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 yourself, 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: The 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 that you recalled
being woken by something in the night.
Yes.
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 witness.
- 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, Mrs Evans lost her life.
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...
...I 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?
Yes.
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 to witness it.
I've witnessed 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?
Yes.
You are the wife of the last witness.
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?
No, I don't think so.
Thank you, Mrs Christie.
Your name is Timothy John Evans?
Yes, sir.
How old are you?
25.
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.
No.
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.
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?
No.
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?
- Correct? - Yes.
12 years ago.
And in this last war, despite your disabilities,
you served with the reserve police for several yea rs.
- 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.
Yes.
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.
You just met him for five minutes.
Living with him, you saw a different side.
Rows and... drinking. And fights.
It must be hard still living there.
Aye.
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?
All I 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!
(MUFFLED VOICES)
(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. - I 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.
Mm.
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) - Just looking.
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)
Come on in, love.
- (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.
That's it.
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.
- Morning. - 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?
Yes.
Take off your hat.
I think you need to come with me down to the station, Mr Christie.
We've got Mrs Christie under the sitting room,
Hectorina MacLennan, 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 will verify it.
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.
No, it can't be.
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.
Rita.
Kathleen.
Hectorina.
And Beryl.
(DISTANT SHOUTING)
(DISTANT BANGING)
And the baby?
Geraldine?
(SHOUTING GETS LOUDER)
(BANGING ON CELL DOOR)
That was all.
Are you sure?
(CELL DOOR OPENS)
(ANGRY SHOUTING FROM OUTSIDE)
(NERVOUS BREATHING)
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