The Hour (2011) s01e01 Episode Script
Episode 1
1 The newsreels are dead.
We've bored the public for too long.
Give me this opportunity and I'll prove it.
-- Oh.
Thank you.
Of course, I'll need an assistant.
Two minutes, Mr Lyon.
But may I say one more thing? You haven't seen my best yet.
He needs to be more on mic.
Track in on caption three, - then lock off Stand by, studio.
- Mr Lyon.
- Cue grams.
WOMAN'.
Five seconds.
Five, - four - Yes I'm ready.
three, two, one.
- Cue johnny.
- And here they are, the debutantes of 1956.
- Roll newsreel.
- Young ladies of distinction enjoying a day at Royal Ascot.
And one young woman in particular has caught the eye of a certain leading man, actor Adam Le Ray.
Engagement looks set for the honourable Ruth Elms, daughter of Lord Elms of Framlingham, to this eligible young bachelor.
All of London society awaits the peal of wedding bells.
Cue telecine.
And now, here is a summary of the news from abroad.
Did you get it? - We got it.
- Producer? - Foreign Desk.
- Bravo.
I haven't told Freddie yet.
Good luck.
In Egypt, election victory for the Arab nationalist; Colonel Gamal Abdel Nasser.
Here he is with Prime Minister Anthony Eden during last year's visit to Cairo, where they discussed the future of the Suez Canal Company.
And that is the end of the news and newsreel from Alexandra Palace.
Goodnight.
And thanking you, gentlemen and Alice, for another fascinating evening.
May you go home once again happy in the knowledge that we have delivered the important news of the day with the same brisk banality as a debutante coming out in Mayfair.
Three, two, one-.
- Good evening, madam.
- Good evening.
Tutankhamen did somewhat neglect his duties as a son, so you see? Even the Pharaohs failed to write to their mothers.
And on that note, papers in by Friday, please.
Any late papers will be returned to you unread, be warned.
(mummy Hello, Operator? Put me through to Bloomsbury 7428.
Darling, our guests are arriving.
Lipstick.
I left my lipstick in the - Impeccable as ever, johnny.
- Thank you.
- Moneypenny.
James.
Friday's running order.
Next time do it yourself, I am not your secretary.
- Night.
And what of tomorrow, Mr Wengrow? I'm gunning for Kennedy for the VP nom, but who knows? A new hat for the Queen Mother? A rare sow with 20 in her litter? Mr Lyon.
Tonight, the Claringdon.
You're covering the engagement.
- How could I forget, Georgie? - Who's getting married? - Just another debutante.
- Night, George.
- How was I? - Bit slow on that last cue.
Nice watch.
Does the broker know it's missing? - Banker.
-Please, the details of your love life - do not interest me at all.
Where did you dine? Sheekey's.
We had oysters and afterwards he took me to the theatre.
Dinner, then the theatre.
I do love a man who plans.
That way around no one goes to sleep on a full stomach.
Can I cadge a lift? Eight letters, 14 down.
"Treacherous foe in bad or in good faith.
" Something 0 something F something D.
Bona fide.
Ready? - We are calcifying in television news.
- Agreed.
Hell, martial law may have been imposed in Poland but we've got footage of Prince Rainier on honeymoon with his showgirl.
And hallelujah, they're dining with the Queen.
We are the nightly dose of reassurance that everything's all right with the world.
- Agreed, agreed.
- Because some edict sent down from God-knows-who is telling us what we broadcast and how we broadcast.
We are going to escape.
Yes, but Freddie Don't worry, Moneypenny.
I'll put in a good word for you.
You're coming with me.
Freddie, this new programme.
It's everything we've been waiting for.
Working together.
It's exciting.
But I need to talk to you before your interview.
- Stay and have a drink with me? - And miss all the fun? You stay here and wait for your banker.
--But I warn you, he'll be late.
They're always late.
If he's still not here by 9:00, come and find me.
Just try to keep a clear head.
You're impossible! Good evening, gentlemen.
Shall we? Ladies and gentleman, it's truly wonderful to be able to share our engagement with so many loved ones.
Lord and Lady Elms, it's an honour and a privilege to be joining this eminent family.
And so without further ado, I ask you to raise your glasses to my beautiful fiancée.
And we both look forward to seeing you a week on Saturday.
And do let's keep our fingers crossed and hope the sun shines.
Ruth and Adam.
Ruth and Adam.
- You hiding? - No.
Yes.
I hate parties.
And I'd just written, "The newly engaged, "honourable Miss Elms was glowing.
" - Hello, Freddie.
- Miss Elms.
Would you like to comment? Yes, if you pour me another one of those.
How old are you now? 20? 21? Old enough.
I was 10 when you left.
Well, congratulations.
I wish youthe absolute best.
"A conspiracy is nothing but a secret agreement of a number of men "for the pursuance of policies which they dare not admit in public.
" You wrote that.
Actually, Mark Twain did but Damn! Tilt your head.
Pinch the bridge.
I'm sorry.
It's only a handkerchief.
You see it, don't you, Freddie? You always have.
There you are, darling.
Good night, Miss Elms.
God, you're drunk.
Not nearly enough.
Would you like to take the lady's coat, sir? I'm sure she'll pick it up later.
- Hello? - It's just me, Dad.
Good day, Frederick? There you are.
You should have the light on.
