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'Good luck, everyone.'

OVERLAPPING CHATTER

OK. Huw.

In your own time.

A few moments ago,

Buckingham Palace announced the death

of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II.

Mm-hm. Yeah?

Oh, no, no, I wa... I wanna meet you, Alex.

We're just back on shitty lockdown, aren't we?

LAUGHS

Piss off. I'm not. I'm not a goody two-shoes. I'm not.

It's just... I'm just saying, like...

TV: 'Tonight at ten...' Yeah.

Uh-huh.

MICK: Didn't have any of this lockdown bollocks with Spanish flu.

CERYS: I'm not being funny, but didn't that kill loads of people?

Only about 50 to 100 million.

Who were you talking to, cariad?

Er, j... Er, just someone from college who fancies me.

We're gonna meet tomorrow.

What's her name? Her name?

Mm. Alex.

Well, don't forget to bring that Alex a bone for her guide dog.

Oh, Mick! You're so funny, Mick. I'm dead (!)

Come on, you're gonna be late.

Thanks, love. I'll see you in the morning.

Not if I see you first.

DOOR SHUTS

He doesn't mean anything by it.

Oh, you keep telling yourself that, Mam.

Keep telling yourself that.

ALEX: Look, I know what you're thinking.

I don't look like my photos.

All right, so I might have used a filter.

Oh, there's no filter that good.

All right! Don't bite my head off, like.

At least I'm fucking legal. You're, what, 15... 16?

Piss off, 16! I'm nearly 18.

You don't look it.

And you don't look like Ryan Gosling.

You know what? I should probably get going. Yeah, suit yourself.

But just so you know, I'm not a loser.

Did I say that?

Nah, cos losers don't get presents like this. Yeah?

Or these bad boys.

Mm. I'm buzzing for you.

And losers don't have famous people giving 'em a load of cash.

So you're friends with someone famous?

More like his porn dealer.

Look at your face!

Talk about Little Miss Innocent!

Famous?

How famous?

"On the telly every night" famous.

I ain't lying.

Prove it.

EXHALES SHARPLY

Mm-hm.

CAMERA SNAPS

HUW: Anyway, I'm thinking of getting into cycling,

picking up a new fitness regime.

What do you reckon? ANGELICA: May as well, yeah.

Hello. Hi.

Hi, hi.

More of your groupies.

Maybe we should start calling them "Huw-pies".

I don't have groupies, or any deviation thereof.

Admirers, then, including some in very high places.

Oh, don't believe everything you hear, Angelica.

Does that include the rumour you're in the seat

when old Queenie pops her Jimmy Choos?

Hey, keep your voice down.

I don't think they heard you in Manchester there!

Operation London Bridge is the worst-kept secret in telly.

Nah. Nothing's been decided.

And truth be told, I'm not everyone's first -

or even tenth - choice.

"Everyone" being...?

Certain individuals who think that having depression means

you're just one bad day away from going full Christine Chubbuck

and other certain individuals who think that my accent

is a slippery slope towards a Scouse -

or even, God forbid,

a Brummie voice of the nation.

Paranoid much?

It's not paranoia if everyone really does hate you, is it?

SHE LAUGHS

PHONE BUZZES Huh!

Thought you'd gone to bed.

Nah, just doing some college stuff.

How'd your date go?

Oh, erm...

I don't know. She wasn't really my type.

Had a working brain cell, did she?

Argh! MESSAGE ALERT

Oh!

That's 60 seconds, Huw. Thank you.

Now, to remember, everyone,

"Nation shall speak peace unto nation."

And if you could make me look good as well, then so much the better.

Just gonna...

What are you doing? I wanna watch the news.

Why? It's a load of bollocks.

So why do you watch it, then?

Because I'm smart enough to know it is a load of bollocks.

Oh, will you let him watch the flippin' news?

Ah! Get brainwashed.

Oh, you like that Huw Edwards anyway.

Oh, yeah. He's lush, he is.

Yeah, he's all right. MESSAGE ALERT

Seems like a solid...

Oi! I thought you wanted to watch the bloody news.

Oh.

'Good evening.

'Tonight at ten, more people were made redundant

'in the three months to October this year

'than at any comparable period.

'The hospitality industry is especially badly affected.

'In the US, six weeks after the election of Joe Biden...'

ALEX: 'I've got 12 vids... if you want them.'

HUW: 'Couldn't play the last batch, but the others were amazing.'

'If you like them, you'll love these.'

HUW ON TV: 'The end of the national silence

'and the beginning of the funeral service.'

Oh, poor woman.

Standing there all by her lonesome.

MICK: Maybe she dropped one. Oh, have some respect.

She's the bloody Queen.

Your Queen, not mine. God, you're chopsy today.

It's still sad.

'..in his resting place in the Royal Vault.'

But she's got a lovely big palace and roast swan to cheer her up.

Oh, stop it!

'Her Majesty the Queen will be...'

You're quiet, love. Makes a change.

Well, it's like you say.

It's dead sad. Oh, not you an' all!

Why not hang a fucking Union Jack

out the front of the house and be done?

