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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:

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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.

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