Mrs B not been in? - Washing up's still in What are you watching? The only thing wrong with her is her weight.
You should see her now.
Blimey, she's enormous! - Did you see the news tonight? - Usual rubbish.
- How's that nice girl? - Miss Rowley? She'sfine.
Look, will you leave it to me for a day or two? I want to give it a bit of thought; you know, chew it over.
Good morning, Broadcasting House.
One moment, please.
8:30.
I said 8:30.
Don't mix single malt with Martini.
Oh, wonderful.
Frederick Lyon to see the Director of Programmes, please.
- Of course.
- I brought the manifesto.
That was written years ago when we were very drunk.
You were drunk.
I was sober.
-- You put three Ts in topicality.
- Seventh floor, please.
- Thank you.
Freddie Do you think I should start with the Marx quote? - Freddie, you really need to focus.
- I know.
You're right.
Don't want to scare them off straight away.
- Not when one is looking to run - It doesn't have a name yet.
This changing face of television news programme hasn't got a name yet.
I'd pitch hard on balancing London news with the provinces.
It's important that they know you're interested in stories -in Bradford, Manchester, Leeds.
- Why? - Because you need to show them - Show them what? That you're familiar with the demands of Home Affairs.
That's your job.
You need to keep your options open.
Moneypenny, your eyes look piggy when you lie.
I'm the producer.
The new programme.
Clarence wants me to be the producer.
Right.
You produce, I'll present.
--Bel, Freddie, there you are.
- Now, breathe, Freddie.
- Clarence? He's waiting, but he has a packed day.
Later.
We speak in full sentences, we listen, and we don't try any funny stuff.
- Yes, right.
- Your reputation goes before you.
The good I have been able to confirm, the bad was youthful recklessness, which in your more mature years you have left behind.
- Clarence, I can - Freddie, this is my programme.
It's very important that I get the right team and that you are part of it.
Ditch the manifesto.
Bel told me.
Top button.
Thirteen minutes, 36.
8 seconds.
Remarkable! There.
There.
Ballsed it, top of the frame, bloody boom.
How did we run that? I want two men at Lord's next week to film Jim Laker.
One to hold the camera, the other to keep the bloody boom out of sight.
- You play? - Yes.
No.
Do I need to? I like football.
- Which team? - Derby County.
- My mother was born - So, not really.
You have something to do with natural history.
Heard a rumour they're setting up a unit somewhere in the BBC.
I'm a big fan of animals.
Clarence tells me you're a brilliant journalist.
Give me tomorrow's news.
Well, a lot can happen in 24 hours.
Eisenhower looks like he'll run for another term, but that's obvious.
I'm more interested in the underdog.
Rumour has it that the young Mr Kennedy is a contender for the Vice Presidential Democratic nomination.
But in newsreels, we don't do scoops.
Let me guess.
Accounts? Researcher.
You're flying out with a crew to the Amazon Monday.
Something like that.
Do you take sugar? That's a pretty blouse.
So, 60 minutes.
Six days to get it together, seventh day it's out there.
Three slots.
Tell me how it looks.
At the top, New Commonwealth immigration.
Seventy-five thousand people arriving here every year from the colonies.
But what does that really mean? Martin Luther King gives a public address in San Francisco.
The birth of the new negro, one who is not crippled by fear and self-loathing, but driven by dignity and destiny.
But we don't even challenge the fact that in every hotel window we still, without shame, say, "No Coloureds, No Irish.
" Second story, Macmillan and the credit squeeze, obviously.
The third? Thirteen minutes, 38.
6 seconds is a good story.
You've got a boom tracking in every shot.
Seeing him cross that finishing line is the thing.
It makes it more real.
Seeing the boom.
It's the mechanics of how we bear witness.
Because that's what we do, what one tries to do.
Reveal fleeting moments of history, not with apology, not as it is now, endless static newsreel, a man who never leaves his desk, delivering the story as if it's the dry, five-minute warm-up act to Hancock's Half Hour.
Of course, we all want to be entertained but while we're all busy laughing, Russia's aligning its missiles and declaring World War III.
It has to be the hour that you can't miss.
The hour you have to see.
Putting real journalists in front of the camera is sending out the message that you take news seriously.
So you see yourself in front of the camera, Mr Lyon? I never understand women and magazines.
They only ever buy them for the pictures.
You're so right.
And those things called novels.
Impossible, so many words This is where I ask you for a drink.
Sorry, I have to pack for South America.
Is this some kind of joke? Home Affairs? House of Lords garden parties and outbreaks of foot and mouth in Keswick? The audacity to even think you could present this programme! - He asked for my opinion.
- And you gave it, very eloquently, including telling him to stuff it! This is your fault.
I said talk to him, calm him down.
I said he's a risk, he's always a bloody risk.
But you said no.
You don't lead the story, the story leads you, Freddie.
First rule of news, hmm? Well, maybe you're better off where you are.
Two minutes.
You're not in accounts, are you? No.
Mr Lyon, I'm a big fan of your work.
How exactly? I mean, which bit of my work? Freddie Mr Madden, my apologies, this is Miss Rowley.
Yes, I know exactly who Miss Rowley is.
May I introduce you to the face of our new programme? If you'd like to come this way.
Christ, he's charming as well.
