All language subtitles for The Hour (2011) S02E02

Must you?

The guests haven't even arrived.

One, two, three,

four, five, six,

seven, eight.

One, two, three, four...

- Miss Delaine in yet?
- No.

Miss Ramirez, be ready.
You might need to go on if Kiki's late.

Yes, Mr Cilenti.

- Where are you from?
- Costa Rica.

Seven, eight. One, two...

- Thank you again for tonight.
- You're welcome.

Thank you.

Sissy.

No, he's too shy.

I work late every night.

Come into the studio tomorrow,
during the day, let me tele-record you.

You're a coloured doctor.

Don't tell me you haven't had
a white patient

reluctant to be treated by you?

You stick to your job,
I'll stick to mine.

- Sissy, persuade him, please.
- I can't. I've tried.

Hell! We're late. Come on.

- Oh!
- Oi!

- Be careful!
- Yeah, go on, go on.

Got a cigarette?

How was the Chameleon Club?

- Fine.
- Amazing!

We got so many beautiful interviews.

Thank you.

Beautiful is not always interesting.

Oh. Clubs like these, they offer
a positive view of immigration.

It's part of a brilliant
anti-fascist initiative.

But it's not a story if we don't also
direct the camera at the other side.

Show the hatred,
the fury towards these visitors.

Two days back I come down,
there's graffiti on our front door

because a young black man
has moved in downstairs.

They're just boys,
I see them on the street every day.

- Ripe for Mr Mosley's cause.
- Or The Hour.

No. We'd be playing right
into Mosley's hands.

If we let them join the debate
on immigration or the Rent Act then...

We'd be giving Mosley's offensive views
the airtime he so dearly wants.

Give him the rope to hang himself
if he wants.

The BBC makes a point
of never broadcasting those views

- and they won't start now.
- Hatred festers if it is ignored.

Don't patronise the public.
Let them decide.

We're recording
in front of the board tomorrow.

I'll certainly be curious to see
what they have say.

Well, I for one shall boycott it.

Never! And let me take centre stage?

Boys.

Don't worry. They do this all the time.

Please, let me show you notre maison.

God!

Miss Delaine.

This way.

It was the first night.

- Mother Courage. Have you ever seen it?
- No.

Brecht makes me want to cut my throat.

But I imagine in French
it's much improved.

I thought you didn't like the theatre?

No, I do a bit.

We stayed up until dawn and then
ate breakfast on the bank of the...

- The Seine?
- Oui.

Then I read him one of my poems
and when I look at him, he's crying.

Aw!

It's very polluted, apparently,
the Seine.

So, how are you finding married life?

- Spectacular.
- I love the house.

It was where Freddie was born.
I like that.

Like his parents are still in the bones.

But he's a terrible husband.
He works all the time.

Miss Rowley, please make sure
he's at home by 7:00 every night.

Well, you marry the man,
you marry the job.

- Well, then I must insist he resign.
- Good idea.

I'll expect your letter on my desk
in the morning.

Oh, I'll get that on my way out.

- Is it that time? Adieu. Adieu.
- I'll be back in a moment.

You don't like her.

No. No, she's...

She's just very French.

You don't like her.
It doesn't matter. I like her.

Presumably that's why you married her.

And Sartre?
You've never read Sartre in your life!

- Yes, I have.
- No, you haven't.

Yes, I have.

And Kerouac. And Ginsberg.
You should read Ginsberg.

- You'd like Ginsberg.
- Fine.

Excuse me, ma'am, is Mr Madden in?

We'd like you to come down
to the police station, please, sir.

- What's he done?
- I'd rather not say, ma'am.

Hector?

Is there some problem, officer?
Some charge?

Allegations of an attack have been
made against you, sir.

- By whom?
- A young lady.

- Oh, my God. Hector.
- Probably best if you come now.

I just need to get my...

What do I tell everyone?

Tell them the office telephoned,
a story's broken.

Hector?

You follow in the car.
Mr Lyon will drive you.

No. The lavatory's at the end.

Ring Commander Stern.
Marnie will give you the number.