'..Prince Edward and their families.'

RYAN: 'How was your day?'

HUW: 'Busy.'

'Yeah, I saw. You were brill, by the way.'

'Flattery will get you everywhere.'

'Are you OK to go on video?'

What's the problem?

I'm just a bit down, that's all.

When I was watching the Queen earlier, like, she looked so...

...erm, like, lonely and, like, trapped.

"Like" trapped? Sorry.

I guess that's how I feel sometimes.

Except I live in Butetown, and there's no fucking roast swan.

If it's any consolation, I grew up in Llangennech.

Oh, yeah? Huh. Never heard of it.

No, nobody has. It's the arse end of nowhere.

Were you also into guys then?

That's ancient history.

So... that's a no?

Not exactly. Er, it was, erm...

Well, it was a more complicated time, yeah.

Huh. And now?

And now I just try to remember that there's a...

a bigger picture to consider.

Right. So you're not ashamed or anything, no?

No, it's got nothing to do with shame, Ryan.

The stakes are just higher for me than they are for you, you know?

I tell you one thing for a fact, though.

If I was your age now, I wouldn't be hiding away.

Well, that's cos you don't live in my estate.

Yeah, everyone around here thinks that...

I don't know.

They think that...

homosexuals are taking over the world.

Reckon they're even worse than the English.

Mm. They remind me of my father, may he rest in peace,

especially when it comes to the Saeson.

What about gays?

Well, we never had that conversation.

What I mean to say is it never arose as a topic.

But what if it had?

Ah, I really don't know.

I think I was already an embarrassment to him.

What?! He said you were an embarrassment? There's no way.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Huw the academic failure, that was me.

Oh, I'm really enjoying dredging all this shit up, by the way (!)

It's very fucking cathartic.

I just thought we were having a moment.

Sorry.

I can tell you're angry. I can see it.

No, I'm not angry.

But there have to be boundaries between us, lines of demarcation.

Do you understand?

Yeah. Yeah, no, I... Yeah, sorry, I understand.

So, erm...

What would you like to talk about instead, Huw?

Nothing.

Why don't you show me something instead?

Slowly.

Slowly, baby.

Slowly.

HUW INHALES, EXHALES DEEPLY

PHONE BUZZES

Oh! Oh.

PANTING

CAMERA SNAPS

PHONE BUZZES

'Don't you worry about people saying stuff?'

What stuff?

'Gay stuff?' No, I'm too important for that now.

'And if they found out about us?'

They won't. 'But what if?'

The media would eat me alive, and my career would be destroyed.

'Shit.'

But that won't happen, baby. As long as you always listen to me.

SNIFFS UNDER BREATH: Oh, Ryan!

DOOR OPENS MICK: Back already?

Workshy little bugger.

Let me guess, puncture?

Or is the whole of Cardiff on a hunger strike?

Did something to my leg.

And the other one's got fucking bells on it.

Right, I'm gonna have a bath, OK? Soak it off, like.

Not before me, you're bloody not. Mam?

Don't look at her.

You start paying a few bills round here,

then maybe you can have first fucking dip.

Right, that shit's really starting to do my head in now.

You've got three brand-new pairs of trainers in your wardrobe.

Three.

£100 a pop, according to the internet.

Are you dealing?

What? Drugs.

Ganja, cocaine, smack.

Oh, my God! You think I'm a heroin dealer now, huh?

Don't you bloody laugh at me.

You've barely done a day's work this month.

Whoa! Look who's channelling Mick now.

I want the truth, Ryan, I mean it.

OK.

Well, if you must know, it's...

The trainers... they're fakes.

Fakes? Yes, yes, they're fakes.

They're dupes. You know, knock-offs.

I just sell them on as the real deal.

But isn't that illegal?

Only if you get caught. I have raised you better than that.

Oh, here we go. Excuse me!

While you are living under this roof, you will respect my rules.

Then how about you respect my privacy, then, Mam?

Like, fuck off. I'm 18, I'm not a kid any more!

She thinks I'm selling fake gear.

HUW: Good. Keep it that way.

And maybe go easy on the shopping sprees.

You're not fucking Imelda Marcos.

Who? Don't worry.

It's a generational thing.

Ah. Well, this place is doing my head in.

I need to get away for a few days.

Honestly, it's like I can't breathe sometimes.

Where would you go?

Er... Haven't got a Scooby. A Scooby?

A Scooby Doo, clue?

It's a generation thing.

No, but, seriously, all I know is anywhere is better than here.

Oh, it sounds like you just need a change of scenery.

Uh-huh. Try a life transplant.

Ah, the grass isn't always greener.

Yeah, but it might be less fucking... naggy and nosy.

Any suggestions? Leave it with me, baby.

Seriously? Yeah.

A happy Ryan equals a happy Huw.

CHUCKLES

Ah!

LAUGHS

Oh, it's amazing.

You know, I've only, like, stayed in a hotel, like... "Like."

Oh. RYAN CHUCKLES

Well, I've only stayed in a hotel twice in my life,

and I've never even had my own room.

Mm!

