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Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Top Of The Pops.

This programme contains very strong language,

deals with Sexual Abuse,

and contains scenes which some viewers may find upsetting.

Keep moving, thank you.

Just over to the left.

Have fun, girls.

So, there you have it, guys and gals, this week's number one.

Two Little Boys.

Thank you very much for watching.

Don't forget same time next week for another Top Of The Pops!

Another day, another dollar, hey, choirmaster?

Wasn't sure Joe Cocker was going to get ON the stage let alone off.

Dear, dear. Has he been at the Liquorice Allsorts again?

You covered brilliantly, though.

Well, at your service.

I mean, it's only an idea... Goodness me!

Let me get through there. What's going on?

Dear, dear. We'll talk about that. Goodness me.

I'll catch you later. Where's the fire?

Jimmy!

Now, then, now, then.

Now, then, now, then,

what can you beautiful, young ladies possibly want?

I hope you're not looking for Marc Bolan's naughty dressing-room,

because that's a bit further down.

The girls were hoping for a little chat and to get autographs.

Well, I'd be very happy to oblige,

only if your mothers are happy for you to enter a gentleman's boudoir.

Course we are! Yeah, of course. Then, so am I.

We can go for a drink and come back later and get them, Jimmy.

Why don't you do just that

while I have an enchanting soiree with these fair maidens?

Ladies, could you give me one moment?

I said I'd call you.

I know you did.

I need you to drive me back to the hotel,

piss off back to Manchester, and look after the club,

then fetch me London, Sunday.

I can't. Why not?

I've sommat on. What? Some poxy bird?

You'll have to drive yourself. I don't have to do anything!

I don't see why I should spend my whole life as your gopher.

Because you know which side your bread's buttered.

Because without me you'd be nowt.

Roof over your head, work.

I could find work. Yeah? Who with?

And even if you did, a word from me and you'd be out on your arse.

Am I right?

Yeah.

Sorry.

Sorry, Father.

Sorry, Father.

But I am on a promise.

All right, then, mind your way.

Take the coach not the train, it's cheaper.

Thanks.

Where's your pals?

Their mums thought you were busy.

Yeah?

Where's your mum?

Came on me own.

Yeah?

So are you up for a bit of fun?

Right, well, you've got your autograph so run along!

Don't go anywhere!

Night, Jimmy.

Yeah, night-night, choirmaster.

And, er, remember me in your prayers!

I will do.

So, the night is ours.

The bright lights await.

There we go, don't dilly-dally.

So, er, how come your mum didn't come along with you tonight?

We don't really get along.

Well, it's not exactly The Ritz but, er,

it's got everything we need.

What do you mean, "everything we need"?

I think I'd like to go home.

Where's home? Walthamstow.

Don't worry, I'll get you a taxi afterwards.

After what?

The nuptials.

I want to go now, please.

Hey, hey, hey, listen, listen.

Every princess is nervous on her wedding night, but there's no need.

It won't take long.

Please! I don't want to!

If you struggle, it'll only make it worse.

Now, come on.

I don't think at the time it occurred to me,

that he was an old man in a young environment.

But subsequent to me having the meeting

or whatever you might want to call it, in my twenties,

that's when it became,

he's, yeah, he's like a dirty, old man,

trying to mix with young people.

He fooled everyone.

He had...

He had adults eating out of his hand.

He... he just had...

He had the persona about him, you know.

Everyone wanted to be associated with him

and he just had that aura about him,

everybody loved him,

you know, he... he was the star of the day,

you know.

I think he was an extremely clever man.

If he was... had any... There was no talent.

But I think he was probably...

..one of the biggest manipulators of people.

To rise to the status that he did.

Anybody important,

he would put himself in the middle of that.

Now, you could look at that in two ways and say, OK, then,

did he... did he just do that for...

to... to groom more people for more access

to more vulnerable people?

I think three quarters of him, that was the intent.

I think the other quarter was

he, in his own sick mind,

believed that if you'd done enough good,

it would weigh out the bad.

Are we going to write this book or not, Dr Wordsmith?

Top o' the morning to you, Daniel!

And to you, Jimmy.

How are you feeling?

As often as possible.