Someone's taken leave of their senses.

Miss Delaine, I'm sorry that you've
been hurt in any way.

But your profession is such...

I'm an actress. I'm not...

Yes, well, I apologise.

But it is your word against Mr Madden's,

a very well respected
and successful man.

- Did he punch you?
- Yes.

I would describe it as punching.

And was there any other kind of weapon?

No, his fist was enough.

- Were there any witnesses?
- No, it was early.

- Was it light outside?
- Yes.

But you said it was night.

He's not the only one
I could talk about.

You wouldn't believe
what some of these important men

get up to in their private time.

With no care for the consequences.

Where's my wife?

- The charges are...
- Ridiculous.

They're bloody, bloody ridiculous!

You don't honestly believe I'm capable
of something as despicable as this?

I'm struggling to understand
why she's doing it.

- Let me talk to her.
- No. No. I can do what I can.

But I cannot rush this through
simply because I'm the Commander.

Such allegations have to be
seriously investigated.

The lies of an actress?
She's a singer I picked up in a club.

You're honestly going to take her word
over mine?

I had intimate relations with her, yes.

But I did not hurt her in any way.

Christ, Hector, I saw you that night.
I told you to go home to your wife.

Don't lecture me, Laurie.
You're not married.

What goes on between
a husband and wife...

It's been difficult.
It's been very difficult for some time.

- But after I did go home.
- What time?

It was dark. I don't know, around two?
Marnie can confirm that.

I came home,
I woke her when I went to bed.

- Where the hell she is...
- Christ, Hector.

I didn't bloody do it, Laurie.

You more than anyone know
I'd never do that.

Why is this woman lying?

What if she goes to the press?
It's madness!

Where is she? Where the hell is Marnie?

No.

It was the 8th.

We were doing Sputnik 2.

I had to go to a terrible
engagement party.

He was late the next morning. Hung over.

- I'd just got back.
- God.

He didn't do it.

- I hope you're right.
- Freddie!

Even if he did not do it,
which in my marrow I want to believe,

there is a girl in there
who says he did.

- She's lying!
- Why?

A grudge or...

Or?

Perhaps he told her he'd leave Marnie.

They'd spend their life together.
Perhaps he...

When your wife doesn't show,
it is a bad sign.

Don't.

Beyond this girl's statement,
we need to ask questions.

Has she done this before?
Find the evidence.

Find the flaw in her statement.

What the hell
am I going to tell Randall?

What's she saying?

She claims he attacked her
after a night at El Paradis.

The irony is I was with him
that same night.

I wish now I'd stayed.

- They're very serious allegations.
- And can we see him?

Five minutes. One of you.

Um, I'll be back. I'll be there.

Go home and change. Camille will be...

- Yeah.
- I'll see you back at the office.

The board are in at three.

She's not coming?

Oh, my God.

Could she have gone
to her parents' house?

No.

No, she wouldn't want to upset
the applecart yet.

I could call by the house.

- She's given up on me.
- No.

- I didn't do it.
- No. I know. I know you didn't.

- Supposed to be presenting this NATO...
- It doesn't matter.

Let's just concentrate
on getting you out.

Think back to that evening, this girl.
After El Paradis.

We went to a hotel in Mayfair.

Oh, Christ.

No time for self-pity now, Hector.
You know you didn't do it.

We just have to find out who did.

Oh, God!

Oi!

Now you fit in.

Mrs Lyon...

Come on. Come on.

Hello, The Hour.

Hello. This is Bill Kendall.
Could I speak to Mr Madden, please?

No, you can't.

Now, I had heard you like to have your
fingers over everything, Miss Rowley,

but I did not realise that extended
to answering the telephone.

Well, it's so hard to get good people.
I like to hold on to the ones I've got.

- He's not here.
- Odd.

We had a meeting this morning,
he didn't turn up.

Unbelievable!

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

I'd concentrate on finessing Uncovered,
it could do with it.

And she does jokes as well.

Obviously you're going with
the imminent NATO summit?

Obviously.

