All language subtitles for The Hour (2011) S02E06

Daily Sketch!

Madden caught in Soho scandal,
get it here.

Daily Sketch!

Cheers, guv.

Oh, hell.

Mr Stern, have you charged
Mr Cilenti yet?

Are reports of Mr Madden beating up
a woman who worked at El Paradis true?

"Mr James Clancy was the first
to state surprise

"at the club's closure last night.

"He moved to dissociate himself
from El Paradis,

"stating, 'lt was
the place to see and be seen

"'and I would be dismayed if allegations
made police proved correct."'

Apparently there were
topless girls in back rooms,

spanking several members
of the Foreign Office.

Actually, it was the
Department of Trade.

- Good morning, Veronica.
- Good morning, Mrs Madden.

Thank you. Beautiful day.

- You all right?
- Yes, I'm fine,

I was there with my husband.

Alistair, please.

Thank you. Where is he?

You have a visitor. Mr Kendall.

- Can I take this?
- No, no, no.

Hector's need is far greater.

It's like the sinking of
the Titanic at ITV.

All hands on deck,
everyone calling their agents,

desperate to get a place
in the lifeboats.

Too many of our lot there last night.

Well, fortunately, they didn't end up
on the front page.

Word from my source is
they needed a face for the scandal

and Mr Madden's was a perfect fit.

There were any number of
businessmen and ministers

from every corner in that club.

- Not all of them are accused...
- Wrongly accused.

...of beating up a girl,

a fact which you have clearly been
hiding, and yet is now in the press.

And you wouldn't have done the same?

It wasn't on his curriculum vitae.

You're withdrawing your offer.

Yes.

Hector is a brilliant journalist.

And his stock has just crashed.

- You were there, weren't you?
- Yes.

Why do you always keep me
at arm's length?

Why didn't you tell me
that was where you were going?

It was one dinner, I'm very sorry.

I don't care about the bloody dinner.

I care that this, whatever this is,
isn't going anywhere.

I don't know what you want
but it's not me.

You're cold.

This is impossible. You are impossible!

Is everything all right?

Hector, I'm sorry.

It'll pass.

For your sake, I hope it does.

What does that mean?

Perhaps you'd better talk to your agent.

I was cleared!

We're moving on.
It hasn't worked out, I'm sorry.

You know, for someone running
an apparently discerning show,

you're very quick to believe the lies.

And you say I'm cold.

Is it Mr Lyon?

You might tell him,
and I say this from bitter experience,

there's only ever room for
one newsman in a relationship.

Drink your coffee.

It's not single malt.

I'm sorry, Hector.

- Don't do this.
- Why?

I was only there because you said...

There was a story. There is.

Not now.

Now this is the story, I'm the story.

Madden batters and assaults women,

wines and dines them
in a Soho vice bar.

Why don't they dig the dirt
on someone else? Why not on you?

Because sadly, there is no dirt.

Because you have a past
that is ripe to be exploited.

Because, despite the fact
that I've been sitting

next to you every week on screen,

my face is oddly unmemorable.

Whereas yours is.

This is a cover.

Someone knows we're onto them.

Alistair, I am in the middle of
a very delicate operation

involving some wafer-thin
mille-feuille.

Yes, I know, Marnie,

but the chaps upstairs, uh...

Oh!

We are delighted with
Name That Dinner Guest.

Well, I'm glad.

But we think perhaps
a couple of weeks with you off-air,

until this thing with Hector
has blown over...

It's all lies.

Well, but it does somewhat mar what
one loves about you, Mrs Madden.

The image you present

no longer fits the homely ideal
we wish to convey.

What one should love about me

is the fact that I'm a strong
and capable woman,

perfectly capable of handling
this storm in a teacup.

Hardly a teacup.

Lunch-time edition, just in.

I see.

And what do you tell your wives

when they ask you
why you were home so late?

It was good to see you last night,
Mr Roberts.

And you, Mr Grogan.

Marnie!

- I'm sorry.
- For what?

We all let ourselves down
from time to time.

The only difference is
my husband has made the front page.

Think yourselves lucky you haven't
ended up in the same place.

Fine press coverage.

Very impressive exercise, Commander.

But we would like to go quiet on this.

We've already had a call from
Westminster,

keen to protect their own.

Chaps like Howard Satchell
were in there last night.

So, crack down, certainly,

but you need to crack down
on something else.

