All language subtitles for The Hour (2011) S02E03

- Mr Lyon, what a wonderful surprise.
- Mr Cilenti.

We are honoured
that you join us tonight.

It seems we're in good company.

I've seen four Cabinet ministers

and Tommy Trinder
and it's barely 10 o'clock.

How did you know I was French?

Two things define the greatness
of a country.

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

- Are you meeting someone?
- No, simply curious.

Enjoy your evening. My regards
to Miss Rowley and to Mr Madden.

- He's normally in by now.
- He never learns.

You like oysters? I'll send some over.
We have a new chef, also French.

- Stop flirting.
- Impossible.

Save me a glass.

What to do about the hydrogen bomb?

Can the nations effectively ban
all nuclear weapons

or must we hope
as they rush towards destruction,

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

Oh, make no mistake, Great Britain
is in the biggest danger of all,

our cities wide open,

while legislators hope that
in the world peace efforts,

something will turn up.

Slowly, ordinary people are realising

that with bomber bases
crowding this island,

Britain is nuclear target number one.

Excuse me. Sorry.

You don't know me but I think you
may have met my colleague,

Miss Rowley from The Hour?

This is probably
not the best place to talk.

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

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

- She's not in tonight.
- Might she be in tomorrow?

Miss Delaine has been very badly hurt.
Does that not concern you?

Mr Cilenti. Do you know
what he thinks about the attack?

None of my business.

I'm going to offer you a light.

Sorry, sir, I'm not on tonight

but I'm sure one of the girls
can help you out.

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

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

Mashed.

Mmm.

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

mashed for every day.

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

Pearl swirl.
Yes, it gives a nice sheen over the top.

This is television, Alistair,
not the village fete.

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

Yes.

Um... Alistair, you wicked man!

No, I will tell.

Honest.

Oh! Police report.

Miss Delaine's accusations
against Hector.

- How did you get hold of this?
- Feminine guile.

Five bob and a pint. Well?

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

Then where the hell has she gone?
And why would she do this?

Page 3, paragraph 7. I've marked it.

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

"get up to in their private time,
not caring about the consequences."

Sounds like a threat.

It certainly backfired.

No one at the club
wants to talk about her.

- But I did speak to...
- The dark girl?

Yes. She declined a conversation
but took my card.

Camille fared better.

A bottle of champagne
and several oysters

and she discovered that
the cocktail waitress was from Lyon.

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

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

- Did you get a number?
- And an address.

She is good.

Ten minutes, ladies and gentlemen.
Editorial conference in 10 minutes.

Oh, good morning, Mr Madden.

What news from Washington
about the terms?

- The terms, Barnaby. Yes, the terms.
- Bad line?

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

Had a chunk out of his head
at El Alamein.

- There's another bottle over there.
- Thanks. I'll replace it.

- Don't encourage him.
- He hardly needs encouragement.

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

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

One is left feeling rather nervous.

Whatever happened
to a good old-fashioned war?

Barnaby McDonald?

Barnaby, what I... Barnaby?

Damn. He's gone.

Unchanged, unhinged and concerned
about the agreement

to house American weapons here.

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

the rest is surely not far behind.

- We may yet find ourselves grateful.
- Grateful for what?

War. It narrows the aperture,
insists on focus.

We dwell on things
we cannot bear to leave undone.

Will you be partaking of the mince pies
and jollity this evening, Miss Storm?

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

- Although the children are very sweet.
- Indeed.

Do you think Tommy Steele will be there?

Tommy Steele? No.

No, I imagine the calibre will be more

the Secretary of State
for Coal and Steel.

But in either case,
I've promised to report in full.

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

- The Goldmans have given notice.
- No. Why?

Oh, they say they want a garden

but really they're fed up
with having their window boxes smashed.

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

Driving out sitting tenants
through intimidation

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

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

One way to build a ghetto.

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

Running order.
To lead, the Wolfenden Report,

or the Vice Report, as the popular
press are now calling it.

Had its first debate in Parliament
last week. Mr Wengrow?

The Committee's major recommendation

that homosexual acts between
consensual adults in private

should no longer be
a criminal offence...

Oh, darling, you shouldn't have.

It was rejected by the government
with scarcely even a discussion.

After three years of deliberation
by the Committee,

the government simply shut down
the matter in one afternoon.