That's all you're getting.

I'll go first.

Only the second time since '49 that
all the heads of government have met.

You will be anti-military.

- Don't make assumptions.
- Yes, I'm right.

Well, in an atmosphere of insanity,
where the President of the United States

may not even make the summit...

Macmillan is naturally nervous.

The question is will Eisenhower
plant his missiles in Britain?

Does Eisenhower even have a plan?
Where from? His sickbed?

It's a poker game being played
by lunatics and invalids.

Have dinner with me?

And now you're flirting with me.

Openness, Miss Rowley, on all fronts,
is always my preferred policy.

Although clearly not in your marriage.

How would your wife feel
if you were asking me out?

Or is this business?
Sorry, I never finish before 9:00.

At best it's a bag of chips
on the way home.

Now, if you'll please excuse me,
more pressing matters.

Are you all right there, sir?
Lad is going to show you out.

- Look at you!
- Excuse me. Excuse me.

Mr Lyon! Mr Lyon.

New car, Norman?
Yeah, it is. How are you, Mr Lyon?

- Fine, thank you.
- And your wife?

After the incident. She recovered?

- What?
- Nasty little thug

got her on her doorstep.

They don't like us shifting
the coloureds in.

Don't worry. We're on the lookout.

They don't seem to understand,

where else are our visitors
meant to stay?

Mr Lyon.

It's no wonder people
like yourself, sir,

are moving out of the city
to the new towns.

She's fine. She's fine. A little shaken.
I gave her a brandy.

- Christ.
- I told Sissy to tell your office.

I'll come in today.
I'll do your interview.

Mr Pike.

- They say you're a doctor, Mr Ola.
- Yes.

Your mother must be so proud.

Yeah? One second...

Hello, sir! I'll help you with that.

I hate this country.

Don't hate this country.

I live in this country. And you love me.

- Was it the same lad?
- Yeah.

Freddie, wait.

Oi!

- You!
- Here we go.

Think it's funny? Picking on a woman?

Piss off.

- How old are you?
- Seventeen.

I remember you.
You used to deliver my dad's paper.

Yeah? Proud of you, I'm sure.

Letting out his house to that blacko.

Looking out his window
at his neighbours,

everyone's a nig.

- What would your dad think of that then?
- You tell me.

Mosley says we just need
to borrow more sugar from Jamaica

instead of trading with Cuba.

Then they can all go back to
where they came from.

Ridding Britain of the nigs!

Darkies live on cat food, I've seen 'em.

A prophet or an achiever
must never mind an occasional absurdity.

It is an occupational risk.

Do you actually understand
what you just said?

Yeah.

Fancy saying all that on television?

The Chameleon Club piece?

Um, a positive view
of the interracial social clubs

that are popping up across London.

Examining the face of modern immigration

and the growth of
the anti-fascist movement

in the light of violence on the streets.

Let's hope it'll play well
in front of the board. 3:00 p.m.

- Our budget's under review.
- Yes. I haven't forgotten.

- Mr Lyon, Mr Madden, they here?
- On their way.

Cocktail dress?
Have I missed the party?

Sissy, telephone Mrs Madden.
She's proving elusive.

Tell her I need to speak to her
as soon as possible.

Where is everyone?

And why are you still in evening dress?

Sissy, try McCain's office

when you've finished trying Mrs Madden.

- Out with it.
- We're in trouble.

Major or minor?

Go away!

Hector's, um... Hector's been arrested.

He's been accused of beating
some young girl.

- Where?
- El Paradis.

I'm going there now.

Munchkin, it's better
left to the police.

He didn't do it.

Heroes or villains,
we're all somewhere in between.

The good do bad things and the bad
are sometimes kind to their mothers.

Delaine. Kiki Delaine.

Do you know that name?

Am I to assume that she's a call girl?

Why would someone, anyone,
lie about something like that?

Rich men come in every day,
treating them like dirt.

One day one of them's bound to lash out.

He didn't do it.

Jolly good, sweetheart,
mustn't give power to doubt.

Freddie in? Randall's sniffing around.

