All language subtitles for The Hour s02e03.eng

Hector's been arrested and
accused of beating a girl.

You wouldn't believe what some
of these men get up to.

I didn't bloody do it, Laurie!
Why is this woman lying?!

What did she do to get
beaten like that?

Maybe just that.

Swear to me
you will never do that to me again.

You're telephoning to flaunt your
sad attempts to poach my staff.

Mr Madden is the best out there.

You'll ruin his career.

I thought Hector was
a friend of yours.

I will say whatever is needed
to preserve my position.

From now on, what you do with
your time is of no interest to me

and what I do is nothing
to do with you.

You don't love me. What?

You love your stupid Hour!

I wish you'd told me. Married?

And what would you have done?

Never underestimate how much I know
about your business practices.

Are you trying to blackmail me?

When it is you asking me
to look after your whore.

When Hector enquired how well I knew
Mr Brown I said, "Not at all."

Please don't make me lie
to you as well.

Dove or a swan?

Who did it?

JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS

Mr Lyon, what a wonderful surprise!

Mr Cilenti.

We are honoured that you join us
tonight.

Seems we're in good company.

I've seen four cabinet ministers
and Tommy Trinder

and it's barely ten o'clock.

Vous etes tres belle.
Qu'est-ce que vous faites avec lui?

Je suis sa femme.
How did you know I was French?

Two things define the greatness
of a country.

The beauty of their women,
the taste of their wine.

Are you meeting someone?

No. Simply curious.

Enjoy your evening.

My regards to Miss Rowley and to
Mr Madden. He's normally in by now.

He never learns.

You like oysters?
I'll send some over.

We have a new chef. Also French.

Charmante demoiselle.

Stop flirting.

Impossible.

Save me a glass.

RADIO: '..is the outstanding issue
of 1958,

'what to do about the hydrogen bomb?

'Can the nations effectively ban
all nuclear weapons,

'or must we hopelessly rush
towards destruction

'crying out that the East/West
arms race must go on?

'For, make no mistake, Great Britain
is in the biggest danger of all.

'Our cities wide open.

'My legislators hope that,
in the world peace efforts,

'something will turn up.

'Slowly, ordinary people are
realising that with bomber bases

'crowding this island, Britain is
nuclear target number one.'

Excuse me. You don't know me but I
think you may have met my colleague?

Miss Rowley? From The Hour?

This is probably not
the best place to talk.

Miss Delaine.
I don't see her here tonight.

I was actually hoping to speak
to her if I may.

She's not in tonight.

Might she be in tomorrow?

Miss Delaine has been
very badly hurt.

Does that not concern you?

What of Mr Cilenti, do you know what
he thinks about the attack?

None of my business.

I'm going to offer you a light.

I'm sorry, sir.

I'm not on tonight, but I'm sure
one of the girls can help you out.

I'm trying to find out more
about the man you work for.

You know how to find me
if you change your mind.

Mashed.

Mmm.

Roast for Sundays and Christmas,
chipped for schools and prisons,

mashed for every day.

Potatoes, parsley, butter
and, um, nail varnish.

Pearl swirl.

Yes, it gives a nice sheen
over the top.

This is television, Alistair,
not the village fete.

It doesn't matter what goes in,
it's how it looks under the lights.

Yes.

Oh, Alistair, you wicked man!

No, I will tell!

MARNIE LAUGHS

Oh, police report. Miss Delaine's
accusations against Hector.

How did you get hold of this?

Feminine guile.

Five bob and a pint. Well?

No-one's seen her.
She wasn't at the club last night.

Then, where the hell has she gone?
Why would she do this?

Page three, paragraph seven.
I've marked it.

"You wouldn't believe what
some of these important men

"get up to in their private time,

"not caring about the consequences".

It sounds like a threat.

It certainly backfired, no-one
at the club wants to talk about her

but I did speak to...

The dark girl.

Yes. She declined a conversation
but took my card.

Camille fared better.

A bottle of champagne
and several oysters

and she discovered that the cocktail
waitress was from Lyon.

In fact, the girls seem to be
largely French or Spanish.

If you want a set of artistic shots
taken, then Mr Hawtree is your man.

Did she get a number?

And an address.

She is good.

Ten minutes, ladies and gentlemen,
editorial conference in ten minutes.

Good morning, Mr Madden.

What news from Washington
about the terms?

The terms, Barnaby.
Yeah, the terms.

Bad line?