Freddie How could you do that? How could you not warn me what I was being interviewed for? If you would just listen to me And I thought it was so sweet that you wanted to meet me beforehand.
It's still Home Affairs.
You're still part of the team, and it's the team that Clarence believes in.
What? You and me and Gregory Peck? What is he? Oxford educated? Well, at least you're with your own kind.
Oh, of course.
You find him attractive.
You're pathetic.
It's you who said you were calcifying in newsreels.
Do you seriously want to die there? The last job I got you, you nearly closed us down because you accused the then Minister of Trade of accepting bribes! - He had, he was.
Clarence has championed you since day one.
He was giving you an opportunity and you have just thrown it back in his face.
You could be even more brilliant than you know but you just have to ruin it.
A HEW programme, a new era.
And they want me as producer.
They're humouring you.
They don't want a woman.
A woman is difficult, hysterical.
And you can never really find one who will ever stay.
A couple more years, you'll probably want a baby.
- Oh, don't speak! - And even if they don't say that to your face, that's what they're thinking.
Anything else is just your vanity making you believe What? That I can do it? That I can actually do this? Watch me.
Mmm, Lyon.
George wants to bump the Vice Presidential nomination -for the Duke of Edinburgh.
- Not guilty! Mr Wengrow is on Royal duty.
He does look very smart on his horse.
Copy in by 4:00, ladies and gentlemen, copy in by 4:00.
Oh, a doctor's been seen arriving at Downing Street.
Apparently Eden's unwell again.
Well, you know where rumour gets us.
And Cairo? Well, I'm covering the bobsleigh at Bergen and then I'm What to you is rumour, to the rest of the world is foresight, George.
Have you done your copy for the Elms' engagement yet, Mr Lyon? Not remotely.
You know, I have any number of men who would happily fill your post, Mr Lyon.
Is that a threat? 4:00.
No Eden, no Cairo.
Don't sulk, spoils your face.
They could at least offered me Foreign Affairs.
- Already ta ken.
- You? Traitor.
I want my desk back.
As I recall, I won this desk.
You've got absolutely no poker face.
Mr Lyon, there's a lady to see you.
She said you're old friends.
Nice coat.
Mother hates it.
I wear it to annoy her.
One needs to find tiny acts of rebellion where one can.
Is this a joke? That's funny.
Most people think I'm too serious.
But I find it very serious indeed, the world.
- You have grown up.
- Oh, don't patronise me.
Why didn't you ever reply to my letters? It didn't matter.
I've kept up with what you're doing.
Read your odd articles.
That makes you quite unique.
I even found a short story you wrote in The Listener.
Which I may add, was not very good.
Though I suppose the novel is perhaps still the last domain of the free mind.
Where they can't tell you what to think, what to say.
That and art, I suppose.
They? Who are they? What are you talking about? They! They are everywhere.
Here in this building, out on the street, in your office.
They even control what you write.
Have you heard of Peter Danaâ? He's He was one of the leading political minds this country had.
He was killed last night.
It will be reported in the evening papers as a robbery.
It wasn't.
There will be no investigation.
Even those who loved him the most will be told to forget him.
They will weave a web of deceitful lies.
You think it's ridiculous? I wish it were.
I want you to find out why he was murdered.
Go to the police.
- I'm not the right person.
- Yes, you are.
You think you live in a democracy.
You think this country stands for freedom of speech.
It does not.
No, I'll make my own way out.
They will kill me if they know I'm talking to you.
Manstabbed.
North London.
Came in this morning, did anyone see it? Peter, his name was Peter something.
- Did he forgive you? - Who? Mr Lyon.
You really should have told him, you know.
He's a big boy.
You found one another.
Douglas is on his way.
All right, Charlie? Here you are.
No.
Suspected robbery came in last night.
Come on.
Let's be up with you.
You been frightening babies? Plainclothes were in an hour ago.
Alexis Storm will be heading the Foreign Desk.
- She covered the - Spanish Civil War in Madrid.
Broke the news in '40 that the British troops had arrived in France.
She has an extensive network of stringers all through Europe, the Middle East and Africa.
I'm presuming that you've resolved the issue of the home desk? There are a number of faces in the frame.
- Clarence - Can we have the claret? I realise Freddie wasn't at his best this morning.
You don't need him.
- He is passionate.
- He's dangerous.
There's that very nice chap on that Sunday news review.
- He might be an idea.
- No.
Freddie is infuriating and outspoken, but he sees the extraordinary in the ordinary.
I truly believe we need him.
I need him to make the programme the best that it can be.
And what is that? The world that Freddie sees.
A train crash, a labour strike.
Freddie will be somewhere away from all the other journalists talking to the last person that should matter but that is the story that matters most to ordinary people.
He finds them.
- Douglas.
- Clarence.
I hope you ordered for me.
Please.
- How many men? - Five.
MI5? Box 850, governor says.
SIS.
You know you're someone when MI6 come to pay their respects.
Did they do this? Someone was looking for something.
There's £15 in here.
Wasn't much of a robbery.
Unless they stole his last cigarette.
Five minutes, we're done.
Hmm? Yes, we're done.
McCain's in.
One of Eden's press minions.
Christ, he's coming over.
Leave it to me.
So this is how Westminster feeds you, hmm? Clarence.
What a gathering we have here! - And Mr Madden.
- Yes.
Oh, Miss Rowley.