Oh, it was dead funny at reception, right?

I never actually thought that you'd book it under your real name.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I should have told you that.

Yeah. Well, I ended up saying you were my uncle.

I prefer Daddy, if it's all the same.

Erm...

Well, anyway, let me, er... let me show you the room.

So... Oh, look at this. How classy is that?

Can you see that? Wow.

I never knew Cardiff could look so beautiful.

Oh! And then, over here...

Mm. Yes, please!

Ryan's very own minibar. Can you see those? Can you see?

And then let me show you the bathroom. So...

Oh, before that, these slides here?

I'm definitely gonna pinch those slides when I leave.

And here, the big reveal.

Do not get me started on this bathroom. It's massive.

And, look, I've got, look, six - yes, six - towels.

Coming! I'm just on a work call.

I've been called to supper. Send me a vid instead.

OK, Mr Supper. Ah!

POSH ACCENT: "You, darling, come hither for your supper."

It's just a word. Yeah, for rich people.

I mean, in our house, we just have plain old tea.

Well, for your information,

my upbringing wasn't exactly well-to-do.

Yeah, but look at you now. You're... famous.

You know? Living the dream.

Oh, is that so? Cos you know me so well (?)

Whoa, why are you being like this? I'm only messing around with you.

Let's get one thing straight.

Unlike you, everything I have, I've earnt.

And that includes respect.

I weren't being disrespectful, I was...

Huw...

Huw, please talk to me.

Or at least...

...tell me how I can make it up to you.

Earn your keep and know your fucking place.

Huh. EXHALES SHARPLY

TAPPING ON KEYBOARD

ALEX: 'Naughty pics and vids. Unsure if you'd like.'

HUW: 'Go on.'

'Young.'

'Go on.'

KNOCK ON DOOR

All right, pet! Did someone say party?

Get off me, Sash! THEY LAUGH

AMBIENT ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYS

Mm! We've drunk everything.

So? I'll just... order more.

Ooh! Flex!

Oh, can we get something to eat as well? Uh-huh.

I am starved, me.

Yeah, you can have whatever you want, Sash.

He's the one paying.

Oh, please. Please, please, please, please tell me his name.

For the thousandth time, I'm not allowed. Go on!

No, no, no, I'm not allowed. That's the deal.

Whatevs. You're so jammy. Go on. Have that.

Ta.

Hmm... I reckon a little pick-me-up first, though.

CRINKLING, SHE GIGGLES

Oh, and don't hate. I know you think gak sucks.

SHE SNIFFS

Right, fuck it. Chuck us a bump.

Yeah, funny. I'm not joking.

Come on!

All right, babe.

Mm-hm.

HE SNIFFS, COUGHS

SHE LAUGHS

DANCE MUSIC PLAYS

SHE LAUGHS, KNOCK AT DOOR

We thought we'd take this party up a notch. Oh, yeah?

Ryan, meet Daz! Hi.

DAZ: You all right? Yeah, yeah. I'm good. Great.

Chills. We got fucking chills!

GRUNTS

UNDER BREATH: Fuck.

Fuck, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Fucking bastard!

CARYS: Remembered where you live, then? Yeah.

Can I borrow your phone, please?

Why, where's your phone? I lost it, OK?

How? Just give me your phone, will you?!

PHONE BUZZES

What happened? 'I got mugged.'

The guy, he took everything. Seriously, he was massive.

All right, so this Neanderthal has your phone

with all my fucking info and texts?

No, no, no, no. I delete everything you send, everything,

just like you told me.

You'd better be telling the truth.

If this gets in the wrong hands, I'm done. It's front page news.

Huw, chill!

Don't tell me to chill. I'm taking all the fucking risks here.

You get to walk off into the sunset, but me? I'm getting crucified.

Well, it's not gonna happen, is it? 'And for what?

'I mean, what even is this?'

It's one-way traffic. That's what it is.

Well, that fucking changes today.

What? What are you saying?

I'm saying I'm sick and tired of always giving and never receiving.

But I... I do stuff for you.

'You do the bare minimum, Ryan.

'And even then, it's like you're doing me a favour.'

Then tell me what you want.

'I want more, Ryan.

'That's what I want. More.'

DOOR OPENS

Hi.

Follow me.

WOMAN 1: Hiya. WOMAN 2: Hi.

I think that man, I recognise him. Yeah, I recognise him.

WOMAN: I'm sure I know that man.

Oh.

ELECTRONIC BEEP

Go on.

VOICEMAIL: 'You have one new message.'

RYAN: 'I'm sorry. I just couldn't, Huw, I-I froze.

'It's me, not you, I promise.

'Please, don't give up on me.'

RUBBING

HUW GRUNTS

HE EXCLAIMS

How was that? Barely adequate.

Then tell me how to improve.

Try getting in fucking shape, for a start.

I'm in better condition than you are.

OK, fine. I'll start going to the gym again, I promise.

All right.

But do it for yourself, yes? Not for me.

All right, now, I'm going away, baby,

so I'll be off comms for a few days.

Is this all there is?

"All there is"?

Mm-hm.