The line is fine, it's the stringer.
He's deaf as a post.

Had a chunk out of his head at
El Alamein.

Another bottle over there.

Thanks. I'll replace it.

Don't encourage him.

He hardly needs encouragement.

Yes, Macmillan might well be saying
that this is all to prevent a war

but we're putting our defence eggs
in the nuclear basket.

One is left feeling rather nervous.

Whatever happened to good
old-fashioned war?

Barnaby McDonald?

Barnaby, what I...Barnaby?

Damn. He's gone.

Unchanged, unhinged, and concerned
about the agreement

to house American weapons here.

If MacMillan is biting Eisenhower's
hand off somewhere above the elbow,

the rest is surely not far behind.

We may yet find ourselves grateful.

Grateful for what?

War. It narrows the aperture,
insists on focus.

We dwell on things
we cannot bear to leave undone.

Ah, will you be partaking of the
mince pies and jollity

this evening, Miss Storm?

No, Mr Brown,
bah, humbug is more my style,

although the children
are very sweet.

Indeed.

Do you think
Tommy Steele will be there?

Tommy Steele? No.

No, I imagine the calibre will be
more the Secretary of State

for Coal and Steel, but in either
case I promise to report in full.

Oh, Sissy, does Sey know anyone
who needs a flat to rent?

The Goldmans have given notice.

No. Why?

They say they want a garden but
really they're fed up

with having their window boxes
smashed.

It's quite clear what
Mr Pike is up to.

Driving out sitting tenants
through intimidation

so he can move in immigrants
and charge them whatever he likes

because he knows they've got
nowhere else to go.

One way to build a ghetto!

Right, everyone. End of term
meeting, let's get on.

Running order.

To lead, the Wolfenden Report,
or the Vice Report,

as the popular press
are now calling it,

had its first debate
in Parliament last week.

Mr Wengrow?

The Committee's major recommendation
that "homosexual acts between

consensual adults in private should
no longer be a criminal offence..."

Oh, darling, you shouldn't have.

"..it was rejected by the Government
with scarcely even a discussion."

After three years of deliberation
by the Committee,

the Government simply shut down
the matter in one afternoon.

Adultery, fornication, lesbianism...

..all are considered sins
but not crimes.

Male homosexuality, on the other
hand is considered both a sin

and a crime and will continue
to be prosecuted.

As discussed, it falls to us
to ask why.

No Home Secretary wants
to go down in history

as the man who legalised buggery.

Contributors?

No, no-one.

There must be someone.

You won't find anyone from the
Government coming out in defence.

An actual homosexual on The Hour,
that would be novel.

We broke new ground
with the fascist.

200 letters of complaint
on that alone.

So?

Let's do it.

My interview?

Let's decide when we have a
contributor, shall we, Mr Madden?

Good, great. Er, anything else?

Yes. I'd like to talk...

Er, well. No. Thank you,
ladies and gentlemen.

Run through is tomorrow at three.

Hello.

I wasn't going to come.

Erm, shut the door, Freddie.

I've not come to talk. I've not...

You're all right here.

I'm only here for Miss Delaine.

I haven't heard from her for a week.

Cleared everything from the flat,

dressing room, scraped off all
her make-up and...

Have you been to the police?

You don't know anything.

Happens all the time.

We had a girl from...
Didn't speak a lot of English.

Drank too much, made a scene in
front of the guests

one too many times, and...

KNOCK AT DOOR

Erm, sorry.

That was it, gone. We're all
dispensable and we all stay silent.

Excuse me.

Brilliant. Thanks, Hector(!)

What are you doing?

How the hell did you get this?

We all pay for information
at some point in our careers.

She was going to talk.

Marvellous. Of course, the testimony
of a showgirl, always bona fide.

Miss Delaine is missing.

Look, can't you just leave
well alone?

Aren't you even curious to know why
she did what she did to you?

Oh, for God's sake.

This is your idea, isn't it?
You've spurred her on.

And now you're pulling
Kiki's friends in?

Well, as a friend, she certainly
seemed worried for Miss Delaine.

Convenient, she's out of the way?

Well, she's hardly
good for business, is she?

I get the sense the management
of El Paradis feel the same.

Mr Cilenti is a businessman,

so don't let your imaginations
carry you away.

She'll be fine.

If she's got any sense at all,
after the lies she told,

she'll go home to her family
and her parents.

As far as I can tell,
she doesn't have a home,

just the club and her flat.

