All language subtitles for Rillington_Place_2016_S01E03_Reg_720p_BluRay_HEVC_x265_BONE

ETHEL: Is she pretty, Reg?
CHRISTIE: Hard to say from this angle.

Well, you'll keep your bloody hands
to yourself.

We're not long married, Mr Christie.

We could do with some privacy.

I'm not having any more.

If you get rid of it,
you'll have rid of me.

I have helped couples
in similar situations.

He's trained as a doctor, Tim.
I trust him.

You've just got to tell Mr Christie
everything's all right.

CHRISTIE: Bad news, I'm afraid.

What did you do to her?

They'll think you killed her.
You could hang for this.

CHRISTIE: If anyone asks you,
Just say Beryl's gone away.

POLICEMAN: They found the bodies.
Your wife and your daughter.

No, no, no...

To make this easy on yoursell,
I suggest you make your confession now.

I never done it, Mum.
Christie done it.

Christie's the one saying you done it.

FOOTSTEPS PLODDING

MUSIC IN BACKGROUND

# Why do you whisper, green grass?

# Why tell the trees what ain't so?

# Whispering grass,
the trees don't have to know

# No, no

# Why tell them all your secrets?

# Who kissed there long ago

# Whispering grass,
the trees don't need to know

# Don't you tell it to the breeze

# Or she will tell the birds and bees

# And everyone will know

# Because you told the blabbering trees

# Yes, you told them once before

-WALLPAPER RUSTLES
# It's no secret any more

# Why tell them all the old things?

# They're buried under the snow

# Whispering grass, don't tell the trees

# Cos the trees don't need to know...
-PAPER TEARING

MUSIC BECOMES MUFFLED

CLOCK TICKING

# Why tell them all the old things?

# They're buried under the snow #

FLIES BUZZING

WIRELESS IN BACKGROUND

PIPE ORGAN MUSIC ON WIRELESS

BIG BEN CHIMING

MAN: 7he prosecution calls witness
John Reginald Halliday Christie.

I do solemnly declare
that the evidence I shall give

shall be the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth.

So help me God.

On the 8th of November last year,

you said in your statement
1 EY YOI YT

being woken by something in the night.

V8

Ah, we were in bed -
both in bed, my wife and I -

and erm...we were startled
by a very loud thud.

Like something being
dragged across the floor.

And is it true or is it not true
that the next time you saw Timothy Evans

he told you that Mrs Evans
had gone to Bristol with the baby?

Yes, that's true.

What kind of character
would you say the defendant was?

At first he seemed decent enough.

What changed your opinion?

The drinking. The rows.

It was so bad once
that I had to call the police out.

Another time he almost
pushed Mrs Evans out the window.

Your withess.

-Mr Christie.
-Mm.

Did you know that Mrs Evans
was pregnant in November of last year?

SOFTLY Mm. My wife told me.

I'm sorry, could you speak up?

My wife told me.

I'd like to suggest to you
that you attempted to perform

an illegal abortion on Mrs Evans.

And in the process thereof,
A R S A N

In fact, I must suggest to you
that not only are you responsible

for the death of Mrs Evans,
but also for her little girl.

That on the Tuesday evening,
with Timothy Evans's help,

you carried the dead body of Mrs Evans
down to Mr Kitchener's flat.

No, no.
That's absolutely ridiculous.

At the time, the fibrositis in my back
was so bad I could scarcely bend.

I had to crawl out of bed...

..and if I wanted to pick something up
off the floor...

.. had to get down
on my hands and knees.

It's physically impossible.

In fact, I am still under
a great deal of treatment for the pain.

Would you like a seat, Mr Christie?

Oh, yes, please, Your Honour.

You are, are you not,
a man of good character?

Well, I've...had some trouble.

Would that be the conviction for the
malicious wounding of a young woman?

A crime for which you were sentenced
to six months imprisonment?

V8

But it was an act of self-defence.

No further questions, Your Honour.

Who was she, Reg?

I didn't want to worry you, Ethel.