You look a bit worse for wear.

Yeah, I am.

Now you know why I don't drink.

Brisk run to the Headland and back, showered, shat, shaved

and ready to rumble.

And, er, what's this?

A Scarborough breakfast. Tuck in.

Where were we?

Birth of Top Of The Pops.

As Wordsworth said,

"Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,

"but to be young was very Heaven."

You were well into your middle age by then.

Age is just a number when you're having fun.

But what happened, Daniel, was I made the mistake

of letting people see just how much fun I was having.

Greetings, fellow scribes!

Keep those Remingtons clacking. Deadlines await

and I don't just mean Ye Olde Cock opening at 12 noon.

Eddie, my good friend. All right, Jimmy?

What have you got for me this week?

Er, a cheery piece about how

youngsters should be kind to old codgers

and, for my Jimmy From The Pulpit nib,

a quote from Psalm 37 verse four,

"Delight thyself in the Lord, thy God,

"and he shall bring thee the desires of thy heart."

Good, thanks.

Terms as per, to be paid in full within seven days etc.

Thanks.

I'll get this to bed.

How's... how's things in the world of hackdom?

Er, yeah, good thanks.

Any...

..any, er, big scoops in the offing?

Erm, yeah, actually.

We're just about to run a story alleging that

someone at Number Ten is a Soviet spy.

Well...

..and has the gentlemen, er, in question been informed?

I'm sure he will be.

In time to prevent publication, were it to be untrue?

I'm sure we wouldn't run such a story,

if we weren't confident we had hard evidence.

Well, you'd need to be,

because if said gentleman believed he were being maligned,

he'd likely pick up the phone to Mr Legal Eagle

and instruct him to take you to the cleaners.

And who would blame him?

Keep up the good work.

Morning, ladies. Gents treating you well, I trust?

Yeah. Good. If not, let me know, I'll box their ears.

What you have to understand, Daniel,

is the more a man like me tries to spread fun and happiness...

..the more you get nay-sayers trying to stop you.

How would they try and stop you?

By making up stories about things that didn't happen.

Gentleman meets damsel,

they frolic merrily, everyone goes home happy.

Where's the story in that?

Well, the story would be if the frolicking wasn't merry

but inappropriate,

because the damsels were young and vulnerable.

Never happened.

Some people might think there's no smoke without fire.

Look at that cigar. Do you see smoke?

Yeah.

Do you see fire?

No. There, free science lesson.

But sometimes...

..there is smoke where there's fire?

You see, you're being negative.

Well... Whereas I stay positive.

But in order to protect myself, I had to keep my eye out

to make sure that the nay-sayers didn't stop me

from doing nice, happy things.

Hello, BBC, how can I help?

I'd like to speak to someone in charge, please.

In charge of what, dear?

Top Of The Pops.

Is it about tickets? You have to write in for those.

No, it's about a very serious personal matter.

You see, all she ever wanted was to be on the telly.

It's urgent.

No, I can't hear a thing.

There's definitely no heart there whatsoever.

Must have left it in San Francisco.

Or on that dirty weekend in Filey when you were with the missus?

Get this man a new heart, pronto!

Sav.

How's tricks?

Tickety-boo, as ever, Dr Newshound.

Good. So what have you got for me?

A marathon, week Saturday.

Kiddies' cancer charity, starting and finishing in Roundhay Park.

There'll be a beano afterwards, brass band,

young ladies in tutus, all that bollocks.

I'll give you some bullshit for an exclusive.

I'll be there... Yeah.

And the BBC have tapped me up to do religious programmes.

Why not? You're a man of God. Why not indeed.

Yeah. I, er, I even suggested a new show for them.

Savile's Travels.

I travel up and down the country,

interviewing folk, playing their requests.

Perfect, that, for a nomad like you.

Yeah. You, er... said you had a favour to ask?

Yeah.

Yeah, you've not heard about any

hacks sniffing round me personal life, have you?

No, I haven't.

Why?

Call it a sixth sense,

not that I'm concerned,

because there's sweet FA to find, as you well know.

As well I know, Sav.

Just keep your ears to the ground.

Bloody hell, they're done with you already?

You look like a new man!

