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This programme deals
with Sexual Abuse

and contains very
strong language

and scenes which some
viewers may find upsetting.

His memory is
honoured by the presence

of the Lord Lieutenant
of West Yorkshire,

who today represents His
Royal Highness Prince Charles.

Also, the Mayor of Leeds

and the Mayors of
Scarborough and Otley

with their civic dignitaries.

Members of the Royal
Marines and the BBC.

It is impossible to list

all the charitable causes which
he supported and espoused,

but representing them
all in a special way

are those for which
he is most well-known.

Stoke Mandeville Hospital,

Leeds General Infirmary

and Broadmoor,

to name but a tiny few.

Today, Jimmy lies at
the front of this cathedral,

where, in former years,

he had remained
discreetly hidden at the back

in order not to disturb
people's prayers

or distract their attention from
what was taking place at this altar.

When I heard he'd
died, you know what,

I think I was actually pleased

that that horrible
specimen was dead.

But then on the other
hand, I also thought,

"He's got away with it."

It was... good riddance.

But it's also that he got away
with something that was... appalling.

I feel...

..that, you know,
as old as I am now,

I would have
danced on his grave.

He identified the people,
and he picked and he chose,

like any paedophile that
grooms, his captive audience.

And I think that really is
where he got his buzz from,

and for a Roman
Catholic to be doing that,

in sight of God's eyes,

he must've felt empowered
and that that was OK -

if you can do that in
front of God, that's OK.

He groomed a whole nation.

Now, then, Dr Wordsmith,

you tell me exactly
what it is you want,

and I'll see if I can help you.

I want to... tell the
story of your life.

And why would
you want to do that?

As I said in the call,

you're a very famous
and intriguing man.

I'm also a very boring man.

There's no hidden
depths to me, no secrets.

What you see, with
me, is what you get.

Well, I can't... I can't
just believe that, erm...

To write this book, I need to know
about the man behind the image.

Don't have an image.

There's only one Jimmy
Savile, and you're looking at him,

so I don't know how you think

you're going to write the
kind of book you have in mind.

Then why let me come all this
way if you don't want to do this?

I'm not saying there
isn't a story. There is.

And although I'm
still in rude health,

as a gentleman of a certain age

who occasionally feels the hand
of the big fella on his shoulder,

perhaps now is
the time to tell all.

But why should
I tell all to you,

a Johnny from London whom
I've never set eyes on before?

Well, I've set eyes
on you. When?

As a kid, in the
audience at Jim'll Fix It.

I was a massive fan.
You and millions more.

And I've followed
your career ever since.

You could call it... an
absolute obsession.

I really do want to
write this book, Jimmy.

I can see that.

And since you've brought
me this excellent snout,

rolled on the thighs
of Cuban maidens,

then... why don't
we give it a go?

But it has to be the
truth, or there's no point.

I know no other way.

And I can ask anything?
No no-go areas?

Ask away. I'm ready to tell all.

Where do you want to start?

At the beginning,
your childhood?

Didn't have one. Next question.

I suppose you want to hear the story
of my overnight success, eh, Daniel?

Well, er, my overnight
success took 20 years.

Achieved by hard work...

..and following the
guiding light of the Duchess,

who brought me up
in the Catholic faith.

Are you still practising? Do you
still go to confession and mass?

That's a private matter
between me and the big fella.

And don't think you'll
find any great secret

that'll be the key to my
life by probing that area.

If you think that,
you can think again.

I'm just trying to understand
what makes Jimmy Savile tick.

What makes me
tick is very simple.

Fun, fun, fun.

It's a good job your mothers
and fathers aren't here to see this!

Talk about Sodom and Gomorrah!

Right, guys and gals, get your
derrieres rocking and bopping

to the sounds of
Mr Sherwin Linton!

And don't forget Jimmy's
number-one house rule.

Lots of shenanigans but...

Mum's the word! My goodness,
I've got you well trained.

Problem, Sav. "Father"
to you, Raymond.

You can call me "Sav"
when your balls drop.

Sorry, Father.

The Tank's caught that twat
trying to get in the back again.

Right, take over. Thanks.

You're getting a bit
confused, young fella.

Or why would you keep mistaking
the back door, which is staff only,

with the front door,
where you have to pay?

You must have flu of the brain.