So let's focus on the coloureds
in Notting Hill.

There's lots of tension,
lots of petty crime,

it's an absolute powder keg.

Well, that's a pity, sir.

Because I'd hoped we might
push on with this.

My concern is that
Mr Cilenti's activities

have made certain chaps like yourself

vulnerable to his demands.

There are some photographs of you.

Do you have the negatives?

Yes, I do.

- Who else is implicated?
- Who isn't, sir?

So, should we start again?

This is a cover-up.

This story was given to the press
to discredit Hector and therefore us.

- Well, how did they get it?
- A leak from Stern?

Laurie wouldn't do that.
For all his faults, he...

Wouldn't he?

Well, he must have found something
in this raid.

Westminster are running scared.

It's a sex scandal
to cover a nuclear scandal.

Which would you prefer?

I called my contact
at Castlecore's bank.

They've gone quiet on me.
It's in total shutdown.

- See?
- We were planning

to cover the launch of CND,
the threat from abroad,

but with the threat from home
more pressing, I might suggest...

We uncover the sex scandal
and thereby the profiteering.

Darling, isn't it a little provocative
to focus on the perils of scandals

with one of our presenter's past
indiscretions unravelling so publicly?

Aren't you a tiny bit relieved
about ITV at all?

It made me a little nervous
to think of you in a glittery waistcoat.

Panel games.
The small print said panel games.

Stern owes us.
If you can get him to give you anything,

we can use it to expose Cilenti,
the blackmail racket,

even Satchell, tonight on The Hour.

I go live in eight hours,
are you completely deranged?

The men who steer our nuclear policy
lie, cheat and deceive their wives.

Why should we be surprised when
they do the same thing to the country?

We're being sold a lie.
That's the real threat.

We need the proof.

We'll connect the nuclear scandal
to the sex scandal.

The one thing we can be sure of
is if we focus on vice

then we win viewers tonight.

Had we known this scandal would
have proved so popular, Mr Madden,

we might have
leaked the story ourselves.

But it's risky,
so let's get our facts straight.

A little more notice next time
would be nice.

Let's get that bloody CND logo down!
And cancel Henrietta Williams.

Don't we need some kind of contributor?

I'll see what I can do.

- Mr Wengrow...
- Eight hours, ladies and gentlemen,

we have eight hours
to pull this out of the bag.

Hector,

I'm sorry about Bill. I really,
like, I could have killed him.

- He's just the messenger.
- Still, it wasn't the place to do it.

Well, right now,
my main concern is Marnie.

I've been trying her all morning,
she's apparently in rehearsal.

I'm going to try her again.

- Are you all right?
- No.

No, apparently I'm impossible.

No, you're not.

He was right.
It was wrong, so he is right.

I am impossible.

More papers in.

Hector.

Details of my arrest and every
allegation she levelled against me.

No mention that I had an alibi,
there was no mention it was all a lie.

Yes, yes, I know,
I'm sorry, it's, uh, very unfortunate.

Convenient.

Did you do this to me, Laurie?

No, of course not.

Now, leave it. Sit down, Hector.

The best you can do is let it pass,
lie low.

What, and let this ruin me?

No. No, the best I can do now
is what I do best, be a journalist.

What did you find last night?

Plenty.

And these were the ones
I could get of you.

Were there any photographs of Satchell?

For Christ's sake,
take the bloody photographs, Hector.

We're trying to expose
serious ministerial malpractice now.

If there's any photographs, paperwork,

anything that implicates
Howard Satchell,

I need them, Laurie.

We want to run the story
but we've got no proof.

Well, there were hundreds,

but they're police property now.

They've been destroyed.

On the orders of my superiors,
it was felt it was for best.

Now, for Christ's sake,
I've done all I can to protect you.

It's not about protecting me.
This is bigger than me, Laurie.

This whole charade goes way beyond

any paltry scandal
I might find myself in.

- Look, have a drink with me.
- What?

They're going to make me
Deputy Commissioner.

This mess, this is your mess!

- You beat Miss Delaine.
- On what evidence, Hector?

You know, the difference is
I'm not denying it.

I frequented that club.
I did things I'm not proud of.

But you...

You live in this place where
you don't acknowledge anything.

You don't go anywhere
that's too dark or uncomfortable,

you're so terrified of what
you might find.

You just button up that uniform,
protect yourself.

It will send you mad, Laurie.

Take the bullet, Hector.

