"[ Siren Wailing ]" "[ Siren Wailing ]" "[ Footsteps Receding ]" "[ Wailing Continues]" "[ Doorbell Rings ]" "Miss Eady." "Mr. Christie." "Come in." "Do." "[ Christie ] Blessed blackout." "Well, we'll have a nice little cup of tea first." "Come in the kitchen." "It's cozier in there." "Oh, that would be lovely." "Well." "I've, uh, I've only just brewed it up." "Mrs. Christie's out, is she?" "Uh, she's, uh, she's away up in Sheffield at her sister's." "Oh, sit down, Miss Eady." "Do." "Thank you." "Do, you, uh, do you take sugar?" "No, thanks." "No." "Thank you." "Well, now..." "It's, uh, been bad, has it- the bronchitis?" "At nights." "It's been bad at nights." "Mm-hmm." "It keeps you awake, I daresay." "Yes." "Well, this is the stuff for you, Muriel." "You don't mind if I call you Muriel, do you?" "No." "It's very good of you to go to all this trouble." "Oh, not at all." "All my doctor does is keep giving me this cough mixture." "Well... not many of them know about this stuff." "Oh!" "It smells just like friar's balsam." "Uh, well, yes, that's in it." "It's a mixture - what we call a compound." "Now, here's the little mask that goes over your face." "Have you finished with your tea?" "Yes, thank you." "Fine." "Um, when it's over your face, you must breathe deeply so you take in all the vapors, you see?" "You may feel..." "just a bit dizzy." "What's that for?" "Uh, that's the extractor." "It gets rid of what we call all the waste products." "Now then... you put the mask over your face." "Lean your head back." "Lean it right back." "Shut your eyes." "Close your eyes." "That's it." "Shut your eyes." "Now then, start your breathing, then." "Breathe quite deeply." "Breathe." "Breathe." "It smells a bit funny, Mr. Christie." "Do you feel a bit dizzy?" "I do, a bit." "Yes, well, that's all the goodness taking effect." "Breathe, Muriel." "Breathe." "Oh!" "Uhh!" "Uhh!" "Uhh!" "No, Muriel!" "Muriel, no!" "Breathe, Muriel!" "[ Gasping ]" "No.No.No." "Aaah!" "Aaah!" "No." "No." "Aaah." "Aaah." "Breathe." "Breathe." "Breathe." "Breathe." "M-Muriel..." "Muriel..." "Muriel..." "[ Breathing Heavily ]" "Oh..." "Muriel..." "Muriel..." "[ Dog Barking ]" "[ Barking Stops ]" "[ Barking Resumes ]" "[ Barking Stops ]" "[ Baby crying ]" "Ring the old bell, then, shall we?" "[ Doorbell Rings ]" "It's not a bad district, is it?" "It's not bad." "[ Crying Continues ]" "Come on, come on." "Yes?" "We've, uh " "Um, we've, um, come about the flat." "To see it?" "We just want to look it over " "You know, see if it's suitable." "Yes, well, you better come in." "Oh, that's my wife, Mrs. Christie." "They've come about the flat." "I'll lead the way." "[ Baby crying ]" "I'll look after him." "The baby - while you're looking at the flat," "I'll hold him." "He'll be all right with me." "What's his name?" "Geraldine." ""She," I should say." "Yes." "[ Crying Continues ]" "Mr. Kitchener occupies this floor." "It's up one more." "Man:" "Just the two rooms, is it?" "Uh, yes." "Well, it's not what we're used to, you understand?" "We used to have this mansion flat overlooking the river, but, uh, we had to move out." "Tim" " Oh, gas, is it?" "Yes, it works out less of an expense." "That's what we find." "Oh, we're not too worried about the money." "The job I do, we don't have to." "Oh, we'll take it." "Oh, Tim, I don't know." "Do we get use of the garden?" "No." "I mean, just to put the baby out." "Well, I'd like to help you, but, uh it's a question of the lease." "Once you surrender the right of way," "I mean, it can take an act of Parliament- these cases." "Oh, Tim, I don't know." "There is another couple, very keen..." "Irish, as a matter of fact." "No, we'll take it." "Well, you're doing the right thing." "Right." "Now, are you and Teddy going to have a nice sleep?" "There's a good girl." "[ Cries ]" "Now, you have a nice sleep." "[ Gasps ]" "Oh..." "Mr. Christie." "I thought you might like..." "You did make me jump." "...a little cup of tea." "Well, I've just had one, actually." "Well, that's all right." "Thank you." "It's... nice up here now." "Yes." "It's not bad, is it?" "I was in the police during the war, you know." "Were you?" "We had a lot to do with medical stuff then." "Consulting." "I'm always on hand for advice, Beryl, if... you " "[ Doorbell Rings ]" "Woman:" "Has Beryl gone out, Mrs. Christie?" "Mrs. Christie:" "I don't know." "I'll go up." "Beryl!" "It's me!" "Oh." "I was looking for Beryl." "She's, uh..." "Oh, I thought it would be you, Alice." "I got you all the stuff for tea." "Oh, thank you." "Alice, this is, uh " "Who was that?" "That was, um, the ground floor." "[ Slow Instrumental Music Plays ]" "[ Door Opens, Closes ]" "Am I late?" "[ Sighs ]" "My tummy's been playing me up again today." "Oh, Reg." "[ Music Continues ]" "[ Footsteps On Pavement]" "[ Door Opens ]" "[ Door Closes ]" "Tim." "Tim." "Might I, um, might I have a word?" "Mr. Christie, why, sure." "There was a gentleman at the door for you today." "He, uh, left this." "Uh, what's it say, Mr. Christie?" "Oh, yes, I forgot." "Uh, well, there's no need to read it, anyway." "It's, uh, about the payments on your furniture." "You're 6 weeks in arrears, apparently." "Not paid, you mean?" "No." "I didn't mention it to, uh, Beryl, worry her with that." "Well, she has the money, Mr. Christie." "She has it every week." "I gave him 10 shillings out of my own pocket." "I don't want this house getting a name, Tim." "Oh, that damn girl!" "Don't you worry, Mr. Christie." "You'll get that money back." "I'll be getting a new job shortly, I shouldn't wonder." "They've asked me if I want to train as a manager - or as a managing director..." "um, or something, you know." "Yes." "Won't you have to learn to read and write for that?" "Oh, no, no, no." "You have, uh, secretaries - things like that, see?" "Yes." "Well, as long as I get my 10 shillings back." "Oh, that damn woman." "Oh, and, Tim, there was, uh, a young girl