Today we're going to discuss

the BBC's decision to ban the song Je T'aime, Moi Non Plus

by Jane Birkin and Serge Gainsbourg,

despite it having got to number one,

a decision supported by many,

including my good friend Mary Whitehouse and the Pope

on the grounds that it is inappropriate listening

for the youth of today.

What on earth is that?

My new home from home, Mother!

And, er, fish and chips.

Twice.

They've made homosexuals legal, and abortion.

As if the Pope hasn't got enough on his plate

without you criticising him.

I didn't, Mother.

I just pointed out a lot of young people disagree with him.

That's the, that's the point of the show.

The BBC want me to help young people, you know,

understand, make sense of the modern world.

The Jimmy Savile you see on the telly and in the papers, that's...

..that's just an act.

I still don't think it's a respectable act.

I mean, why are you wandering the country, sleeping in this thing?

So I don't spend my hard-earned on hotels.

Well, it's odd.

I doubt I'm the only one that thinks so.

I'll get you an ice cream.

Thank you.

Mr Jaconelli, look who's here!

Sav!

Mio amico. I didn't know you were in town.

Yeah, just, er, showing the Duchess the new set of wheels. She loves it.

Bloody hell.

Versatile.

Now, I, er, I come bearing gifts.

There you go. That should help drum up trade.

Not half.

Kids come in here all the time asking to meet you.

Girls especially.

Yeah, sadly, this now being the Duchess's home,

I'm, er, on me best behaviour.

Pity.

Anyway...

There you go, Sav.

On the house as ever.

Give my love to the Duchess.

Grazie, amico. Arrivederci.

Prego.

There we go, Scarborough's finest.

You know there's talk about him.

What talk?

Peter Jaconelli.

Boys.

For goodness' sakes.

Whatever next?

You don't believe it, then?

The Mayor of Scarborough?

Who dispenses ice cream-shaped happiness to countless thousands?

And that's what the local gossips come up with?

I hope you don't believe that, Mother.

Well, it's a Christian's duty to think the best of people.

I mean, you wouldn't believe it if...

..someone...

..came up with some malicious tittle-tattle about me, would you?

Why would they?

No reason, no reason at all, Mother.

Jimmy.

Bloody hell, mate, could've knocked!

Yeah, I did.

I might have had company.

Apologies. Bill wants to see us.

It's urgent.

So, er, what's all this about then?

It's probably this investigation

into the standards of behaviour at the BBC.

What? That old bollocks?

Greetings, King Billy.

And, er, congratulations on your elevation.

No-one mourned the passing of the Mr Sloan more than I,

but I can't think of a better man to fill his shoes.

Thanks, Jimmy. But, er...

..I've much more important matters to discuss.

Right, how can we help?

With this, I hope.

Name of Sara.

She was found dead on her bedroom floor by her mother a few weeks ago.

She'd taken an overdose.

Transpires she attended the recording of

several Top Of The Pops.

Good God.

She left a suicide note in which she referred to having sex with

a disc jockey she met on the show.

Here. Her mother was horrified and contacted the BBC

and now she's gone to the press.

Yeah.

I have to ask this, Jimmy,

as I'll be asking all the presenters of Top Of The Pops.

Did you know her?

Never laid eyes on her.

Poor lass.

But this is the...

..sea we find ourselves swimming in, gents.

Top Of The Pops is a national phenomenon.

Young people, especially girls,

are obsessed with it.

That's why we're in the tabloids.

If I had the slightest inkling that any DJ had had a relationship

with an underage girl, I would have been in here to report it.

Underage girls shouldn't even be attending the show.

Yeah, and we do our best to prevent that.

How? Well, if they look young, we ask them.

Er... If they lie, what can we do?

I mean, the whole building is a... is a rabbit warren...

It is. It's impossible to keep tabs on... Yes, it is.

..who they are, what they're doing.

And there's the bigger question, er, did it happen?

Why do you say that?

Because of my insight into the mind of youth.

Don't forget the BBC asked me to front, er, Speakeasy.

Yeah.

And it's a sad fact that a lot of these young girls

are so obsessed with fame, they don't know truth from fantasy.