Erm...

Between us.

If you want more, fucking sort yourself out.

Where do I know that voice from? Oh, Sash!

Hey, did you get the stuff?

Please. Yeah, please.

Thank you. Ch... Ah!

Not until I get some fucking rent money.

One night, I told you. That were two months ago.

Oh, and... whoever "Daddy" is, he sounds like a right cock.

GLASS SMASHES, DOG BARKS

And get the fucking door.

Sasha, I'm getting my fucking trainers.

Door's open. Fuck's sake! Whoops!

Mick's gonna kill us.

No, relax. He's working up north in the minute.

Look, it's no biggie. I'll just... pay to get it fixed.

Slow down! Oh, Sash!

Stop it! Stop worrying all the time. You need to fucking slow down.

Oh, Jesus. No more.

SCRAPING

CARYS: Out.

Now!

DOOR SLAMS That was a bit rude.

HE SNORTS

You disgust me.

Can't believe I slept all day.

I don't know who you are any more, Ryan, I really don't.

And for you to bring that... filth into my house.

Please.

Please don't give up on me.

Why not?

You've obviously given up on yourself.

EXHALES

I'll do anything you ask.

I swear.

Then tell me the truth.

The truth?

About where all your money comes from.

Tell me!

There's a...

There's a man.

Gives us presents and money, like.

Money for what?

Erm, no...

Stuff.

Different stuff. What kind of stuff?

Ryan, what kind of stuff? Mam...

you don't wanna know.

Are you say...

Are you saying you're gay?

It's not about that.

I mean...

Yeah.

Yeah. HE SNIFFLES

But that's not why.

It's-It's more... complicated. It's hard to understand.

Then make me understand.

Do I know him? No.

No, not exactly. Well, what's his name?

Mam, do we really need to do this right now?

HE SIGHS

What are you doing?

You said you wanted to know who he is, right?

But that's...

Yeah.

Oh! Erm...

We need to tell someone. No.

Ryan, it's wrong. The media would destroy him.

He's told me.

TEARFULLY: To control you, love. No.

This is... It's what his kind do.

No, no. No, he means it.

He's got too much to lose. I don't care!

Mam, please, please!

I couldn't live with myself if he did something to himself.

I couldn't.

HE SOBS

Mam, seriously, you've gotta...

...promise me.

I promise.

Come on, let's go back inside. No. In a bit. You go.

It's not as bad as you think it is.

Huw says I'm important to him, Mam.

Says I'm special.

Oh!

Think heartbroken, but austere.

'Heartbroken, but austere.'

OFFICER: Alex Williams, you're charged with

possessing and distributing indecent images of children,

as well as possessing prohibited images of children.

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention when questioned something...

Heartbroken... but austere.

'Austere.'

TAPPING ON KEYBOARD

Heartbroken, but austere.

ANGELICA: Huw.

In your own time.

A few moments ago, Buckingham Palace announced

the death of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II.

'The Palace has just issued this statement.

'It says that the Queen died peacefully

'at Balmoral this afternoon.

'The King and the Queen Consort will remain at Balmoral this evening

'and will return to London tomorrow.

'Within the past few minutes...'

Can't believe she's proper gone, like.

'..of Her Majesty Queen...'

He really practised that look.

'To recap on the statement,

'the Queen died peacefully at Balmoral this afternoon...' What?

Who?

Huw.

Huw who?

My sugar daddy.

"Never forget, Ryan. The seven Ps.

"Proper planning and preparation prevents piss-poor performance."

Hang on. I'm sorry. What?!

'GOD SAVE THE QUEEN' PLAYS ON TV

He's your sugar daddy?!

That old fossil?

SHE LAUGHS

LAUGHING: Seriously?

You gotta be joking.

Ry...

You're shitting me, right?

"King Charles, give Huw Edwards a knighthood.

"What a consummate professional. Calm, sombre..."

All right, stop, stop! Please stop.

Oh, and this one. "Measured but powerful gravitas.

"Hit me like a hammer."

Oh, that word, "gravitas"!

Looks like you were right to swerve Strictly after all.

All right, that's-that's enough. Yeah, it's not good for my ego.

I'm sorry, Britain has spoken.

You are literally THE voice of the nation.

Oh, I don't know about that. I'm just doing my job.

DISTANT WHOOPING, CHEERING

SASH: "If you don't send me

"2,500 right now,

"me and my friends

"will show The Sun and The Mirror

"what you have been doing."

Ungrateful shit!

No, what the hell, Sash?! No!

You can't send that. Yes!

Stop being a pussy.

FRUSTRATED GRUNT

"Cos I have been speaking to

"other boys you have spoke to."

'Stop being a knob and talk to me tomorrow...'

"..when you're sober."

You gonna let him speak to you like that? No, give me that.

'When I'm sober?

'Do you want people thinking you're a nonce?

'Do you want people thinking you're a whore?

'Stop being a dick, for fuck's sake.'

WOMAN: Huw! Coming!

Don't back off now.

'1:30am, if it ain't in there,

'then these pictures are going everywhere.'

'Ah, it's blackmail, you mean?

