10 Rillington Place Page #4

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-

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.

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.

You're gonna be guided

by me, hmm?

Yes, okay, Mr. Christie.

All right.

Sit down.

Now...

first of all, there's Beryl.

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.

Oh! Oh, God!

This is no time for you

to break down.

Yes, I know. I'm sorry.

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.

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.

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.

Right, then.

You get the baby fed.

Oh, God, Mr. Christie.

And she was only young.

If... she'd come to me

earlier...

Come and give me a hand.

Grab her. Grab her legs.

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.

You better go

and finish feeding her.

Mr. Christie...

Go on. Go on.

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.

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!

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

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