I was renting a room from her
for three and tuppence.

Not a modest sum,

which I felt should include
hot water and a mattress.

She disagreed with me
and came at me...with a cricket bat.

They should have taken her away
there and then, but...

she told them it was all me.

I'm just glad you weren't there
R A

I've withessed it now, haven't I?

Along with every Tom, Dick and Harry
in that courtroom.

Oh, Ethel.

I've been through enough today.
I need you by my side.

I can't be more than ten paces
from a WC.

Never mind my fibrositis.

It's most inconvenient.

It's incapacitating, that's what it is.

I can imagine.

I should be at home in bed,

not facing the Spanish Inquisition
in a crowded courtroom.

I can give you more pills,
strengthen the dose.

I don't need more tablets.
I need a doctor's note.

I can't be expected to stand there
in my condition.

I'm unfit to testify, Doctor Odess.
That's the long and the short of it.

Mr Christie, for me to sanction
your absence from court

you would really need to be gravely ill.

At death's door, so to speak.

What is it, Ethel?

How do we know it weren't the builders?

The builders?

We both know it wasn't the builders,
don't we?

How do we know?

Well, the noise.

The thud that woke us up.
It was on a Tuesday, wasn't it?

About erm...

..midnight. He must have been moving her
across the boards.

The weight of her. Must have done it
when he came in from work.

She was fine when I left her.
She said erm...

..that she didn't want
to go through with it.

By the time I packed my bag,
she was fast asleep from the pill.

-You should never have been up there.
-Aye. Don't I know it.

-Telling her you're a doctor.
-Just trying to help, Ethel.

Showing her those medical books,
like you know about it.

That's enough.

I'm a bag of nerves, Ethel.

Let's not mention helping Beryl
with her...her problem.

Or we'll be dragged into this
good and proper.

Before you know it,
they'll be saying I killed her.

Honestly, I don't think I'll sleep
a wink tonight. Not a wink.

I do solemnly declare
that the evidence I shall give

shall be the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth.

So help me God.

MAN: Mrs Ethel Christie?

V8

You are the wife of the last withess.

Do you remember one night in November
being wakened by a bump?

Yes, I do.

Did you hear anything unusual
after the noise which woke you up?

Well, afterwards...
I heard a noise as if erm...

..furniture was being moved about.

Did you ever go into the Evans' flat
after the bump in the night?

No. I don't think so.

So far as you know, did Mr Christie
ever go into the flat after that night?

N T R G

Thank you, Mrs Christie.

Your name is Timothy John Evans?

NI

How old are you?

Is it true you confessed to the murder
of your wife and child?

I have confessed it, sir,
but...it is not true.

So you did not put your wife's body
down a manhole?

No, sir.

Why did you say you did?

Well, that's what Mr Christie told me
he was gonna do with her.

Why did you suddenly go to the police?

Because I was getting worried
about my daughter, Geraldine.

So, you confessed to murder because you
were worried about your daughter.

When I found out my daughter...was dead,
I had nothing else to live for.

And wasn't it also a lie

that you helped Mr Christie
carry your wife's body downstairs...

..when we know he was
physically incapable of doing that?

Or even carrying the child?

I heard what he said.

But I still say I helped him
carry my wife's body.

I did it all on the advice
of Mr Christie.

And this is the same Mr Christie

you allege performed
an illegal abortion on your wife?

And yet we know she was killed
by strangling, not by abortion.

Can you suggest why Mr Christie
should have strangled your wife?

Well... Well...

He was home all day.

He was home all day.
That is a circumstance.

It is not a reason.

Again, can you suggest
why he strangled your wife?

No. I can't.

Then can you suggest why he should have
strangled your daughter two days later?

The prosecution recalls
John Reginald Halliday Christie.

It appears,
from what we have heard today,

that Mr Timothy Evans' sole line of
defence rests on attacking you,

a perfectly innocent man.

-Er... CLEARS THROAT
-He alleges that you killed Mrs Evans

while performing an abortion,

whereas no evidence
of any abortion exists.