Luckily, Dr Savile's got a cure.

I'll leave it to my pal
here to administer it.

Twat.

So that's the Teardrops with
I'm Going to Steal Your Boyfriend.

Well, lasses, if your
boyfriends get stole,

yours truly here is
always ready to oblige!

Sorted. Right, smooch time.

Guys and gals, the
midnight hour approacheth,

so grab a partner,

don't be particularly fussy
about where you grab 'em,

because it's the last dance.

That's right, it's smooch time!

And the smooch song tonight
is... Al Hazan with Hello Heartbreak.

Oh, dear, ladies, no partners?

Sad, in't it? Oh,
it's a tragedy!

Two beauties like you.

You're not offering to
dance with us, are you?

No, I can't join you on the
dance floor, I'd lose my aura.

What's an aura?

It's a mysterious
God-given quality.

Jesus Christ had
one, Elvis has one,

as do a few other pop stars.

You're not a pop star, though!

You're just a DJ who
runs a Manc club.

We've met Billy Fury.

Well, I've met Elvis.

You fibber! As sure
as I'm standing here.

And he gave me a
little bit of his aura.

Fancy coming back to mine after?

And I'll tell you
all about Elvis?

Maybe. We'll think about it.

There.

You should be paying me
for this apprenticeship, pal.

Oh, ladies, ladies!

Now I've got a question for you.

Have you ever been
in a Rolls-Royce?

Have we heck!

Well, the good news is that

there's plenty of room for
the three of us in the back.

Oh, hello.

I'll deals with this.
Another time, another time.

How can I help you, officer?

This lad says your
bouncer give him a pasting!

The bastard smacked
seven shades out of me!

I think the young lad's
confused. You told him to!

All right? And you know you did!

All I know, officer, is
sometimes we have no choice

but to eject gents
who get a bit lairy,

and in so doing it can happen

that their heads collide
with a door on the way out,

and I humbly suggest that's
what's happened on this occasion.

This is such shit!

Thing is, son, it's your
word against Mr Savile's...

Yeah, and you'll take his!

Cos he's got you in his pocket!

Twat!

Sorry about that.

Always happy to
help, officer. To be fair,

we don't stand any nonsense
down at Bootle Street nick either.

Well, they don't call it Brutal
Street for nowt, do they?

Night, Jimmy. Night-night.

What you've got to
understand, Daniel,

is I worked hard,
but I played hard.

You're talking
about, erm, girls?

The fair sex, God bless 'em.

And there were
always... plenty available?

Always.

You've got to remember, I
was king of clubland. Hmm.

I brought the Swinging
Sixties to the North of England

before anyone thought of it.

And had I not been a gentleman,

a lot of those young girls
could've been in moral danger.

How do you mean?

I'm talking about
scruples, Dr Wordsmith,

as given to me by the Duch.

And if a young girl
wanted a dalliance,

I made sure it was
all above board.

As opposed to, er, what? Erm...

Exploitative, nonconsensual?

You're using long words.

There are rumours, er... that
there's another side to you, Jimmy.

And what rumours might those be?

Your taste for
young women, girls.

There you go again, you see?

I said there is no "side" to
me, the rumours are cobblers.

It was all good clean fun.

What?

Father.

They're here.

You really have met him, then?

Oh, aye, found myself in the
offices at Decca in London.

They said, "We've got
this gold disc for Elvis

"for It's Now Or Never,
how do we get it to him?"

Before you know it,
I'm on a plane to LA.

Found him on a
Hollywood film set.

True gent. He took the record,

and he danced the bossa
nova round the studio just for me.

What a story!

Well, when opportunity
knocks, don't hesitate.

That's my motto.

You can blag anything, you,
can't you, Father? Oh, aye.

Is he really your son?
Adopted, yeah, a waif and stray.

I found him under the arches in
Piccadilly crying for his mammy.

I don't know what to
believe with you two.

Why are the walls black?

I told 'em to paint them black.

Why?

It's so dark.

How's your tea, anyway?

Weak.

Them tea leaves have
only been used twice before.

Ugh! Have they?

Yeah, I was feeling generous.

Anyway, you've had your tea.

How's about a
bit of friendliness?

What do you mean?

Why don't I show you?

So, er, you been to church
today, it being Sunday?

No.