in and out of here all day." "Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Christie." "[ Music Continues ]" "What's the matter?" "[ Geraldine Coos ]" "Oh, hello." "Hello, little one." "What you been doing today?" "Hmm?" "[ Smooches ]" "Where's Beryl?" "She's having a bit of a lie-down." "She's not feeling too grand." "[ Geraldine Crying ]" "What's all this, then?" "I'm all right." "I'm just having a lie-down." "What's all this about the furniture money, then?" "The what?" "You know bloody well what, so give me all that!" "The man was here." "Six weeks, it hasn't been paid." "And I slaved my guts out for that money, my girl." "So do I. 4 pounds 10 a week to feed you, pay the rent, handle the installments, and buy everything for the baby... and another one on the way." "Yes, that's right- Another one on the way." "We" " We can't have another kid yet." "Well, that's exactly what we're going to get... unless I do something about it." ""Do something"?" "Do what?" "Oh, never mind what." "She wants to go to bed now." "Do what?" "!" "Tim, there are things you can do." "Oh, no, you don't, my lady." "Well, it's my choice, isn't it?" "Anyway, I've done it." "I've taken some pills." "What do you think I'm lying here for?" "You didn't even ask me!" "You didn't even tell me!" "Ask you?" "!" "Do I have to ask your permission?" "!" "Yes, you bloody do!" "Does she know about this?" "!" "Leave Alice out of this!" "You knew about this, didn't you?" "!" "No." "Leave Alice alone!" "She's staying here the night to look after me!" "No, she's not!" "I know her sort!" "What's that meant to mean?" "!" "Never you mind!" "[ Geraldine Crying ]" "Now look what you've done!" "Get out and leave Alice alone!" "I wouldn't touch her with a barge pole!" "I better go." "No!" "He can sleep in the kitchen!" "I'm not sleeping anywhere!" "I'm not coming back!" "Good!" "Bloody old cow!" "[ Laughter ]" "I'm not the sort of man who can make due with just one woman." "No?" "Go on!" "No, it's in the family, see?" "Take my brother." "He's paying out hundreds a year in alimony." "Well, thousands." "Mind you, I'm fly." "What do you think I've got waiting for me when I get home?" "The rent collector?" "[ Laughter ]" ""Rent collector" " "He's a bit of a humorist, our Wally." "Tucked up nice and warm in bed with the wife." "That's what I said - the rent collector." "I'll hit you in a minute!" "Go it, Taffy." "No, there's two of them, see?" "There's Beryl and this other little dark one" " Alice - just lying there waiting for it, crying out for it." "Three in a bed, eh?" "How about that?" "You can have my old woman if you like." "That will make up the set." "[ Laughter ]" "Thanks very much." "I'll take you up on that one day." "Oh, well, if you're traveling around like me, you know, it's, uh, Brighton one day and Birmingham the next." "You usually manage to pick up a bit on the way." "That's not all you pick up if you go on like that." "Oh, no, no, no." "These aren't scrubbers like you might get, man." "These is ladies - rich ladies." "You know, get bored " "They're wanting a bit of fun." "Elegant, but, uh, passionate." "Whoa!" "Whoa!" "Whoa!" "[ Footsteps Approach ]" "Come on, you" " Out." "Out." "Beryl wants me here." "She may need me here." "I don't bloody need you here, and it's my bed!" "Don't wake her." "She's tired." "I'm tired, too!" "I'm tired of having you around, so get out!" "And you leave us in peace!" "[ Geraldine Crying ]" "You, get back in bed!" "Just for tonight." "She may not be well." "Whose fault is that?" "!" "Be quiet!" "Come on" " Out!" "Let go of her!" "Take your hands off me!" "Don't you touch me!" "[ Arguing Continues ]" "What is it, Reg?" "That's the Evanses again." "[ Crying Continues ]" "[ Indistinct Shouting ]" "Aaah!" "[ Shouting Continues ]" "[ Glass Breaks ]" "You bloody touch me again!" "I'm throwing her out!" "Don't be so bloody silly!" "It's my bloody house!" "I've got rights in my own bloody house!" "Now then, now then, now then." "[ Crying Continues ]" "What's all this about?" "It's all her, Mr. Christie!" "You just calm down." "It's because I've got Alice staying here a night." "In my bloody bed!" "And I'm meant to stay on the floor in the kitchen!" "All right, all right." "There's no need for language." "This is an apartment for two persons." "That's quite clear in the lease." "What lease?" "The statutory regulations." "Alice is just staying with me because I'm not well." "Never mind about that." " know the law." "Now then... you can't be guaranteed security of tenure if you're overcrowded." "That is a regulation." "That's right, my girl." "You put your shoes on and go about your business." "Why should she?" "!" "It's all right." "I'll go." "Any more of this sort of behavior, and out you go - both of you." "[ Geraldine Crying ]" "I just want a bit of peace, Mr. Christie." "All right, then." "Beryl..." "Beryl, if you're not well, you shouldn't be larking around at this time of night." "You should see a doctor." "[ Indistinct Shouting ]" "Lovely day today, Mr. Christie, ain't it?" "Very nice." "Yes." "[ Toilet Flushes ]" "Oh, hello, Beryl." "How are you today?" "Oh, I'm fine." "Thank you, Mr. Christie." "Have you been to see the doctor yet?" "The doctor?" "Oh, uh, no." "Hmm." "Well, won't you come in a minute?" "Well, I've got the " "I've just put the kettle on." "Oh." "Well, sit down, Beryl." "Do." "In the deck chair." "Now, what is all this trouble between you and Tim?" "[ Chuckles ] And don't try and tell me there isn't any trouble." "[ Chuckles ] No." "You're very young, you know." "Unexperienced." "Things which may seem great problems to you may seem simpler to an older head, you know?" "Well, it's just that I'm - I'm going to have a baby." "Yes, I see." "Tim, I suppose, is none too keen... on this, uh, addition to the family." "No." "Well, I'm not, either." "I-I took some pills yesterday." "Pills?" "Yes, they - They didn't work, though." "You