10 Rillington Place Page #7

Honestly, I'd do anything.

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...

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.

Really smells bad in here.

We'll soon get it cleaned up.

Cliff...

Hmm?

Go and get the police.

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.

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