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you're hearing this i reckon they're
hearing up

Okay.

You.

In your own time.

A few moments ago, Buckingham Palace
announced the death of Her Majesty Queen

Elizabeth II.

Mm -hmm.

Yeah.

Well, no, no. I want to meet you, Alex.

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

It's not. I'm not a goody two -feet. I'm
not.

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

Uh -huh.

Didn't have any of his lockdown bollocks
with the Spanish flu. Not being funny,

but didn't that kill loads of people?

Only about 50 to 100 million.

Who are you talking to, Cariad?

Someone from college who fancies me.

We're going to meet tomorrow.

What's her name?

Her name?

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

You're so funny, Mick. I'm dead.

Come on. You're going to be late.

Thanks, love.

I'll see you in the morning.

Not if I see you first.

He doesn't mean anything by it.

Oh, you keep telling yourself that, Mum.

Keep telling yourself that.

Look, I know what you're thinking.

I don't look like my photos.

All right, so I might have used the
filter.

No, there's no filter that good.

All right.

Don't bite my head off.

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

16? No, 16.

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? No, because losers don't
get presents like this.

Yeah? Or these bad boys.

Hmm.

I'm buzzing for you.

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

So you're friends with someone famous?

More like his porn dealer.

Look at your face.

Talk about a little Miss Innocent.

Famous?

How famous?

On the telly every night, famous.

I ain't lying.

Prove it.

Anyway, I'm thinking of getting you to
the post office. What do you reckon?

More of your groupies. Maybe we should
start calling them

hoopies. I don't have groupies.

Or any deviation thereof.

Admire us, then. Including some in very
high places.

Don't believe everything you hear,
Angelica.

Does that include the rumour you're in
the seat when old Queenie pops a Jimmy

Choo's? 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.

No, nothing's been decided. Truth be
told, I'm not everyone's first or even

tenth choice.

Everyone be.

Certain individuals who think that
having depression means you're just one

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
brummy voice of the nation.

Paranoid much?

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

I thought you'd gone

to bed.

No, just doing some college stuff.

How did he go?

Oh, um, I don't know. She wasn't really
my type.

I don't work in brain cell, is she?

All

right,

remember, everyone, nation shall speak
peace unto nation, and if you could make

me look good as well, then so much the
better.

What are you doing?

I want to 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, you let him watch the flippin'

news.

Get brainwashed.

Oh, you like that Hugh Edwards, anyway.
Oh, yeah, he's luscious.

Yeah, his eyes.

Seems like a solid one.

I thought you wanted to watch the bloody
news.

Oh.

Good evening.

Tonight at ten, more people were made
redundant as of three months to October

this year than at any comparable period.

In the US, six weeks after the election,
your wife...

I've got 12 eggs.

If you want them.

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

If you like them, you'll love these.

And the beginning of the funeral
service.

Oh, poor woman.

Done the narrow by her lonesome.

Maybe she dropped one. Have some
respect.

She's a bloody queen.

Your queen, not mine.

God, you're chopsy today.

She's got a lovely big palette and no
swan to cheer her on.

Stop it.

Quiet, love.

Makes it change.

Well, that's like you say.

Dead sad.

Oh, now you and all.

Why not follow by a fucking union, jack
out the princes and be done. Prince

Edward and their families.

How was your day?

Busy? Yeah, I saw.

You were real, by the way.

Flattery will get you everywhere.

Are you okay 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... and... like,

lonely and, like, trapped. Like,
trapped.

Sorry.

I guess that's how I feel sometimes.

Except I live in Butown and there's no
fucking roof on.

With any consolation, I grew up in
Llangenech.

Oh, yeah? Huh.

Never heard of it.

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

Were you also in the guide then?

Of ancient history.

So... that's for now?

Not exactly.

It was, um... Well, it was a more
complicated time, yeah.

Huh.

And now?

And now?

I just try to remember that there's 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 things are just higher for me than
they are for you, you know?

I'll tell you one thing for a fact,
though. If I was your age now, I

hiding away.

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

Yeah, everyone around you thinks that...
I don't know.

They think that homosexuals are taking
over the world.