Mr Humphreys is making the assumption
that his witness is innocent

and the defendant is not.

You cannot describe Mr Christie
as a perfectly innocent man.

What were you doing in
the First World War, Mr Christie?

I was in erm...
Duke of Wellington's regiment

and...Notts and Derby.

I was gassed twice.

I was blinded for three months.

Er, I never spoke
for three-and-a-half years.

Blinded?
And you could not speak for three years?

Three-and-a-half years.

The last time you were in trouble
with the police for any offence

was in...1938?

&g -{u ¥
-Yes.

12 years ago.

And in this last war,
despite your disabilities,

you served with the reserve police
for several years.

-Is that right?
-Yes, I was commended on two occasions.

So, you are an injured war veteran
and a commended officer of the law?

The man who accuses you of murder
and abortion

and swearing his life away,
is a self-confessed liar.

Who, on a previous occasion,

attempted to throw his own wife
out of the window.

V8

Timothy Evans...

..the jury find you guilty

of the murder of your daughter,
Geraldine Evans.

You will be taken from here
to a place of execution.

And there you shall hang by the neck
until you are dead.

-It wasn't me...
-Murderer!

Murderer!

Don't you dare call him that.
He's a good man.

STIFLED SOBBING

-Egg, Mrs Christie?
-Thanks.

He'll have the shock of his life
when he opens the door.

He'll be bowled over.

Don't want to be any trouble.
We can stay at a bed and breakfast.

Don't be daft.
It's nice to see you.

JANICE: Aye, it's no trouble.

It's been ever so hard, hasn't it, Reg?

We treated that lad like a son.

Lent him money,
tried to teach him to read and write

and this is the thanks I get -
accusations of the foulest nature.

You would never have known it
to look at him.

He seemed like the gentle type.

NIRRT R R IR IS

Living with him,
you saw a different side.

Rows and...drinking. And fights.

It must be hard still living there.

We want to move,
but you know what the council's like.

Snails would get more done.

You want to watch that, Reg.
Janice works for the council now.

Oh, do you, love? That's nice.

Harry, you wouldn't believe
the state of the place now.

The way the street is, it's filthy.

Isn't it, Reg? And all them immigrants.

Do you er...ever think about
coming back here?

For good, I mean.

JANICE: It doesn't look like much,
but they'll be up within the year.

-Plumbed bathrooms, central heating.
-Central heating, Reg.

Sky-high bills, no doubt.

Lovely views.

CHRISTIE: We'd never get one.
JANICE: Never say never.

-Janice can pull a string or two.
-Can you?

I'll have a word with
my friend in housing.

-He'll get you on the list.
-We don't want to be any trouble.

No, it's no trouble.

What do you think, Reg?

I think...we're getting carried away.

FOOTSTEPS

Hello. Beresford Brown.

Can I help you?

We've moved in upstairs.

Moved in?

Mr Christie. I'll be up later
to go over some rules.

What rules would that be?

-House rules.
-You work for the landlord?

No, no, no.

But I happen to be the er...
longest-sitting tenant.

They're your rules, then, not mine.

Evening.

He's a nice enough chap.

-He were laughing at you.
-What are you talking about?

SCOFFS Reg's house rules.

CHUCKLES

Why have we come back, eh?

We could have had a nice new house.
But it's not what you wanted, is it?

AlLT want is a bit of
peace and quiet, love.

You're invisible down here.
No prying eyes.

Creeping out at night.

Well, I won't keep your dirty secrets
a day longer, do you hear me?

You need to lie down, Ethel.

Lie down? I sent an innocent man
to his death cos of you!

That baby was fine
when I went up to check on her!

Tim were out at work.
It couldn't have been him.

It should have been you
at the end of that rope! You!

I'm taking you to see Dr Odess.

You'll do no such thing.

You... You're not to blame, love.

It's the strain.
It's...taken its toll.

Odess will know what to do.

I won't see him.

We'll have a home visit.
Maybe he'll come here.

Perhaps he'll er...
bring the head doctor.

A second opinion.