They lie about their age to get on the show,

and then they lie about their encounters with their pop heroes

to impress their friends.

But the claim is here the girl had sex with a DJ,

not a pop star.

Well, some DJs now achieve the same status as pop stars.

Due in a large part to the gentleman sitting beside me.

With the result, that, er, sadly,

we too become, you know, the focus of the teenage fantasies.

I hear you, Jimmy, but we need to get to the bottom of this.

I'd expect nothing less.

A lawyer's already looking at DJs and producers

taking favours to play records and so on.

They're going to want to look at this too.

Very wise decision, one which I fully support.

And I know, we, er,

we will do everything in our power to, er, assist them.

Absolutely.

Good.

Good God.

Yeah.

The charity work. Why do you put so much time and effort into that?

Two reasons.

One, as a tribute to the Duchess

who set me on the path as a young lad

by making me help out in church jumble sales.

And, two, as I said to His Holiness the Pope

when I escorted him round Yorkshire,

"If I can bring a little bit of sunshine

"into the lives of those in need,

"then I bring it into my own."

It's just that some people have suggested

there could be an ulterior motive.

What ulterior motive might that be?

That such relentless work for charity...

That has raised tens of millions...

..could be motivated by a desire to compensate for a darker side.

Now, I'm not making any accusations,

I'm just simply asking you the question.

Yeah, and I'm simply answering it.

It's fucking bullshit!

And anyone who says that is a cunt!

Jimmy! Can't believe it!

The Beach Boys playing this hospital!

Keep a lid on it, sunshine,

we've got half the world and his wife turning up.

Lecture theatre only holds 200,

that's why it's patients and staff only.

That's why we've been keeping it hush-hush, Graham.

We'll get you a front row seat, buddy.

You're a bloody saint, Jimmy!

Not yet, pal, but, you know, feel free to put in a word with the Pope!

Where's Charles?

Er, he's in the hall just checking everything's ready for t'concert.

Yeah, he's a bit of an old fusspot, in't he?

No, he's not. He just likes to do things right.

I don't believe we've met.

Beryl.

And I think he's been very good about this.

About what? Your coming back to the hospital

when he said he didn't want you here.

Flirting with nurses, carrying on, and scaring patients.

I don't flirt with the nurses, darling,

if anything it's the other way round.

And I've never frightened anyone in my life.

And Charles didn't have much choice.

Prime Minister Wilson's asked me

to front the "I'm Backing Britain" Campaign,

which means asking celebrities

to, er, do some voluntary work,

hence my two days a month here,

working as a porter and...

..I've brought the Beach Boys.

Well, Charles is pleased about that anyway.

There's a letter here for you.

Can you read it? I... I need specs.

Why do people write to you here?

Well, I'm a nomad, you see.

So they write to me wherever they think they can find me.

So how come Charles told you he'd banned me?

Mind your own.

Do I detect more than a mere professional relationship?

Detect what you like.

It's a patient from Broadmoor hospital,

asking if you'll open a fete.

Yeah, I get all sorts of crackpot requests.

Hiya, love.

Hi.

Erm...

See you tonight.

Batting above your average there, pal.

Wouldn't mind giving her a smacked arse myself.

Less of that.

Beryl's a very nice person. Yeah.

How'd you meet her?

She works in canteen.

So what, your eyes met across the meatballs? Love at first bite?

We're in a serious relationship if that's what you mean.

And there was me thinking you'd be a bachelor boy forever, Charles, like me.

Well, anyway, I...

I wish you both much happiness. Thanks, Sav.

Anyway, the hall's all set.

We just need the Beach Boys.

Well, they'll be at t'Queens Hotel,

tryin' to mek sense of all the Yorkshire accents.

'Appen I'll go fetch 'em.

Hello. Hiya, is that the porter's office?

Yes. Is Sav with you? Yes, he is.

Can I, er...? Aye.

Can I speak to him?

Aye, he's with me now.

Can you tell him it's Albie? Yeah, all right.

It's for you, someone called Albie.

Right, I'll... I'll see you in the hall. Right then.

Albie?

Your sixth sense wasn't wrong, Sav.

They ARE digging into your personal life.