I've already saved your life once.

And I've been grateful
for far too long.

Isaac?

- What are you doing?
- Listening to my radio play.

You've got confetti in your hair.

Really?

Tied the knot first thing this morning.

Why didn't you say?

It was only us
and a couple of witnesses.

We had to pull in people off the street.

Took us ages,

no one wanted to do it
when they saw Sey.

But finally...

I'm so frightened, Isaac, of it all.

My dad wouldn't even give me away.

You should have asked me.

I'd have given you away.

Would you have?

We're trying to get out
the finest programme we can.

Now, get on with it, James.

Mr Radlow, you finished that copy yet?

Kiki!

Piss off!

The phone's been ringing nonstop.
Don't know how they got my number.

My mum thinks I work at Debenhams.
What do I tell her now?

- Where are you going to go?
- Anywhere, somewhere.

They were signing something last night.

There are always men signing something.

Men talking deals,
men in whispered conversations,

men passing money to other men.

Castlecore.

Did you see any paperwork anywhere
with the name Castlecore on it?

Anything that connects Cilenti
to the government?

We need proof.

Mr Cilenti's been arrested
and he will go to prison.

You don't have to be afraid.

What, like Rosa didn't have
to be afraid?

I'm going to get my money
and get out of here.

I can do this.

I can get away from Mr Cilenti.

He thinks I can't, but I can.

He always goes to stop you when you try.

Blinds you with the kindness,
then yank and you're on the floor again.

I can go somewhere else,
do something else.

I can do it.

Then why are you so scared?

There's a thread,

a thread Cilenti has found,

and he pulls it,

and as he pulls it, he pulls more
and more men, successful men in.

Till they're all
hanging off that thread.

And you're on that thread, too.

Look, you help us bring down Castlecore,
bring down Satchell...

- Don't...
- And I promise you

we will keep you safe.

How else are you ever
going to escape this?

The five o'clock double bill
at the Curzon does me fine.

I don't believe you.

They're not going to leave you alone.

This is a scandal to cover
a much bigger story.

Piss off.

Five o'clock at the Curzon, then?

Piss off! Piss off! Piss off!

Nothing. The police have destroyed
everything they could find,

photographs, paperwork, everything.

Oh my God. There's no time,
we've no time.

She's going to get us
what she can.

- Miss Delaine.
- Freddie.

I pushed her. I hope not too far.

I told her if she helped us,
then she'd be safe.

But we can't promise that.

Cilenti's been arrested,
let the police deal with him.

I'm trying to stop this story
from falling apart in our hands, Bel.

With what? Isaac's already exhausted
the entire newsroom contact list.

The Bishop of Woolwich says
mothers who work full-time

are the enemies of family life? Perfect.

Or no, one better, Chicago,

Sugar Ray Robinson becomes middleweight
champion for the fifth time.

Should squeeze a good ten minutes
out of that.

If we don't run this story, who will?

It'll be fine.

Oh, my God, even you're worried.

- I'm not.
- You are.

We are reaching the point of
no return, Freddie.

Isaac, any other story,
anything you might have binned?

Now don't be alarmed,
but McCain has just arrived.

Last night, that story
about your arrest,

was leaked by Westminster.

There's a campaign in motion
to discredit your programme,

anyone associated with it.

A key minister profiteering
from the arms race.

You can't honestly believe
there's only one of them.

No, we don't.

Just oddly disconcerting
to have you admit the same.

There are just times when one...

becomes weary of hiding things.

I've spent the last 15 years
lying for ministers,

covering gaps and gaffes.

I think last night was the last time.

Are you saying that you want to help us?

Yes, perhaps I am.

We have had your help before, Angus.

I would ask you not to reject this
out of pride, hmm?

Now, you have smoked the hive.

You need me more than ever now.

The question is

who is willing to come out
and withstand the sting?

- He works for me.
- Bit young, isn't he?

I'm 17.

All right, Kiki?

- Made the papers.
- You're almost famous.

They didn't take you in, too?

Well, why would they?
I ain't done anything illegal.

Is there money in the till?
He hasn't paid me this week.

Ooh! When did you take over?

When I see an opportunity,

I take it.

You should do the same.

You could be a star attraction.
Now, all that stuff in the press.

They'll want to see more now.

And I could help you with that.

Sex sells. Why hide it?

No thanks. I just want to pick up
my things, get my money and go.

