.

MUSIC PLAYS

# You don't drive a big fast car

# You don't look like a movie star

# And on your money,
we won't get far

# You got what it takes for me... #

Morning, Bill.

Morning, John.

# My hair goes around and around

# And when you kiss me

# Oo-ee

# My heart comes tumbling down

# You send me... #

Happy New Year.

# You don't dress
in the best of taste

# And nature didn't give you
such a beautiful face

# But, baby,

# You got what it takes

# To satisfy

# You got what it takes
to set my soul on fire

# Whoa and a oh, yeah

# You got what it takes for me

# You got what it takes for me

# Yeah. #

Mandy's record's doing well.

It's in all the shops.

Can she even sing?

Don't matter nowadays, does it?

You could make a record,
when you're out.

She says she'd like to
come and see you.

I bet.

"Christine's Prison Hell,"
by Mandy. No, thanks.

I don't blame her, Mum.

I don't.

She's a laugh.

People like that.

She doesn't rub everyone up
the wrong way, like I do.

You're not yourself.

I am myself.

Isn't that always the trouble?

Sorry.

There's too much time
to think in here.

Did they tell you?

The governor's arranging to
change my release day

so the papers can't get to me.

Or the nutters.

Yeah, they said.

You'll be there, won't you, Mum?

Toynbee Hall, Ma'am.

Roy, do you take sugar? Yes, please.
How many? Two, please.

Thank you.
Thank you, that's very kind.

Thank you. Oh, excuse me.

I thought I could take you
for lunch.

Oh!

What a delightful surprise.

My wife is taking me for lunch, Sue!

I hope I haven't spoiled your plans.

No, no, not at all.

I dread Wednesdays.

Rissoles.

VALERIE LAUGHS

Is Sue your secretary?

Oh, good Lord, no.

I'm not that important.

Back to your cells now, ladies.

They reckon they'll call
an election soon.

No chance the Tories will win
after all of this.

I wouldn't vote for 'em!

Not too long now, eh?

You're doing smashing, poppet.

You'll see. When you're out of here,
the world is your oyster.

I detest oysters.

Supposed to make you feel sexy,
but they taste like snot.

Steady on.

Why'd you do it?

Why did you have to
talk to the papers?

I didn't! I mean, not like that.

Business has dried up a bit lately,
but that's not why.

Just...I got chatting to this
bloke in the pub about it,

and couldn't resist mentioning you.

Next thing I know,
he's talking money.

I didn't even know he was
a reporter, Chrissie, I swear.

Not to begin with.

50 quid.

100.

I told him to do one.

He told me he could use
what I'd already said.

I didn't even get the 50!

If you're lying...

..if there's more to come out...

I swear to God.

Mum warned me.

SHE SNIFFS

Said you'd let me down.

Nobody's perfect, love.

Chrissie...

I just wish...

I really wish they weren't rubbish.

Why are men...

..so bloody rubbish?

CAR DOOR SLAMS

I think you'll like
what we've done to the house.

And there's a room ready for you...

..if that's what you want.

What Mr Hutchinson said...

..in court, about Stephen...

You shouldn't be letting all that
prey on your mind,

today of all days.

But I can't stop thinking about it.

Was it all Stephen's fault?
I don't know.

I'm as bad as everyone else
who pissed on him when he was down.

Worse still,
because I knew him best.

JULIE SIGHS

You should put all that behind you,
now.

Best way.

He was a queer fish, Stephen.

He wasn't normal.

Maybe that's what he saw in me.

Stephen was the only man who's
never wanted anything from me.

Not money...

..not sex.

I can't work it out.

Well, if you can't, who can?

You know where we are.

Whoo!

No doubt about it, little baby,

heads will turn!

Is the West End ready for us,
I ask myself?

Right.

Onwards.

Oh, um, I'm not sure I like it,
Stephen!

Oh, it'll be fun, darling.

We'll walk past Buckingham Palace,

see if we can get the Household
Cavalry to shoot their load.

You can give a little wave
to the Duke of Edinburgh, hm?

Oh, I said...

..I don't like it.

I'd never ask you to do anything
you didn't want to do, little baby.

You know that, hm?

We're twins.

No, we're bloody not. Ow!

How about you take me
for a walk instead?

STEPHEN GROWLS AND BARKS

CHRISTINE LAUGHS

Christine Keeler.

Wherever I go,
I'll never be able to escape her.

But there's the story, you know,

and there's me.

And they're not the same.

They've just got the same name.

Hold on.

Go on, then.

It's definitely her.

# That's the most important thing
to me

# And if I was Bobby's girl

# If I was Bobby's girl

# What a faithful,
thankful girl I'd be

# What a faithful,
thankful girl I'd be

# Bobby's girl. #

MUSIC: You Really Got Me,
by The Kinks

Buy you a drink, love?

No, thanks.

Hey!

# Girl, you really got me goin'

# You got me so I don't know
what I'm doin' now

# Yeah, you really got me now

# You got me so I can't sleep
at night

# Yeah, you really got me now

# You got me so I don't know
what I'm doin' now

# Oh, yeah, you really got me now

# You got me so I can't sleep
at night

# You really got me

# You really got me

# You really got me

# See, don't ever set me free

# I always want to be by your side,

# Girl, you really got me now

# You got me so I can't sleep
at night

# Yeah, you really got me now

# You got me so I don't know
what I'm doin' now

# Oh, yeah, you really got me now

# You got me so I can't sleep
at night

# You really got me

# You really got me

# You really got me

# Oh, no...

# See, don't ever set me free

# I always want to be by your side

# Girl, you really got me now

# You got me so I can't sleep
at night

# Yeah, you really got me now

# You got me so I don't know
what I'm doin' now

# Oh, yeah, you really got me now

# You got me so I can't sleep
at night

# You really got me

# You really got me

# You really got me. #

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