MUFFLED SOBBING

SNIFFLING

-Ethel?
-I've been attacked.

It were her upstairs. The darkie.

She hit me! And she accused me
of blocking her in the hall.

Are you gonna stand for that?

Your own wife being physically assaulted
in her own home?

By a foreigner?

If that's not the thin end of the wedge,
I don't know what is!

VI S HIVRTI0 63

MUFFLED LAUGHTER

DISTANT BABY CRYING

BERESFORD: # These people
are very much sociable

# They take you here
and they take you there

# And they make you feel
like a millionaire!

# London, it's the place for me

LAUGHS
# London, this lovely city #

LAUGHTER AND SINGING

SNIFFLING

Did you talk to him?

Yes, I did, love.
There'll be no more trouble.

Right.

FAINT MUSIC

# Why do you whisper, green grass?

# Why tell the trees what ain't so?

# Whispering grass,
the trees don't have to know

# No, no

# Why tell them all your secrets?

# Who kissed there long ago

# Whispering grass,
the trees don't need to know #

SHE GASPS

MUFFLED SCREAMING

FEET THUD

BODY THUDS

DOOR OPENS

Mr Christie?

I was just coming around to see Ethel.

She's still in Halifax, I'm afraid.
She's had to extend her stay.

-Why's that, then?
-Her brother took a turn for the worse.

We might have to move back permanently.

That'd be a shame.

Well, that's families for you.

You can't put a price.

Well, if she's not back by Christmas,
you'll have to come to us.

Thank you very much.

I suffered the first one
at the Evans' trial.

-I was the star witness, you know.
-Dr Odess told me.

My concern is what happens
during these lapses,

what I might do,
that I might...injure myself...

..or, God forbid, somebody else.

The other day, Mrs Christie, she found
me in the middle of the kitchen floor.

-No idea how I got there.
-1 think you should come in.

Stay for a while.

That way we can get
a proper look at you.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

I don't think I could leave my wife.
She's terrified of the neighbours.

-Why's that?
-They're coloureds, you see.

I don't want to take up
much more of your time.

I just wanted to...put you
in the picture, as it were.

CHRISTIE: It's one bedroom,
but because it's on the ground floor

you've got the garden, see?

-Is it nice?
-Oh, it's very nice.

A decent size, too.

Some of these so-called gardens...

they're like somewhere
you'd exercise a prisoner.

You're funny.

-All right, Rina.
-Alex, Mr Christie.

-How do you do?
-Alex.

-GENTLE KNOCKING
SIS G <

Be my guest.

They're my wife's.

Whatever takes your fancy.

Thank you.

Won't she mind?

Oh, no. She's got more clothes
than she knows what to do with.

Take that one, Rina. And that one.

I did say just the one item.

It's not a free-for-all, I'm afraid.

Look, I... I'm sorry,
I've changed my mind.

I wasn't expecting a second occupant.

You'll have to find accommodation
elsewhere, I'm afraid.

-You what?
-Mm.

What are you playing at,
wasting our time?

You said we had the run of the place.

Rina.

-DOOR OPENS
-Oh, no, no, no, no.

You can take the blouses.

Don't worry.

You come back later,
you can have a coat or two if you like.

Just don't bring him, though.

Thanks, Mr Christie.

FAINT MUSIC

# May you have friends come a-calling

# And maybe snowflakes falling

# That's a Christmas wish
from me to you

# And may your home
be filled with love

# And laughter #

MUSIC FADES

KEY TURNING IN LOCK

I X Il P R

-DOOR SQUEAKS
-Have to put a bit of oil on that.

Squeaky.

You go on through.

It's a perfectly safe procedure, love.

Don't you worry.

There you are, love.

Right, let me get your coat.

That's nice.

There we are.

You sit down.

There we are.

LB

I know, I know, love.

HE GROANS

Let's take those shoes.

One...two.

Let's just...pop those there.

HE GROANS

EXHALES

Yeah, don't you worry.

I've done this before.

Be back in a tick.

DOOR CLOSES

Where did you go?