Reckon they're even worse than the
English.

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

Especially when it comes to the
faithful.

What about Case?

Well, we never had that conversation.

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

But what if it had?

I really don't know.

I think I was already an embarrassment
to him.

What?

You said you were an embarrassment.
There's no way.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Here with the academic
failure. That was me.

Oh, I'm really enjoying dredging all
this shit up, by the way. It's very

cathartic.

I just thought we would have 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, um... What would you like to talk
about instead, Hill?

Nothing.

Why don't you show me something instead?

Slowly Slowly

baby

slowly

Don't you worry about people saying
stuff?

What stuff?

Gay stuff?

No. Too important for that now.

And if they found out about us? They
won't.

But what if?

The media will eat me alive and my
career will be destroyed.

Shit.

That won't happen, baby.

As long as you always listen to me.

already. Work shy little bugger.

Let me guess, puncture.

Or as a 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 going to have a bath in case
you don't get off, like.

Not before me, you bloody not.

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, smash.

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 channeling Mick now. I
want the truth, Ryan. I mean it.

Okay. 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 again. Excuse me.

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

Then how about you respect my privacy
then, man?

Like, fuck off. I'm 18. I'm not a kid
anymore.

She thinks I'm selling fake gear.

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 that generational thing.

Well, it's a place to do 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?

I haven't got a Scooby.

A Scooby?

Scooby -Doo.

Clue.

It's a generation thing.

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

Well, 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, like, fucking
naggy and nosy. Any objections?

Leave it with me, baby.

Seriously?

Yeah.

A happy lion equals a happy hue.

Oh, it's amazing.

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

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.

Well,

anyway, 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.

And then over here... Just please,
Ryan's very

own minibar. Can you see that?

Can you see?

And then let me show you the back.

Oh, before that, these slides here.

I'm definitely going to 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 mean called to supper. Send me a vid
instead.

Okay, Mr. Supper.

You, darling, come to there 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.

Well, lookie now.

You're famous, you know?

Living the dream.

Oh, is that so? Because 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
earned.

And that includes respect.

I wasn't being disrespectful.

I was... Hugh.

Hugh, 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.

Naughty pics and vids.

Unsure if you'd like.

Go on.

Yang.

Go on.

Did someone say party?

You've drunk everything.

So, how's all the more?

Oh,

can we get us something to eat as well?

Stopped me. Yeah, you can have whatever
you want, Sash. You don't pay.

Oh, please.

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

For the thousandth time, I'm not
allowed.

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

Right, I've spoken to Johnny.

I reckon it'll pick me up first, though.

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

Right, fuck it.

Chuggers a bump.

Yeah, funny.

I'm not joking.

Come on.

Yeah.

Remember where you left, Dan? Yeah, can
I borrow your phone, please?

Why was your phone? I lost it, okay?
How?

Give me your phone, will you?

What happened?

I got mugged.

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

Aye, so did...

Neanderthal has your phone with all my
fucking info and text.

No, no, no, no. I delete everything you
send. Everything. Just like you told me.

You better be telling the truth.

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

Hill, chill.

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

You get a walk off into the... Let me.
I'm getting crucified.

That's not going to 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. Even
then, it's like you're doing me a

Then tell me what you want.

You have one new message.

Sorry. I just couldn't hear. I froze.

It's me, not you. I promise.

Please, don't give up on me.

How's 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.

Okay, 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 -hmm.

Um... Between us.

If you want more, fucking sort yourself
out.

Where do I know that voice from?

Hey, did you get the stuff?

Please?

Please.

Thank you. Not until I get some fucking
rent money.

One night I told you. That was two
months ago.

On whatever daddy is. He sounds like a
right cock.

Get in my fucking dreamers. Door's open.

What?

Mick's going to kill us.

No, relax.

He's working up north in a minute. Look,
it's no biggie. I'll just... Please get

fixed.

Slow down.

Oh, Sash, stop it. Stop worrying all the
time. I need to fucking slow down.

Oh, Jesus. No more.

Now! That was a bit rude.

You disgust me.

They are slagged all day.

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

I want you to bring that filth into my
house.