'Ten years in jail for that, princess.'

MESSAGE ALERT 'It's all here.'

'Talk to you tomorrow, Ryan. You've disappointed me.'

'So you want people knowing you like 17-year-old boys?'

'You're a blackmailer. OK?'

'So you're a what? A paedophile?'

FIREWORKS BURST

Happy new year.

Happy?

Bit optimistic, in't you?

You can't let the boy ruin your life.

SHE SIGHS

That's not fair on either of us.

Look, I know this is hard for you, love.

But it's not Ryan's fault.

Course not.

Never is.

Can we talk about something else? No. We're having this out.

I know it's a fucking sickness and everything, but...

no-one's making him snort that shit up his nose.

It's not his bloody fault, OK?

He's being groomed.

What are you on about, "groomed"?

SHE WHIMPERS Groomed by who?

TEARFULLY: Even now, like, I can't, erm...

I can't really get my head around it.

SHE SOBS Carys?

Groomed by who?

Huw Edwards.

From the news.

You're telling me Huw Edwards,

THE fucking Huw Edwards off the telly,

is gay for Ryan?

I didn't say gay. Did I say gay?

And I know it sounds mad. Don't be daft.

Nothing mad about that, makes perfect fucking sense (!)

Ryan told me. Ryan's off his stalk.

No, Mick. And so are you if you believe that bollocks.

I have seen text messages from him. He showed me.

Are you even hearing yourself? It's true.

What, cos your precious angel says so? Well, why would he lie?

Because that's what druggies do. They lie, they steal.

They fucking infect everything and everyone around them.

I need you to believe me. I'm going to bed.

Mick, please! No, I'm sorry.

This is where I tap out.

What? "Sorry" doesn't make it right, you know.

When you say the things that you say, it hurts. It hurts me deeply.

It's not on purpose, honest.

It's just things have been...

Things have been a bit rough lately.

Oh, you think that justifies your behaviour?

Didn't say that, did I?

Look, I know I've let you down.

No, you've let yourself down. And you know why?

Because I'm wasting my potential.

I'm sorry, I didn't catch that.

Because I'm wasting my potential.

Yes, you are. And do you know exactly why that is?

'Because I don't listen to you enough.'

No. No, you don't.

'Now, how much does my little blood-sucking vampire want today?

Mm, 200.

Hm? Is that all?

Cos obviously I'm a fucking walking, talking ATM.

Sasha's gonna throw me out. I'll be on the streets.

'I'll-I'll be off comms.'

You know what?

Switch your camera on.

RYAN SIGHS

Do we have to? Yes.

Oh, Christ. I wish I hadn't asked.

OK, so, here's the deal.

I'll send you yet more fucking money.

Oh. Thanks.

RYAN EXHALES, SNIFFLES

Thanks.

BUT I want to say this to you.

And, Ryan?

I want you to listen very clearly and very carefully.

Oh, and try not to look like

a five-pound-a-suck meth addict, please.

SASH: Well, is he gonna pay you, or what?

Ryan? What?

Is the prick sending money?

Er... Er, yeah.

So why... why the face?

You don't have to see him.

Yeah. I do.

What, cos he says so?

Fuck off. I owe him, Sash.

I owe him for everything.

Is that what the old pervert's been telling you?

He's not an old pervert, OK? He's not.

It's just hard for him to have, like, a normal relationship.

That's all it is.

Is that what you want?

I don't know.

What if I do?

Fuck me! Next you'll be telling me you're in love.

Oh, my God. Ryan!

Love isn't being shit-scared of someone.

Love isn't being some on-demand phone sex doll.

Love isn't that fucked-up thing in the mirror.

All right.

So, what is love, then, Sash?

What is love, Sash?

Come on, Miss Fucking One Train Wreck After Another,

tell me, what is love? Spill the tea.

Maybe I don't have a fucking clue.

But I do know one thing.

The bare minimum for love is being able to say no to someone.

Huw doesn't do "no".

Well, then...

you'd best piss off and not keep Daddy waiting.

RINGING TONE

HE INHALES DEEPLY, RINGING TONE STOPS

PHONE BUZZES

BUZZING CONTINUES

Mick?

Mick!

I told you I wasn't off my head.

What are you on about? See for yourself.

That's... It's him. It's... Huw Edwards.

I don't get it. How come you've seen this?

Ryan's forgotten to log out of his Instagram on my phone again.

And you can read their messages? Yeah, and he is in Cardiff.

Now. He's here. They were meant to meet up.

See, this is what my Ryan has been dealing with.

PHONE BUZZES

He's saying that he's going back to the station.

He's going back to London.

When? Now.

I've left messages on your Insta,

but I don't know where the fuck you are.

'I'm rapidly losing patience, Ryan.

'You'd better have a cast-iron reason for standing me up.'

DISCONNECT TONE

Fuck him.

TANNOY: 'The next train to arrive at Platform 1

'is the Great Western Railway service to London Paddington...'

MICK PANTS

PHONE RINGS

Please tell me you didn't give him a hiding.

I wish. I didn't even talk to him.