Not religious, then?

No.

I am, very.

Would you like me to
teach you how to pray?

Why don't you come over here?

Come on.

Kneel down, there's a good girl.

Hands together, like that.

My...

What a vision.

You could be a nun.

I bet you've done some very
un-nun-like things, haven't you, eh?

What do you mean?

You know what I mean.

Come on!

Are you all right? No!

I'm not!

What did he do?

I don't want to talk about it!

We should never have come here.

You won't tell anyone?

Of course not!

Let's just get out of
here, come on. Yeah.

But why?

It's not as if you don't stand
out enough in this city already.

There's a whole world
beyond Manchester, son,

and, er... a lot of people

live and die in it...

..without ever being noticed.

I thought Manchester was
grim. Leeds is a shithole.

The prodigal son returns!

This is a privilege.

I don't make a habit of
introducing people to the Duchess.

Mother?

What have you done now?!

Professional reasons, Mother.

How are you, my darling?
You're giving me palpitations.

You'll be the death of me!

Nonsense, Mother,
you'll live forever.

And who's this?

Jimmy's little helper.

People will think
you're a pansy.

It's like the old joke, in't it?

A fella says to his pal, "My
mother made me a homosexual."

And the pal says, "If I give her
some wool, will she make me one?"

That's not funny.

People are talking about you.

"What's he up to?"

I say, "I wish I knew."

They tell me you've taken over
as manager down at the Mecca

but all you do is clown around
and speak in a silly voice.

It was a lovely
ballroom, proper dancing.

Joe Loss, Victor Sylvester.

Now it's just youngsters cavorting
to heaven knows what racket.

They love him, Mrs Savile.

He's old enough
to be their father.

What business are
teenagers of his?

My business with
young people, Mother,

is to sprinkle some stardust
onto their wretched lives.

And he's the best
in the business.

That was an
unsolicited testimonial.

You should see him up
there, spinning those records.

I've no wish to. He
was the first person

who thought of getting
people to dance to records.

So he says.

I'd divide everything he
tells you by two if I were you.

And he's on Radio Luxembourg.

Never listened,
wouldn't know how.

We can sort that out.

Look at that.

It runs off batteries,
you can take it anywhere.

And I've tuned it so you
can listen to my show.

I'm quite happy with the BBC.

But I'm not on the BBC,
Mother. And nor will you ever be!

As if they'd put a man with a
common Yorkshire accent on the BBC.

Look what you've turned into!

Why couldn't you have done
something worthwhile with your life,

like Charles Hulligan?

Become a squaddie?
Sent to the colonies?

Taking orders from
other people all day?

He's been invalided out.

He's at the infirmary
now - head porter!

And it's still not too late to
do something with your life.

Oh, here he comes!
Jimmy! Jimmy! Jimmy!

Steady on, steady on!
You're giving me palpitations!

Are you all looking
forward to an afternoon

of top hits, fun and excitement?

A vision, a vision...

Look at this, look,
such beauty...

Oh, whoo! See you in there.

Enter!

They said you wanted me?

Shut the door.

This, er... your first visit to
Jimmy's palace of pleasure, is it?

Yeah.

Thought so.

I was coming with a friend,
but she hasn't turned up.

Oh.

All on your ownio, eh?

No matter, sweetheart.

I think you'll, er...
you'll have a super time.

Got to see your ticket first.

Don't be shy. I know where
you girls keep your tickets.

What else have you
got in your knickers?

I think you better show me.

Go on.

Let's see.

Eric! My good friend!

Jimmy, good to
see you. Yeah, er...

This lass lost her ticket,
but we've found it now,

so there you go, run
along and have fun.

It's Saturday afternoon,

and the place is
heaving, and with kids!

Until six o'clock,

when they go home for a
glass of milk and a bedtime story,

then, in the evening, I do it
all again for the older ones.

This place was
dying on its feet.

Well, no-one bothered to tell
this city the 1950s are over.

Well, you've certainly
done that. They love you.

You are the man, Jimmy
- everybody's saying it.

Now, I know you've got
your show at Luxembourg,

you've got irons in the fire
at Decca and elsewhere,

but, er... I'm not
going to let you go.

I want even more
of that Savile magic.

You're listening to
Radio Luxembourg,

the station of the stars

and the sprinkler of pop stardust
on all you happy young people.