I was hoping to draw a line
under all this

for the sake of my professional
life, to say nothing of my marriage.

Hector.

What she did to you was appalling

but, please, this is simply not a
story we can afford to put down.

This is not a story!
Certainly not for The Hour.

Not yet. But it might be.

A vice business left to flourish,
the legitimisation

of a known criminal and a system
that allows it to happen.

Well, at least let me read
my own bloody police report.

What next?

Mr Hawtree?

He might know where she is.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Yes!

Some of the very best radio men I
ever knew often behaved as you do,

but then they never got
what you get.

What's that?

The peculiar adulation that attaches
to a recognisable face.

Who would have thought the medium
would produce stars?

It really is terribly...

Valuable. To any broadcaster
who wants to attract viewers.

Distracting. And disastrous to
someone of your disposition.

And what disposition is that?

It is not my primary consideration

whether or not you're going
to defect, Mr Madden.

Recent pressures may have
affected your focus,

but you remain a
first-rate journalist...

and you must decide
what's best for you.

Journalist?

I thought you considered me
a mere frontman.

No.

That, I think,
is what you consider yourself.

PHONE BUZZES

Hector Madden for you, sir.

Hello, Hector.

Laurie, look, I'm sorry to bring
this business up again,

but the woman, the one who
accused me, she's missing.

Missing? What do you mean?

I've no idea.
It's Miss Rowley's conclusion.

Mr Lyon's been looking into it.

No doubt he'll ferret out
what's happened to her.

It's left me exposed.

An officer has sold my team
the police report

and now they're asking questions.

What questions?

Well, perfectly good questions,
truth be told.

The sort of questions any good
journalist should be asking,

but the whole incident is throwing
the light on El Paradis

and its clientele and now they're
asking themselves, as am I,

if it wasn't me who attacked
the girl, who the hell was it?

Are you there?
Yes, yes of course.

Whatever my feelings for that woman,
I don't wish her any harm.

No, of course not.

Don't spare me the truth. Is there
anything I should be afraid of?

I hope not, Hector.

But as I explained to you before,

El Paradis, for all its allure,
has its price.

My officers have been watching
Mr Cilenti for some time.

He is not a man to be toyed with.

The extent of his influence
in criminal activity

should not be underestimated.

Leave it with me, and I advise you to
tell Mr Lyon to do the same

if he's got any sense.

Thanks, Laurie. As ever,
I knew I could count on you.

Now, tell me, are you going to break
away from the mundaneness

of your day and sneak out
for a drink this evening?

I have the invite here on my desk.

Along with a pile of dire paperwork
that needs to be signed.

You're not the only one whose
autograph is revered, Hector.

Well, I'll see you later.
Don't be late.

I plan to start as early as I can.
Bye.

Miss Rowley, Mr Kendall called

asking if you were going
this afternoon?

Thank you, Isaac.

Did you know Isaac was
writing a play?

I did.

Mr Mackie in drama has reported.

What's the verdict?

He said it was less kitchen sink,
more fitted carpet.

Pithy. That's good.

Yes, that's what I said.

Pithy is the bit you spit out.

Mr Kendall called. Whose move next?
Yours or the merry widower?

Not biting.

Damn Wolfenden. I've asked everyone!

The usual mavericks?

Everyone!

Um, I don't suppose you have a spare
pair of stockings I could borrow?

Yes. You're welcome to any
or all of these,

but don't blame me if they end up
rolling around your ankles.

I'm positively Amazonian
compared to you.

How do you work with that
looming over you?

We all work with that
looming over us,

or have you forgotten there's a dead
dog orbiting above our heads?

By this time next year,
every one of those countries

will be committed to
nuclear armament.

The repercussions will be
felt by all our children.

We don't have children.

No, but I have a strong inkling
that one day you might.

Enjoy the party.

Good afternoon, sir.

I'm sorry to disturb you,
I'm looking for a Mr Hawtree.

I'm Hawtree. Does that help?

You did a lovely job on this, sir,
if I may say so.

Oh, my goodness. I'm sure that's
nothing to do with me.

No, no, I work for the client, sir.
I'm here to pick up the next batch.

Usually he sends a coloured fellow.
Do I know you?

Well, to tell the truth, sir,

I'm actually not here on behalf
of the client.

I'm looking for one particular girl.

Police?

No, no, no. She's my girlfriend,
we fought.

I'm just trying to find her.

Her name's Kiki Delaine.