Adultery, fornication, lesbianism...

...are all considered sins
but not crimes.

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

and will continue to be prosecuted.
As discussed, it falls to us to ask why.

No home secretary
wants to go down in history

as the man who legalised buggery.

- Contributors?
- No, no one.

There must be someone.

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

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

We broke new ground with the fascist.

Two hundred letters of complaint
on that alone.

So...

- Let's do it.
- My interview?

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

Good, great. Uh, anything else?

Yes, I would like to talk...

Well, no.
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Run-through is tomorrow at 3:00.

- Hello.
- I wasn't going to come.

Um, shut the door, Freddie.

- I've not come to talk. I've not...
- You're all right here.

I'm only here for Miss Delaine.
I haven't heard from her for a week.

Cleared everything from the flat,
dressing room,

scraped off all her makeup and...

Have you been to the police?

You don't know anything.
Happens all the time.

We had a girl from... Didn't speak
a lot of English, drank too much,

made a scene in front of the guests
one too many times...

I'm sorry.

And that was it. Gone.

We're all dispensable
and we all stay silent.

Excuse me.

Brilliant. Thanks, Hector.

What are you doing?

How the hell did you get this?

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

She was going to talk.

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

- Miss Delaine is missing.
- Look, can't you just leave well alone?

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

Oh, for God's sake.

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

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

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

Convenient she's out of the way.

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

I have a sense that the management
of El Paradis feel the same.

Mr Cilenti is a businessman.

So, don't let your imaginations
carry you away. She'll be fine.

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

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

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

just the club and her flat.

I was hoping to draw a line
under all this

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

Hector, what she did to you
was appalling

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

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

Not yet. But it might be.

A vice business left to flourish,
the legitimisation of a known criminal

and a system that allows it to happen.

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

What next?

Mr Hawtree. He might know where she is.

Yes.

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

but then again they never got
what you get.

What's that?

The peculiar adulation that
attaches to a recognisable face.

Who would have thought
the media would produce stars?

- It really is terribly...
- Valuable.

To any broadcaster who wants
to attract viewers.

Distracting. And disastrous
to somebody of your disposition.

And what disposition is that?

It is not my primary consideration

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

Recent pressures may have
affected your focus

but you remain a first-rate journalist

and you must decide
what is best for you.

A journalist? I thought you
considered me a mere frontman.

No. That, I think,
is what you consider yourself.

Hector Madden for you, sir.

Hello, Hector.

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

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

- Missing? What do you mean?
- I've no idea.

Miss Rowley's conclusion.
Mr Lyon's been looking into it

and no doubt he'll ferret out
what's happened to her

but it's left me exposed.

An officer sold my team
the police report

- and now they're asking questions.
- What questions?

Well, perfectly good questions,
truth be told.

The sort of questions
any good journalist should be asking.

But the whole incident is throwing a
light on El Paradis and its clientele

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

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

- Are you there?
- Yes, yes, of course.

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

No, of course not.

Well, don't spare me the truth, Laurie.
Is there anything I should be afraid of?

I hope not, Hector.

But as I explained to you before,

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

My office has been watching
Mr Cilenti for some time.

He is not a man to be toyed with.

The extent of his influence
and criminal activity

should not be underestimated.

Leave it with me

and I advise you to tell Mr Lyon
to do the same if he's got any sense.

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

Now, tell me, are you going to break
away from the mundanity of your day

and sneak out for a drink this evening?

I have the invite here on my desk,

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

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

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

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

Miss Rowley, Mr Kendall called,
asking if you were going this afternoon?

Thank you, Isaac.

- Did you know Isaac was writing a play?
- I did.

- Mr Mackie in drama has reported.
- What's the verdict?

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

- Pithy. That's good.
- Yes, that's what I said.

Pith is the bit you spit out.

Mr Kendall called.

Whose move next?
Yours or the merry widower?

Not biting.

Damn Wolfenden. I've asked everyone.

- The usual mavericks?
- Everyone.

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

Yes, you're welcome to
any or all of these

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

I'm positively Amazonian
compared to you.

How do you work with that
looming over you?

We're all work
with that looming over us.

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

By this time next year,
every one of those countries

will be committed to nuclear armament.

The repercussions will be felt
by all our children.

We don't have children.