Good evening, one and all!

This is Jimmy Savile

with a new edition of
Teen And Twenty Disc Club.

Now, I'll bet that many
of you are listening to this

on your transistor radios
underneath your bedclothes.

And what better place
for a teenager to be,

with your good friend
Jimmy for company,

and what better song than

I Could Make You Mine by
David Marks and The Marksmen?

What sins do you
want to confess?

I don't know if I love my son.

And why do you
have this feeling?

He came along after
my other six children.

I know it's wrong, but
I didn't want any more.

"Not again," I
said to the doctor.

I think he's always
known I felt like that.

It's my fault he's
like he is, he's...

..always looking for
attention, showing off.

I worry there's some...
terrible darkness in him.

Has he committed mortal sins?

I don't know, but I
worry that he has.

Does he go to confession?

Yes, but I don't
think he tells the truth.

If there is such a
darkness in him,

it's God he'll have
to answer to, not you.

And no sin is hidden from Him.

At the end of our lives,
we all face a final reckoning.

But a mother should love
her child unconditionally,

and I don't.

We all love imperfectly.

I don't think you've
committed a sin.

But you must never stop
trying to love or have faith in him.

Mr Hulligan, I presume!

I hear you're the big
cheese round here now.

Well, well, well!

How was India?

Oh, beautiful
country, lovely people.

So how come you ended
up back here on civvy street?

Got stabbed. Aye.

Fella just came up
to me in the street

and buried an eight-inch
blade in my guts.

Oh! Was it something you said?

Didn't say a word.

Lost my spleen, nearly died.

It were the uniform he was
stabbing, not me personally.

Ah, yeah. Anyway, you're a...
you're a disc jockey now, I hear?

Among other things, yeah.

I believe you've been involved in
setting up a hospital radio service.

Come here.

Behold.

It's proving very
popular. Yeah? Aye.

So, er... how does it work?

Well, the disc jockey sits here

and plays records
requested by patients.

So what, they listen
to it on headphones?

No, no, just speakers on wards.

So what if Aunt Mabel, er,
who's sitting on her bedpan,

trying to do her business,

doesn't want to do it to the
strains of Crying by Roy Orbison?

You need headphones.

We've no money for
headphones. This is all donated.

Who are your disc jockeys?
Well, I do as much as I can,

and we've volunteers.

So you'd welcome
some professional tips?

Thanks, but, er... patients
like our amateur touch.

Well, you're head porter, I
could be your chief cheerer-upper.

It's Jimmy Savile!

Hey, Jimmy, we were
at t'Mecca the other night!

It was wild! Mad!

You had us in the palm
of your hand, you did.

Yeah, you're the talk of Leeds!

Well, Leeds ain't seen
nothing yet, sweetheart.

And may I say how
tres enchante I am

to meet such a
delightful young lady?

Oh, young... lady...! Oh!

My good friend, er, Charles
here was just asking me

if I wouldn't mind volunteering
here at the hospital.

Wow! That'd be fab!
I said I'd be delighted.

Well, it's not up to me, you'd
have to have management approval.

Well, if you're happy,
they'll be happy.

Now, must crack on.
Stand aside, my good man!

Presumably, young lady, they've
put a generous measure of gin in that!

And I'll be your
tonic, how about that?

Boss, how are you? Champion.

Who's this spotty Herbert?
Little Jeff, Ray got him in.

Where's Ray? Southport, I think.

What's he doing in Southport?
Said something about a gig.

Go on, fuck off, Noddy.

Good evening, guys and gals!

Another chilly old
evening in Manchester.

Why don't we turn the
temperature right up with this?!

All right?

We've no milk.

How was last night?

Yeah, good, er...
The club was buzzing.

Yeah?

How much'd you take on the door?

Well, erm...

I didn't actually count.

It would have been
tricky, wouldn't it?

Being as you weren't there.

I was offered a
job in Southport.

I got a top lad in
to cover for me...

Top lad? I called in.

The place was like
a bloody morgue!

I'm off.

Right.

Is that all you can say?

I wasn't expecting
flowers, but fuck me!

I did, love.

I had a chance to
make a few extra quid...

I pay you to mind the shop!

Yeah... Peanuts.

Yeah, cos you're
a bloody monkey!