Please.

Please don't get up on me.

Why not?

You've obviously given up on yourself.

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.

He gives us presents and money, like...
Money for what?

Um, stuff.

Different stuff.

What kind of stuff?

Right, and what kind of stuff?

Mum, you don't want to know.

He's saying... He's saying you're gay.

It's not about that.

I mean... Yeah.

Yeah.

And that's not why.

It's not...

complicated. It's hard to understand.
Then make me understand.

Do I know him?

No,

not exactly.

What's his name?

Do we really need to do this right now?

What are you doing?

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

No.

No, yeah, this is wrong.

The media were destroying.

He's told me.

To control you, love.

This is what he's going to do. No, no,
no, he means it.

You've got too much to lose. I don't
care.

Please, please.

I couldn't live with myself. He needs to
live with himself.

I couldn't.

Mum, seriously, you've got to... Promise
me.

I promise.

Come on, let's go back inside.

No, wait a minute. You go.

Not as bad as you think it is.

He always says I'm important to him,
Mum.

But austere.

Hard -broken.

Alex Williams, you're charged with
possessing and distributing indecent

of children, as well as possessing
prohibited images of children.

You do not have to say anything, but it
may harm your defense if you do not

mention when questioned something.

Hard -broken.

But austere.

Hugh?

In your own time.

A few moments ago, Buckingham Palace
announced the death of Her Majesty Queen

Elizabeth II.

And we'll return to London tomorrow.

God, but if she's proper gone, like...
They really practice that a lot.

What?

Who? Who?

Who who?

My sugar daddy.

Never forget, Ryan.

The seven Ps.

Proper planning and preparation prevents
piss -poor performance.

I'm... I'm sorry. What?

He's your sugar daddy?

That old fossil?

Seriously?

You got me joking.

You're shitting me, right?

King Charles, give Hugh Edwards a
knighthood.

What a consummate professional.

Calm, somber... 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'll write this word.
Strictly, after all. All right, that's

enough. 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.

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.

What the hell, Sasha? No!

You can't send that! Stop being... A
pussy.

Because I have been speaking to other
boys you

have spoke to.

Stop being a knob and talk to me
tomorrow. Owen, you're sober.

Are you going to let him speak to you
like that? No, give me that.

But I'm sober.

Do you want people thinking you're a
nut?

Do you want people thinking you're a
whore?

Stop being a dick for fuck's sake.

Coming!

Don't back off now.

1 .30am. If it ain't in there, then
these pictures are going everywhere.

Ah, blackmail you mean.

Ten years in jail for that, Princess.

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, okay?

So you're a what? A paedophile?

Happy New Year.

Happy New Year.

A bit optimistic, aren't you?

You can't let the boy ruin your life.

fair on either of us.

I know this is hard for you, love.

But it's not Ryan's fault.

Of 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,

okay?

He's being groomed.

What do you want about groomed?

Groomed by who?

Even now, like, I can't, um... I can't
really get my head around it.

Caris.

Groomed by who?

Hugh Edwards.

From the news.

You're telling me Hugh Edwards, the
fucking Hugh Edwards off the telly, is

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

Don't be daft. Nothing mad about that.
Mick's a perfect fucking saint. Ryan

me. Ryan's off his stock. No, Mick.

So are you if you believe that. Bollock.
I have seen text messages from him. He

showed me. Are you even hearing
yourself?

It's true. What, because your precious
angel says so? Why would he lie? Because

that's what druggies do.

They lie. They steal.

They fucking infect everything and
everyone around them.

You need to believe. Excuse me. I'm
going to bed. Please.

I'm sorry. This is where I tap out.

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...

Pigs really pay rough lately.

Oh, you think that justifies your
behaviour?

They 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 you know exactly why
that is.

God, I've listened to you enough.

No. No, you don't.

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

200.

Is that all? Because obviously I'm a
fucking walking, talking ATM.

Sasha's going to throw me out.

I'll be on the street.

I'll be off comms.

You know what?

Switch your camera on.

Do we have to?

Yes.

Oh, Christ.

I wish I hadn't asked.