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

Enjoy the party.

Good afternoon, sir.
I'm sorry to disturb you,

I'm looking for a Mr Hawtree.

I'm Hawtree. Does that help?

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

My goodness. I'm sure that's
nothing to do with me.

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

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

Well, to tell the truth, sir,

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

I'm looking for one particular girl.

- Police?
- No. No. No. She's my girlfriend.

We fought. I'm just trying to find her.

Her name's Kiki Delaine.

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

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

Um, can I see her pictures?

I hope you're not the jealous sort.

These are very elegant.

Yes, though he prefers them less risqué.

- Who?
- Mr Cilenti.

Red ticket, 95.

Lucky lady.

- Thank you.
- Congratulations.

Well done.

Yellow ticket, 83.

- Hello.
- Hello, Freddie.

Why do I never get asked to give
out prizes?

- Better to collect them, I find.
- Hmm.

Now, that is an exhilarating team,

- of which you own 50%.
- With eyes on the other half.

And we were having such a nice time.

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

Red ticket, 112.

Ladies and gentleman, don't be shy.
Ah, Commander Stern.

Congratulations!

I am officially one of life's losers.

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

losing every tombola
that my daughter's dragged me to.

- You've got children?
- Singular. She's eight.

Delightful. Bel loves children!

- Bill.
- Jonathan.

I haven't seen you for so long.

- He's obviously charming.
- Very.

And a daughter!

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

or does inspiration
strike you in the moment?

Oh, deflection, Moneypenny.
Very, very revealing.

Ah!

And I said, "Alistair,

"I'm not going to serve fish roe
masquerading as caviar

"to a man with a CBE."

- Darling, I thought I'd lost you.
- Darling!

Oh, excuse us.

- You're drunk.
- Who are they?

Sponsors. Advertisers.
I was invited here by ITV.

The people I work for.

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

Hang on.

I've earned this, Hector.
I'm here in my own right.

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

Don't you dare spoil this for me.

Oh, aren't you pretty today?
What's your name?

- It's Angela.
- Angela.

- I stole it.
- Yes.

- Returned now.
- Thank you.

It is odd.

When we've known each other
as long as you and I have...

I don't particularly want to...

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

- The past...
- Festers if it's never spoken of.

You see, I have lied to you.

In a way. Not lied, but there's
a form of deceit in my return.

- Please...
- Have you ever looked for her?

- I'm going now.
- Because I have.

- I do not want to talk about...
- I do.

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

I presume you registered her in Spain.

So I started in Granada,
then I moved to Madrid.

- There's a...
- Barcelona.

I registered her in Barcelona after...

After that, I took her to Paris.

Right. Do you still have it?

- It would be a help to see it.
- We did what we had to do.

Civil war is no place for...

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

Return to England,
an unmarried woman with a child?

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

Do you ever wake up
at 4:00 in the morning

and wonder if she thinks of us,
wonder what our life was? I do.

That's what I live with.

Then it suddenly occurred to me,
I don't have to.

So I am looking for her.

And I'm asking if you
if you wish to look for her, too.

And if you don't, the least you could
do, if you have the birth certificate...

- She'll make a wonderful mother.
- Won't she?

Just not with me.

Oh, I bet you'll all look wonderful
in the pictures.

Miss Rowley and Mr Lyon
seem to be enjoying themselves.

They're both still preoccupied
with that bloody girl.

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

It seems wholly unnecessary
to open it all up again.

You know, the wonderful element to news
is as important as it is in the moment,

it's just another story by the next day.

Interest always wanes.

Ease off the whisky, eh?
You never learn.

There were more.

- When did he last see her?
- Not recently.

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

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

If you knew she had more to say,
you wouldn't want her running round town

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

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

This seems a very serious conversation
for a Christmas party.

And I thought it was an opportunity
to, um, show the caring side of us all.

Hmm.

Yes, Hector tells me you're still

looking into that business
with Miss Delaine.

It's a rather murky world,
it's probably best left to the police.

Best for whom?

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

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

Vice is the greatest challenge facing
the Metropolitan Police today.

Our progress is somewhat
disheartening but...

What do you know about
El Paradis and its proprietor?

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

He undoubtedly has a chequered past

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

Mr Stern, one more thing.
And then I promise you can relax.