You did that lovely piece, At Home With Lady Eden.
My friends so enjoyed that.
Is Prime Minister Eden in good health? Yes, he is.
Thank you.
Only I heard he'd been unwell again.
Such maternal instincts, I do think you're rather wasted in news.
I was hoping to see you today.
Michael very keen to have a word.
Pandit Nehru is coming to town.
Barton's been on the phone banging on at me for weeks about having an interview.
"No," I said, "Sorry, BBC has first dibs.
" Yes, are we celebrating? We're launching a topical news programme.
Oh! Good, marvellous.
Yes, does it have a name yet? Working on it.
Mr Madden will present it, Clarence at the helm and Miss Rowley is the producer.
Oh, that must have been a surprise.
What a coup, Miss Rowley.
Douglas, I must introduce your team to It's the mackintosh.
You left it on the table.
Thank you.
How about a brandy to celebrate? Well, I'd love to but beyond that door, women are not allowed.
What is it about you men? You always need a tiny corner where we can't quite reach you.
Then we'll have to take you elsewhere.
Come on, I'm good at smuggling contraband.
This is highly illegal.
That's what makes it so much more enjoyable.
How can you bear that man talking to you like that? It'd be foolish to make an enemy of anyone close to government, Mr Madden.
Hector.
Hero of Troy.
Father with pretensions of a scholar.
And mother? Oh, she died.
When I was 10.
I've been out long enough.
- Some of us have work to do.
- So it's true what they say? You work twice as hard as any man and none is half as good as you.
I enjoy the company of men.
Is it true you covered McCarthy's Lincoln Day speech? With a tape recorder that didn't work.
I don't believe you're prepared to give up this job for Mr Lyon.
I think you'll do whatever it takes.
Take the afternoon off.
You'll be out by the end of the week, anyway.
I hope you're not going to be this lax when I'm your producer.
Talk to Mr Lyon.
I intend to.
He doesn't listen to anyone but himself.
This shouldn't be open.
They told me it was going to be kept locked.
They? I have an appointment with Mr Darrall.
Oh, Professor Darrall sadly passed away last night.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
- You knew him? - No, but I hoped to.
If you'd like to talk to the bursar Was he married? Professor Darrall? No, I don't believe so.
Tragic.
Apparently, it was a robbery.
You've spoken to the police? Well, I'm sure it will be in the afternoon press.
All right, sir? Um, do you recognise this man? He works near here.
Yeah, came in last night, just as I was closing up.
He didn't have no change.
I told him he could pay me tomorrow, but he insisted I take this as security.
It seemed a bit much for a packet of smokes.
And the thing is, that he didn't come back.
Orchids.
You should to talk to your banker.
They really are an awful cliché.
George George! You know I'm leaving, don't you? What? If I'm about to lose two of my best journalists, then I'm entitled to feel a little sore.
You're a big girl, Bel, so I'll tell you this for nothing.
I know, because there are no secrets in this place.
You'll have your strings yanked like the rest of us.
- No, George.
- You'll see.
There you are, Georgie.
An eminent professor is found with his throat cut and it's reported as robbery.
No inquest, no search for suspects.
Every seam in his suit has been cut.
M16 visited the mortuary.
Missed your slot, programme's filled.
When does M16 visit the body of a robbery victim? They won't even answer my questions.
Why should they? Ha! They're M16.
What? And we should never challenge that? He still had his wallet and his watch.
Give me another 24 hours and I know I can follow it up, George.
Though I share your desire to live in the pages of an Ian Fleming novel, Mr Lyon, I prefer to keep my life separate from a work of fiction.
No, this is happening now, right now, outside this building, down on those streets, in this world and we are doing a disservice to the public to deny it! You won't run this, but you'll run footage of Ruth Elms smiling at her engagement.
No, the film blew.
That and the bobsleigh, both gone.
Eddie thinks there's something wrong with the machine.
For God's sake, George, have you had a single original thought in your life? Do you want to die knowing you were always a yes man? If you'll excuse me, I have a news programme to get out.
You know, more people watch The Sooty Show than us, George.
You're sacked! Accepted.
Freddie Buzz off, Moneypenny.
It is true, I am asking myself why I am doing this.
Especially as it is you who should be apologising to me.
But that's what you do when you believe in someone.
You let me go in there I should have told you.
I'm sorry, but Home Affairs is Not presenter.
Not good enough.
But most of all not here.
Don't you want to get out? Who else is going to have you? You know some nice girl needs to rescue you.
Who? There's only ever been you.
And you're not even that nice.
All right.
You sit here, pulling apart some stupid cigarette case, when next week you could be Before, it was an offer I declined, now it's a pity post, which I just can't - Won't.
- No.
And don't ask again, because quite frankly it's getting very tedious, your inability to stand on your own two feet.
But I suppose one should expect that from you.
I mean, for all your strong talk, Moneypenny, you really are quite hopeless, aren't you? You want to be oh so independent, but you just can't quite cut it alone.
Why else do you throw yourself at such unavailable men? Bravo.
Yes? Yes? Nothing.
They've reported nothing.
I'm sorry, but You were stupid to ask me to help you and I was even more stupid to think that I could.
Are you still there? Ruthie? Never give up, Freddie.
Never.
If it's something you truly care about, believe in, then you have to keep kicking back.
Let the rest of them give up if they must but If that is being a grown-up, I'd rather stay 21 forever.