Okay, so here's the deal. I'll send you
yet more fucking money.

Thanks.

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
-pounder duck meth addict, please.

Is he going to pay you or what?

Ryan.

Is the prick sending money?

Uh, yeah.

So? Why the face?

You don't have to see him.

Yeah.

I do.

What? Because he says so.

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,

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?

Talk to me.

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

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.

Who doesn't do no?

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

Mick? Mick!

I told you I wasn't off my head.

What are you on about? See for yourself.

It's him, is it? Hey, where's Woods?

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.

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

Fucking...

Please tell me you didn't give him a
hide -in.

I wish.

I didn't even talk to him.

Were you too late?

Went on the wrong proxy platform.

Oh. But I videoed him with my phone.

That's something, at least.

That's more than something. That's
evidence.

It's all there.

Mick. Sorry, sir, I've no idea what
you're talking about. I don't know how

any clearer. Who fucking Edwards, the
famous fucking newsreader, yeah, is

funding my stepson's fucking drug habit?
Please, watch your language. Watch my

fucking language when you BBC pricks get
your nonsense under control. I'm going

to have to ask you to leave, sir. 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

pronto.

You are being abusive and threatening.

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

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

What's 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.

Now.

No, they ain't getting anything.

I made a complaint like they asked.
Either they take it seriously or they

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

So we give up.

Don't be bollocks.

We're going to go to the papers.

You will be.

You wanted to see me? Yes.

Follow me.

Do you know what this is?

Yeah.

Everyone does. You've been after Hugh
Edwards for a while. Since 2018.

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

I've lost track of the number of young
men who've contacted us about him. And

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 Hugh
Edwards with the BBC.

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

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?

Affidavits as soon as possible. From
here on, we need to be legally

Yep, I've got local solicitors on
standby.

Excellent. Anything else?

You've got this, Scarlett.

No pressure, then.

Hi, Miss Davis.

Who wants to know?

This wasn't my bloody idea.

I just want to make that clear right
now.

What have I missed?

Well, um... Carys was just...

expressing her reservations.

This has to stop, love.

And not just for Ryan, babe.

Where do you want us to start?

So you knew about the relationship for a
while? Not a relationship.

Okay, let's get that straight. I
apologise. That man has used and abused

I understand.

Really?

Are you a mother?

No. Then I doubt you can possibly
understand.

Karen. Well, let's be honest.

All you really get to talk about is your
big story.

No offence.

I'm not taking it.

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.

Because it's your story, Carys.

It's Mick's.

And most importantly, it's Ryan's.

I just want to be able to tell him.

I know I should have said something
sooner.

Ryan said that it would destroy Hugh 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 he
was counting on.

But I still let my baby down.

Bollocks of 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

he'd forget to delete.

Could he be off his head on crack and
every other fucking drug you can

Sorry, love.

It's true. Anyway, he doesn't know I
have them.

Are there any more of these?

Yeah, loads.

Of course we've got Nick. Video.

Poor video.

This is surreal.

No.

This is proof.

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

Oh, yeah.

100%. What have you got telling you
about them?

I feel totally helpless.

Well, helpless and unheard.

Babe, just ignore the wine, bro.

Fine.

Babe, put the lap dog.

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 thumb.

How could you betray me like this?

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

little sharer.

Ah, I'm sorry.

Sorry?

Sorry? You've completely fucked me,
Ryan!

They've got back to my bosses at the BBC
and they've suspended me.

They've taken everything.

Not everything.

I told the whole world.

That means nothing to them.

Nothing at all.

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

for that.

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

I am to blame for betraying you.

No, I shouldn't have said that. That was
wrong of me.

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

No, no fucking way I wouldn't.

And I also know that you're still loyal.

Yeah.

I'll always be loyal.

Thank you.

But we do have a major problem now.

I'm really glad you asked me that.

You're expecting an apology. You can go
whistle. Just let him say his piece.

He said you have an offer.

He's really sad that all this has
happened.

Well, we didn't expect him to be doing
fucking cartwheels. But, son, 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 going to be a total
shitshow, and not just for him, but for

me and all. Boo fucking who?