What's your position on Wolfenden?

Well, I happen to agree very strongly
with the government's stance.

Homosexuality is of course a crime.

Vice is not something
that can go unpunished.

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

If a man of your standing

could speak out with the passion
you've just displayed, Mr Stern...

Appeal to my vanity?

You'd be surprised how often it works.

- Wouldn't have to wear makeup, would I?
- You'd be fine just as you are.

Well, why not?

Oh! You won!

Yes. Lucky ticket.

It's a wonderful thing seeing
the children enjoying themselves.

Hector. Good to see you.

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

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

Yes, don't quite follow you, brother.

Think you're on a frolic
of your own there.

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

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

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

Would you excuse me just for a moment?
Excuse me.

I merely declined to become
involved in a mess

that had nothing to do with me.

We must all take responsibility
for our actions.

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

Haven't you heard?
The government rejected Wolfenden.

So if there's anyone the police
might be taking an interest in

for that night, it was you.

Diabolical, Hector. Diabolical.

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

Will you oblige?

The government wants to keep
the status quo

but I wonder whether you might
have an alternate view?

- You are drunk...
- And you are a bloody hypocrite!

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

- Come on, come on.
- Splendid.

Leave it. Sleep it off.

You leaving?

- Delightful though it was.
- Are you really leading with Wolfenden?

How did you know that?

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

coming from your general direction.

I know a chap who's been instrumental

in campaigning for civil rights
for homosexuals.

I could... give you his details.

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

Do you want it or not?

Think of it as payback,
if we do get Mr Madden.

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

He'll sleep it off.

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

I don't see it as that.

You see, I believe that journalists
who share their contacts

are ultimately rewarded.

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

if that's all right with you.

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

Yes, of course. Come on.

Let's get you to bed.

Come on, sailor.

- You're a good pal, Laurie.
- Yeah, yeah.

You are.

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

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

No, I won't hear that!

You always lack confidence with women.

It's always the same.

Those God-awful brothels in Italy.

- Oh, I should never have left the army.
- Don't be ridiculous.

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

I'd give anything to go back,
so would you. Admit it.

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

You need to get yourself a girl.

You got a girl, Lieutenant?

Never know with you.
You keep it all so closed up.

Locked.

Come on, you old drunk.

Love. You ever loved?

Yeah, once.

- She love you back?
- No, I think not.

You can't let her go?

- No. That's it.
- Locked.

Those girls in Trieste. Remember?

- Bernadetta. Juliana.
- Come on.

- Lie on your side.
- Evelina.

No, it wasn't Evelina.

- Go to sleep.
- What was her name?

Juliana. Bernadetta. Eve...

Emeline.

I'm so lost, Laurie.

I'm so bloody lost.

You go to sleep.

Thank you.

- He is better than this.
- Hmm.

He'll be fine in the morning.

- Coffee?
- Better not.

Duty calls.

Something like that.

Miss Ramirez...

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

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

Is there anywhere she could be?

Miss Ramirez, she could be dead.

She's here. She's more than fine.

You might catch her if you're quick
enough. She's wearing a very nice mink.

- Miss Delaine!
- Mr Lyon, this is a nice club.

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

please, leave your work elsewhere...

Sorry, but my work is everywhere
but elsewhere.

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

But do become a frequent visitor.

I encourage you to make
yourself at home.

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

You know, drink my champagne,
eat my oysters.

Hey, here.

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

Come on.

Sir, madam, very nice to meet you.

- You look extremely well.
- Very well, thank you.

Enjoy yourself.

- Okay.
- Thanks.

Good night.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

Great.

Can you follow that car, please?

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

- Bel!
- Oh, sorry.

- No. Come in.
- No. I don't want to disturb you.

- I was just looking for Freddie.
- I don't know where he is.

- I thought he was with you.
- No. Sorry, I'll go.

No. No, really. Please, come in.

Brandy?

It's... It's very nice.

Are you enjoying it? Casino Royale?

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

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

I hate it. Horrible, horrible, horrible.

And so pointless.

Um... I think that's the point.

I'm home!

Freddie!

- Where have you been?
- I've been at El Paradis.

- And?
- What are you doing here?

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

It's from Cilenti.

- How do you know?
- I just do.

I've found her. Miss Delaine.

- She's alive?
- Very much so.