I don't suppose you've
photographed her recently?

Not recently, no. But I'm
more your portrait photographer.

Can I see her pictures?

I hope you're not the jealous sort.

These are very elegant.

Yes. Though he prefers them
less risque.

Who?

Mr Cilenti.

Red ticket 95.

Lucky lady.

Congratulations.

Well done.

Yellow ticket 83.

Hello.

Hello, Freddie.

Why do I never get asked to
give out prizes?

Better to collect them, I find.

Mmm. Now that is an exhilarating
team, of which you own 50%.

With eyes on the other half.

And we were having such a nice time!

He'd be advertising Brylcreem
in a week if he went to ITV.

Red ticket 112.

Ladies and gentlemen,
don't be shy.

Ah, Commander Stern.

Congratulations!

I am officially
one of life's losers.

Don't despair. I've spent the last
few years of my life

losing every tombola that my
daughter has dragged me to.

You've got children?

Singular. She's eight.

Delightful. Bel loves children!

Bill!

Jonathan.

I haven't seen you for so long...

He's obviously charming.

Very.

And a daughter?

Do you calculate in advance
how to make me look a fool,

or does inspiration strike you
in the moment?

Oh, deflection, Moneypenny.
Very, very revealing.

And I said, "Alistair, I'm not
going to serve fish roe

"masquerading as caviar
to a man with a CBE".

Darling! I thought I'd lost you.

Darling! Oh, excuse us.

You're drunk.

Sponsors. Advertisers. I was invited
here by ITV, the people I work for.

Now why don't you go and do your job
and let me go and do mine?

Hang on.

I have earned this, Hector.

I'm here in my own right.

Not as your mannequin to be unveiled
and put away at will.

Don't you dare spoil this for me.

Oh, aren't you pretty today!

What's your name?

Angela. Angela.

I stole it.

Yes.

Returned now.

Thank you.

It is odd,

when we've known one another
as long as you and I have...

Don't particularly want to...

It's a conversation.
It's simply a conversation.

The past...

Festers if it's never spoken of.

You see, I have lied to you...

..in a way. Not lied, but...

..there's a form of deceit
in my return.

Please...

Have you ever looked for her?

I'm going now.

Because I have.

I do not want to talk...

I do. There are practicalities.
I don't have her birth certificate.

I presume you registered
her in Spain.

So I started in Granada, then I
moved to Madrid. There's a...

Barcelona.

I registered her in Barcelona.
After...

After that I took her to Paris.

Right. Do you still have it?

It would be a help to see it.

We did what we had to do.

Civil war is no place for...

After you left, what was
I going to do with a baby?

Return to England,
an unmarried woman with a child?

I did what I had to.
I live with it.

Do you ever wake up at four o'clock
in the morning

and wonder if she thinks of us?

Wonder what her life was? I do!

That's what I live with.

And it suddenly occurred to me
I don't have to,

so I am looking for her.

And I am asking you if you wish
to look for her too.

And if you don't,

the least you could do,
if you have the birth certificate...

DOOR SLAMS

She'll make a wonderful mother.

Won't she?

Just not with me.

Oh!

I bet you all look wonderful!

Miss Rowley and Mr Lyon seem
to be enjoying themselves.

They're still preoccupied
with that bloody girl.

I had to pull quite a few strings
to get you off that sticky wicket.

It seems wholly unnecessary
to open it all up again.

You know, the wonderful element
to news is, as important

as it is in the moment, it's just
another story by the next day.

Interest always wanes.

Ease off the whisky, eh?

You never learn.

There were more.

When did he last see her?

Not recently.

This isn't a call girl,
this is a girl keen to move up.

We're dealing with a gangster
who could still hurt her.

If you knew she had more to say
you wouldn't want her running around

town bad mouthing those she once
worked for, would you?

I'm going to show it to Miss
Ramirez. See if it prompts anything.

This seems a very serious
conversation for a Christmas party.

I thought it was
an opportunity to, erm,

show the caring side of us all.

Yes. Hector tells me you're still

looking into that business
with Miss Delaine.

It's rather a murky world.

It's probably best left to
the police.

Best for whom?

I'm sure Commander Stern imagined
he was at a party.

No, no, I don't mind being
candid with you, Mr Lyon.

Vice is the greatest challenge

facing the Metropolitan Police
today.

Our progress is somewhat
disheartening, but...

What do you know about El Paradis
and its proprietor?