- McCain?
- He's not in till 12:00.

Keep trying. He needs to go
to West End Central Police Station.

Miss Rowley...

And Freddie, tell him to knock
that fascist story into shape.

You want to let this stupid Nazi kid
on the television?

Yes.

- You're inhuman.
- Some might say the opposite.

Neither vilify nor condone.

- Aren't you interested? Intrigued?
- Intrigued!

You have no passion. You don't care.

Sorry.

It was soot. It was horrible. I'm sorry.

But do nothing
and he will come back again.

Give him the rope to hang himself.
See what he has to say.

- You don't love me.
- What?

You love your stupid Hour.

You keep telling me to stand taller!
What's taller than this?

She won't withdraw the charges.

We're keeping her here
as long as we can.

The last thing we need is her talking
to the tabloid press.

What does she want? Money?

How much she want? I have money.

The minute you start writing cheques
you're a guilty man.

Now for Christ's sake, you are innocent.
Pull yourself together.

It's all such a mess.

That's where I'm sure
Marnie will help you.

She is not here, Laurie.

And to be frank,
she stopped trusting me a long time ago.

We both know with good reason.
This girl...

This girl is one of many
stupid mistakes I've made.

Now, are you sure you left
when it was dark?

It was night.

If Marnie won't,
then you need to find McCain.

McCain saw me leave.
He was there. He'll vouch for me.

Christ, Laurie, I can't even hold
the bloody thing.

Always could rely on you.

Hollandaise.

As early as 1651, the great cook
Francois Pierre Le Varenne

described a sauce very similar

to this delicious concoction
of butter and eggs.

And there you have it!

Voilà!

Oh!

Quel désastre!

- Perhaps one more time?
- No. That was terrific, Mrs Madden.

Perhaps if you'd like to join us
over here?

Yes, of course. I'll just...

- Mrs Madden?
- Yes.

Duck or swan?

- You walk like Bacall.
- Thank you.

I understand that Mr Madden
is often here?

- You his wife?
- No. His producer.

Ah. Please.

He's in custody.

An incident with a young lady
he met in this club.

That's unfortunate.

These girls work for you.

What they do in their own time
is no business of mine.

But it is mine. I have no frontman.

People say I have a face for television.

- They're wrong.
- Cute.

She's saying that he assaulted her.

These girls are little birds.
They are fragile in these men's hands.

All you can do is advise and guide.

We have stars, politicians,
diplomats here.

They come to relax.

The rest? This is a nice place,
elegant place.

The other stuff? That's not this place.

They are very serious allegations.

- If you have any idea who might...
- I am a businessman.

- And Miss Delaine...
- So you know her name?

...Is such a sweet girl.
She's one of my best.

But ambition gets us all.

She's like a daughter to me.

The kind of girl who can stir
the emotions of a man.

Who did it?

A man who folds his own napkins

and you don't keep track
of your own investments?

I bet you have a past.

I bet you do, too.

Now, what is key to us

is that the viewer is meeting
not only a hostess

but a woman totally in charge
of the home.

In your own life, Mrs Madden,
your husband is a very successful man.

So, what is the secret to your marriage?

I'm sure every wife wonders
what her husband does with his day.

So when he does pass through that door,
one must try to make him feel loved.

Give him no reason to stray

from the hearth and the comfort
of family life.

You have children?

No, but we hope to soon.

- Your husband must be very proud of you.
- Absolutely.

If you could just perhaps give us
a few moments to deliberate, Mrs Madden?

Yes, of course.

Um, do you have a light?

Thank you.

Kiki's got a lot of friends.

Do you know any of them?

- I hear she's an actress.
- Yes.

Yes, Miss Delaine's a very good actress.

Theatre? Film?

More... artistic photographs.

You can pick them up in any
of the speciality bookshops around here.

If you know how to ask.

Do you know who attacked her?

Whoever it was didn't like those photos.

I like your hair.

What dye do you use?

- Silver ash or American birch?
- Neither.

Mr Wengrow, Miss Rowley,
on your travels, seen her around?