Ruthie? Sir, could you please hang up? Could you tell me where this call is being made from, please? The Claringdon Hotel, sir.
Rwy.
Bel and I are leaving in five minutes.
Stop being such a coward.
When I was in France, there were these men I'd Hmm, I'd loosely call them journalists, but they were never at the front.
They never stuck their head above the parapet.
They were terrified of being shot.
Yet they wrote some of the best battle reportage that I've ever read.
Filched most of it from us, and what they didn't know, they'd make up.
But you're not one of them.
And you'll never truly know, will you, Freddie? Unless you stick your neck out and get yourself a little bit muddy.
Come on, jump.
I dare you.
- Coming for a drink? - Already drunk.
But I don't smoke.
Save it for later.
I wondered if you could have a look at this, Mr Lyon? I'd really appreciate your opinion.
"The tradition of Freedom of the City of London dates back "to the 13th century, when it attracted privileges, "including being allowed to go about the city with a drawn sword.
" - Did George ask you to write this? - Mmm.
It's very, um It's very, um - Nice and clear.
- It's It's boring? - Yes.
- I thought so.
You forgot your lamp.
That's just a piece of tat I picked up somewhere.
April 1952, your birthday.
- I bought it from john Lewis.
- A yellow desk light.
Just what every girl needs.
- Isaac! In.
- What are you doing? Oh, I thought we'd come along for the ride.
Douglas has invited us for drinks at Lime Grove Studios.
- Oh, goody.
- Children, there will be tears.
This is a high-class joint, but everywhere PUSH WOMAN'.
And I think that after all, one must remember the extraordinary things that one's parents and grandparents did, all their latest crazes.
Thank you.
Shall we leave our things over here? I think that will be all right.
What? Falling at the first hurdle? You can do this job standing on your head, Moneypenny.
And don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
Not me, not George, not your stupid bloody banker.
You're the best man for the job and you know it.
Is that your idea of an apology? After I gave you that lamp, we ate at that terrible Chinese.
It's an Anglepoise because you press your face too close to the page when you read and there's never enough light.
And you won't wear glasses because you say your nose is too small, and with glasses you'd look like a mole.
Which you don't.
Wouldn't.
They'd suit you.
You'd look just as fairly beautiful as you are.
It's yellow because you said no one wants a yellow lamp.
So I thought if I got if for you in yellow, then maybe no one - would steal it from your desk.
I do give these things quite a lot of consideration, you see.
The devil's in the detail.
And what you said about my story You're right, George will never run it.
An academic, seemingly eminent, has his throat slit in a suburban street.
Who wants to hear about that? But it shouldn't stop me trying.
That is why I'm pulling apart a cigarette case, that's why.
I want to hear you say it.
I get first choice of desk.
And I want an office with a window.
And an assistant, I absolutely need an assistant.
And I won't do the farming slots.
And? - May I accept the offer that I so - Rudely.
so rudely declined? The Hour?It'll never run.
- Mr Lyon.
- Mr Madden.
Looking forward to working with you.
Well, at least that makes one of us.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
Welcome on board, comrade.
Help us out, have a look.
See what you can do.
- It's fine.
- What do you mean I don't have to worry? And, um, we think that perhaps Clarence.
- I - Don't say it.
New slate, new day.
- You're always watching.
- I find it helps.
Otherwise one does tend to walk into walls, doors, that sort of thing.
Yes, she said you were witty.
She's easy to make laugh.
So tell me about yourself, Mr Lyon.
No.
Isaac! Isaac, the cigarette The cigarette that I Shall we take the champagne in? Bingo! How did you know that I like them? All beautiful women like orchids.
Do they really fall for that line? - Is it bad? - Very bad.
Darling! There you are.
Well, somebody obviously did.
- That's your - Wife.
Of course.
- And your - Father-in-law.
Douglas and he have been friends for years.
And I thought it was because you had such a pretty face.
Hello.
You look so handsome! Here he is, the face of tomorrow.
Congratulations, Hector.
Thank you, Wallace.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention? We are embarking on what I hope is to become a truly exciting journey, to the dawn of a new era.
The Houris coming.
The Hour! WOMAN ON TV".
I think fair's fair.
And I'm delighted you've asked me that question, because I sometimes think youth can get rather a raw deal.
Oh, why? WOMAN".
I've met very many teenagers up and down the country when I've been travelling around and I've seen all the particular Ruth? Ruthie? It's just me.
Hello? Ruth! Ruthie! Ruthie! Ruth! Ruthie! Ruthie! Hello? MAN".
Did you fire Mr Lyon? Yes, he's someone else's problem now.
- Good evening, Reception.
- Yes, hello.
The police.
Could you call the police, please? - Which room, sir? -This is room 214.
Could you hold, please?
We've bored the public for too long.
Give me this opportunity and I'll prove it.
-- Oh.
Thank you.
Of course, I'll need an assistant.
Two minutes, Mr Lyon.
But may I say one more thing? You haven't seen my best yet.
He needs to be more on mic.
Track in on caption three, - then lock off Stand by, studio.
- Mr Lyon.
- Cue grams.
WOMAN'.
Five seconds.
Five, - four - Yes I'm ready.
three, two, one.
- Cue johnny.
- And here they are, the debutantes of 1956.
- Roll newsreel.
