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unpublishable material,

bondage pictures,

her wrestling with Thai girls,

mud wrestling, nudes.

The service that were offered

were oral sex, massage, bondage.

Laura would have

the full intercourse

if they paid enough money.

Joyce would do the bondage

and anything else they needed,

including oral sex,

but that was it.

I said to him,

"Well, what happens

if this ever got

out of control?"

And he said,

"Oh, we had that fixed."

I won't try to get his accent.

He said,

"I bugged the dog's collar."

I said, "You did what?"

He said, "I put a bug

in the collar of the dog."

I said, "What, the dog went with

her on these sexual encounters?"

"Oh, yeah, always."

He said, "And if it got

out of hand,

"I'd be sitting outside

with a couple of other guys,

and we would go in."

So is he sitting in

a coffee shop with headphones?

He was sitting in the car.

Steve was very much in love

with Joyce.

We asked him if he'd ever

had sex with her, and he said,

"Shoot, man, nobody's ever

had sex with Joyce."

That was the quote from him.

Nobody?

"Nobody."

That was the quote.

When Mike Malloy,

who was the editor

of the Mirror at that time,

asked me how

we were getting on, I said,

"It's interesting, Mike.

You'll be pleased to see

what we've got."

"Do you have a picture of her

in a swimsuit?"

I said, "Oh, yes.

We've got that."

I mean, worms crawl

out of the woodwork

when you become famous,

worms, cockroaches!

Mike called me to say,

"I better let you know

that tomorrow we're gonna run,

for a week,

with 'The Real McKinney' story."

And that was the front page,

"The Real McKinney."

Their front page was

going to be Joyce, naked,

but lying on her stomach.

And ours was going to be

these pictures of her as a nun.

One paper projecting her

as an innocent,

sweet-natured woman,

a God-fearing, religious woman,

who was a victim

of cruel circumstances.

And the other, the Daily Mirror,

projected her

as a kind of manipulating,

sex-crazed, part-time hooker.

Somewhere in between, maybe,

is the truth.

- The Express came, and they

actually let me tape-record

what I said, and they

printed it word-for-word.

And that same week, the Mirror

came out with the story.

They had painted a totally

different picture of me.

If I was well-educated,

they made me stupid.

If I was a virgin in real life,

they made me a slut.

We did the fantasy

that Joyce wanted promoted

to the millions

of English readers.

Yeah, you became her tool,

her slave.

Oh, totally.

I became her slave, yes.

We were all her slaves.

The Daily Express

did buy the story,

and it was only Joyce's story,

what she wanted to say

about the kidnapping,

what she did or did not do

with Kirk.

She wasn't gonna tell a story

about her hooker assignments.

She can't say it never happened

because there it is

in black-and-white.

It was Joyce.

Well, her claim is, of course,

that those pictures

were doctored.

You don't doctor negatives.

We had the negative,

print, and the magazine.

Get out of that, Joyce.

The Sun put my head

on another person's naked body.

And she was flat-chested

as a board.

I mean, the girl was flat

in her front.

As you see, I'm not flat

in my front.

So it was clear that

this woman's breasts...

Were not me.

Those are fried eggs!

The Sun admitted

it was a fake picture.

They came out and said,

"This is a composite picture."

But the Daily Mirror didn't.

The Daily Mirror tried to make

it look like I was a whore.

On the only occasion

when I did meet her

a bit later, she said,

in her accent, you know,

"I don't pose nude."

Of course, sitting

on the editor's desk

was over 1,000 pictures

and magazines

and negatives of her

that we already had.

She never knew that, of course.

I never took a picture,

which is really unusual for me.

The only thing

I ever wanted to do

was photograph Joyce

with no clothes on.

And I ended up picking up

hundreds of other people

who did it.

Bit strange.

Do you still have

the photographs?

Unfortunately,

only the pictures

that were published

in the Mirror at the time.

The file, which was

between 800 and 1,000 pictures,

were all locked up in a safe.

But unfortunately,

the Mirror Group

changed ownership,

and along with

a lot of other things,

all that dossier went missing.

We were in the hotel room,

and Joyce was constantly calling

her friend

in North London saying,

"Have you seen the papers yet?

Have you seen the papers yet?"

She'd gotten the newspapers,

the early editions

of the newspapers,

and had them laid out

in front of her

and was on the telephone saying,

"And the Mirror says this,

and the Mirror says that.

"And there's a photograph

of you here with no clothes on.

"And there's another photograph

of you here standing on a man

in a bedroom."

And this is when Joyce

freaked out.

She was so appalled

and enraged and distressed

about all the stuff

that the Mirror had been

printing about her,

'cause she had no idea

this was gonna happen at all.

She just went crazy,

went absolutely crazy.

Brian realized that he had

to stop this conversation

and that she mustn't learn

any more,

'cause we didn't know

what she was going to do.

So he didn't even bother

to disconnect the telephone

in a civilized way.

He just grabbed the wires

and pulled them out of the wall.

He didn't unplug them;

He just pull...

and bits of plaster came out,

I remember, with it.

This is a very unusual kind

of behavior, no?

Wouldn't you just

hang the phone up?

Well, Joyce McKinney

had it in both hands

screwed into her ear.

I mean, she was really scary,

really scary.

She appeared to kind of fly

across the room,

as far as I remember it,

and clung on to the curtains,

which partly came away

on the rail.

She was completely hysterical.

Then she went for the balcony.

I dived after her and sort of

grabbed her by the ankles.

I didn't know whether

she was going to jump off,

'cause if she had done, I think

there were probably tourists

on deck chairs underneath.

She would've probably

taken them out too.

So it would have been very

embarrassing, to say the least.

I looked down, and I could see

all the reporters

milling around outside

trying to get their shot,

trying to get their shot.

You know, even as far up

as I was,

they were trying

to get their shot.

And I thought, "All I have to do

is just climb up on this rail

"and just splatter,

and I will be dead.

"I'll be in heaven.

There will be no more tabloid

reporters ever to ruin my life."

She went a bit up the wall.

She tried to climb up

and jump off the balcony.

"I want to meet my Maker!"

K.J. Came running in

the motel room, and he's just,

"Don't let 'em win!

"If you die,

the truth dies with you,

"and nobody will ever know

what really happened.

Nobody will know

how much you loved him."

She was screaming.

She was hysterical.

She was completely

out of control.

We got her to a hospital.

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