He'll be out

and when he finds you
drinking his whisky...

What?

You'll be out, too.

Then why are you the one shaking?

We've talked to Miss Delaine.

Risky. Cilenti has been released.

Oh, my God.

That's even more reason to get this out.

There's a story we've been
trying to sell

but we're limited in how we sell it.

So, don't limit yourselves.

Expose it all?

Put the person on The Hour
who knows better than anyone

the comings and goings of El Paradis.

We've been running around
trying to find a contributor,

trying to pull this show together,
it's right in front of us.

But if we use her, can we protect her?

Sometimes, the best place to hide
is in fame's spotlight.

One must simply know

how to control
the direction of the glare.

Such a mess!

Watch yourself.

Don't cut yourself on the glass.
You cut yourself?

No.

For Christ's sake! I need a coffee!

- I'll make it.
- No.

You're leaving me?

Mr Pike didn't think
you were coming back.

Norman.

He's not to be trusted.

Coaxing you girls into his films.

Have you succumbed, Kiki?

Starred in one of his
dirty little pictures?

No.

Be careful.

You know what he did to Rosa
when she betrayed us?

How can anyone do that to a person?

How can anyone just suffocate
someone like that?

Bastard.

You know what's funny?

That's true.

Mr Pike tells me The Hour
have been sniffing around you.

Mr Lyon? You like Mr Lyon?

Little vulture, picking at my bones.

Did you tell Mr Stern
where my photographs were?

You did.

You know what you need to know
about Mr Lyon?

He'll use you,

like he uses me.

We're all nothing but whores.

See where she goes.

- Put me through to the Commissioner.
- He's not in, Mr Stern.

- Well, when will he be back?
- He's out all day.

Will you give him a message, please?

Why have they released Raphael Cilenti?

Tell him I need to speak to him.

I'm sorry, Mr Stern, but no one
is available to talk to you today.

Ladies and gentlemen,
two and a half hours to go,

and we've had a last-minute reshuffle.

We're sticking with the
simple and direct approach.

Starting with the intro on Soho,

then the growing influence of vice,
the raid,

and then the examination of
the blackmail ring,

and, then, finally, an interview.

Hector, I...

I realise that this is sensitive.

It's not. It's what we should do.

You need to mention the scandal.
We can't deny it.

Let's hope you can get Miss Delaine,
Mr Lyon.

I'm not coming back without her.

You'd better not, otherwise
you'll be looking at an empty chair.

Be careful.

Worried you can't ride solo, now,
Mr Madden?

Worried I'll like it too much, Mr Lyon.

Freddie! Freddie!

Mr Madden, a word.

Freddie, you can't go on your own.

I sent her to the club,
I have to find her.

- It's dangerous.
- You are not impossible.

Impossible is just
what hasn't been done.

It's not impossible when it's possible.

We need to talk.

- We haven't...
- Haven't what?

We haven't...

About us.

No, we don't, we need to stop talking,
we talk too much.

Instead, we have to do something.

I am tired of it not being possible,
it is possible.

You are possible.

You are possible with me.

Ditch the desk.

Make the camera move with us.

It should be unpolished,
it should be raw.

Single for the double berth, please.

Um, I'll get these.

Two, please.

Yes, so I was wondering about
setting up on my own.

Get a little office in Piccadilly.

Where there is fear,
there is also money.

One can capitalise on that.

You could be my first client.

My first question to you would be,
"Have you called your lawyer?"

What? And ask him to lie for me?

The worst is out.

They got a story, they printed it.
Who wouldn't have done the same?

The truth is it's oddly liberating.

You should try it, Angus.

One day.

Hector.

I've been trying to reach you all day,
they said you'd left this morning.

Are you all right?

ITV have withdrawn their offer.

Yes, well they think is best
I stay off the air for a while, too.

I'm sorry.

I'm not.

They had that awful woman from The
Grove Family in this afternoon.

She can't act for toffee

and she has this barking passion
for afternoon tea.

Do you know how difficult
it is to make pastries for someone

who you know will neither
appreciate it nor can act?

You can walk away now

and I'll understand.

Then what do I do?

There are things I've done

in these last few months,

behaviour that I in myself allowed
and have condemned in you.

But I want to make it right now.
I really do.

Especially now.

Hector, um...

I think, well, I'm sure

I'm...

You're sure you're what?

I'm...

three weeks gone.

Hector...

Well, isn't that wonderful?