- I have.
- And Mr Lyon?

Present and correct.

- Ready for this afternoon?
- Yes.

I just need to sort...

We have contributors,

very interesting contributors coming in.

- Contributors?
- Mmm-hmm.

Sissy!

- Why are you following me?
- Update.

NATO's summit still going with
the anti-military angle.

Any sense of what Uncovered
is running with?

I've got Mr Kendall coming in later.

They're less interested in the summit
as a forum for political debate.

As to be expected.

- Miss Cooper. Mr Madden?
- Newsroom.

- Just now?
- Yes.

That's odd, I was just there.

Shall we go back there
and see what he thinks?

- How's Mrs Lyon? Sey told me.
- Fine.

Fine. She's fine, thank you.

- Is Miss Rowley back yet?
- No.

This afternoon there will be a
young man coming in...

- What, Sey? Yes, I know.
- No. No. Someone else.

Who?

- I'm just, uh, firming up the details.
- Hmm.

- Isaac's writing a play.
- What kind of play?

Um, domestic, in a way.
Kitchen sink. In that genre.

- You haven't written it yet?
- I have a title.

Get me 20 pages by the end of the week.

I'll read it for you, if you like.

Mr Lyon, I hope you don't think me rude,

it's just a very different kind
of writing. The dramatic form.

Mr Mackie in Drama said
he'd give it the once-over.

- Did he?
- But thanks for the offer.

- It's just he's a bit experienced.
- Yeah.

And he's published.

You lost, love?

- So, I've been summoned.
- Hmm.

Randall...

You've been sniffing around my team.
I'd rather you didn't do that.

- Mr Madden's the best out there.
- You'll ruin his career.

You'll give him six months on Uncovered,

then he'll be earmarked
for light entertainment.

He'll be in a sparkly suit,
spinning a cardboard roulette wheel

on a quiz show by next Christmas.

I can assure you I want Mr Madden
for more than his croupier skills.

He is highly corruptible.

I'm sure he'll take whatever is offered.

He's also very self-destructive.
Brilliant people often are.

Too much money is bad for him.
That's why I'd rather you didn't.

And if I do?

Your producer has already said
she'll hunt me down.

That's covered, then. Good luck.

I'm sure she'll take you a few rounds.

May I help you?

I'm looking for some literature
for my husband.

Sorry?

- Something artistic.
- Sorry, I don't know what you mean.

I think you do.

Let me have a look.

- Yes.
- Thank you.

What I can tell you is that
he was clearly very drunk.

I left. I presume he stayed.

What happened thereafter,
your guess is as good as mine.

Um, however,

I have been very worried
about Mr Madden of late.

He's not been himself.

The great pity with London
is that with all its exotic flavours,

a man such as Mr Madden
can so easily be led astray.

Thanks for that.

I thought Hector was a friend of yours?

You know he is not capable of this.

I will say whatever is needed to
preserve my position, Commander.

What is more, I will ensure that
if my name is even mentioned

outside the interview room,

this story will be in the press
by the end of the day.

Now, you wouldn't want your association
with Mr Madden to impair your future.

After all, I hear you are earmarked
for Commissioner?

I presume I will see you tonight
at the McLaren ball?

Good, good.

- Sissy. Did you get Mr...
- Drayton?

- A cup of tea?
- No.

I don't know what you were
thinking of, Mr Lyon,

but I'm not telling Sey that you
want to put him on with a fascist.

Isaac, would you see Mr Drayton
down to the set, please?

Dr Ola. Good afternoon.
Nice to meet you.

This way, please.

So, Miss Cooper's young man
is coming in.

- Yes, that's right.
- Interesting.

- One of Mr Lyon's contributors?
- I believe so.

So let's run that after the summit.

Because in truth the BBC board members

are only here to gawk
at our star, Mr Madden.

So let's polish him up and make him
shine for us in our hour of need.

Our budgets are down.
I'd like to get it up.

All right. Very good.

No. You don't get away that easily.

Head of News and no idea
what news I'm head of?

Fine.