see, Mr. Christie, Tim only gets 7 pounds a week." "Well... we can't afford another baby now." "No." "I understand that." "I, uh..." "I do know people - medical people - who could help you out." "But that would cost money, wouldn't it?" "Yes, that's" " That's true." "Yeah." "That's true, I'm afraid." "They're very eminent men." "One particularly I have in mind," "I used to assist him in his earlier days." "Studied with him." "It's, uh, it's quite a simple matter." "You" " You mean you know how to do it, Mr. Christie?" "Oh, yes." "Oh, that's not a problem." "I've seen it done 100 times." ""Terminations" we called them." "I had to learn about that in the police." "Well..." "I suppose you c-couldn't " "Oh, I" " I know it's against the law and everything." "Oh, no, that's - That's all right... as long as nobody goes telling tales out of school." "Sugar?" "No, I" "It's the moral question that concerns me." "I wouldn't tell a soul- honestly." "The taking of life..." "no matter how rudimentary..." "Well... it's not, really." "I'd be... ever so grateful, Mr. Christie." "All right, I Will." "[ Chuckles ]" "I didn't " "It's such a weight off my mind." "Honestly, Mr. Christie." "Honestly." "Well " "W-When do you think you could " "Oh, well, do you think you could " "Well, you have a word with Tim tonight, huh?" "Yes." "And perhaps we'll be able to fit you in tomorrow." "Yes." "[ Chuckles ]" "What are you doing here?" "Now then, now then." "I thought we'd go to the pictures." "Oh, did you then?" "Yes." "Now, Mrs. Christie is looking after Geraldine... and you and I are going to have a night out, okay?" "Well, all right then." "Come on." "[ Bell Dings ]" "Hold the bus!" "♪ And when the fields ♪" "♪ Are fresh and gree-e-e-e-e-n ♪" "♪ I will take you to your home ♪" "♪ Ka-a-a-a-thleen ♪" "Here's out." "Did you like it?" "The film." "Oh, it was all right." "I didn't see too much of it." "I like Gregory Peck." "He's okay." "You know, you're a bit like him to look at." "Good God, girl, you've hardly had one drink." "No, no, you are." "[ Laughs ]" "He's about 7'3" for a start-off." "I know, but just around the eyes, you look like him." "Mr. Christie was talking to me today." "About last night?" "Oh, no." "He was okay about that." "He, uh..." "Well, he said he might be able to help us." "Huh?" "About the baby, you know." "Oh?" "Well, what's he think he can do?" "Well, he's had experience with things like that." "You mean... getting rid of it?" "Termination, it's called." "Oh, I" " No, I don't know about that, Beryl." "I don't think he wants money or anything like that." "That's not what I mean." "Tim... we can't have another kiddie now." "You know we can't." "Well, I" " I know I could always get a bigger job - pays more cash." "I could go to night school - get qualified in something." "[ Sighs ]" "Well, what's he do, anyhow?" "[ Sighs ]" "I don't know." "[ Clears Throat ]" "Here." "[ Sniffling ]" "All right then." "Mind the beer, girl." "[ Geraldine Babbling ]" "Tim... will you tell Mr. Christie it's all right when you go down the stairs?" "I don't like it, Beryl." "Oh, Tim." "You can't go back on it now." "Okay, okay." "[ Smooches ]" "[ Crying ]" "Mr. Christie?" "Mr. Christie?" "Oh, there you are, Mr. Christie." "Oh, Tim, come in, come in." "Look, Mr. Christie, Beryl's been telling " "Shut the door, will you?" "Do you mind?" "Oh, no." "Tim..." "I dislike this business as much as you do." "Well, I don't know " "It's just that I happened to have picked up this knowledge whilst I was in training as a doctor before the war." "Oh, I didn't know you did all this medical stuff." "Oh, yes." "Yes, yes, unfortunately, my training was interrupted by a motoring accident, and, um, then the war came and " "Well, that's most" "I was browsing through some of my, uh, medical texts before you came in, as a matter of fact." "Perhaps you would like to..." "Um... [ Clears Throat ]" "Yes, well, l-l-l don't know about all - all this stuff, see." "[ Chuckling ] No." "No, no." "How do you, uh..." "I mean..." "how do you actually do it?" "Well, that's something only doctors and myself know about." "It has to be secret, you understand." "I mean, we couldn't have every Tom, Dick, and Harry going around doing it, could we?" "Uh, no, I-I understand that, but, uh " "I won't conceal the... dangers from your mind." "The, um..." "The, um, stuff I use - one in ten might die from it." "Die?" "Well, yes, that's an acceptable medical risk." "That's understood." "Mind you, they probably use too strong a dose." "If only you and, um, Beryl had come to me earlier," "I could have done it without any risk at all." "Oh, I don't know." "I don't know, Mr. Christie." "Well..." "Tim... if you haven't got complete confidence in my ability..." "No, no." "I" " I trust you, Mr. Christie." "Of course, I do." "All right then." "Good lad." "Right, well, you cut along to work." "Otherwise, you'll be late." "And, uh, Tim... remember... we've never lost a father yet." "[ Chuckles ] [ Chuckles ]" "No." "Uh, thank you, Mr. Christie." "[ Door Closes ]" "Ethel?" "Ethel..." "Hmm?" "Ethel, I want you to go to the, uh, office for me?" "See Mr. Steadman." "Tell him my back's been playing me up, and I shan't be in today." "Oh, Reg, are you going to the doctor?" "No." "No, I'll be all right." "I'll phone from the corner." "No, you'd better go." "They'll want these bills of lading and invoices right away." "Go and get your coat on." "All right." "[ Breathing Heavily ]" "I'm ready, Reg." "Tell him I hope to be better tomorrow." "All right." "[ Doorbell Rings ]" "[ Rings ]" "[ Rings ]" "[ Rings ]" "[ Rings ]" "[ Rings ]" "Yes, what is it?" "Mr. Christie?" "Yes." "Ah." "Builders." ""Repair roof to outhouse, replaster where necessary, and make good."" "Now?" "Uh, it's not convenient." "You are Mr. Christie?" "You complained to the landlord about this outhouse." "Well, I-I-I need to be informed in advance." "Look, mate, I just