- Young ladies of distinction enjoying a day at Royal Ascot.
And one young woman in particular has caught the eye of a certain leading man, actor Adam Le Ray.
Engagement looks set for the honourable Ruth Elms, daughter of Lord Elms of Framlingham, to this eligible young bachelor.
All of London society awaits the peal of wedding bells.
Cue telecine.
And now, here is a summary of the news from abroad.
Did you get it? - We got it.
- Producer? - Foreign Desk.
- Bravo.
I haven't told Freddie yet.
Good luck.
In Egypt, election victory for the Arab nationalist; Colonel Gamal Abdel Nasser.
Here he is with Prime Minister Anthony Eden during last year's visit to Cairo, where they discussed the future of the Suez Canal Company.
And that is the end of the news and newsreel from Alexandra Palace.
Goodnight.
And thanking you, gentlemen and Alice, for another fascinating evening.
May you go home once again happy in the knowledge that we have delivered the important news of the day with the same brisk banality as a debutante coming out in Mayfair.
Three, two, one-.
- Good evening, madam.
- Good evening.
Tutankhamen did somewhat neglect his duties as a son, so you see? Even the Pharaohs failed to write to their mothers.
And on that note, papers in by Friday, please.
Any late papers will be returned to you unread, be warned.
(mummy Hello, Operator? Put me through to Bloomsbury 7428.
Darling, our guests are arriving.
Lipstick.
I left my lipstick in the - Impeccable as ever, johnny.
- Thank you.
- Moneypenny.
James.
Friday's running order.
Next time do it yourself, I am not your secretary.
- Night.
And what of tomorrow, Mr Wengrow? I'm gunning for Kennedy for the VP nom, but who knows? A new hat for the Queen Mother? A rare sow with 20 in her litter? Mr Lyon.
Tonight, the Claringdon.
You're covering the engagement.
- How could I forget, Georgie? - Who's getting married? - Just another debutante.
- Night, George.
- How was I? - Bit slow on that last cue.
Nice watch.
Does the broker know it's missing? - Banker.
-Please, the details of your love life - do not interest me at all.
Where did you dine? Sheekey's.
We had oysters and afterwards he took me to the theatre.
Dinner, then the theatre.
I do love a man who plans.
That way around no one goes to sleep on a full stomach.
Can I cadge a lift? Eight letters, 14 down.
"Treacherous foe in bad or in good faith.
" Something 0 something F something D.
Bona fide.
Ready? - We are calcifying in television news.
- Agreed.
Hell, martial law may have been imposed in Poland but we've got footage of Prince Rainier on honeymoon with his showgirl.
And hallelujah, they're dining with the Queen.
We are the nightly dose of reassurance that everything's all right with the world.
- Agreed, agreed.
- Because some edict sent down from God-knows-who is telling us what we broadcast and how we broadcast.
We are going to escape.
Yes, but Freddie Don't worry, Moneypenny.
I'll put in a good word for you.
You're coming with me.
Freddie, this new programme.
It's everything we've been waiting for.
Working together.
It's exciting.
But I need to talk to you before your interview.
- Stay and have a drink with me? - And miss all the fun? You stay here and wait for your banker.
--But I warn you, he'll be late.
They're always late.
If he's still not here by 9:00, come and find me.
Just try to keep a clear head.
You're impossible! Good evening, gentlemen.
Shall we? Ladies and gentleman, it's truly wonderful to be able to share our engagement with so many loved ones.
Lord and Lady Elms, it's an honour and a privilege to be joining this eminent family.
And so without further ado, I ask you to raise your glasses to my beautiful fiancée.
And we both look forward to seeing you a week on Saturday.
And do let's keep our fingers crossed and hope the sun shines.
Ruth and Adam.
Ruth and Adam.
- You hiding? - No.
Yes.
I hate parties.
And I'd just written, "The newly engaged, "honourable Miss Elms was glowing.
" - Hello, Freddie.
- Miss Elms.
Would you like to comment? Yes, if you pour me another one of those.
How old are you now? 20? 21? Old enough.
I was 10 when you left.
Well, congratulations.
I wish youthe absolute best.
"A conspiracy is nothing but a secret agreement of a number of men "for the pursuance of policies which they dare not admit in public.
" You wrote that.
Actually, Mark Twain did but Damn! Tilt your head.
Pinch the bridge.
I'm sorry.
It's only a handkerchief.
You see it, don't you, Freddie? You always have.
There you are, darling.
Good night, Miss Elms.
God, you're drunk.
Not nearly enough.
Would you like to take the lady's coat, sir? I'm sure she'll pick it up later.
- Hello? - It's just me, Dad.
Good day, Frederick? There you are.
You should have the light on.
Mrs B not been in? - Washing up's still in What are you watching? The only thing wrong with her is her weight.
You should see her now.
Blimey, she's enormous! - Did you see the news tonight? - Usual rubbish.
- How's that nice girl? - Miss Rowley? She'sfine.
Look, will you leave it to me for a day or two? I want to give it a bit of thought; you know, chew it over.
Good morning, Broadcasting House.
One moment, please.
8:30.
I said 8:30.
Don't mix single malt with Martini.
Oh, wonderful.
Frederick Lyon to see the Director of Programmes, please.
- Of course.
- I brought the manifesto.
That was written years ago when we were very drunk.