Raphael Cilenti is very charming,
very successful and very discreet.

He undoubtedly has a chequered past

but he's not engaged in anything
criminal at the moment. Excuse me.

Mr Stern. One more thing,
and then I promise you can relax.

What's your position on Wolfenden?

Well, I happen to agree
very strongly

with the Government's stance.

Homosexuality is, of course,
a crime.

Vice is not something
that can go unpunished.

It would be very useful to have
your perspective on the programme.

If a man of your standing could
speak out with the passion

you've just displayed, Mr Stern.

Appeal to my vanity?

You'd be surprised how
often it works.

Wouldn't have to wear make-up,
would I?

You'd be fine just as you are.

Why not?

Oh, you won!

Yes.

Lucky ticket.

Wonderful to see the children
enjoying themselves.

Hector. Good to see you.

"The great pity with London is that,
with all its vivid flavours,

"a man like Mr Madden can be
so easily led astray".

Yes, don't quite follow you.

Rather think you're on a frolic
of your own there.

Don't mock me, Angus.
And don't feign ignorance.

No, I assure you I never feign.
My ignorance is 100% genuine.

I read the police report.
You sold me down the river.

Would you excuse me
just for a moment?

I merely declined to become
involved in a mess

that had nothing to do with me.

We must all take responsibility
for our actions, Hector.

Oh, must we? And what were you doing
that night, McCain, hmm?

Haven't you heard the Government
rejected Wolfenden?

So if there's anyone
the police might be taking

an interest in for that night,
it was you.

Diabolical, Hector. Diabolical.

We're planning to discuss the
subject on the programme tomorrow.

Would you oblige?

The Government wants to keep
the status quo but I wonder

whether you might have an
alternate view.

You are drunk.
And you're a bloody hypocrite!

Now, when I walk, I want you
to walk with me.

Come on. Come on!

Splendid.

Leave it, just leave it off.

You leaving?

Delightful though it was.

Are you really leading
with Wolfenden?

How did you know that?

From hearing phrases like "sexual
intercourse" and "buggery"

coming from your general direction.

I know a chap who's been
instrumental in campaigning

for civil rights for homosexuals.

I could give you his details.

But if it's such a good contact why
don't you use it yourself?

Do you want it or not?

Think of it as payback.

If we do get Mr Madden.

His contract's not up yet.
And after his display tonight...

He'll sleep it off.

Well, thank you.
For that act of self-sabotage.

I don't see it as that.

You see, I believe that journalists
who share their contacts

are ultimately rewarded.

I think I'd like to call
in my reward now.

If that's all right with you?

You need some coffee.
Laurie, would you be so kind?

Yes, of course. Come on.

Let's get you to bed.

Come on, sailor.

You're a good pal, Laurie.

Yeah, yeah.

You are.

Someone will be a very lucky woman
when she reels you in.

Yes, well, I think that might
be a matter of opinion.

No, I won't hear that!

You always lacked confidence
with women.

It's always the same.

Those God-awful brothels in Italy.

Oh, I should never have
left the army.

Don't be ridiculous.

If I'd had even the first idea what
it was like on civvy street...

I'd give anything to go back.
So would you, admit it.

Well, there is no going back,
there's only forwards.

Urgh!

You need to get yourself a girl.

You got a girl, Lieutenant?

Never know with you, you keep it all
so closed up. Locked.

Yeah, well, you're drunk.

Love. You ever loved?

Yeah. Once.

Did she love you back?

No, I think not.

But you can't let her go?

No.

That's it.

Locked.

Those girls in Trieste.

Do you remember?

Benedetta...Juliana...

Come on. Lie on your side.

Evyleena. No, it wasn't Evyleena.

Go to sleep!

What was her name? Juliana,
Benedetta, Eva...

Emeline.

I'm so lost, Laurie.

I'm so bloody lost.

Go to sleep.

Thank you.

He is better than this.

Hmm, he'll be fine in the morning.

Coffee?

Better not.

Duty calls.

Something like that.

Miss Ramirez.

I've got a two minute change.
What do you want?

I don't know when it was taken
but she obviously had ambitions.

Is there anywhere she could be?

Miss Ramirez, she could be dead.

She's here.

She's more than fine.

You might catch her
if you're quick enough.

She's wearing very nice mink.

JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS

Miss Delaine!

Mr Lyon. This is a nice club.

You're very welcome here
but I ask all my clientele, please,

leave your work elsewhere.