- Well, tell me. Tell all.
- You're shivering.

I'm fine, go on.

Well, I followed her to a townhouse
in Mayfair.

- I didn't wake you up?
- No.

No.

- You smell of, um...
- You bought it for me.

Nearly finished the bottle.

- You staying?
- Um...

No. No, not tonight.

I just wanted to make sure
you're safe and sound.

Always.

Oh!

- Merry Christmas.
- Oh, I love it.

Really?

Come and lie with me.

All right.

Freddie? Here.

- Plenty of time to find another tenant.
- Please reconsider.

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

We're joining the migration north.

- Where to?
- Colindale.

It's deserted. Absolutely nothing there.

We can't give in to intimidation,
Mrs Goldman.

Please take this back, come on.

- We can't let them win.
- I'm sorry, Freddie.

Had some upsetting news, Mr Lyon?

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

What for, Mr Lyon?

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

- You paid Trevor to assault her.
- I wouldn't believe a boy like that.

- Well, we're not going anywhere.
- He who resists change...

I was born here!

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

You should know that.

Not at all the place it once was.

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

It's just us and the money.

- I heard there was a scene.
- Oh, no, no, nothing like that.

It was enough.

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

Are we agreed?

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

Like it or not, he is one of the main
reasons that people watch The Hour.

It's a debate.
We need sharpness of mind.

That does not go hand in hand

with dehydration, nausea
and waves of self-loathing.

And Hector?

He should be shunted
into the sidelines until...

Until?

Contracts are up at the start
of the new year.

Miss Delaine, I...

- Miss Delaine!
- Stop banging.

- Go away or I'll call the police.
- What for, this time?

Come on, Miss Delaine.

Just five minutes, please!

Miss Delaine!

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

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

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

I hate cooking but she's beautiful.

Is he your boyfriend?

- The man at the club?
- They all think they're my boyfriend.

Well, you're someone's.

It's a pretty powerful clientele
at El Paradis.

Mr. Cilenti's all about people.

I'm going out in a minute.

Do you know how worried
Miss Ramirez was about you?

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

Yes, you are.

You're better-looking in real life.

- I'm here to help.
- No, you're not.

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

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

You're going round investigating me.

I could say you done something to me
this second, if I wanted.

Why would you do that?

Anyone can say anything, can't they?

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

Value for who?

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

You do what you have to do
in this world.

You make your move
and you get where you want to go.

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

He hurt me that day
but it all healed up.

Look, can't see nothing.

Who? Who hurt you?

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

Really I'm not.

Look where I am.

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

That's very pretty.

- Present.
- Really?

They look very much in love.

Can you go now, please?

I want you to go.

Glad to see
you're walking straight today.

Just about.

Hello.

Well, well, this is suitably glamorous.

In here please, Mr Grey.

Who's that? An actor?

Peter Grey, co-founder of the League
For Homosexual Law Reform.

- A homosexual?
- Yes, Mr Wengrow.

- Remarkable. Looks just like you or I.
- On the programme?

Mr Wengrow, if we're making
a programme about birds,

who would we contact?

The Royal Society
for the Protection of...

Birds. Exactly.
But we would not go on to assume

that the spokesman they sent us
was themselves feathered with a beak.

- Hector in?
- On time for once.

Um, Sophie, could you...

Thank you.

How to get revenge against a man
who beat you?

Accuse his best friend.

What's this? Shakespeare?

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

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

What are you talking about?

I've just been with Miss Delaine.

She is being kept in some style.
Who might that be by?

I don't know what you're talking about.

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

A powerful man, a man with contacts,

a man with influence,
a man who would use that influence.

- No, I won't hear it.
- Come on.

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

The prize he won, remember?
That bloody horrendous ornament?

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

How?

Fifteen minutes to air, everyone.

What do you want from me, Freddie?

Mr Stern is having
an intimate relationship with a woman

who as good as belongs to Mr Cilenti.

Which can only mean your friend
must be turning a blind eye

to the man's misdeeds.

- Must be?
- It's organised crime, Hector.

Police corruption.

Cilenti's got a leading police commander
in his pocket.

- On what evidence?
- Oh!

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

You know it's true.

A man errs, a man errs so badly

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

But stupidity, reckless stupidity...

- No.
- How do you know?

