Rillington Place

It's only temporary...

A stepping stone.

We've been unlucky.

You'll always be my girl.

I thought you were on duty.

Enforced break.

After 24 hours it's mandatory.

I saw you with me own two eyes.

I don't want you touching me ever again.

I met some smashing people, Ethel.

I think you'll like them.

You're very pretty.

Reg was telling me he trained to be a doctor.

I saw the way you looked at her, Reg.

She's not one of the ones you pay for.

You keep a wide berth or I'll...

I'll ring his bloody neck.

I haven't seen her since the last time you were here.

She said something about coming to see you.

That looks like Muriel's coat.

It's mine.

Is she pretty, Reg?

Hard to say from this angle.

Well, you keep your bloody hands to yourself.

You're back again, are you?

Yes, Mr Christie. We are.

Check in here. Check the next room. Two men round there.

And check the cellar.

Guv, round here.

My Bonnie lies over the ocean...

Careful!

My Bonnie lies over the sea...

See how thin these walls are, Beryl?

I'll need to see about that.

What are you doing?

We don't want all and sundry knowing our business, do we?

And what've we got to hide?

It's a good job we won't be here long.

Tim. Tim!

What?!

What?

What've we got here, then?

Two careful owners, just a few miles on the clock...

Bodywork's in need of a bit of polish.

Full service, was it?

Come here.

Tim. Tim Evans.

Windsor.

Windsor?

Well, last time I was up Windsor was a job for the castle.

They see the van, mistake me for a groundsman.

The next thing, they're on about

a bulge in the turf that's interfering with the King's croquet.

So, I went over, flattened it with the sole of my shoe.

- He was so pleased, he gave me his ball. And his bat. - Mallet.

- You what? - You play croquet with a mallet, Tim.

Get a move on, Evans.

- All right, Adler. - I'm all right.

Are you after something?

Just thought I'd go over a few house rules.

Reginald Christie.

Been on the ground floor for ten years now.

I'm Beryl.

Good evening, Mrs...?

Evans. We're not long married, Mr Christie.

Could do with some privacy.

You'll have no concerns on that front.

I was in the police force... Decorated, in fact.

Left due to injuries sustained in the Great War.

I was a doctor on the front.

A doctor?

My uncle's a doctor.

Yeah, travels the world, he does. Healing the sick,

stitching up heads, princes and all sorts.

What's his name?

It's a big world, I doubt you'd know 'im.

So...

It's a bit on the small side, isn't it?

The print, I mean.

I'll summarise, if I may. "Visitors should be kept to a minimum.

"None after ten o'clock of the evening.

"Use of the lavatory is restricted to seven in the morning

"till ten at night.

"Unfortunately, there'll be no use of the back yard."

No use at all?

Exclusive domain of the ground-floor flat, I'm afraid.

Well, we're on the list for a new-build, Mr Christie.

Inside WC.

That's a touch unhygienic for me, I'm afraid.

Well, we'll not be here long.

Well, rules are rules. The length of tenure is irrelevant.

Well, thanks ever so much, Mr Christie.

We've never had a place on our own,

so it'll be nice to know you're keeping an eye out.

- Won't it, Tim? - Yeah, I suppose so.

You'll have no trouble from us, Mr Christie, I promise.

Mrs Christie?

Tim.

Can you listen out for Geraldine? Beryl's not back yet.

Has she been fed? Only, I've got Mr Christie's tea to make.

Yeah. She'll be off in no time.

Tim?

It's Friday, Tim.

Is it?

The rent man.

Tell him I'll see him next week.

Reg told him that last week.

And he says you're a month in arrears.

I'll sort it, Mrs Christie, don't worry, yeah.

- Right... - See you.

Billy's Dance is 50-1... The rank outsider... And your

dad's got his wages on him.

Now it's the second-to-last lap.

The rider slips his stirrup. Billy stumbles.

But he keeps coming, hoofing the hard ground,

squeezing past at the finish to take the race.

The crowd go wild!

I go wild.

I swear to God, as he crosses the line, that horse looks up at me

and... smiles.

Just like you. Well, then, let's get you to bed.

There we go. Stay there.

Hiya. Where the hell have you been?

Come on, what you waiting for?

Where have you been?

It wasn't my fault, it was the girls.

The girls? Which girls?

Evening.

He never lets me out. Not since I've had the baby.

Did you follow me home, Mr Christie?

No, no, no, I was just on my way back, as it happens.

Beryl...?

Tim, I was wondering if we could have a little talk?

Do you want to go and see to Geraldine?

Go on, she's been waiting all night for you. That's it.

Come on. That's it.

There's no easy way to say this, Tim.

Well, say it quick cos I need to get to bed.

It's probably not as bad as it looks.

What do you mean?

Your Beryl.

She was seen, Tim.

If you're worried, I could ask

Mrs Christie to have a little word with her.

She knows what it means to be a wife, Tim.

Yeah, well, thanks, Mr Christie. That'd be nice of her.

Goodnight, Tim.

If I catch you out with another bloke...

I already told you, it wasn't me.

What do I need another bloke for?

I don't want you going out with that Lucy Endecott again.

She's clever, Lucy.

Clever?

Yeah. She doesn't rush into things...

Beryl!

Beryl! You've got responsibilities now.

Where you going?

Who was it said they saw me?

And your uncle's isn't a doctor. He works down the garage.

Beryl!

Morning, Beryl.

Sorry about the noise last night, Mrs Christie.

That's all right, love, I thought you were

a burglar, coming in at that hour.

I just wanted to say thanks. To you and Mr Christie.

It's no bother, she's a sweet baby.

No, no, I mean about Beryl.

Beryl?

Yeah, Mr Christie said you'd talk some sense into her.

How's the patient this morning? Sore head?

Tim was just telling me about Beryl.

If it's no bother, Mrs Christie...?

No, it's no bother.

We'll have her match-fit in no time. Won't we, Ethel?

See you upstairs, Ted.

About bloody time.

Sorry, boss.

Well, you're here now. Paddington Basin.

Just as I've shown you.

Beryl. Mrs Christie.

What's...? Who's put that there?

Tim. I've replaced it, so...

On loan, as it were.

Well, thanks, Mr Christie. That's kind of you.

And your lights went out,

so I popped a couple of shillings in the meter.

- Well, I haven't got anything... - No, no...

As and when you can.

All right, Mum?

What are you after?

What?

Couple o' bob. It's the baby.

You know what she's like. She doesn't stop eating.

It's just till the weekend.

It is the weekend.

It's Beryl, Mum.

I give her five pound a week and she still can't make ends meet.

She got a new pair of shoes just the other day!

She's had it hard, your Beryl.

No mother, no schooling, no church.