Sorry, but my work is everywhere
but elsewhere.

This is neither the time nor the
place. Goodnight for now, Mr Lyon.

But do become a frequent visitor.

I encourage you to make
yourself at home.

Though a word of advice to you
and your friends at The Hour.

Drink my champagne, eat my oysters...

Hey! Here!

..but don't think for a moment
you won't pay.

Come on.

Sir, madam, very nice to meet you.

You're looking extremely well.

Very well, thank you.

OK? Thanks. Goodnight.

Ready? Yeah. Great.

Can you follow that car, please?

Um, can you take me to, er,
Notting Hill now, please?

KNOCK AT DOOR

Bel. Oh, sorry.

No. Come in.

No, um, I don't want to disturb you.
I was just looking for Freddie.

I don't know where he is.
I thought he was with you.

Um, no. Um, sorry. I'll go.

No. No, really.
Please, come in.

Brandy?

It's very nice.

Are you enjoying it? Casino Royale?

It's ridiculous,
I can't understand any of it.

Really? I think it's one of his best.

I hate it.
Horrible, horrible, horrible.

And so pointless.

I think that's the point.

DOOR SLAMS

Hello?

Freddie.

Where have you been?

Er, been at El Paradis.

And? What are you doing here?

I, er, I didn't want to be alone.
I think someone's been in my flat.

It's from Cilenti.

How do you know?

I just do.

I found her.

Miss Delaine. She's alive?

Very much so.

Well, tell me. Tell all.

You're shivering.
I'm fine, go on.

Well, I followed her to
a townhouse in Mayfair.

I didn't wake you up. No.

You smell of, um...

You bought it for me.

Nearly finished the bottle.

You staying?

Erm, no.

No, not tonight. I just wanted to
make sure you were safe and sound.

Always.

Oh!

Merry Christmas.

Oh, I love it.

Really?

Come and lie with me.

All right.

Freddie.

Here.

Plenty of time to find
another tenant.

Please reconsider.

It's not worth it, Freddie,
not at our age.

We're joining the migration north.

Where to?

Colindale.

It's deserted.
Absolutely nothing there.

We can't give in to intimidation,
Mrs Goldman. Please, take this back.

Come on. We can't let them win.

I'm sorry, Freddie.

DOOR CLOSES

Had some upsetting news, Mr Lyon?

I think you know my wife, Mr Pike.
She'd like an apology.

What for, Mr Lyon?

I haven't laid a finger on her,
certain I'd remember if I had.

You paid Trevor to assault her.

Yeah, I wouldn't believe
a boy like that.

Well, we're not going anywhere.

He who resists change...

I was born here!

There's no such thing as birthright
any more, Mr Lyon.

You should know that.

No, not at all
the place it once was.

The one of your memory, Mr Lyon,
that's long gone.

Mrs Hassan, the money?

Thanks, Peter.

I heard there was a scene.

Oh, no, no, nothing like that.

It was enough.

Mr Lyon will anchor this evening's
programme on his own.

Are we agreed?

Won't viewers be surprised
if Mr Madden is completely removed?

Like it or not,

he is one of the main reasons
that people watch The Hour.

It's a debate.

We need sharpness of mind.

That does not go hand in hand
with dehydration,

nausea and waves of self-loathing.

And Hector?

He should be shunted
into the sidelines until...

Until?

Contracts are up at the start
of the new year.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Miss Delaine...

Miss Delaine!

Stop banging!
Go away or I'll call the police.

What for? This time?

Come on, Miss Delaine.

Just five minutes. Please.

Miss Delaine.

If Mr Madden didn't hurt you, why
did you tell the police that he did?

Oh, it's done now, isn't it?
And I can't take it back.

He's all right. I watch
his wife on the TV.

I hate cooking, but she's beautiful.

Is he your boyfriend?

The man at the club?

They all think they're my boyfriend.

Oh, you're someone's.

It's a pretty powerful clientele
at El Paradis.

Mr Cilenti's all about people.

I'm going out in a minute.

Do you know how worried
Miss Ramirez was about you?

Well, she can see I'm all right now.

Yes.

Yes, you are.

You're better looking in real life.

I'm here to help.

No, you're not.

You're here for some story,
for your programme.

I don't really watch the news
but I've seen you.

You're going round investigating me.

But I could say you'd done something
to me this second if I wanted.

And why would you do that?

Anyone can say anything, can't they?