What, were you too late? Went on the wrong poxy platform.

Oh, OK. But I videoed him with my phone.

'That's something, at least.'

Oh, that's more than something. That's evidence.

'Mick?

'Mick?'

Are you still there?

Mick?

Sorry, sir, I have no idea what you're talking about.

I don't know how to be any clearer. Huw fucking Edwards,

the famous fucking newsreader, yeah,

is funding my stepson's fucking drug habit.

Please, watch your language.

I'll watch my fucking language

when you BBC pricks get your nonces under control.

I have to ask you to leave.

I ain't going anywhere before I make an official complaint.

There's a number for complaints. May I suggest you use that?

May I suggest you fuck off? Get your boss down here pronto!

Sir, you are being abusive and threatening.

If you do not leave, I'll be forced to call the police.

I just want him to stop giving Ryan money. It's not fucking complicated.

WOMAN: What on earth is going on there? Ah, fuck off!

The BBC want bank statements,

Instagram messages, screenshots.

I've already spent an hour on the phone with these people.

I've told them what the problem is. Fine.

Just give them the proof they need.

Nah.

Nah, they ain't getting anything.

I made a complaint, like they asked.

Either they take it seriously, or they don't.

I'm not jumping through hoops for them or anyone.

So we give up?

Do we bollocks.

We're gonna go to the papers.

PHONES RING

You wanted to see me? Yes. Follow me.

So, do you know what this is? Yeah. Everyone does.

You've been after Huw Edwards for a while.

Since 2018.

That is how long I've been investigating this prick.

Mm, I've lost track of the number of young men

who've contacted us about him.

And we still haven't published?

Why? Because it's not been in the public's interest...

until now, hopefully.

Yesterday, a Mick Granger reached out to us,

claiming he and his partner have lodged an official complaint

about Huw Edwards with the BBC.

Turns out he's been grooming their son since he was 17...

HE SCOFFS

...and bankrolling his drug habit in the process.

And you want me to go and talk to them?

You did say you wanted something

a bit more challenging to do, didn't you?

VICTORIA NEWTON: 'And I want signed affidavits as soon as possible.

'From here on, we need to be legally watertight.'

Yep. I've got local solicitors on standby.

Excellent. Anything else?

You've got this, Scarlet.

SHE SIGHS

So, no pressure, then (!)

OK, then.

Hi. Ms Davies?

Who wants to know?

This wasn't my bloody idea.

I just wanna make that... clear right now. Yeah.

Ah, thanks, Mick.

What have I missed?

Well, erm...

Carys was just...

...expressing her reservations.

This has to stop, love.

And not just for Ryan's sake.

OK.

HE SNIFFS

Where do you want us to start?

So, you knew about the relationship for a while...

It's not a relationship.

OK? Let's get that straight. I apologise.

That man has used and abused my boy.

I understand.

Really?

Are you a mother?

No. Then I doubt you can possibly understand.

Carys! No, it's fine.

Well, let's be honest.

All you really give a toss about is your big story. No offence.

None taken. Erm...

You're right. This is a big story.

In fact, it could be massive.

But - and, equally, no offence -

you're wrong to call it my story.

Cos it's your story, Carys.

It's Mick's.

And most importantly, it's Ryan's.

I just wanna be able to tell it.

Oh, I know I should have said something sooner.

Ryan said that it would...

destroy Huw if I spoke about it.

And I know I should have been stronger.

I should have been...

...shouting it from the rooftops,

but he just was so...

...genuinely terrified.

I'm sure that's the exact reaction Huw was counting on.

But I still let my baby down. Bollocks, have you.

You're as much of a victim in this as Ryan is.

Mick's right.

What affects your child affects you.

That's what makes you a mum.

I just want him to stay away from Ryan.

That's all.

I want my son back.

"I fucking love you, Ryan, but you kill me."

Thank you.

Ryan would sometimes borrow my mobile,

and I'd sometimes screenshot the messages he'd forget to delete.

Cos he'd be off his head on crack

and every other fucking drug you could mention.

Sorry, love. But it's true.

Anyway... CARYS CLEARS THROAT

He doesn't know I have them.

Are there any more of these? Yeah, loads.

And, of course, we've got Mick's video.

What video?

VICTORIA: This is surreal.

No, this is proof.

Scarlet, are you sure the parents are on the level?

Oh, yeah, 100%.

What's your gut telling you about them?

They feel totally helpless.

'Well, helpless and unheard.'

PHONE BUZZES

Oh, shit. BUZZING CONTINUES

Babes, just ignore the wanker.

Fine.

Be his pussy lapdog.

Hiya. Look, I know I said I'd send those pics.

'The fucking press are sniffing around me!'

Your fucking family have gone to the fucking Sun!

'How could you betray me like this?' It... It wasn't me.

Don't lie to me! They've got copies of all our text conversations.

They've got dates. They've even got a video of me at Cardiff Station.

I didn't say anything, OK?

Oh, really? Well, Mummy Dearest is claiming otherwise.

'According to her, you've been quite the little sharer.'

Ah! I'm sorry. Sorry?

