10 Rillington Place

Timothy John Evans:
Don't you worry, Mr Christie, you'll get your money back. I'll be getting a new job shortly I shouldn't wonder. They've asked me if I want to train as a manager or as a managing director or something, you know.

John Reginald Christie:
Won't you have to read and write for that?

Timothy John Evans:
Oh no, no - you have secretaries, things like that, see.

John Reginald Christie:
Yes, as long as I get my 10 shillings back.

John Reginald Christie:
Won't you come in a minute...?

Beryl Evans:
Well, I've got...

John Reginald Christie:
I've just put the kettle on.

Beryl Evans:
Oh.

John Reginald Christie:
I do know people, medical people, who could help you out.

Beryl Evans:
But that would cost money, wouldn't it?

John Reginald Christie:
Yes, that's true I'm afraid. They're very eminent men. One particularly I had in mind, I used to assist him in his earlier days, studied with him, its quite a simple matter.

Beryl Evans:
You mean you know how to do it, Mr Christie?

John Reginald Christie:
It's the moral question that concerns me, the taking of life - no matter how rudimentary.

Beryl Evans:
It's not really... I'd be ever so grateful, Mr Christie.

Timothy John Evans:
You know what I've got waiting for me when I get home.

Man in Pub:
The rent collector.

Timothy John Evans:
Tucked up in bed next to my wife.

Man in Pub:
What I said, the rent collector.

Timothy John Evans:
I'll punch you next time if you don't watch it.

Man in Pub:
Cool it, Taffy.

John Reginald Christie:
Tim, I dislke this business as much as you do. Just I happen to have picked up this knowledge while I was in training as a doctor before the war.

Timothy John Evans:
I didn't know you did all this medical stuff.

Timothy John Evans:
How do you actually do it?

John Reginald Christie:
That's something only doctors and myself know about, it has to be secret you understand.

John Reginald Christie:
This stuff I use, 1 in 10 might die from it.

Timothy John Evans:
Die!

John Reginald Christie:
Well, that's an acceptable medical risk.

Timothy John Evans:
I don't know, Mr Christie.

John Reginald Christie:
Well, Tim, if you haven't got complete confidence in my abilities?

Timothy John Evans:
I trust you, Mr Christie, of course I do.

John Reginald Christie:
Ere, be careful - do you mind!

Workman Willis:
Mind the paintwork, mate.

Workman Jones:
And the priceless anti-ques.

Beryl Evans:
What's that for?

John Reginald Christie:
Just a whiff of gas.

Beryl Evans:
Gas?

John Reginald Christie:
Like at the dentists, take away those little twinges.

Beryl Evans:
But that's poisonous isn't it?

John Reginald Christie:
Not the way we use it, something we had to learn in the war.

Beryl Evans:
I'm ever so nervous Mr Christie

John Reginald Christie:
There's no need to be, no need at all. Do you have undergarments on?

Beryl Evans:
Yes.

John Reginald Christie:
Well just slip them off will you.

Timothy John Evans:
She's not alive.

John Reginald Christie:
You know about it, that's the point, you're an accessory before the act.

Timothy John Evans:
I done nothing. Oh God, I done nothing.

John Reginald Christie:
But you knew about it Tim, you consented, that's all they'll want to know.

Timothy John Evans:
I don't know what to do.

John Reginald Christie:
Well we could keep quiet about it couldn't we?

Timothy John Evans:
She's just lying there.

John Reginald Christie:
There are ways of disposing of bodies.

Timothy John Evans:
Not be buried you mean, proper service...

John Reginald Christie:
You go to the police and I'll have to deny I had anything to do with it.

Timothy John Evans:
They'll know, they'll know from the operation you did.

John Reginald Christie:
There are no visible signs, not the way I did it.

Timothy John Evans:
Alright then, I'll tell them, then they'll know.

John Reginald Christie:
Who do you think they'll believe? Everyone knows those stories you come out with about your father being an Italian Count and everything.

Timothy John Evans:
It's just storifying.

John Reginald Christie:
An Italian named Evans?

John Reginald Christie:
Who are the police going to believe - you or me that was a special constable for ten years?

Timothy John Evans:
Me of course, me!

John Reginald Christie:
Alright then Tim, well you go to the police and tell them. Alright then, off you go.

Timothy John Evans:
Alright I will, they'll have to believe the truth.

John Reginald Christie:
Well you go on then, if you're going.

John Reginald Christie:
You know the big manhole cover, by the front door, I'll lay her to rest there.

Timothy John Evans:
God Mr Christie, she was only young!

John Reginald Christie:
If she's come to me earlier...

Timothy John Evans:
What about the baby?

John Reginald Christie:
Well as it happens I know a couple in Acton, East Acton. They'll look after her for you till you get back.

John Reginald Christie:
He's killed the baby, strangled it with his tie.

Mrs. Ethel Christie:
He'd never do that.

John Reginald Christie:
Never mind what he'd never do, it's what he's done.

Mrs. Ethel Christie:
He worshipped that child.

Timothy John Evans:
I want to give myself up, I've disposed of my wife.

Det. Inspector:
Now wait a minute, do you realise what you're saying?

Timothy John Evans:
I know what I'm saying, I can't sleep for it, I want to get it of my chest... she was expecting see and we had one already. Anyhow, I met this fellow in Ipswich, in a caff, he just came up to me and gave 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 besdie her... I didn't know what to do so I got... I didn't know what to do so at 2 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.

Det. Inspector:
Do you want to make a statement, in writing?

Timothy John Evans:
...I'll tell you about it and you write it down eh, I'm not all that educated, I don't do any of that reading and writing.

Det. Inspector:
[On phone] He's a bit simple you know...

Det. Inspector:
Well now, the drain where you said you put your wife's body, its been examined, there's nothing there.

Timothy John Evans:
[Uncertain] I put it there...

Det. Inspector:
I see, its a manhole is it.

Timothy John Evans:
I expect so.

Det. Inspector:
Who helped you lift the lid off?

Timothy John Evans:
I did it myself.

Det. Inspector:
Who are you trying to kid, it took 3 men to lift it off.

Timothy John Evans:
I don't know about that - I did it...

Timothy John Evans:
Alright, I only said that to protect a man named Christie.

Det. Inspector:
Christie?

Timothy John Evans:
Yes, its not true about the man in the caff... now I'll tell you the truth.

Mrs. Ethel Christie:
[to John] I know where you should be.

Beryl Evans:
you look like Gregory Peck. Around your eyes I mean. [after going to the cinema]

Timothy John Evans:
he's about seven foot three. [chuckles]

Beryl Evans:
Did you like it. I really like Gregory Peck do you? [having a drink at the pub]

Timothy John Evans:
Yeah he's alright.

Beryl Evans:
you look like him. around the eyes.

Timothy John Evans:
Come on girl you've hardly had one drink. He's about seven foot three for starters.

Timothy John Evans:
What's it say Mr Christie?

John Reginald Christie:
Er, well you're in arrears on your payment for your furniture - I paid the man 10 shillings out of my own pocket - I don't want this house getting a name Tim!

"Christie Done It!"

Timothy Evans.