take my orders from the owners." "It is just the, uh, wash house, is it?" "Just the outbuildings." "Well, you better come through." "Oh, thank you very much." "I was just having a cup of tea." "It's, uh, back up here on the right." "This is it." "The wash house." "Right." "All this lot will have to come down for a start." "How long will it take?" "Oh, it shouldn't take more than a couple of days." "Be careful." "Do you mind?" "Yeah, mind the paintwork, mate." "And the priceless "anti-ques."" "Beryl:" "Mr. Christie... are you..." "I've got the builders in." "Well, it doesn't matter." "[ Climbing Stairs ]" "[ Sawing In Distance ]" "[ Clears Throat ]" "Oh." "Here we are then." "I brought you a little cup of tea." "Oh." "Thank you." "What are they doing - the builders?" "Oh." "They, um, they won't disturb us." "The baby asleep, is she?" "Oh, yes." "She's in the other room." "Right." "Well, uh, we can manage in here then." "Just drink your tea and relax." "Is it going to hurt?" "Just a little twinge, but, uh, we can help that." "Open the window for me - 6 inches - will you?" "And perhaps you better pull down the blind." "Fast asleep." "All right." "Just pass me my bag, will you?" "Ta." "Oh!" "What's that for?" "Just a - a whiff of gas." "Gas?" "Like at the dentist's - take away those little twinges." "But that's poisonous, isn't it?" "Oh, no - not the way we use it." "Something we had to learn during the war for bomb victims... that needed... urgent surgery." "It's a chemically compounded filter, you see?" "The liquid..." "[ Liquid Pouring ] ...takes out the carbon monoxide, or CO2, as we call it." "There." "Right." "Just get... scrubbed up." "[ Water Running ]" "There isn't any cutting, is there?" "Oh, no, no." "No, no." "[ Water Stops ]" "Oh." "Ta." "I'm ever so nervous, Mr. Christie." "There's no need to be - no need at all." "Do you, um, have, uh, undergarments on?" "Yes." "Well, just slip them off, will you?" "Um, should I take my dress off?" "No, no." "Just the, um..." "And then lie down on the quilt." "Right down?" "Yes, just lie down and relax." "You ready?" "Yes." "That's a good girl." "Now... just... a little... whiff of the gas." "You've, uh, had gas before at the dentist, have you?" "You know what it feels like then." "You'll feel just a little bit dizzy," "I expect." "[ Liquid Bubbling ]" "All right." "Now... breathe deeply." "Breathe" " Just relax." "Breathe deeply." "Close your eyes." "Close your eyes." "That's a good girl." "That's a good girl." "Breathe." "Breathe, Beryl." "That's it." "[ Gasps ] That's it." "[ Gasping ] No." "No." "Aaah!" "No, no, no." "Quiet." "Quiet!" "[ Screaming ] Be quiet!" "Be" " Be" " Be quiet!" "Quiet!" "Aaah!" "No!" "Don't make me hurt you." "Please." "Please." "Don't make me hurt you." "No!" "Please!" "Ugh!" "[ Breathing Heavily ]" "Oh, Beryl." "Oh, oh, Beryl." "[ Smooches ]" "[ Breathing Heavily]" "[ Smooches ]" "[ Moaning ]" "[ Man Whistling ]" "[ Clicks Tongue ]" "Howdy-howdy-do." "[ Laughs ]" "Hey, come on." "Come on." "Beryl!" "[ Doorknob Rattles]" "Beryl!" "[ Doorknob Rattling ]" "Beryl?" "[ Doorknob Rattles]" "If you don't want to see me, you've only got to say so." "Beryl." "[ Door Closes ]" "Geraldine:" "Mommy." "[ Babbles ]" "Mommy." "[ Crying ]" "Oh, hello, Mr. Christie." "It's bad news, Tim." "It didn't work." "[ Sniffles ]" "Huh?" "Where's Beryl then?" "She's upstairs on the bed..." "[ Crying ] Oh, Tim." "...lying down." "Go on up." "I'll come up with you." "Beryl?" "What " "She's got... blood all down her chin." "That's the concussion, I'm afraid." "She would struggle, you see " "Concussed her head against the bed-head." "It's got sharp corners, that bed-head." "Beryl..." "[ Gasps ]" "She's not alive." "I told you it was bad." "You" " You never said " "One out of ten die of it " "I told you that." "[ Sobbing ] Oh, Christ." "I'm sorry, Tim." "These things happen, though." "She should have approached me earlier." "Oh, God, she was only young." "Yes, it's a terrible thing." "But she'd have had to be in hospital by now, anyway." "Doctors couldn't have helped her even." "Her tummy was septic poisoned - all those pills she'd been dosing herself up with." "Oh, God!" "Oh, God!" "Them damned pills!" "Don't" " Don't wake the baby, Tim." "[ Sobbing ]" "What am I going to do?" "Come with me." "Come on." "Come on." "Sit down." "Would you get the doctor?" "Doctors... can't do much now, I'm afraid, Tim." "Well, we gotta do something - the police or something." "Yes, you may be right." "Well, that's what I think, anyhow." "It'll be criminal manslaughter for me, of course." "Oh, God." "I-I don't want to get you into trouble, Mr. Christie." "Well, I'm not just thinking about me so much." "I'm not the only one involved." "You knew all about it, didn't you?" "Well, of course I knew about it!" "Well, don't get huffy with me, my lad." "You knew about it - that's the point." "You're an accessory before the act." "But... well, I done nothing." "Oh, God, I done nothing." "But you knew about it, Tim." "You consented " "That's all they'll want to know." "All right." "All right, then, I'll - I'll not tell them nothing." "I'll just say I don't know nothing and just keep clammed up." "[ Geraldine Crying ]" "You better go and see to the baby." "You can't leave her crying like that." "[ Crying Continues ]" "[ Crying Stops ]" "Poor old Tim, eh?" "I could get you out of this if only you didn't keep talking so silly." "[ Sniffles ]" "I-I just don't know what to do." "Well, we could keep quiet about it, couldn't we?" "[ Sniffles ]" "She's just lying there." "Well... there are ways of... disposing of bodies." "What - not be buried, you mean?" "No p-proper service?" "What good would a proper service do?" "Well, she'd want it, that's what." "And me too" " I wa-I want it." "You want it?" "She'd want it?" "You want to be hung?" "Is that what you want?" "You better see to the baby's supper." "She'll be crying for it in a