You were drunk.
I was sober.
-- You put three Ts in topicality.
- Seventh floor, please.
- Thank you.
Freddie Do you think I should start with the Marx quote? - Freddie, you really need to focus.
- I know.
You're right.
Don't want to scare them off straight away.
- Not when one is looking to run - It doesn't have a name yet.
This changing face of television news programme hasn't got a name yet.
I'd pitch hard on balancing London news with the provinces.
It's important that they know you're interested in stories -in Bradford, Manchester, Leeds.
- Why? - Because you need to show them - Show them what? That you're familiar with the demands of Home Affairs.
That's your job.
You need to keep your options open.
Moneypenny, your eyes look piggy when you lie.
I'm the producer.
The new programme.
Clarence wants me to be the producer.
Right.
You produce, I'll present.
--Bel, Freddie, there you are.
- Now, breathe, Freddie.
- Clarence? He's waiting, but he has a packed day.
Later.
We speak in full sentences, we listen, and we don't try any funny stuff.
- Yes, right.
- Your reputation goes before you.
The good I have been able to confirm, the bad was youthful recklessness, which in your more mature years you have left behind.
- Clarence, I can - Freddie, this is my programme.
It's very important that I get the right team and that you are part of it.
Ditch the manifesto.
Bel told me.
Top button.
Thirteen minutes, 36.
8 seconds.
Remarkable! There.
There.
Ballsed it, top of the frame, bloody boom.
How did we run that? I want two men at Lord's next week to film Jim Laker.
One to hold the camera, the other to keep the bloody boom out of sight.
- You play? - Yes.
No.
Do I need to? I like football.
- Which team? - Derby County.
- My mother was born - So, not really.
You have something to do with natural history.
Heard a rumour they're setting up a unit somewhere in the BBC.
I'm a big fan of animals.
Clarence tells me you're a brilliant journalist.
Give me tomorrow's news.
Well, a lot can happen in 24 hours.
Eisenhower looks like he'll run for another term, but that's obvious.
I'm more interested in the underdog.
Rumour has it that the young Mr Kennedy is a contender for the Vice Presidential Democratic nomination.
But in newsreels, we don't do scoops.
Let me guess.
Accounts? Researcher.
You're flying out with a crew to the Amazon Monday.
Something like that.
Do you take sugar? That's a pretty blouse.
So, 60 minutes.
Six days to get it together, seventh day it's out there.
Three slots.
Tell me how it looks.
At the top, New Commonwealth immigration.
Seventy-five thousand people arriving here every year from the colonies.
But what does that really mean? Martin Luther King gives a public address in San Francisco.
The birth of the new negro, one who is not crippled by fear and self-loathing, but driven by dignity and destiny.
But we don't even challenge the fact that in every hotel window we still, without shame, say, "No Coloureds, No Irish.
" Second story, Macmillan and the credit squeeze, obviously.
The third? Thirteen minutes, 38.
6 seconds is a good story.
You've got a boom tracking in every shot.
Seeing him cross that finishing line is the thing.
It makes it more real.
Seeing the boom.
It's the mechanics of how we bear witness.
Because that's what we do, what one tries to do.
Reveal fleeting moments of history, not with apology, not as it is now, endless static newsreel, a man who never leaves his desk, delivering the story as if it's the dry, five-minute warm-up act to Hancock's Half Hour.
Of course, we all want to be entertained but while we're all busy laughing, Russia's aligning its missiles and declaring World War III.
It has to be the hour that you can't miss.
The hour you have to see.
Putting real journalists in front of the camera is sending out the message that you take news seriously.
So you see yourself in front of the camera, Mr Lyon? I never understand women and magazines.
They only ever buy them for the pictures.
You're so right.
And those things called novels.
Impossible, so many words This is where I ask you for a drink.
Sorry, I have to pack for South America.
Is this some kind of joke? Home Affairs? House of Lords garden parties and outbreaks of foot and mouth in Keswick? The audacity to even think you could present this programme! - He asked for my opinion.
- And you gave it, very eloquently, including telling him to stuff it! This is your fault.
I said talk to him, calm him down.
I said he's a risk, he's always a bloody risk.
But you said no.
You don't lead the story, the story leads you, Freddie.
First rule of news, hmm? Well, maybe you're better off where you are.
Two minutes.
You're not in accounts, are you? No.
Mr Lyon, I'm a big fan of your work.
How exactly? I mean, which bit of my work? Freddie Mr Madden, my apologies, this is Miss Rowley.
Yes, I know exactly who Miss Rowley is.
May I introduce you to the face of our new programme? If you'd like to come this way.
Christ, he's charming as well.
Freddie How could you do that? How could you not warn me what I was being interviewed for? If you would just listen to me And I thought it was so sweet that you wanted to meet me beforehand.
It's still Home Affairs.
You're still part of the team, and it's the team that Clarence believes in.
What? You and me and Gregory Peck? What is he? Oxford educated? Well, at least you're with your own kind.
Oh, of course.
You find him attractive.
You're pathetic.
It's you who said you were calcifying in newsreels.
Do you seriously want to die there? The last job I got you, you nearly closed us down because you accused the then Minister of Trade of accepting bribes! - He had, he was.
Clarence has championed you since day one.
He was giving you an opportunity and you have just thrown it back in his face.
