10 Rillington Place Page #5

Mr. Christie?

Mr. Christie?

Oh, there you are, Mr. Christie.

Oh, Tim, come in, come in.

Look, Mr. Christie,

Beryl's been telling -

Shut the door, will you?

Do you mind?

Oh, no.

Tim...

I dislike this business

as much as you do.

Well, I don't know -

It's just that I happened to

have picked up this knowledge

whilst I was in training

as a doctor

before the war.

Oh, I didn't know you did

all this medical stuff.

Oh, yes.

Yes, yes, unfortunately,

my training

was interrupted

by a motoring accident,

and, um, then the war came and -

Well, that's most-

I was browsing through some

of my, uh, medical texts

before you came in,

as a matter of fact.

Perhaps you would like to...

Um...

Yes, well, l-l-l

don't know about all -

all this stuff, see.

No.

No, no.

How do you, uh...

I mean...

how do you actually do it?

Well, that's something only

doctors and myself know about.

It has to be secret,

you understand.

I mean, we couldn't have

every Tom, Dick, and Harry

going around doing it, could we?

Uh, no, I-I understand that,

but, uh -

I won't conceal the... dangers

from your mind.

The, um...

The, um, stuff I use -

one in ten might die from it.

Die?

Well, yes, that's

an acceptable medical risk.

That's understood.

Mind you, they probably use

too strong a dose.

If only you and, um, Beryl

had come to me earlier,

I could have done it

without any risk at all.

Oh, I don't know.

I don't know, Mr. Christie.

Well... Tim...

if you haven't got

complete confidence

in my ability...

No, no.

I - I trust you, Mr. Christie.

Of course, I do.

All right then.

Good lad.

Right, well, you

cut along to work.

Otherwise, you'll be late.

And, uh, Tim... remember...

we've never lost a father yet.

No.

Uh, thank you, Mr. Christie.

Ethel?

Ethel...

Hmm?

Ethel, I want you to go

to the, uh, office for me?

See Mr. Steadman.

Tell him my back's

been playing me up,

and I shan't be in today.

Oh, Reg, are you going

to the doctor?

No. No, I'll be all right.

I'll phone from the corner.

No, you'd better go.

They'll want

these bills of lading

and invoices right away.

Go and get your coat on.

All right.

I'm ready, Reg.

Tell him I hope to be better

tomorrow.

All right.

Yes, what is it? Mr. Christie?

Yes.

Ah. Builders.

Repair roof to outhouse,

replaster where necessary,

and make good.

Now? Uh, it's not convenient.

You are Mr. Christie?

You complained to the landlord

about this outhouse.

Well, I-I-I need to be

informed in advance.

Look, mate, I just take

my orders from the owners.

It is just the, uh,

wash house, is it?

Just the outbuildings.

Well, you better come through.

Oh, thank you very much.

I was just having a cup of tea.

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