And it's the paper you write for. Fucking hell.

You don't sound surprised.

I'm just outraged, that's all.

How close do you think they are to running it?

It's not imminent, according to my source,

but I guess with that piece in the News of the Screws

about that lass topping herself...

That was bollocks, that, Albie.

Yeah, but they'd not want to be scooped.

Jerry Lee Lewis married a 13-year-old.

I can't imagine David Bowie checks birth certificates.

John Peel has that bloody Schoolgirl of the Year thing on his show

and yet I'm the one getting it in the neck.

You've got to admire the chap.

I suppose him having mental problems,

he wouldn't have thought there was anything odd in inviting me.

Really.

Gentleman off the telly to see you, Sir Ludwig.

Yes, I recognise him.

So to what do we owe this honour?

Er, one of the shows I do for the BBC is called Savile's Travels,

where I wander the highways and byways of the country

talking to people about their lives.

Now, are your sweets getting smaller?

Because I think some of them are.

No, ours are a big as...

Yeah, the family loved them, so he thought he'd try

Aniseed Balls and Humbugs

and then he thought, "Well, why not open a little shop?"

And the rest is history...

Wear a seat belt.

Jimmy! Sir Arlo. Good to see you!

And you too, great man of Fleet Street.

You pop up everywhere these days.

If there's a worthy cause, I'll be there.

And inspiration for those columns?

I'm told yours are the most read in the paper.

Responsible for...

..tens of thousands of extra sales.

I know the paper is thrilled to have you on board.

And long may it continue, I hope.

Why wouldn't it?

You haven't had offers from others?

I'm never short of offers, Sir Arlo.

Well, I'm sure the paper would more than match them.

Very good to know. And, er, needless to say I would like to stay.

And, er, the editorial staff are very supportive.

I'd like to think so.

You don't sound quite sure?

I'd like to think that they would support me

if my reputation came under attack.

Why should it?

Well, there are certain elements in Fleet Street who love to

shoot down public figures based on little more than idle gossip.

True, but, er, the paper you write for

prides itself in dealing with facts, not gossip.

And long may it continue... I hope.

Morning, scribes.

Slow news day?

Eddie, my good friend. A lot of glum faces out there.

Everything OK?

Yeah, yeah. Fine, thanks.

I'd hate to think they'd had to, er, spike a major story or anything.

Well, if we did, it would be my problem, wouldn't it? Not yours.

Indeed it would.

Today's piece - Broadmoor and mental illness.

Pulpit nib, Isaiah -

"Learn to do good - seek justice, correct oppression."

Terms as per.

Your contract has been renewed for another year.

Well, who am I to argue?

How'd it go?

I answered every question as honestly as I could

and he still didn't seem satisfied.

Tenacious bugger.

Never met a lawyer who wasn't.

Good luck anyway.

Only nobodies need good luck.

Good afternoon.

Mr Stewart is, er, quite right

when he says Top Of The Pops is the biggest show on TV.

Numerous presenters, producers,

production staff, whose names I couldn't even begin to tell you.

So he can't be held responsible for everything that goes on

and nor can I.

You can tell me what you've seen.

Just young people having fun, fun, fun.

You've never seen inappropriate behaviour by staff?

Not once.

Touching, fondling,

any sexual activity in dressing-rooms, etc?

Never.

Did you ever meet Sara, the girl who killed herself?

To the best of my recollection, no.

To the best of your recollection?

Yes.

Does this assist with your recollection?

It was taken just after the end of the show in question.

If I had a pound for every pretty girl who's stood next to me

in that studio... Look again at where your right hand is.

It's on her back. Her back or her bottom?

Her lower back.

You've an odd idea of human anatomy, Mr Savile.

Perhaps they taught that at the public school you went to,

they didn't at mine.

I'm going to ask bluntly.

Did you have sexual intercourse with her?

Bluntly, no.

Have you ever had sexual contact of any kind on BBC premises?

As God is my witness, no.

Have you ever been out with girls you've met on the programme?

Girls, no. Young ladies, yes.

I'm quite open about it, but what I say is,

get your folks to invite me round for tea.

Then, if romance blossoms between myself and the young lady,

later, everyone's happy.