Top up?

-SHE GIGGLES
-There you are.

Here.

GAS HISSING

ECHOING Now...bottoms up.

There you are.

SHE GASPS

MUFFLED SCREAMING

SHRIEKING

GASPING SLOWS DOWN

GURGLING

GRUNTS

THUDDING

HE GRUNTS

URGENT KNOCKING

KNOCKING CONTINUES

Morning, Reg.

IRl Le 8
-Can I come in?

It's a bit of a state in here.

I don't mind.

Ethel's away.

Housekeeping's not my strong suit.

Moving out, Reg?

Fingers crossed.

The council have found us
a flat in Willesden.

Here, Judy.
It's a two-bed.

Have a seat.

-Cup of tea?
-No.

There's something you need to know.

There's been three burglaries
on this street in the past month.

That's well above average.

You want me to keep my eyes open?

-If you don't mind?
-You leave it to me.

Well, how long's Ethel gone for?

A fortnight or so.

You're not wrong, Reg.

Wrong?

About your housekeeping.

SNIFFS
What is that stink?

It's the neighbours.

They're darkies.

All that foreign food.
Herbs and spices.

I don't know why they can't eat English.

-CHUCKLES
-Anyway, I'll see myself out.

DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES

SIGHS

HE GRUNTS

BIRDSONG

BELL TOLLING IN DISTANCE

CHATTER

MUFFLED CHATTER

HE EXHALES

You all right, sir?

V8

Take off your hat.

I think you need to come with me
down to the station, Mr Christie.

We've got Mrs Christie
L CR Xl el

Hectorina MaclLennan, Rita Nelson
and Kathleen Maloney in the kitchen.

Muriel Eady and Ruth Fuerst
in the back garden.

We found this.

Four different types of pubic hair,

none of which match
any of the bodies found.

Were there others, Mr Christie?

There is something...

..something comes to mind,
but I don't know what.

Is it about Beryl Evans?
Tim Evans' wife?

Could be that.

You do know I've not been well
for a good time.

-You said that.
-I've been suffering from fibrositis.

Enteritis.

Last year I had a nervous breakdown.

Dr Petit from St Charles Hospital
IRV

Did you kill Beryl Evans?

I've an idea that
I strangled Mrs Evans, yes.

What about the baby?

Let me assure you, Inspector,

that...I've absolutely no idea

what happened to the Evans's baby.

I do not recollect seeing it
on the Tuesday or any time afterwards.

KEYS JANGLE

CELL DOOR IS UNLOCKED

Good morning.

It's all there.
They're saying you killed the baby.

I don't believe I did, but...

.If I did, it would just confuse
matters to say so...

..when they've already hanged a man.

Even so, a jury will have you hung,
drawn and quartered

before you can so much as
set foot in that courtroom.

It's a question of cognisance
and culpability.

I have a preponderancy to blackouts,
so say the finest medical minds.

Without cognisance,
there can be no culpability.

You can't hang a man
who's not in charge of his faculties.

Can I have my glasses back, please?

DOOR IS LOCKED

SHOUTING

JUDGE: John Reginald Halliday Christie,

the jury find you guilty of the murder
of your wife, Ethel Christie.

From here, you will be taken
to a place of execution

and hanged by the neck
until you are dead.

-MURMURING
-May the Lord have mercy on your soul.

Tell them you killed Geraldine!

Tell them my son was innocent!

Is there anything else
you want to tell me, Reginald?

What time is it?

Almost nine.

N e o T-W

Do you want to confess now?

Will it help me?

I'm sorry.

For Ethel.

And the others?

It might help if you could
say their names.

Ruth.

Muriel.

L

Kathleen.

Hectorina.

And Beryl.

DISTANT SHOUTING

DISTANT BANGING

And the baby?

Geraldine?

SHOUTING GETS LOUDER

BANGING ON CELL DOOR

That was all.

AR IR VI oY

CELL DOOR OPENS

ANGRY SHOUTING FROM OUTSIDE

NERVOUS BREATHING