minute." "They don't hang you for manslaughter anyhow." "No." "They do for murder, though." "They'll just think you killed her in one of those fights of yours." "She's got that knock on the head." "The whole street knows about those fights you have all the time." "The police know even." "What do you mean?" "I mean... you start going to the police or whatever, and I'm going to have to deny I had anything to do with it." "Oh, they'll know bec" "[ Sniffles ]" "They'll know from the operation you did." "Oh, no, my lad." "There are no visible signs, not the way I do it." "All right then!" "All right, I'll tell them, and then they'll know." "Who do you think they'll believe, Tim?" "Everyone around here knows these stories you come out with about your father being an Italian count and everything." "Oh, it's just storifying." "Everyone knows that." "[ Sniffles ]" "Anyhow, he was an Italian, my father." "Well, he may not have been a count." "I don't know about that." "An Italian named Evans?" "That's just a name he used so as people wouldn't know who he was." "Well, he was in this secret business, see?" "That's why he was so rich." "He had all this money and shares and everything." "Only he lost it 'cause he was killed in the war." "So, who are the police going to believe, eh?" "You?" "Or me, that was a special constable for four years?" "Me, of course!" "Me!" "All right, then, Tim." "Well, you go to the police and tell them." "Go on." "Off you go." "All right, I will, too." "Well, they'll have to believe the truth." "Oh, go on then, if you're going." "Well, I can't go now, can I?" "I've got the baby to feed." "Oh, I'll do that." "I'll do that for you while you're gone." "W-Well... you tell me " "Tell me w-what to do, then I won't go." "No, you've got to do what you think is right." "We'll shut the door and talk, eh?" "All right." "[ Sniffles ]" "You're gonna be guided by me, hmm?" "[ Voice Breaking ] Yes, okay, Mr. Christie." "All right." "Sit down." "[ Sniffles ]" "Now... first of all, there's Beryl." "[ Sobs ]" "I'll look after that." "And, uh, I'll dispose of her." "I'll wait till I get a chance." "You know the, uh - the big, uh, manhole cover by the front door?" "I'll lay her to rest there." "[ Crying ] Oh!" "Oh, God!" "This is no time for you to break down." "Yes, I know." "I'm sorry." "[ Chokes Back Sob ]" "It'd look better if you went away for a bit." "Right away, tonight- out of London." "I don't " "Listen to me." "Then I could tell people that you and Beryl had gone away together." "[ Sniffles ]" "And what about the baby, Geraldine?" "Oh, she'll be all right." "It's very lucky, as a matter of fact." "There's a young couple over at Acton I know who'll look after her for you " "East Acton, to be precise." "They... can't have any of their own, so it's handy really." "So you just, uh, leave all her things packed up, and I'll get them to come over and collect her in the morning." "[ Sniffles ]" "But I'll... be able to have her back, won't I?" "I mean, when - when all this has blown over?" "Oh, yes." "Yes." "Yes, I daresay." "[ Sniffles ]" "Right, then." "You get the baby fed." "Oh, God, Mr. Christie." "And she was only young." "If... she'd come to me earlier..." "[ Shuffling, Banging ]" "[ Panting ]" "[ Gasping ] Come and give me a hand." "[ Grunts ]" "Grab her." "Grab her legs." "[ Panting, Grunting ]" "Let her down." "Let her down." "We'll put her in Kitchener's place." "The old man's in hospital." "He won't be back for days." "She'll be all right in there for tonight." "Take this." "What's this?" "Wedding ring." "Sell it." "It'll make her less easy to identify if they do ever find her." "Oh." "Now you get packed... and then g- get a night train anywhere." "And I'll get those people over from East Acton first thing in the morning for the baby." "[ Geraldine Crying ]" "You better go and finish feeding her." "Mr. Christie..." "[ Geraldine Crying Louder ]" "Go on." "Go on." "[ Floor Creaks ]" "[ Door Closes Softly ]" "[ Geraldine Crying Softly ]" "[ Crying Grows Louder ]" "Hello, Auntie Vi." "Tim!" "What are you doing down here?" "Come in!" "Come in!" "Con, it's Tim." "Tim, boy!" "Hey, what are you doing in this neck of the woods?" "Sit down, Tim." "Take your coat off." "Well, me and the boss is, uh, touring around trying to find new branches." "Only the car broke down in Cardiff." "There's tea fresh brewed, Tim." "You still like egg and fried bread?" "Oh, smashing!" "It'll be a few days, the car." "Big end's gone, they said." "How's Beryl?" "We can put you up on the settee in the back room if you like." "Thanks, Auntie." "How's Beryl and the baby?" "Oh, fine, fine." "They've got to Brighton for a bit- stay with Beryl's father." "I've just been upstairs." "He's gone." "Tim?" "Packed up and left - his clothes and everything, scarpered." "And that's not the worst part." "What's the matter, Reg?" "You know what he's gone and done?" "What?" "He's killed the baby." "I don't believe it." "Strangled, if you must know, with his tie." "He'd never do that!" "Never mind what he'd never do." "It's what he's done." "He worshipped that child." "Reg, what are we going to do?" "Nothing." "[ Banging ]" "[ Dog Barking ]" "[ Grunting, Panting ]" "Hey." "See what I bought Geraldine in Cardiff?" "Did you go into the garage about the car?" "Oh, yes, yes." "They say it'll be a bit." "They'll let me know." "There." "Woolworth's I got it." "Oh, it's lovely, Tim." "Tim, your uncle and I wrote a letter to Mr. Thorley on Monday." "Thorley?" "Beryl's father." "What do you want to write to him for?" "!" "We got a telegram this morning." "He said he hasn't seen Beryl and the baby since the summer." "What do you want to go poking around for?" "!" "But where is she, Tim?" "What's happened?" "I don't want to talk about it." "And none of your business anyhow!" "She's" " She's gone off." "Gone off?" "With, uh, some fellow." "I don't know, do I?" "!" "In a car." "But what about