I'll get some milk.

Oh, your mam rang.

Summat about her
hot water not working.

Didn't know where you were.

In a state, she was.

When was this?

A couple of days ago.
Why didn't you tell me?

Well, I didn't know
where you were either.

No bugger ever does.

You're a cunt! You know that?

Mother!

Mother?

W-W-What happened?

I wanted a bath, but
the back boiler's broken.

I tried to get hold of you!

Why didn't you call...
one of my sisters?

Oh, they've jobs,
they've children...

You know you can
always rely on me, Mother.

I thought I might die
if nobody found me.

I can't die, I mustn't!

Here's your tea, Jimmy.

The only reason a wife
would come in handy.

Making a brew.

I don't need her
for me vittles, either.

I eat beans or find a caff.

Pretty odd view of women.

Not at all.

I revere the fair sex, and
often as not they revere me.

But the idea of a wife
gives me the shivers.

Why?

Wives are another person
cluttering up your life with emotions.

And you've never wanted
that... kind of commitment?

No.

Have you?

Is there a Mrs Wordsmith?

There is a woman
in my life, yeah.

Don't sound too ecstatic.

I've had hundreds
of 'em in mine.

Women throw themselves
at me, I have to fight 'em off.

Which is common with
many a fella in the pop world.

And you've never
wanted children?

An unthinkable encumbrance.

Love and affection?

I get all the love and affection
I need from the Duchess.

Er, but she's dead.

Not to me.

She's still what she
always was to me.

And what is that?

Guide, mentor, companion,

fount of truth and wisdom

and best pal.

And, er, what do you
think you are to her?

The loving, trusting
son I always was.

Look at that.

Father's wedding ring.

I've worn it since he died.

Erm, so... did you...

Do you consider yourself a
sort of husband to the Duchess?

Thank you.

Ah... Oh, what a view!

Oh!

Gas central heating.

Brand-new suite,
swivel armchair.

Oh, my word! Eh?

And look, look at this. I thought
it was about time you got one.

It's like Buckingham Palace!

Fit for a Duchess!

I thought you might've
put me in St Marcella's.

I don't want to go in there,
people only ever come out feet first.

The thought never
entered my head, Mother!

Look, you've always loved
Scarborough, and so do I.

Henceforth, this
will be your home

and my home from home.

What will you do
with Consort Terrace?

Keeping it.

Too many memories.

Thank you, James.

What's money for

if not to cherish the
woman in your life?

You should have
had a wife by now.

And what woman
could be your equal?

And I meant what I said - I can't
die, cos who'd look after you?

Fear not, Mother.
Thou shalt be immortal.

Now, put your feet
up, I'll make us a cuppa

and attend to madame's valises.

Oh, bless you.

Ohh.

Right, all unpacked.

How's about I, er, go for a
run and buy us a fish supper?

Now, Richard
Attenborough, this is your...

Mother?

Oh, lovely!

Aye.

Later, your family
moved to Leicester,

where you and
your two brothers...

Why did the Sphinx
speak in riddles?

It was to ask a question,

er, which a traveller had to
answer to be allowed to pass.

You see, you're
a traveller to me.

So I'm...

Am I expected to find the
answers to your riddles?

What you see as
riddles, I see as the truth.

You just don't see it.

I'm trying, Jimmy.

And you're keen to continue?

Yeah, for sure. Good. So am I.

Because I have a feeling
you and I make a pair.

Why's that?

We're both loners.

Well, how do you
know that I'm a loner?

Call it a sixth sense.

Just as you're curious
about me, I am about you.

And I intend to find out more.

Oh, there's not
really a lot to know.

That's what I
keep saying to you.

And the other thing
my sixth sense says

is there's something
missing in your life,

and you see me as the answer.

Well, this isn't about
me. Don't be shy about it.

I'm your opportunity, aren't I?

You solve the mystery
of Jimmy Savile,

write your book, fame
and fortune will follow.

And why wouldn't
it? I should know,

I've leapt at every opportunity
I've made for myself,

because I had
the balls to do it.

Can't find anywhere
to stay, sweetheart?

What are you doing?
Getting away from you.

What do you want to do
something like that for?

Get out of my way.

We've met before. Yeah.

Yeah, I was only
trying to give...

Yeah, I was only trying
to give you a cuddle.