I know you are an eminent chap and I don't mean to tell you your job,

but you need to have a think about who it is you're talking to.

I'm talking to a disc jockey.

And a practising Roman Catholic.

Your religion is of no relevance.

It is to the BBC, or they wouldn't have made me

presenter of religious programmes.

I'm a bachelor, I don't deny it.

And I've got an eye for a pretty lady, but under-age girls?

Jimmy Savile? Admired by Mary Whitehouse,

founding member of Lord Longford's commission on pornography,

who does extensive charity work for Broadmoor and Stoke Mandeville -

any of whom would be more than happy, I'm sure, to provide you

with a character reference.

That's not to say I don't think it's quite right the BBC

have asked you to establish the truth.

Well, he was an even bigger arsehole than I expected.

Yes, yes, yes. What's that?

The girl's inquest was today.

But WE'VE done nothing wrong. Agreed.

Agreed. I mean,

yes, we've all seen a bit of harmless flirting around the studio,

but in the end, pop music's about sex, isn't it?

TV audiences, they want to see girls in short skirts

flaunting themselves for their pop hero.

And that's what we gave them, for God's sake.

They wanted fun, we gave 'em fun.

Exactly.

I know you're a ladies' man, Jimmy.

Underage...

..you'd never do that.

Well, you've answered your own question, Johnnie. Quite.

Without you, this show would never even have got off the ground.

I don't think the BBC even know how lucky they are to have you.

Well, they'd better bloody had, choirmaster.

Yes.

You see, Dr Wordsmith...

..people say things about me with no evidence.

That doesn't mean I don't have to be wary.

I mean, they couldn't find any evidence against Jesus,

but they still crucified him.

You see, I never let the suspicious minds

and nay-sayers get under me skin.

I just focused on spreading sunshine and giving people a lovely time.

Hey, don't roll your eyes.

I knew I was succeeding.

Everywhere I travelled, and I travelled everywhere,

people told me, they'd go, "There's Jimmy being Jimmy.

"Look at what he does for people."

Now, Libby, tell me how you ended up in a wheelchair?

I dived in the shallow end of a pool.

Right. And you got more than a headache? I did!

Now, you broke your back, you ended up paralysed,

you've had six operations.

But I've not, erm, given up hope of walking one day.

Right, but before you came to Stoke Mandeville, you had given up?

I had, Jimmy. And I never dreamt I'd meet you here.

Well, the pleasure is all mine. Pleasure is all mine.

Now, how do you find the staff here?

Brilliant.

Because I'm told the physios put you on the parallel bars every day.

And they're kind but they're quite strict. They are.

Do they ever smack your bottom?

I wouldn't feel it if they did!

Right. So you wouldn't mind?

Probably not!

Right. Now, and have you got a boyfriend?

We split up after the accident.

Well, let's hope you find another.

If anyone will have me.

I'm sure someone will have you.

Time to choose your record, Libby.

What's it to be?

What's your favourite?

I'd like to hear, erm...

Green Tambourine by The Lemon Pipers, please.

Marvellous choice.

Green Tambourine by The Lemon Pipers

Victor, my good friend. Clocking on for a shift.

Where do you think Charles will want me? Casualty.

- Three RTAs in the last hour. - Going down there now. OK.

I'll be on in a sec. Just want, I just want a quick favour off Beryl.

Fair enough. What favour?

Would you be so kind as to read this letter for me.

See an optician! Keep meaning to.

Too busy doing God's work.

You? An OBE?

Is that what it says?

You know perfectly well it does!

What do you reckon Charles'll say to that? What do you mean?

Well, he's never likely to get a letter like that, is he?

So what? Don't you think, you know,

sometimes think you could have done better?

Than Charles? Better in what way?

Well, you know, some women like a fella

with a bit more lead in his pencil.

Hey!

I like a man who treats a woman with respect.

Now, you might get away with that with some of the nurses -

and God knows I wish they wouldn't let you - but not me.

You stuck-up bitch.

Sav.

Heard you were short-staffed.

Desperately. Thanks for coming in.

You all right, love?

Yeah. Fine, thanks. What's this?

Damn me! OBE, services to charity.