There's value in an important
man like yourself, a famous face.

Value for who?

You're asking stupid questions
and I can set you straight in one.

You do what you have to
do in this world.

You make your move
and you get where you wanna go.

Even if you have to take
a beating along the way?

He hurt me that day,
but it all healed up.

Look, can't see nothing.

Who? Who hurt you?

You think I'm stupid. But I'm not.

Really I'm not.

Look where I am.

Why would I betray him for the sake
of giving something to you?

That's very pretty.

Present.

Really?

They look very much in love.

Can you go now, please?

I want you to go.

Glad to see you walking
straight today.

Just about.

Hello.

Well, well.
This is suitably glamorous.

In here please, Mr Grey.

Who's that? An actor?

Peter Grey. Co-founder of the League
for Homosexual Law Reform.

A homosexual?

Yes, Mr Wengrow. Remarkable.
Looks just like you or I.

On the programme?

Mr Wengrow, if we were making
a programme about birds,

who would we contact?

The Royal Society for the Protection
of... Birds, exactly.

But we would not go on to assume
that the spokesman they sent us

was themselves feathered
with a beak.

Hector in?

On time, for once.

Um, Sophie, could you...?

Thank you.

How to get revenge
against a man who beat you.

Accuse his best friend.

What's this? Shakespeare?

Don't tell me you're complicit.
You can't be.

Otherwise he wouldn't have let you
sit in that cell for so long.

What are you talking about?

I have just been with Miss Delaine.

She is being kept in some style.

Who might that be by?

I don't know what
you are talking about.

Think about it. You know the man. I
want you to be honest with yourself.

A powerful man.

A man with contacts.

A man with influence.
A man who would use that influence.

No. I won't hear it.
Commander...

Laurie would never...
He would. He has.

The prize he won, remember?

That bloody horrendous ornament,

now in pride of place on
Miss Delaine's mantelpiece, Hector.

How?

KNOCK AT DOOR

15 minutes to air, everyone.

What do you want from me, Freddie?

Mr Stern is having an intimate
relationship with a woman

who as good as belongs to
Mr Cilenti, which can only

mean your friend must be turning
a blind eye to the man's misdeeds.

Must be?

It's organised crime, Hector.

Police corruption.

Cilenti's got a leading
Police Commander in his pocket.

On what evidence?

Oh!

He's a hero in your eyes
so you don't want to believe it.

You know it's true.

A man errs.

A man errs so badly,

it's quite impossible to square it
with the man you knew before.

But stupidity, reckless stupidity...

No!

How do you know?

He helped me.
I could have gone to prison.

He helped you to help himself.

I'm sorry, Hector, but it's true.
You know it's true.

Everything all right?

Yes.

So, Mr Lyon, I'd like you to
lead with Wolfenden.

Pick up NATO

and, Mr Madden, you can have the
Home Secretary round up of the year.

Perhaps it's for the best.

Debating the rights and wrongs
of a permissive society?

How can one trust him?

How can one trust
anything he says now?

We can't have him on the programme.

We can and we will.

Fine, but I interview him.

Sorry.

Hector should present Wolfenden.

What?

You'll have to trust me.

It's 12 minutes to air, Freddie.
A live debate.

Even if I didn't trust you,
Randall would never allow it.

He wants Hector out.

But you don't. So defy Randall.

Is he half-cut?

No. He won't let us down.

Isaac, I need you to find
the landlord of this address.

Who pays the rent?
Whether it's a freehold?

Soon as possible, please. Thank you.

Er, Randall.

I, um, I thought of translating
it for you,

then I seem to
remember your Spanish is pretty...

Appalling.

I'll muddle through.

Hmm. Let me know. I'd like to know.

Thank you.

Places, please.

All right?

Thank you.

What's going on?

Mr Madden is presenting Wolfenden.

I specifically said...

Mr Lyon is insistent.
You are overruled.

Which is my privilege as producer
from time to time, is it not?

Why is Mr Lyon throwing him
a lifeline?

I don't know, but let's give him
the benefit of the doubt, shall we?

Overruled I am.

Standby, everyone.
We're live in 20.

Cue grams.

Mr Madden has rather a green pallor
tonight, wouldn't you say?

Five...

Four...

Three...

Two...

One...

Good evening,
and welcome to The Hour,

the most important 60 minutes
in your week.

This week, the Government has
rejected the recommendations

of the Wolfenden Committee
that acts of homosexuality

between men no longer be considered
a criminal offence.