Is that why you ran away
from home? Leave me alone!

Stop it!

Come here. Stop it!

Get off me!

Stop!

Get off me!

Jimmy! Johnnie, Johnnie Stewart.
Greetings. Lovely to meet you.

This way.

Tom.

Tom Sloan, head of
light entertainment.

Captain. Bill Cotton,
he's assistant head.

Bill. And then we've
got Anna Instone,

head of Gramophone. Delighted.

Well, I must say I am
honoured and humbled

to be entering these
hallowed portals.

I must apologise, don't
have my whippet with me,

had to leave him at home up
north, but he sends his regards.

Take a seat.

My goodness. If my
mother could see me now.

When does the bar open?

Like the rest of the BBC,
we try and wait till noon. Yes!

Well, no matter
to me. I'm teetotal.

And can you keep a secret?
Like a priest in a confessional.

Good, because the project we
want to discuss is totally hush-hush.

I'm sure you're aware of a new
programme on the other side

called Ready Steady Go!

Presented by the gorgeous
brunette Cathy McGowan, yeah.

"The weekend starts here,"
what a great catchphrase.

It's got a big audience
amongst the young.

There's a feeling here
that we need to keep up.

Of course, we've had a stab at a
pop show before, Six-Five Special.

And Juke Box Jury, of course.

But there's a feeling that
show's not quite, um...

With it enough? With it, yes.

We can't afford to let
Rediffusion get ahead.

So Tom asked me to
come up with some ideas.

I brought in Johnnie here,
one of our top producers.

We just feel that where
Ready Steady Go! is essentially

a magazine programme
with pop songs and interviews,

ours should be specifically
tied to that week's pop chart,

each episode culminating in the
song that is top of the hit parade.

An inspirational idea. Yeah. Can
you guess where we got it from?

Haven't got a clue.

You know perfectly
well, Mr Savile.

You are, of course,
right, madam,

but modesty forbade me from
answering in the affirmative.

Cracking idea to have a
lady present, by the way.

We're talking obviously about
your show on Luxembourg,

it's the Teen and
Twenty Disc Club.

We'd never heard of it, but
the boys were raving about it.

Tuned in, it's brilliant.

Well, an unsolicited
testimonial.

Obviously we'll
need a presenter.

I would be honoured
to be considered.

I should make clear that we are
talking to other candidates as well.

May I ask who the
other candidates are?

Pete Murray. Oh, yes. An
absolute gentleman. Indeed he is.

And a fine disc jockey.

Though I know he was disappointed
that he wasn't able to make

a success of Six-Five
Special, as I expect were you.

And David Jacobs.

Very popular with the kids'
mums, less so with the kids.

You must be about
the same age as David.

I doubt very much whether
David is pals with The Kinks,

whereas I had egg and chips
with them last week in a cafe.

Very humble men, The Kinks.

Your point being?

That I have a
connection with the youth.

You have children?

Being a Yorkshireman, I
didn't fancy the expense.

But they trust me,
and they follow me.

Like the Pied Piper.

And they certainly
love that zany style.

The question I have to
consider is, is it right for the BBC?

Our mission is to entertain
as well as inform and educate.

We have to think carefully
about who does our entertaining.

Benny Hill, we love.

The emperor of smut, to some.

But a fine comedian, in my book.

And the black and white
minstrels. Again, met them.

Beneath the
make-up, lovely people.

But unlike the minstrels
and Benny, I'm not an act.

I'm just me. I'm Jimmy Savile.

What you see is what you get.

Well, that's...

That's good to know. Thanks
for coming in. Pleasure.

We'll be in touch.

Right. Ladies, gentlemen.

I'll see you out,
Jimmy. On we go.

All right.

What do you think?
He's our man, definitely.

Anna?

All I can say is people I know at
Radio Luxembourg have told me

the man's an absolute shit.

Well, how so? Vain,
overbearing, untrustworthy.

You've just seen how patronising
his attitude to women is.

That's just his
showbizzy style, Anna.

I wouldn't know. I don't
move in showbizzy circles.

But it's your show, not mine.

Personally...

..I wouldn't touch
him with a barge pole.

What did the Allies
call the Jerries

as they retreated at
the end of the war?

Go on. A receding Herr line!

Vic, Dunkirk veteran, Theatre 4.