Sorry?! You've completely fucked me, Ryan!

It's got back to my bosses at the BBC,

and they've suspended me.

They've taken everything.

Not everything.

'I told the country that the Queen was dead.'

I told the whole world.

That means nothing to them, nothing at all.

Oh!

You must hate me so much.

Not as much as I love you.

You mean that?

You trusted your mother, albeit foolishly.

She let you down. You're not to blame for that.

'Yeah, but I am to blame for letting you down, Huw.'

I am to blame for betraying you.

'Oh, I shouldn't have said that. That was wrong of me.'

Deep down, I know you wouldn't intentionally hurt me.

'Oh, no. No, no fucking way, I wouldn't.'

And I also know that you're still loyal.

Yeah.

I'll always be loyal.

Thank you.

Well, we do have a major problem now.

'OK. So, how can I help?'

I'm really glad you asked me that.

Better come in.

MICK: If you're expecting an apology, you can go whistle.

Just... let him say his piece.

You said you have an offer.

Erm...

RYAN CLEARS THROAT, SNIFFS

Huw.

He's really sad that all this has happened.

Well, we didn't expect him to be doing fucking cartwheels.

The Sun, they don't give a fuck about me,

they don't give a fuck about you.

They only give a fuck about the story.

OK? I mean, this is gonna be a total shitshow.

And not just for Huw, but for me, an' all.

Boo fucking hoo!

Mam.

What hurts him...

...it really hurts me.

Just...

...get to the point, Ryan.

We can still stop this.

Why the hell would we wanna do that?

Because... he-he could help you.

What, like he's helped you? He has money.

Oh, my God. He has money. Lots of it.

We are in this hellhole...

...because of his money.

Meaning he can shove it up his fucking arse.

Tell Huw...

...we're not for sale.

Unlike you.

We'll call him "a top BBC star" for now.

HE LAUGHS

So he gets a free fucking pass? Ben, I swear...

You read what our grooming expert said.

Huw Edwards is a promiscuous sexual predator.

You think I like this?

Treading on eggshells instead of going scorched earth?

The boy's not a public figure.

We'll write nothing that can possibly identify him.

We won't even disclose his sex.

A powerful, influential man is sexually grooming

a vulnerable young person. That's the story.

Well, out with it.

Ryan was 17 when they first met online.

17! Yes. And now he's 20.

They'll just say The Sun maliciously outed

a national treasure with mental health issues.

HE SIGHS

My decision stands.

Well?

They're not naming him.

You what?

Scarlet reckons the media will turn it into a whole... gay thing.

Gay thing?

He's a fucking nonce. How is that not the story?

NEWSREADER: 'The unnamed male presenter has now been suspended.

'The BBC has been in contact with police,

'who say no formal allegation has been made so far.'

OVERLAPPING NEWS REPORTS

HUW: 'You OK, baby?'

MESSAGE ALERT

I'm OK.

I was just eating some food before bed.

I'm feeling like ending it, baby.

I'm so fucking low, it's beyond control.

Please don't, Huw.

Please.

I beg you.

I would never be able to forgive myself.

I promise you...

...I'm fine.

Just continue living your life and be happy

cos you haven't done anything wrong.

This is about you and me.

Yes.

Yes, yes.

Are you not gonna be named?

We might both be named over the weekend.

VICTORIA: "In light of the recent reporting

"regarding the BBC presenter,

"I'm making this statement on behalf of my husband, Huw Edwards,

"after what have been five extremely difficult days for our family."

MICK: "I am doing this primarily out of concern

"for his mental well-being and to protect our children."

Well, what about my child? What about Ryan?

"Huw is suffering from serious mental health issues.

"As is well documented,

"he has been treated for severe depression in recent years.

"The events of the last few days have greatly worsened matters.

"He has suffered another serious episode

"and is now receiving inpatient hospital care."

RYAN: "I would like to ask that the privacy of my family

"and everyone else caught up in these upsetting events is respected.

"Once well enough to do so,

"he intends to respond to the stories that have been published.

"I know that Huw is deeply sorry that so many colleagues

"have been impacted by the recent media speculation.

"We hope this statement will bring that to an end."

NEWSREADER: 'Today, the Met put out a statement.

'Detectives from the Met's Specialist Crime Command

'have now concluded their assessment

'and have determined there is no information to indicate

'that a criminal offence has been committed.'

It's like...

...suddenly, we're the baddies in all this.

'Everyone hates us.'

They might hate me more.

I'm sorry. Why are you sorry?

For dragging you into all this. 'You're kidding, right?'

Carys, this is the most important thing I have ever done.

'No regrets, right?'

No regrets. CARYS SNIFFLES

Night, love.

Night, Carys.

Excuse me.

BOTTLES CLINK

SLURRING: What happens to me now?

Huw?

Huw?

DETECTIVE: So, let's just clarify this.

The accused, that's you, texted with the message,

"Naughty pics and vids. Unsure if you'd like."

The reply came back, "Go on."

You messaged "Young",

and again the reply came back, "Go on."