Isn't that what you always wanted?

Yes.

Well, then, aren't you clever, Marnie?

You got what you wanted.

Randall, Bel was wondering

if you might want to come down
onto the floor a little earlier?

Sofia Malfrand, no E.

Born 24th June, 1938.

They've, uh... They've found her?

Moved to the, uh,

outskirts of Paris, March, 1940, uh...

Died...

June the same year.

Killed with both her parents, um,

in an air raid.

Would you forgive me
if I asked you to go?

Um...

I...

I can't move.

Please.

- Please, I need you to...
- No.

No, Randall, I won't go.
I won't, you just...

Just do what you need to do.

Girls never do anything in these films.

They're either the ones in glasses
or the ones screaming.

What do I do now?

You come on The Hour.

You say what you see at the club.

Me, on the television?

You talk about Satchell.

Talk about him signing papers.
Talk about what you do.

How you're used.

He'll kill me.

I can't promise to protect you.
It was wrong to promise you that.

But the world knows about Cilenti now.

Fleet Street will want
to know more from you.

You think they go after you now,

they'll go after you even more
now that he's out.

The more you can control what you say
and how you say it, the better.

That's how you protect yourself.

- You're the bomb.
- Me?

No, I'm not.

I'm nothing.

I'm just a stupid fucking whore.

We broadcast tonight. We leave now.

We take a taxi, we'll be there
in half an hour.

You won't have to do anything
you don't want to do.

- I'll be there, I'll look after you.
- You can't.

- What time's the film start, darling?
- 6:15.

Go, now.

They're expecting you.
Ask for Miss Rowley.

I'll follow you.

I'm coming. Go, now.

I'll keep them occupied.

Gentlemen.

- Good evening.
- Oh, good night.

- Miss Rowley?
- Yes. And Mr Lyon?

He's going to follow me.

- This way, please.
- Thank you.

It's just this way. Sorry.

Where's Freddie?

God knows.
Miss Delaine said he was following on.

Miss Delaine. Thank you for joining us.

Could you find Randall?

I'll talk you through our plans
for this evening.

My makeup. I need to do my makeup.

Oh, of course. Um, Joan? Joan...

- Where's Lix? Find her.
- Right.

Ladies and gentlemen,
thirty minutes, please.

All right, Trevor?

Yeah, I'm fine, thanks, Mr Lyon.

Mr Cilenti ask you to do this, Norman?
Rough-handle me down here?

I don't answer to Mr Cilenti any more.

Thought not,
thought he had a bit more style.

Yeah, he's got style, all right.

It doesn't make you a good businessman
if you can't see the future coming.

- You the future?
- Might be.

You got a fascist as your first recruit!

That's impressive.

You do like to rile.

I confess I do.

Miss Storm, Miss Delaine is here.

Oh, Sissy, sorry. I'm just coming.

Could you just give me
a minute, please?

Try to stay calm.

Don't talk too quickly
and try not to smile too much.

The questions will be direct,
not complicated.

You just answer
as truthfully as you can

and I'm thinking, we may need
to reinvent a little.

Now, what name
were you christened with?

Patricia.

Ah! Patricia Delaine.

It's the wrong colour.
It drains my face.

Mr McCain, if you could wait
in the green room?

Yes, of course. Yes.

I can't do this.

Miss Ramirez wanted to help us.

But she couldn't. You can.

Mr Lyon will take you in
and he will do the interview.

What if he doesn't get here?

Why wouldn't he get here?

No reason.

No reason. I don't know.

And tonight, with the launch of the
Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament,

we have one of the leading figures
in the pro-nuclear debate,

Mr Howard Satchell
for the Conservatives.

And one of the anti-nuclear
debate's strongest voices of support,

Mrs Henrietta Williams joining us...

There's something she's not telling us.
He would have been here by now.

Let's give him ten more minutes.

- Try calling him at home again.
- He's Freddie, he'll get here.

Then why do you look worried?

I just want to see
what Satchell has to say.

Uncovered has just started.
Will you turn it up?

This is not about money.

Pure and simple,
the nuclear age is here.

No, no, no.

- This is how you have a conversation?
- We're done with conversation.

Oh, really?

Norman here was just, uh, just telling
me about his plans for your club.

Think he...

Think he was hoping you were done for.

I'm not in the grave yet.

Are you going to let me go now?

Only, uh, we go out tonight.

Where is Miss Delaine?