little Geraldine?" "Look, just stop asking questions at me, will you?" "!" "Now then " "Don't you "now then" me!" "She's gone off with some... rich fellow, and that's all there is about it!" "She's not that sort of a girl, Tim." "I'm going out!" "I'm bloody going out!" "[ Door Slams ]" "[ Train Engine Chugging ]" "[ Train Whistle Blows ]" "Here, I think that's the number." "Yeah, that's okay." "There is a record card." "Ah." "Uh..." "Yes, sir?" "Is there an inspector or sergeant or somebody here?" "There's nobody available at the moment, sir." "Can I help you?" "I'd like to have a bit of a chat with you alone, like." "Right." "Excuse me, sir." "Well, now." "I want to give myself up." "I've disposed of my wife." "Now, wait a minute." "Do you realize what you're saying?" "I know what I'm saying." "I can't sleep for it." "I want to get it off my chest." "She was expecting, see?" "And we have one already." "Anyhow, I met this fellow in Ipswich." "He just come up to me in a caff and give me this bottle of stuff." "I told her not to take it, but she said she was going to anyhow." "So, I come home from work, and there she is dead." "She had the empty bottle beside her." "I didn't know what to do so..." "I got " "I didn't know what to do, so at 2:00 in the morning I got her downstairs and I opened the drain outside the front door and I put her... body..." "down the drain." "And then I come down here." "Do you want to make a statement in writing?" "Uh..." "Well, I'll tell you about it and you write it down, eh?" "I'm not all that educated." "I can't do this reading and writing." "Yes." "That's what he said." "Well, he's a bit simple, you know." "Okay." "I'll have another go at him." "Yeah." "Bye." "Well, now..." "The drain where you said you put your wife's body - it's been examined." "There's nothing there." "Well, I-I put it there." "I see." "It's a manhole, is it?" "Uh..." "I expect so." "Who helped you lift the lid off?" "I did it myself." "Who are you trying to kid?" "It took three men to lift it." "Well, I don't know about that." "I did it!" "I don't think your wife's body was ever down that drain." "All right." "All right, I only said that to protect a man named Christie." "Christie?" "Yes." "It's not true about the man in the caff." "Now I'll tell you the truth." "[ Indistinct Conversations ]" "She wasn't very good with money, I'm afraid." "Run up a lot of bad debts." "That was one of the reasons they were always fighting." "This was... their little domain." "What is it?" "Just the two rooms?" "Just the two rooms, yes." "You'd only have to ask the neighbors about the fights they had, I'm afraid." "One of your chaps from the station had to come around one night, as a matter of fact." "You saw them go, did you?" "No, they just crept off." "Who has the flat below this?" "Mr. Kitchener, an old gentleman - worked on the railways." "Inspector, you'd want to look at his flat " "Mr. Kitchener's" " I expect?" "Oh, yes." "Yes, well, he's in hospital at the moment, so he'll not mind." "I just found these, sir." "They're all about the torso murder case." "Oh, yes, a bit morbid about that case, Tim was." "Kept all the newspaper cuttings." "Can't think why." "I thought he couldn't read." "No, he used to get Beryl to read them to him." "Ah." "I better take a look in here first." "I've just left the kettle on in the kitchen." "Rn just, uh..." "Shoo!" "Go on, get out!" "Get out!" "Shoo!" "This is the back garden." "[ Door Rattles ]" "Can't seem to get this open." "It, uh, gets jammed occasionally." "Go and get the poker, Ethel." "[ Dogs Barking ]" "There's a sort of bundle under the sink here." "What's that, Mrs. Christie?" "Do you know?" "Well, take a look." "It's a bundle of something." "Do you know what's in it?" "No." "It's tablecloth or something." "It's all wrapped up." "Is that yours?" "No, I don't think so." "Well, feel it." "Feel if you recognize it." "No, I've never seen it before." "All right, drag it out." "Let's have a look at it." "[ Strained Voice ] It weighs a ton." "[ Scraping ]" "Better cut the cord." "If you've no objection, madam." "No, not at all." "It isn't mine anyway." "Man:" "There's another one here." "It's a baby." "[ Train Wheels Clacking ]" "Did they ask Mr. Christie if he could get the baby back from the people in Acton, do you know?" "[ Whistle Blows ]" "Well, bloody hell." "Are you gonna keep this up all the way to London?" "[ Typewriter Clacking ]" ""At 11:50 A.M. today," ""I found the dead body of your wife, Beryl Evans," ""concealed in a wash house" ""at 10 Rillington Place, Notting Hill." ""Also the body of your baby daughter Geraldine" ""in the same outbuilding," ""and this clothing was found on them." ""Later today I was present at Kensington mortuary" ""when it was established" ""that the cause of death was strangulation in both cases." ""I have reason to believe that you were responsible for their deaths."" "Yes." "All right then." ""She was incurring one debt after another," ""and I could not stand it any longer." ""So I strangled her with a piece of rope" ""and took her down to the flat below the same night" ""whilst the old man was in hospital." ""I waited until the Christies downstairs had gone to bed," ""then I took her to the wash house" ""after midnight." ""Then I strangled my baby in our bedroom with my tie and took her to the wash house."" "Sign there, lad." "If you don't know how to write your name, just put a cross." "I know how to write my name." "Good, lad." "Just sign there then." "[ Sniffles ]" "[ Sighs ]" "[ Sniffles ]" "Mr. Christie..." "I have got to suggest to you - and I do not want there to be any misapprehensions about it- that you are responsible for the death of Mrs. Evans and of the little girl." "Or if that is not so, that at least you know very much more about those deaths than you've said." "That is a lie." "Did you know that Mrs. Evans was pregnant in November last year?" "My wife told