When I tell you this,
in normal circumstances

it would have you rearranging
the paperclips on my desk.

But try, please.

Just try to receive this news
with a sense of composure and calm

and trust that good sense
and the law will prevail.

And please do not do
what you normally do.

Where have you been?

Buying pornography. And you?

- Picking up fascists.
- Oh, marvellous.

Apparently she did photographs.

Artistic ones.

- I thought maybe if I found them then...
- What?

What did you think?

I don't know.
I don't know what I thought.

I thought they might lead us
to whoever did this.

Perhaps I thought that if I could find
the girl in these photos,

if I could show them to the police,

then they would see that she was lying.

But all I can see
are the men who buy these photos

and the men who make money
from these photos.

And worse, I thought about Hector.

What if he did do it, Freddie?

What if we don't know him at all?

We just have to hope we do.

And what's that bloody fascist
doing here?

- No!
- Just go with me on this, please.

Ah, almost a full house.

Shall we take stock in my office?

The young gentlemen
I just saw going down with Mr Wengrow?

He's a young fascist.

And the other gentlemen is
Miss Cooper's young man, I understand.

He's a doctor.

Mr Lyon is going to interview them both.

And they've both agreed?

Are you aware the board members
will be here any minute?

Yes. Yes, we are.

- Your other chap, Mr, um...
- Drayton.

- Fascists don't normally play very well.
- He's a kid.

- Fascist.
- With grievances.

You are aware of BBC policy regarding
the broadcast of fascist views?

- Sub-policy.
- Freddie.

It's an unwritten rule,
it's not policy and therefore...

There might be better days
to test run this as an idea.

- Sundays are good.
- We don't work Sundays.

You're getting my drift.

What better way to see if we can do it
than to show the board first?

The board's here.

Mr Brown is saying no
to freedom of speech on The Hour.

How passé.

Fine. But just because I'm curious.

- And Mr Madden should be...
- On his way.

Don't kid a kidder, kid.

Marnie. Where have you been?

I had a meeting with
Name That Dinner Guest.

- I'm sorry?
- It's a new programme.

The doorbell rings and each week
there's a different guest.

As hostess, I cook for them
and you have to guess who it is

and what we're going to eat.

I got it.

But it's all right, I'm here now

and I expect you'll want
to interview me.

This is where we'll be doing
the tele-recording.

Oh, yes.

- No Mr Madden today?
- It seems not.

Would you care to take a seat,
gentlemen?

Hector was late.

I'd made him Coq au Vin.

But he didn't come home,
so I went to bed.

We are fortunate today
to have two sides

of a very potent debate on immigration.

Mr Lyon and Mr Wengrow
will be tele-recording

one of the key pieces that we may show
on Friday's programme.

I heard the door go and...

It was dark outside.

His feet were cold.

I was angry at him.

I didn't say, but no one likes
to be woken in the middle of the night.

Cold feet rubbing with mine.

But he was home.

He was definitely home.

I do so hate it
when it's icy and he drives.

I'd like to begin by introducing
Dr Sey Ola.

Mr Lyon, I'm not sure
this is a good idea.

Look, all you have to do is talk
about your experiences.

- This isn't a debate.
- He attacked your wife this morning.

Yes, and she more than anyone
would like to hear why.

And you'd allow him the opportunity
to rally more boys to do the same?

- Mr Lyon...
- No, I'm sorry.

Who's this?

Um, Mr Trevor Drayton, Lord Reeves.

He's a member of the British
Defence Union.

A fascist?

You're giving airtime to a fascist?

Essentially, yes.

- I'm sorry, but no.
- Sey.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry, they didn't tell me.

Liar!

- Sign her out.
- Stupid tart.

- What did you say?
- Sorry, sir.

Let's go with Mr Drayton, hmm?

And try to keep the board members
out of his eye-line.

Mr Brown, forgive me, but a number
of us fought in the war.

And to watch you effectively trade
the views of Dr Ola

for this young man, this fascist,

quite honestly, our viewers
will struggle to stomach it.