You then sent a Category A moving image

of a male child aged between seven and nine,

with the message "Quite young-looking",

to which a Mr Edwards responded that "it can be deceptive"

and asked, "Any more?"

Is that correct? Yes.

And that was to Huw Edwards, as in the newsreader?

Yes.

FEMALE PRESENTER: 'P'nawn da, Cardiff.

'A weather update for you

'on this grey Wednesday, the 8th of November.

'It's another damp and overcast afternoon across the capital.

'If you're heading out, you'll definitely want a brolly.

'Stick with us...'

MALE PRESENTER: 'The headlines at one o'clock.

'The Senedd has voted to support a Plaid Cymru motion

'calling for an immediate ceasefire in Gaza,

'following a significant rebellion within Welsh Labour ranks.

'11 Labour backbenchers broke with their leader,

'First Minister Mark Drakeford...'

PHONE BUZZES

'Mr Drakeford has maintained the position

'held by the UK Labour leader, Sir Keir Starmer,

'advocating for humanitarian pauses...'

EXHALES SHAKILY

DOOR OPENS WOMAN: Ah. Thanks, love.

DOORBELL

OFFICER: Mr Huw Edwards, can we come in?

Metropolitan Police.

We heard you pull up. What's happened?

MICK: Indecent images of young children?

SCARLET: Mm. 41 separate instances.

Jesus.

How young? The children, I mean.

I don't know exact details, but given the charges...

...very young, probably.

He needs stringing up.

The police have only just now announced his arrest?

Correct.

And they've got pictures of Ryan as well? Erm...

Well, no.

Videos, then?

There's no indication Ryan's involved.

Erm...

Then I, erm... I'm confused.

As far as we know,

there's no connection to Ryan.

So this has all been for nothing.

The... stress, the hate, the names.

You can't think like that.

That fucking nonce is getting banged up. It's a done deal.

Tell her.

If found guilty, he should definitely serve prison time.

He's out of Ryan's life.

That's what you wanted, love. Mm-mm.

I wanted justice for Ryan.

I wanted that bastard to pay for what he did to my boy.

NEWSREADER: 'Our reporter is at Westminster Magistrates' Court,

'where former BBC presenter Huw Edwards has arrived.

'He's been charged with making indecent images of children.'

REPORTER: 'Yes, a dramatic return

'to the public eye here today for Huw Edwards,

'though in circumstances few could have imagined

'during his decades as the face of the evening news.

'The former newsreader arrived here

'at Westminster Magistrates' Court just moments ago,

'walking slowly into a wall of cameras.'

Ah, I'd... er, been managing, so to speak,

my interest in men since 1994,

and then, er, suddenly, I was connecting with...

with all these men - and women - on social media.

I was being told that I was attractive, sexy.

I'd never experienced that before.

Back then at the BBC, if you weren't Oxbridge,

you were considered an outsider, some provincial hack.

And then, of course, there was my Welsh accent.

Yes, I was sent certain images,

and, yes, I may have even opened them,

but that's as far as it went.

Honestly, during that period,

I remember very little about anything.

'Or anyone, for that matter.'

SASH: All right, butt?

Long time no see.

Hey, Sash.

Back to the old deliveries?

Yeah. In between college stuff.

Doing catering now.

Cool.

No, no, no. I'm good. It's not my thing any more.

I'm glad.

Shit never agreed with you. No.

So...

Huw fucking Edwards, right?

How insane is that? Yeah.

Yeah, it's, er... it's a lot.

You so dodged a bullet there.

Sorry.

There's a lot of it about, though. What do you mean?

Me and my mate Jax, we were in court a while back.

Yeah, yeah, I heard you got nicked.

No drama, just a bit of weed, like.

Anyway, same day,

this guy Jax knew from school, Alex Williams,

he got a year suspended for sicko kiddie stuff.

Alex Williams?

What does he look like?

Like he belongs in a pervert Hogwarts or something.

Talk about a creepy fuck.

What?

Ryan, what is it?

I had a date with him once.

We sat right here.

He's the reason why I started talking to Huw.

Jesus!

Yeah.

They were both...

...paedophiles, Sash.

Both of them.

And I never, ever knew.

All I wanted was some cash to buy some trainers.

That's all, I swear.

HE SNIFFLES

That's all.

HE EXHALES SHAKILY

And finally tonight,

at Westminster Magistrates' Court today,

Judge Paul Goldspring handed me a six-month suspended sentence

for multiple counts of making indecent images of children.

My conviction is based on statements

provided by convicted paedophile Alex Williams

and the messages we shared between December 2020

and August 2021.

During that period, I received and viewed 41 images of children

ranging from Category A to Category C,

one of whom was aged between seven and nine years old.

So, what exactly do these offence categories mean?

Category A depicts penetrative sexual acts,

sexual activity with animals or acts of sadism.

Category B covers non-penetrative sexual acts,

and Category C includes indecent images

not falling into Categories A or B,

such as those depicting children in sexually suggestive poses

or with exposed body parts.

However, despite the seriousness of my offences,

I was able to avoid imprisonment and still remain at liberty.

And that's all from me.