Right, yes, I'm sorry. It's a sleeping tablet on prescription.
I suppose I developed something of an addiction.
Mandrax is commonly known to the police
as "Disco biscuits", is that right?
- I don't know. - Disco biscuits?
Discotheque, M'lud, is a dance hall,
and biscuits is a euphemism for hard drugs.
I was taken ill. It wasn't...
I was diagnosed with emphysema.
I really am very sorry to hear that.
-谢谢 -这病能致命 对吗
- Thank you. - It's fatal, isn't it?
Which is why I wanted to confess, now, at the end.
That's very kind of you.
M'lud, I'm grateful for my colleague's sympathy...
I'm just wondering, now that you live in California,
outside the National Health Service,
was that your reason for signing this?
It's your contract with the Sunday Telegraph -
do you recognise it?
I withdraw that question.
Of course you recognise it, you've signed it.
It confirms that when this trial is over,
it will publish your side of the story for the amount of £25,000.
Is that correct?
-两万五千英镑 对吗 -对
- £25,000. Yes... - Yes.
Unless Mr Thorpe is found guilty,
in which case they will double the amount and pay you £50,000.
- Is that correct? - Yes.
So, if you can stand in this court
and make my client appear guilty,
then, in the popular language of Mr Hughie Green,
你会得到双倍的钱 对吗 先生
you win double the money. Is that correct, sir?
- Yes. - No more questions.
Oh, my God, Norman!
They're tearing people apart in that courtroom.
Just think what they're going to say about you.
Colony Room. Muriel. Francis bloody Bacon!
What the hell are you going to do?
Shall we go out and get drunk?
Norman! Mr Scott!
不 我真的不行 拜托
No, I can't really... Please, I can't.
They're calling you a liar.
Saying you made up the whole thing.
Brave heart, darling.
这些人 他们上过伊顿 哈罗和牛津
These men, they went to Eton and Harrow and Oxford.
I went to a secondary modern in Bexleyheath.
They're going to destroy me.
Take the Bible in your right hand.
So, having arrived in the bedroom,
I would be grateful if you could take us through
the exact order of events. What happened next?
..Got into bed with me...
..And he had a jar...
of something. It's not nice to talk about.
- But could you identify it for the court? - Vaseline.
What was the purpose of this Vaseline?
It was to lubricate...
So he put the...
substance on his penis...
turned me over and...
- made love to me. - And what was your reaction?
I thought I was being sawn in half.
So what did you do?
The only thing I could do. I bit the pillow.
Silence in court! I must insist!
Mr Scott, good morning.
- Good morning. - Can I ask,
are you taking any medication at the moment?
-怎么了 -回答我 你在服用吗
- Why? - Just answer the question. Are you taking any medication?
- No. - But you have been in the past.
Yes. I had a number of...emotional difficulties.
but they're all behind me now.
Does this explain why you have previously
claimed that your parents died in a plane crash in the Amazon?
- No. - You also said
that you were the son of the 4th Earl of Eldon.
- No, I'm not. - Then why did you say it?
Was it some form of delusion?
- No. - Then what made you say it?
Well, let's be honest,
it was just a lie, wasn't it?
Don't you think a lie is a very wicked thing?
- Oh, I've done lots of wicked things. - Does that include today?
No, because I've stopped doing wicked things,
ever since that wretched man, Thorpe, tried to kill me.
If he has done one good thing in this world,
- he has brought me to my senses. - Mr Scott,
I want to ask about what I suspect.
Are a number of discrepancies in your statements
concerning your night at Ursula Thorpe's house.
To the police in December 1962, you said,
"I am almost certain that his penis did not go into my anus,"
but now you are claiming that penetration did take place
to the extent that you bit the pillow.
Well, that's easy.
I didn't mention it in 1962 because buggery was illegal then.
I would have been arrested and so would he!
Jeremy Thorpe lives on a knife-edge of danger.
Isn't this more a case of,
"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"?
Well, it would be, yes,
except for one vital fact, I am not a woman.
He is good, Jez. Watch out.
You could have warned me that Norman Scott is so fucking clever!
Moving on. I'd like to ask you about the time
you went to the House of Commons
with your then partner, Mrs Parry Jones.
A relationship which sadly ended in the poor lady's suicide.
Did you not go there hellbent on destroying Mr Thorpe?
All I wanted was my National Insurance card.
You went all the way to David Steel
for a National Insurance card?
National Insurance is my lifeblood!
Then, tell me, if you're so cruelly deprived
of your National Insurance card, what's your source of income?
Well, at the moment, it's this.
I'm getting money off TV stations for interviews.