Would you rather we ignore these views?

Ring up Uncovered this week,

ask them what they're running.

I promise you there won't be
a single story

that grabs you in the way
that this one will.

The Hour is prized for breaking ground.

What could be more innovative
than being the first to witness

the face of interracial Britain,
good or bad?

I want this to feel as natural
as possible, just me and him.

Like it's a conversation
you're lucky to be earwigging.

As we have no Mr Madden,

think of this as an opportunity
to say yay or nay

to this obviously controversial item.

And roll cameras.

No, it's all right, I'll drive.

Mr Madden... Mr Madden.

- Would you mind? For me wife?
- Of course.

There you are.

Marnie...

I don't want to know
whether you did it or not.

It doesn't matter.

- You know I wouldn't...
- No, I don't.

And what kind of husband does that make
you when your own wife doubts you?

Even when you're not lying, for once.

We won't talk about this again

but you need to know that while
our marriage may be intact on paper,

it's over for me, Hector.

We will smile and
be the perfect man and wife

but 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.

I will do what I like.

Miss Rowley came and
fought for you today, no doubt.

It's ridiculous.

Two sane, beautiful women wasted on you.

Aren't you ashamed, the way you have us
all fawning at your feet?

I presume you want to go back
to the office?

I imagine your friends will be very
relieved to hear of your lucky escape.

We're not fascists. We're nationalists.

We've let in 90,000 immigrants
from alien races

in the last five years.

West Indians, Africans,
Asians in our midst.

They take our jobs,
they move into our houses,

they have interracial relationships.

It is a bastardisation of our country
by an unchecked immigrant community.

And so you attack them?

These people have come here
in search of a better life,

they've come here in search
of employment.

Yeah, yeah, employment that
we should be helping them find at home.

Can we have the first slide,
please, Isaac?

This young woman.
Where do you think she's from?

- Somewhere in Africa?
- Actually, Forest Hill.

And this young woman,
where do you think she's from?

She's a Londoner

but her grandfather was Russian
and fled the pogroms.

Where would you like to see this
young woman repatriated to?

And this man.

He's one of 300 men who served with
the RAF during the Second World War.

All of these people believe
in democracy

and some of them, as you can see,
have even fought for the country

that they now consider to be their home.

Did you fight for your country?

No. No, I didn't think so.

No, Dr Ola did bring
his skills as a doctor to Great Britain.

This man has more than proved
himself worthy of our country's support

so I would like to ask him
if he's disappointed

with the views expressed
by this young man?

Yes.

But then, it also... It also reminds me

why I wanted to come
to this country in the first place.

This interview affirms for me
the strength of the British democracy.

And when someone is angry,
someone does not always appreciate that.

As a country, Britain has always thrived
on open discussion and debate.

That this young man
can say this sort of thing

and that he is free to say it...

It marks for me the power
of the British democratic system.

That it is strong enough
to face this fever,

to fight this rancid, toxic,
racist disease

and to come out of it so strong.

That is the country
where I want to live.

That is where my home is.

Tele-record finished.
Thank you, gentlemen.

Oh, Mr Madden!

Sey Ola, that was remarkable,
thank you very much.

Lord Reeves, Mr Hector Madden.

We didn't think you were coming.

Excuse me.

Mr Madden always pulls it out
of the bag at the eleventh hour.

That was brilliant, Freddie, well done.

But I have to talk to you about
what we're going to do tomorrow.

Mr Wengrow, I need...

I used to know a boy like you

filled with hate.

It just became so damned exhausting.

Not bad.
You might just have won them over.

Isaac, will you see Trevor out, please?

Mr Pike paid me.

- What?
- Mr Pike paid me

to dump soot on your wife.

- I'm sorry?
- He's got his eye on your house.

And you don't say no to Mr Pike.

That's me done for.

- I'd bump up the Chameleon Club.
- Really?

You are deliberately perverse, Mr Brown.

NATO's summit is the story.

And it will still be there tomorrow.

Fascists on the BBC? Now, that is news.

Is this what we have to look forward to,
continuous controversy?