Lost her.
She was meeting him at the cinema.

A date, now?

I wouldn't...

I wouldn't flatter myself
it was a date.

Attack of the Crab Monsters.
Have you seen it?

Don't.

What did she tell you?

Do you want to know what the first rule
of journalism is?

If you want to get somebody
to tell you something,

you have to give something
of yourself first.

You have no evidence.

Whatever it is you think you have,
you have no evidence.

- The police destroyed it all.
- It's a... It's a start.

Ahhh!

Commander Stern's office.

Yes, it's Bel Rowley here.

I'm concerned with regards to one of
my journalists who has gone missing.

Mr Lyon of The Hour.

Could I speak to
Commander Stern, please?

Commander Stern, Miss Rowley
from The Hour is on the telephone.

Go home.

Hector, prepare.

He wouldn't miss this show!

Isaac, script.

It might need some tweaking
now it's in my hands.

There will be those
who will turn off their sets

- on seeing me presenting tonight.
- Then make sure they don't.

Good luck.

Ladies and gentlemen,
that's last checks, please.

We're in trouble.

That's the problem with trouble.
It always starts out as such fun.

They hate you.

The businessmen, the ministers,

the clientele you've worked so hard
to lure in.

They despise you.

The way you fawn,
the way you seduce them,

the way you rob them.

Yet you still naively think

that you will fit in.

Answer me. Where is she?

You'll never fit in.

You made money and you
didn't even go to the right school.

And in the new world order,

money,

money is king.

You're the one trying to fit in.

You're the performer, Mr Lyon.

You don't know where she is.

You tried to get her to help you
and she runs.

That's it.

Kiki, Freddie
did say he was going to follow on?

He... He didn't imply
that he was going anywhere else?

It's all Rosa left...
Couple of lipsticks.

I never got it when she said it to me,
"Your face is your future."

Twist it.

One minute, please.

Isaac, I've got something
coming in from the lab,

can you watch out for it?

Where the hell is he?

You'll never have a face
for television now.

Places, please,
ladies and gentlemen.

Here you are, Mr Madden.

Cue grams.

Over.

Yes, it's over.

Turn it over.

Five,

four,

three,

two, one.

Good evening. In a departure
for the The Hour tonight,

we will present an exposé
on the world of vice

and the secrets that it hides.

I apologise for the absence
of my co-host, Mr Lyon,

who could not be with us tonight.

In presenting this special programme,

we are acknowledging
his fearless pursuit of this story.

On a day that has been dominated

- by scandal and police raids...
- Ready?

Good luck.

...here at The Hour we felt that events
could not be ignored,

even when those closest
to the programme were implicated.

Bringing camera one.

We have invited Miss Delaine to
be interviewed on the programme tonight,

a woman at the heart of the scandal.

A scandal that also involves me.

Miss Delaine, thank you for joining us
on The Hour tonight.

Bring in camera two.

Now, I... I know you're nervous.
So let's get started.

- Two months ago we met.
- Yes.

And at that time you accused me
of attacking you.

I did.

Though it was proved that I had an alibi
and you later withdrew the accusation.

Why was that?

Because I lied.

And why did you lie?

Because the man who beat me up
is someone important

and I was seeking revenge.

Can you name that man?

Uh, let's go back a little.

- How long have you worked at the club?
- Four years.

And in that time, can you tell us about
the men that you have met?

Pick it up.

Pick it up!

- Is it him?
- It's Presentation.

They drink too much, smoke too much.

- They'll call back.
- Talk too much.

And you're there to listen.
Is that right?

That's what we're there for.

To hear things. To honey-trap.

For the benefit of those viewers
who may be unfamiliar with that term,

what is a honey trap?

We're the bait for Mr Cilenti.

He's the owner of El Paradis.

Bait for what?

Just breathe.

To trap them.
To help him blackmail them.

To help him make deals.

You know the funny thing?
I grew up near a British base in Italy.

My mother serviced any number
of British soldiers until I was born.

What does that make me?

An Englishman.

Mr Cilenti...

Tonight on ITV's Uncovered,
there is a fierce debate raging

regarding the government's
nuclear armament budget.

The minister on that programme

is justifying his campaign
for increased spending,

claiming it is for protection...

I'm going down onto the floor.
Cue up the NATO film.

Well, there's one company in particular

that is set to make a lot of money
in this arms race.