They don't give those out in cornflake packets.

Congratulations. Thanks, pal.

Well done. Beryl?

The powers-that-be must think so.

I'm sorry if you thought I was short with him.

Well, you know, it's a massive credit to him.

It's just that you didn't want him here

and now you're praising him like the rest.

Well, you have to think about what he'd done here. I do.

And I say to the nurses, "Don't let him do that."

Well, it's just Jimmy being Jimmy.

He's been like that since he were knee-high to a grasshopper -

full of himself.

He brought The Beach Boys and Roy Orbison here.

You know, he makes people laugh.

He sits with the sick and dying.

I've seen people overwhelmed with gratitude.

I know.

And if that were enough to make me like him, I'd say it.

I don't though.

But I know you do.

It's about to start, Mother. Come and sit down.

And now to Yorkshire for a festive edition of Songs Of Praise,

introduced by a very special presenter.

Ooh, Harry Secombe!

Good evening, one and all, from the church

of St John The Baptist...

My word! TV: In The Wilderness, Cragg Vale.

A wild and wonderful place in God's Own Country.

In other words... Doing Songs Of Praise!

Yorkshire - the land of my birth.

We have a wonderful show tonight, which reflects on those

wonderful Christmas themes of faith,

love and family, which every single one of us love to celebrate.

And celebrate tonight we will -

whether you be a chimney sweep or a prince, a dairy-maid or a duchess.

Gather round your telly-box and join me...

My life. I'm so proud of you!

And... wait till you see this.

I was going to wait until, er...

..until they announced it on New Year's Day but...

"Dear..."

Your son, James Savile, OBE.

That, Daniel, was the happiest day of her life - and mine.

Bar one.

Bar one.

And what was that?

I'm coming to it.

It's one of the first cars I ever rode in, one of these Rovers.

Well, I thought it'd be a trip down memory lane, you see?

Behold, Mother! My work.

Who are they? Who are they?

They are damaged people who deserve all the love

and support we can give 'em.

I don't understand.

They're mental patients.

From Broadmoor?

No, from the sister hospital, Rampton.

And I decided to treat them all to a day out at the seaside.

That's lovely, Jim!

Hey, look who it is!

Just trying to be a good Catholic.

Yeah, I'm sorry, I just felt like I was getting somewhere.

Felt I was getting somewhere and, y'know, I didn't want to leave.

He's obviously - he's obviously lonely,

just wants an audience, really, get things off his chest.

I will! I said I will.

I'll be back tonight.

Yeah, promise.

I sense Mrs Wordsmith threatening burnt dinners and the doghouse.

Not quite.

I tell you, they're brain damage, wives.

Whereas the love of my life never gave me anything but happiness.

You look more beautiful than ever.

You're all mine now.

I don't have to share you any more.

I promise, I won't do it any more.

I swear. Double dip.

I meant it, when I said that.

When you said what?

When I promised her I wouldn't do any of that shit again.

What shit, Jimmy?

Hello?

It's Johnnie.

That lawyer has sent his report in.

And? We're going to have to tighten up audience supervision,

no young girls wandering around the building.

But he's concluded that instances of immorality are rare.

No further action will be taken over the girl who committed suicide.

He didn't consider the evidence justified the allegations.

Sounds like it was all in her imagination.

A sad case blown out of proportion by the papers.

So I'm in the clear?

Well, I think the BBC do know what they've got with you.

Mr J Savile OBE?

Thank you, choirmaster.

Here he is!

What we got here, then, Peter?

One for the fun palace, Sav!

Thank you, Jimmy! I mean, she's made up!

And she's got something she wants to ask you.

And what might that be, young lady?

Ask him!

Can I be one of the girls on Top Of The Pops?

Not only will I make sure you're on the telly,

I'll also fly you to the moon.

How about that? Thank you!

But first, I said you'd show her the amusements.

Yeah, well, you know, not without Mum and Dad's permission.

Of course! Absolutely, Jimmy.

Then how could I possibly refuse?

Right, go on. Go on.

That way, young lady, lead on.

See you later.

Bye! Have fun.

Thought we'd be walking.

What, a princess like you? Walk? Never.

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