Watch Uncovered poach the story
and run with it next week.

You know their producer rang me
and asked me out for dinner?

Bill Kendall? Hmm.

He was in earlier.

- Was he?
- I used to know his wife.

Picture editor.
She was such a pretty girl.

- Was?
- She died.

About a year ago.

She left a little girl,
I seem to remember.

Funny little thing. Terribly sad.

Straight home to bed tonight,
eh, Hector?

Thank you.

I am presuming today won't rebound
on us, Mr Madden.

No, Mr Brown.

The clock is ticking on you,
It really is.

- Don't work too late.
- Always.

- Old enough to be her father.
- Yes.

- Why did you do that?
- Why not?

Got your attention, though, didn't I?

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

I'm sorry.

Aren't I always kind to you?

- Aren't I always nice to you?
- I hate it.

- I hate the way that you live.
- It's acting.

- No, it's not.
- It's acting of sorts.

It costs if you want me
just to be yours.

Beats cigarette cards.

It's not funny.

Well, no one makes them do it.

Oh, what?
They look like they're having fun?

- They get paid.
- Oh, I doubt for every copy.

Fifteen bob for six photographs?

God, you don't even care, do you?

This girl, this sad, stupid,
ambitious girl got beaten up.

If it wasn't you, then who was it?

- Hector, really. You don't want to know?
- Yes.

Then ask yourself, if Miss Delaine
was posing for these photographs,

then why? What for?

Is that all she is?

- Is that all any of us are to you?
- No.

You've got brains as well.

Sorry. Sorry.

Look, I...

I came to say thank you for today and...

- I'm sorry I'm so disappointing.
- No, just get out.

I don't want to see your face
this evening.

Right.

Go to El Paradis tomorrow.

Try and see if any of these girls
work there. Maybe they'll talk.

Who took these photographs?

Who distributes them?
Someone must be in charge.

Why do these girls accept so little?

And what did she do
to get beaten like that?

Maybe just that.

Actually there's a touch of Brando
about him.

Mr Cilenti.

I'd better get back to Camille.
She threw a cup at me.

How's her aim?

Good.

- She'll forgive me.
- Why?

Because when she stops being angry
she'll love me for it.

It's just the way things are with us.

- Good night.
- I wish you'd told me.

Before you did such a stupid...

st... stupid...

wonderful thing.

And what would you have done?

Those are unsubstantiated figures.
Those are...

Those are unsubstantiated figures.

We'd like to show you some photographs.
We would like...

We'd like to show you some photographs,
Mr Drayton.

Those figures are unsubstantiated.

Yes.

We'd like to show you some
photographs, Mr Drayton.

We'd like to show you some photographs.

Oh, I didn't see you there, Mr Madden.

That's all right, Miss...

Peters. I'm new.
On loan from the typing pool.

- Want a light on?
- No, thank you, Miss Peters.

It's so much more fun in the dark.

I was just leaving
for the night, anyway.

Commander, nice to see you tonight.

It's very difficult.

These crimes de passion.

I know you're a very passionate man.

You care. Too much.

These are only photographs.

You get to touch the real thing.

I want her looked after.

Never underestimate how much
I know about your business practices.

I could close you down tonight.

Are you trying to blackmail me?

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

Always welcome here, Commander,

but everyone has to pay
for their drinks.

Even you.

You're like woodworm working your way
through the legs of my chair.

Dare you sit?

Please don't tell me you've been here
all afternoon.

- Then I was in search of Mr Madden.
- And now?

Chips?

Take them. They're burning my hand.

Waiting to make history.

Britain's first hydrogen bomb
is about to be exploded.

From this day, Britain will rank beside
America and Russia

as a major nuclear power.

"I saw the best minds of my generation

"destroyed by madness,

"starving, hysterical, naked.

"Dragging themselves through
the negro streets at dawn,

"looking for an angry fix."

Mr Madden, welcome back.

Give me a front table.
I've got nothing to hide.

Touch my lips

So tenderly

Softly, softly

Turn the key

And open up

My heart