I'll tell them not to
kill him, then. Good.

Charles, do you mind
if I use your phone?

Aye, if you put a tenner
in the honesty box.

I always leave a
bob in, as you know.

Hello? Eric, it's Jimmy.

I've just been talking about you.
You up for a job at the BBC? Yeah.

Yes, that what I was calling about.
I thought you could put a word in.

Everyone loves you,
because of Miss World.

They already know
what I think of you.

You're brilliant.
You're box office.

Why else would I put you in
charge of all my dance halls?

So you think I'll get it?

The producer loves you, Bill Cotton
wants you, the boss isn't so sure.

Something about you
coming across as weird.

And a bighead, Jimmy.

I don't think anything I could
say would change his mind.

Right. Thanks, mate.

Morning, ladies.

Morning. Hiya Jimmy!

Bloody hell. Hang
on, I can do this right...

Ah, sod it.

How you doing? I'm doing
all... Well, I was all right

until I saw you - and now
I've got a temperature!

And now, I'm
getting even hotter.

And now I'm
getting palpitations!

Yeah. Do, do, yes. You
can give me a bed-bath later!

Morning.

Oh, dear, left you here,
all lonely, on your own?

I'm all right.

Big girls don't cry, eh?

Like in the song by
The Four Seasons?

That's right.

I've met them.

Have you really? Oh, yeah, the
lead singer's a good friend of mine.

He used to be a
barber. Cut my hair once.

So what you in for?

Exploratory operation.

Oh, and what, er,
what parts of you is Mr...

Mr Surgeon wanting to explore?

Ah, well, there's a lot
goes on down there.

Now, then, I wonder
if you can help me out.

I've lost one of
my juggling balls.

Can you help me find it?

How?

Just check my pockets for me.

Go on, keep feeling...

Keep going.

What's wrong, darling?

You all right, love?

I need the toilet.

I tried to, er...

Was trying to cheer her up,
but she's not having any of it.

Come out, love.

Let's have a chat.

No, not till he's gone!

Who?

Jimmy Savile.

He's only being
Jimmy, fooling about,

trying to make
people feel better.

I'm not coming
out till he's gone!

Well, you're being
a very silly child!

Now, in medieval times, the only
person allowed to take the mickey

out of the king
was the court jester.

Anyone else, they'd get
their head chopped off.

But if you were
dressed like this... Sav.

What were that about? That lass?

I think she's just worried
about her operation.

Sure you didn't scare her?

Why would a child
be scared of me?

Well, that outfit for a
start. And to be frank, Sav,

I don't like you wandering
these wards without permission.

I've got your permission.
No, you haven't.

Don't keep cracking on you have.

There've been complaints.

Messing about with
nurses. I'm not having it.

I'm just trying to
cheer people up!

Yeah, well, I'm sorry, but I've
got responsibilities here, so...

You know, if I wasn't
a good Catholic,

I might tell you to
go fuck yourself.

Hello.

Jimmy, I am going
to make your day.

You've got Top Of The Pops.

All right, girls? You good?

Erm, can you make sure there's some
decent crumpet in shot around Jimmy?

Will do, Johnnie.

Yeah. Where is Jimmy?
Anyone seen Jimmy?

Right, can I have
everyone's attention?

Yes, I've switched it on.

But what is it?

Jimmy? You'll see,
Mother. Got to go.

Oh, dollies to the left of
me, dollies to the right of me!

Goodness me.

I'll have dollies underneath
me if I'm not careful!

Right, here we go, studio.

Good luck, Jimmy!

And we are live in five, four...

Good evening, one and all,

and welcome to the very first
edition of an exciting new show.

A programme unlike any you've
ever seen before in your lives.

It's called Top Of The Pops!

Behind me, you can
see this week's chart

and we'll be hearing lots
of those fab hits tonight.

And what a show we've
got lined up for you.

The very best groups and
singers are waiting backstage

ready to give you
a fabulous time.

But more importantly, we have
this wonderful studio audience

of lovely young people who are
dying to meet their pop heroes,

dance along and
have fun, fun, fun.

And fun, guys and gals,

is the one thing I promise
you will have tonight.

So, without more ado, let's
welcome our very first guests,

none other than Freddie and the
Dreamers and You Were Made For Me!