Mum.

What hurt him, he really... Hurts me.

Just get to the point, Brian.

We can still stop this. Why the hell
would we want to do that?

Because he could help you.

Would like to help you?

He has money.

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 you, we're not for sale.

Unlike you.

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

So he gets a free fucking pass?

Ben, I swear... You read what our
grooming expert said.

Hugh Edwards is a promiscuous sexual
predator.

Do 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

That's the story.

Well, out with it.

Ryan was 17 when they first met online.

17 years.

And now he's 20.

They'll just say the son maliciously
outed a national treasure with mental

health issues.

My decision's done.

Well? They're not naming him.

You are.

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

Gay thing?

He's a fucking nonce.

How is that not a story?

The unnamed male presenter has now been
suspended.

The BBC has been in contact with police
who say no formal allegations have been

made so far.

Be okay,

baby.

I'm okay.

I've seen some food before bed.

I'm feeling like ending it, baby.

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

Please don't.

Ew.

Please.

I beg you.

I would never be able to forgive myself.

I promise you.

I'll find...

Just continue living your life and be
happy because you haven't done anything

wrong.

This is about you and me.

Yes.

Yes. Yes.

Are you not going to be named?

We might both be named over the weekend.

In light of the recent reporting
regarding the BBC presenter, I'm making

statement on behalf of my husband, Hugh
Edwards, after what have been five

extremely difficult days for our family.

I am doing this primarily out of concern
for his mental well -being and to

protect our children.

What about my child?

What about Ryan?

Hugh 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. I would like to ask that the
privacy of my family and everyone else

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 Hugh 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.

Today, the Met put out a statement.

Detectives from the Met 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.

This is the most important thing I have
ever done.

What happens to me now?

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 Mr Edwards responded that it
can be deceptive. And asked, any more?

that correct?

Yes.

And that was to Hugh Edwards, as in the
newsreader.

Yes.

Mr. Hugh Edwards, can we come in?

Metropolitan Police.

Are you here to call up?

What's happened?

Indecent images of young children.

41 separate instances.

Jesus.

How young?

The children, I mean.

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

You mean he's stringing up?

The police have only just now announced
his arrest.

Correct.

And they've got pictures of Ryan as
well.

Well, no.

Videos, then.

There's no indication Ryan's involved.

Then 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 name. You
can't think like that.

The fucking launch 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.

I wanted justice for Ryan.

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

Our reporter is at Westminster
Magistrates Court, where former BBC

Hugh Edwards has arrived.

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

Yes, a dramatic return to the public eye
here today for Hugh Edwards, though in

circumstances few could have imagined
during his decade as the face of the

evening news.

The former newsreader arrived here at
Westminster Magistrates Court just

ago, walking slowly into a wall of
cameras.

I'd been managing, so to speak, my
interest in men since 1994.

And then suddenly I was connecting 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 in 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.

Alright, Beth.

Long time no see.

Hey, Sash.

Back to your deliveries?

Yeah. In between college stuff.

Doing catering now.

Cool.

No, no, no. I'm good.

It's not my thing anymore.

I'm glad.

Shit never agreed with you.

So... Who fucking Edwards, right?

How insane is that?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's, uh... It's a lot.

You're so dodged about it there.

Sorry.

A lot of it about, though.

What do you mean?

Me and my mate Jack, we were in court a
while back. Yeah, yeah, I heard you on

it. Little drama.

Bit of weed like it.

Anyway, same day, this guy, Jack's new
from school, Alex Williams,

he got a year suspended for sick old
kiddie stuff.

Alex Williams?

What does he look like?

Like he belongs in a...

Pivot Hogwarts or something.

Let's 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
him.

Jesus.

They were both demophiles. Both of them.

That I never, ever knew.

All I wanted was some cash to buy some
changes.

So, that's right.

So.

And finally tonight, at Westminster
Magistrates Court today, Judge Paul

Goldspring handed me a six -month
suspended sentence for multiple counts

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

Category A to Category C, one of whom
was aged between...

seven, and nine years old.

So what exactly do these offense
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

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.

For life on the front line. Next, call
the bailiffs.