me." "Did you have any discussion with her or Mr. Evans?" "We understood from what Mrs. Evans told my wife that she had been taking pills and various things to procure an abortion." "Now, I suggest to you that a little later you said to Evans," ""If you or your wife had come to me in the first place," "I could have done it for you without any risk."" "No, definitely not." "Do you remember him saying to you," ""I didn't think you knew anything about medical stuff"?" "No, he " "And that you said that you'd been training to be a doctor before the war?" "No, that's nonsense." "Do you remember showing Evans some medical books in your flat?" "I have not got any medical books, except the St. John's ambulance handbook." "Did you show this book to Evans?" "No, certainly not." "It's an obsolete book." "I daresay it's obsolete, but did you show it to him?" "No." "Did you not tell Evans that you had been doing training in medical matters before the war and that you stopped because of an accident?" "No." "You gave evidence yesterday that during the night of Tuesday the 8th of November, you heard a thud." "Yes." "Uh, it seemed rather loud." "It startled us rather." "It woke us up." "This was about midnight?" "Uh, yes, it would be." "Are you quite sure about that?" "Absolutely certain." "Do you remember giving evidence at the magistrate's court at West London?" "Yes." "You never mentioned there this noise of something very heavy being moved, did you?" "Oh, yes, I did mention it." "I'm certain." "Well, perhaps it was not taken down." "What happened after the sound of furniture moving?" "I, um - I-l went off to sleep again." "Because of the pain I was having with the fibrositis," "I was taking tablets." "It was the only way I could get to sleep." "I'm still taking them, as a matter of fact." "Are you still suffering from fibrositis, Mr. Christie?" "Very badly, my lord." "I was in severe pain all night." "I had to go to the doctor again last night, and he prescribed for me and gave me some pills to alleviate the pain." "But I was awake for most of the night." "Would you be more comfortable giving your evidence sitting down?" "Well, yes, I think I would, my lord." "Then you may." "Thank you." "[ Man Coughs ]" "Mr. Christie... yesterday you remember Mr. Humphreys asking you if you had been in the police force during the last war?" "Yes." "In fact, you were a constable in the war reserve?" "For four years, yes." "But you are not, are you, a man of good character?" "Well, I... have had some trouble." "I apologize for having to ask you these questions, but I'm afraid I must." "On four occasions you have been convicted of offenses of dishonesty, haven't you?" "Uh, three." "Not four?" "Then perhaps I had better put them to you." "Were you sentenced to three months' imprisonment in 1921 for stealing postal orders?" "Yes." "Bound over for false pretenses in 1923 at Halifax?" "Yes, I remember that." "Nine months hard labor for stealing material and goods in 1924 at Uxbridge?" "Yes." "And three months also at Uxbridge for stealing a motorcar in 1933?" "Yes, that's right." "Well, surely you could remember that - four offenses for dishonesty." "Well, I-I - I had an idea it was three." "I-I just didn't - I just wasn't quite sure." "I see." "But what is perhaps more important- and relevant to this matter - are there two other convictions recorded against you?" "Yes." "The first of these being for violence at Halifax in 1923?" "Yes." "And the second when you were sentenced to six months for malicious wounding in 1929?" "Yes." "Yes." "[ Man Coughs ]" "Do you appreciate that the medical evidence in this case which has been called is that this woman was strangled?" "I was informed of that." "Not killed by abortion, of which there's no sign, but by strangulation?" "Yes." "Now... a word about your character." "What were you doing in the First World War?" "I was in the army in the First World War." "Fighting for your country?" "Yes." "I-I was gassed twice." "I was blinded for three months, and I never spoke for 3 1/2 years." "The last time you were in trouble with the police for any offense was in 1933, was it?" "Yes." "17 years ago." "Yes." "In this last war, in spite of your disabilities, you served in the war reserve police for many years." "Is that right?" "Yes, I did, and I was commended on two occasions." "Thank you, Mr. Christie." "What are you doing?" "I'm going to sleep in the front room." "Front room?" "On the sofa from now on." "What's that in aid of?" "Nothing, it's just that I'm not sleeping very well, that's all." "Now, it is you who voluntarily go to the police on the 30th of November after hearing about the telegram which your aunt had received from Mr. Thorley, your wife's father?" "That's right." "It was because your previous lies were exposed by the telegram that you decided to go to the police, was it?" "It wasn't because of the lies." "Then why did you suddenly go to the police?" "Well..." "I was getting worried about my daughter." "Are you saying that seriously to the jury - that you go to the police and confess to murder because you're worried about your daughter?" "There is no confession of murder." "He said, "I have disposed of my wife." "I have put her down the drain."" "It sounds very like murder." "All he said was he had put her - it might well be her body - down the drain." "You made a statement to the police, and this is the first you made " "Exhibit 6 - in which you talk of meeting a man in a café, and of how your wife took these pills and died of them and you found her dead." "You remember that statement?" "Yes, I remember that statement." "That is untrue?" "That is untrue, yes." "You then made a statement in which you set out in some detail how Mr. Christie gave your wife something which would cause an abortion and she died of that." "Do you remember that one?" "Yes, I remember that one, too." "Is that one true or untrue?" "That is true." "Then