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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
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
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."
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.
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
"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
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.
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.
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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