That company is called
Tufnell Engineering,

a company co-owned
by Mr Raphael Cilenti.

Now, it is our belief
that a leading minister

has personally invested in this company

in a deal brokered by Mr Cilenti.

Miss Delaine was a witness to this deal.

Miss Delaine,
can you name that minister?

Mr Howard Satchell.

We'd like to say thank you

to Mr Howard Satchell
for the Conservatives.

As a leading defence minister,

Mr Satchell attended
the NATO summit late last year.

Here is footage of that same summit,
where some of the key decisions

on the British
nuclear defence policy were made.

Proof.

Miss Delaine was holding on
to the negatives.

- Are you all right?
- Is Mr Lyon all right?

They've got him.

Cilenti's got Mr Lyon.

Oh, God. Freddie.

Call the police.
Somebody call the police!

"Corporations have been enthroned

"and an era of corruption
in high places will follow.

"And the money power of the country

"will endeavour to prolong its reign

"by working upon
the prejudices of the people,

"until all wealth is aggregated
in a few hands

"and the Republic is destroyed."

Abe Lincoln... Abe Lincoln said it.

What did you say?

Money...

I have just been handed
some photographs by my producer.

Go to camera two.

They're en route.
The police will be there soon.

May I ask where you acquired these?

A friend of mine believed
every girl needs a little insurance.

I'm going to hold one of
these photographs up to the camera.

Can you confirm
that is Mr Howard Satchell?

Miss Delaine?

Yes.

It looks like a very relaxed evening.

There's clearly entertainment.
What were you celebrating?

They'd just got back from Paris.

They were very pleased with themselves.

And what month was this?

December.

Just after the NATO summit?

Now, I also note
in this second photograph,

I believe that's the Metropolitan Police
Commissioner Laurence Stern.

Is that right?

Yes.

He's the man who beat me.

There will be those viewers
undoubtedly shocked

to see Mr Stern
in so compromising a position.

Is it your belief that Mr Stern
has enabled Mr Cilenti's actions?

It is. And other officers.

And are there other men
who you could name, Miss Delaine?

Yes.

All names girls don't forget.

The Commissioner of Police often visits.

There are any number of officers
in Cilenti's pocket.

Are you aware of any other
criminal activities

that have also been ignored?

I know bribes were paid,

I know girls were brought
into the country illegally

and nothing was done.

I know girls who were beaten and worse.

I know of worse.

We'd like to thank you, Miss Delaine.

Perhaps one last question.

What do you believe
these men come to you for?

Comfort.

Company.

To tell you their secrets,

the things they can't say at home
to their wives.

They talk about things
they are scared about,

maybe stuff they've seen in the past.

And when they leave you,
I don't know, in some hotel room,

you lie there,
daylight creeping under the curtains,

your head full of their secrets,
keeping you awake,

knowing you've got to go back
the next night and the next.

We dance with them, drink with them

and they flatter themselves
that we like them.

But we're just the ghosts
in their lives.

Um... Uh, Kevin, could you, um...

Could you get my bag?
I've left it upstairs.

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.

Everyone, sooner or later,
has to sit down to the consequences.

So they shouldn't be surprised
when we come back to haunt them.

Well, thank you, Miss Delaine,
for talking to us.

Well done, Hector.

There's that tick.

- Miss Delaine!
- Good evening, gentlemen.

Miss Patricia Delaine
is unavailable for comment

but she will release a statement
in the morning.

Good evening, gentlemen.
Thank you. Thank you.

Dear Freddie,

So I got your letter.

San Francisco? Amazing.

I'm sorry it's taken me so long
to write back.

"There are life's natural heroes
and then there's you."

Your words.

You always believed somewhere
deep in you that there is a coward.

I wish I had told you
that that's not true.

Because you leapt, while I stayed,

feet first, into the unknown.

Why should I have expected anything
less than fearlessness from you?

Money...

But I am not as brave as you.

I want to write and say I'll be there,

I'll get on a plane,
I'll come right now.

I really do,

but I can't.

Not because I don't love you.

I love you, Freddie Lyon.

Money...

But because you won't even
get this letter.

Money...

Because I won't ever send it.

I'm the coward, Freddie, not you.

So instead,
I'm sending this prayer out there.

Moneypenny...

Just hoping that somehow
you'll know to come home.

Just please come home, now, soon.

And maybe your courage
will make me brave, too.

Just come home and I will leap, too.

Moneypenny...