He helped me.
I could have gone to prison.

He helped you to help himself.

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

- Everything all right?
- Yes.

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

Pick up NATO.

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

Perhaps it's for the best.

Oh God, debating the rights and wrongs
of the permissive society?

How can one trust him?
How can one trust anything he says now?

- We can't have him on the programme.
- We can and we will.

Fine, but I interview him.

Sorry.

- Hector should present Wolfenden.
- What?

You'll have to trust me.

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

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

- He wants Hector out.
- But you don't. So defy Randall.

- Is he half-cut?
- No.

He won't let us down.

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

Who pays the rent,
whether it's a freehold...

Soon as possible, please, thank you.

Ah, Randall. I, um...

I thought of translating it for you,

then I seemed to remember
that your Spanish was pretty...

Appalling.

I'll muddle through.

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

Thank you.

Places, please.

- All right?
- Come on, come on, come on.

Thank you.

What's going on?

Um, Mr Madden
is presenting Wolfenden.

- I specifically said I want...
- Mr Lyon is insistent.

You are overruled.

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

- Why is Mr Lyon throwing him a lifeline?
- I don't know.

But let's give him
the benefit of the doubt, shall we?

Overruled I am.

Stand by everyone,
we're live in 20. Cue grams.

Mr Madden has rather
a green pallor tonight,

wouldn't you say?

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

Good evening and welcome to The Hour,

the most important
60 minutes in your week.

This week the government has rejected

the recommendations
of the Wolfenden Committee

that acts of homosexuality between men

no longer be considered
a criminal offence.

We ask, is this something that
the government should have done?

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

the co-founder of the newly established
Homosexual Law Reform League.

Opposing him is the man charged
with keeping our capital city

free from the scourge of vice,

Commander Laurence Stern
of the Metropolitan Police.

- Good evening, Commander.
- Good evening.

Mr Grey, your organisation
must be disappointed

that the government has refused
to relax the law.

The current law ruins lives.

You see, most arrests
are got through blackmail.

One person threatens to report another
for homosexual activities.

But rather than going
after the blackmailer,

the police invariably pursue the man
who has done nothing more

than engage in an act in private.

- Which causes no other person harm.
- Well, society is harmed.

Homosexuality is a crime
with no victim, Mr Stern.

It's blackmail that destroys lives.

Acts of unnatural vice are never
victimless, Mr Grey.

Indeed.

But what of these people who live
in fear of being accused, Mr Stern?

What do you imagine life
is like for them?

Well, the morality of this
is black and white.

The law cannot be altered
to accommodate perversions.

- That way abuse lies.
- Abuse, perversions.

Who is it that defines
what these things are?

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

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

Is it not the case, Mr Stern,
that individual police officers

have a great deal of discretion
as to which perversions they pursue?

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

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

This particular offence is seen
an easy target,

one for the arrest record.

Yes, well, I've never seen evidence
of that procedure.

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

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

- Arguably a purge.
- Well, there has been progress, yes.

But the police have not enjoyed similar
success with other kinds of vice.

Can you offer an explanation
for that, Mr Stern?

Well, as you know,
the government is currently considering

legislation to take prostitutes
off our streets,

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

It's only a tip of the iceberg.

While vice is allowed to continue
underground

with callgirls and club girls,

young women vulnerable
to the sexual whims and abuse of men.

What's being done to police that crime?

How is it that the police enjoy
a great deal of success...

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

Um, there's something not right here.

No, he's never been so good.
Tighter, go tighter on Commander Stern.

- Tighter on camera two.
...never a case of turning a blind eye.

Which would you consider
the greater crime, Mr Stern,

the abuse of women within
the vice industry

or the private acts that take place
between consenting men?

We all have our weaknesses, Mr Madden,

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

And if that fails?
Could you contain yourself?

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

it is the manner
in which we pick ourselves up.

Thank you.

And now we go to Frederick Lyon,

with news on the aftermath
of the NATO summit.

The Prime Minister
has made no secret of his enthusiasm

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

But at what cost to the nation?

Down the line now from Washington,
our correspondent, Mr Barnaby McDonald.

Good evening, Barnaby.

Thank you very much,
ladies and gentlemen.

- And a Happy Christmas.
- Mr Lyon...

I've got your name
for the landlord of that flat.

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

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