We ask is this something that the
Government should have done?

Joining us for a debate in the
studio we have Mr Peter Grey,

the co-founder of the
newly established

Homosexual Law Reform League.

Opposing him, is the man charged
with keeping our capital city free

from the scourge of vice.

Commander Laurence Stern
of the Metropolitan Police.

Good evening, Commander.

Good evening.

Mr Grey, your organisation
must be disappointed

that the Government has refused
to relax the law.

The current law ruins lives.

You see, most arrests are got
through blackmail.

One person threatens to report
another for homosexual activities,

but rather than going after the
blackmailer, the police

invariably pursue the man who has
done nothing more than engage

in an act in private, which
causes no other person harm.

Well, society is harmed.

Homosexuality is a crime
with no victim, Mr Stern.

It's blackmail that destroys lives.

Acts of unnatural vice are never
victimless, Mr Grey.

Indeed. But what of these people
who live in fear of being accused,

Mr Stern?

What do you imagine life
is like for them?

Well, the morality of this
is black and white.

The law cannot be altered to
accommodate perversions.

That way abuse lies.

Abuse? Perversions?

Who is it that defines
what these things are?

Parliament. That's what
we're here to discuss.

Where the hell's he going with this?
I don't know.

..police officers have a
great deal of discretion

as to which perversions they pursue?

Well, our officers do exercise
a great deal of discretion, yes.

But, in fact, it's notorious
in the police force.

This particular offence is
seen as an easy target.

One for the arrest record.

Yes, well, I have never seen
evidence of that procedure.

Well, we have the evidence right
here in the Wolfenden Report.

Past five years have seen a surge
in arrests for homosexual offences.

Arguably a purge.

Well, there has been progress, yes.

But the police has not enjoyed
similar success

with other kinds of vice.

Can you offer an explanation
for that, Mr Stern?

Well, as you know, the Government is
currently considering legislation

to take prostitutes off our streets,

so obviously that will have
a major effect on vice numbers.

Surely a tip of the iceberg?

While vice is allowed
to continue underground,

with call girls and club girls,
and young women vulnerable to

the sexual whims and abuse of men.

What's being done to police
that crime?

I mean, how is it that the police...

Pull back on camera one,
pull back on Mr Madden.

Um, there's something
not right here.

No! He's never been so good.

Tighter, go tighter
on Commander Stern!

Tighter on camera two.

Which would you consider
the greater crime, Mr Stern?

The abuse of women within the vice
industry or the private acts

that take place
between consenting men?

We all have our weaknesses,
Mr Madden.

Most of us manage to keep them
within the boundaries of the law.

And if that fails?

Could you contain yourself?

It is not our failure that
reveals us, Mr Madden.

It is the manner in which
we pick ourselves up.

Thank you.

And now we go to Frederick Lyon,

with news on the aftermath
of the NATO summit.

The Prime Minister has made
no secret of his enthusiasm

for Mr Eisenhower's deal to house
American missiles on British bases,

but at what cost to the nation?

Down the line now from Washington,

our correspondent
Mr Barnaby McDonald.

Good evening, Barnaby.

Thank you very much,
ladies and gentlemen,

and a happy Christmas.

Hector. Mr Lang?

I got you a name for the landlord
of that flat. Thank you.

It's owned by a Mr Pike.
A Mr Norman Pike.

Find out what else he owns, please.
Quick as you can.

BRASS BAND PLAYS "God Rest Ye
Merry Gentlemen"

Those whose contract is up
and may be thinking of asking

for an increase in salary
should tread carefully.

Nothing like an annual review to
kick-start the year, Mr Madden.

It's organised crime.
Systematic organised crime.

Greased by a deep level
of police collusion.

You're talking about a man who will
ruin both of us.

Your entire team, if he has to.

I can't betray him.

He's a corrupt officer
whose handiwork

almost cost you your career.

Cilenti conceivably
could have information

on half the men in London.

What has happened at Downing Street
in the last few days

could well bring
down the Government.

Can't you just be pleased?

Must you always be the one
to get the scoop, Freddie?

You didn't come because you
were worried about Miss Delaine.

I suspect you were also
worried for yourself.

Get out while you can, Kiki.
You can get free from all of this.

They've found her.
What?

My contacts, they
think they've found her.

Why do you think I work
every night late,

trying to deliver the most
truthful perspective I can?

Because it's easier than to be here.

I love you.

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