you made a statement in which you confess to murdering your wife and your child." "Is that true or untrue?" "I was told of my daughter's death before I made that one." "True or untrue?" "I-It is true I made the statement." "Is the statement true or untrue?" "Untrue." "So then that is the second statement you have made to the police, in some detail, which is untrue?" "Yes." "So would it not be right to say that you are a person who's prepared to lie, or tell the truth, at your own convenience?" "Well, why should I tell lies?" "My life is at stake here." "Now... we have shown that your story about Mr. Christie giving your wife an abortion is nonsense." "You are the person who alleges Mr. Christie is the murderer in this case." "Can you suggest why he should have strangled your wife?" "Well... he was... home all day." "Can you suggest why he should have strangled your wife?" "No, I can't." "Can you suggest why he should have strangled your daughter?" "No." "I didn't do it, Auntie." "Christie done it." "I didn't even know the baby was dead till the police brought me in to Notting Hill." "Well, Christie said she was in East Acton." "Get Christie - Get him here to see me." "He's the only one who can help me now." "Timothy John Evans... the court has found you guilty of willful murder, and the sentence of the court upon you is that you be taken from this place to a lawful prison, and thence to a place of execution," "and there you will suffer death by hanging." "And that your body be buried within the precincts of the prison in which you shall have been last confined before your execution." "And may the Lord have mercy on your soul." "Amen." "[ Christie Sobbing ]" "[ Sobbing Continues]" "[ Bell Ringing ]" "The one thing that sticks in my mind is I'm in for something I haven't done, sir." "You must remember, Evans, that we're not here to go into the rights and wrongs of your case." "This is purely a medical board." "Yes, I know that, sir." "See..." "Christie done it." "You confessed at Notting Hill." "Why was that?" "I broke down at Notting Hill." "Well, I had nothing else to worry about when I knew my daughter was dead." "Why do you think your daughter was killed?" "Well... to be out of the way, wasn't it?" "I see." "Any further questions?" "No." "All right, thank you." "Come along then." "B-But Christie done it!" "I say Christie done it!" "All right, all right." "Well, I don't know " "He's not an unpleasing little fellow." "Oh, no." "Primitive sort of creature, but nothing abnormal- medically speaking." "Rather meet than average I thought." "Yes." "Nothing very much at all, really." "Certainly no medical grounds for a reprieve." "[ Footsteps Approach, Keys Jingle ]" "[ Breathing Heavily ]" "Oh!" "[ Exhales Loudly ]" "Supper's in the meat safe." "I should have thought you could have got it for yourself." "I'm going to bed now." "I've taken a sleeping pill." "I'm going to Sheffield in the morning." "Sheffield?" "To stay with Jessy and Bob." "You can't just leave me here." "I-I can't stand Jessy, you know that." "She talks too much." "What am I meant to do then?" "We've no friends." "Not a soul set foot in this house for two years nearly." "Not since the Evanses." "We've no money " "You haven't worked since I don't know when." "I can't work, can I?" "Not with my back and everything." "The doctor says I should be in hospital." "I know where you should be." "What's that supposed to mean?" "You know what I mean." "[ Creaking ]" "Ohh." "Ohh." "[ Grunting ]" "[ Man Shouting ]" "You don't mind, do you?" "It's migraine." "Hmm." "I get these terrible headaches." "Very unpleasant, very unpleasant." "Mind you, um... medically speaking, of course, it's a very interesting condition " ""syndrome" as we call it." "You're not a doctor, are you?" "Well, now how did you know that?" "Well, I should say I was." "Was?" "Yes, I, um..." "I did a favor for a friend - a lady friend " "I expect you understand." "You know how it is." "[ Sighing ] Oh, yes." "Oh, dear." "Can I get you another cup of tea?" "No, thanks." "Are you sure?" "Yes, well, of course, uh, they won't do you any good, mind." "What does, though?" "Ah, well, if only I was free to, uh..." "[ Sighs ]" "Honestly, I'd do anything." "[ Boys Shouting ]" "[ Sniffs ]" "Well, you certainly do yourself proud in here, I must say." "My wife's away." "I don't blame her." "You can keep that mattress for a start." "It'd have the whole shop running alive." "What's that mean?" "Bedbugs." "L-Look, this is mahogany - pure mahogany." "Oh, yeah. 10 quid the lot." "What, for everything?" "Everything, bar that mattress - It'll walk out by itself." "10 pounds" " I - Surely it must be worth 15." "Not to me, it isn't." "Well, I-l can't work." "I was wounded in the war." "That's tough luck, squire." "12's my top." "Yes or no?" "All right." "I'll have the van around this afternoon." "1...2... 3..." "[ Door Closes ]" "I was, uh, just looking through my papers." "Cuttings and things - newspaper cuttings." "I was in all the papers a few years back." "Murder trial it was - A dreadful business, appalling." "Of course, I was in the police once, so I understand these things." "I have had a very... varied life." "Funny, really." "In all the papers a few years back, and now..." "Pigs." "Well, of course, if that's the way you're going to talk..." "It's what I'd expect, of course." "Okay, just dump it here." "[ Sniffs ]" "Really smells bad in here." "We'll soon get it cleaned up." "[ Hollow Thud ]" "[ Hollow Thudding ]" "[ Thudding ]" "Cliff..." "Hmm?" "Go and get the police." "[ Horn Sounds]" "What are you doing, looking for work?" "My employment cards haven't come through." "Well, what's your name?" "John Waddington." "Have you got anything on you to prove your identity?" "No, nothing at all." "Take your hat off, will you?" "You're Christie." "John Reginald Christie." "I shall have to take you into custody." "Come along." "[ Heavy Breathing ]"