You could be even more brilliant than you know but you just have to ruin it.
A HEW programme, a new era.
And they want me as producer.
They're humouring you.
They don't want a woman.
A woman is difficult, hysterical.
And you can never really find one who will ever stay.
A couple more years, you'll probably want a baby.
- Oh, don't speak! - And even if they don't say that to your face, that's what they're thinking.
Anything else is just your vanity making you believe What? That I can do it? That I can actually do this? Watch me.
Mmm, Lyon.
George wants to bump the Vice Presidential nomination -for the Duke of Edinburgh.
- Not guilty! Mr Wengrow is on Royal duty.
He does look very smart on his horse.
Copy in by 4:00, ladies and gentlemen, copy in by 4:00.
Oh, a doctor's been seen arriving at Downing Street.
Apparently Eden's unwell again.
Well, you know where rumour gets us.
And Cairo? Well, I'm covering the bobsleigh at Bergen and then I'm What to you is rumour, to the rest of the world is foresight, George.
Have you done your copy for the Elms' engagement yet, Mr Lyon? Not remotely.
You know, I have any number of men who would happily fill your post, Mr Lyon.
Is that a threat? 4:00.
No Eden, no Cairo.
Don't sulk, spoils your face.
They could at least offered me Foreign Affairs.
- Already ta ken.
- You? Traitor.
I want my desk back.
As I recall, I won this desk.
You've got absolutely no poker face.
Mr Lyon, there's a lady to see you.
She said you're old friends.
Nice coat.
Mother hates it.
I wear it to annoy her.
One needs to find tiny acts of rebellion where one can.
Is this a joke? That's funny.
Most people think I'm too serious.
But I find it very serious indeed, the world.
- You have grown up.
- Oh, don't patronise me.
Why didn't you ever reply to my letters? It didn't matter.
I've kept up with what you're doing.
Read your odd articles.
That makes you quite unique.
I even found a short story you wrote in The Listener.
Which I may add, was not very good.
Though I suppose the novel is perhaps still the last domain of the free mind.
Where they can't tell you what to think, what to say.
That and art, I suppose.
They? Who are they? What are you talking about? They! They are everywhere.
Here in this building, out on the street, in your office.
They even control what you write.
Have you heard of Peter Danaâ? He's He was one of the leading political minds this country had.
He was killed last night.
It will be reported in the evening papers as a robbery.
It wasn't.
There will be no investigation.
Even those who loved him the most will be told to forget him.
They will weave a web of deceitful lies.
You think it's ridiculous? I wish it were.
I want you to find out why he was murdered.
Go to the police.
- I'm not the right person.
- Yes, you are.
You think you live in a democracy.
You think this country stands for freedom of speech.
It does not.
No, I'll make my own way out.
They will kill me if they know I'm talking to you.
Manstabbed.
North London.
Came in this morning, did anyone see it? Peter, his name was Peter something.
- Did he forgive you? - Who? Mr Lyon.
You really should have told him, you know.
He's a big boy.
You found one another.
Douglas is on his way.
All right, Charlie? Here you are.
No.
Suspected robbery came in last night.
Come on.
Let's be up with you.
You been frightening babies? Plainclothes were in an hour ago.
Alexis Storm will be heading the Foreign Desk.
- She covered the - Spanish Civil War in Madrid.
Broke the news in '40 that the British troops had arrived in France.
She has an extensive network of stringers all through Europe, the Middle East and Africa.
I'm presuming that you've resolved the issue of the home desk? There are a number of faces in the frame.
- Clarence - Can we have the claret? I realise Freddie wasn't at his best this morning.
You don't need him.
- He is passionate.
- He's dangerous.
There's that very nice chap on that Sunday news review.
- He might be an idea.
- No.
Freddie is infuriating and outspoken, but he sees the extraordinary in the ordinary.
I truly believe we need him.
I need him to make the programme the best that it can be.
And what is that? The world that Freddie sees.
A train crash, a labour strike.
Freddie will be somewhere away from all the other journalists talking to the last person that should matter but that is the story that matters most to ordinary people.
He finds them.
- Douglas.
- Clarence.
I hope you ordered for me.
Please.
- How many men? - Five.
MI5? Box 850, governor says.
SIS.
You know you're someone when MI6 come to pay their respects.
Did they do this? Someone was looking for something.
There's £15 in here.
Wasn't much of a robbery.
Unless they stole his last cigarette.
Five minutes, we're done.
Hmm? Yes, we're done.
McCain's in.
One of Eden's press minions.
Christ, he's coming over.
Leave it to me.
So this is how Westminster feeds you, hmm? Clarence.
What a gathering we have here! - And Mr Madden.
- Yes.
Oh, Miss Rowley.
You did that lovely piece, At Home With Lady Eden.
My friends so enjoyed that.
Is Prime Minister Eden in good health? Yes, he is.
Thank you.
Only I heard he'd been unwell again.
Such maternal instincts, I do think you're rather wasted in news.
I was hoping to see you today.
Michael very keen to have a word.
Pandit Nehru is coming to town.
Barton's been on the phone banging on at me for weeks about having an interview.
"No," I said, "Sorry, BBC has first dibs.
" Yes, are we celebrating? We're launching a topical news programme.
Oh! Good, marvellous.
Yes, does it have a name yet? Working on it.
Mr Madden will present it, Clarence at the helm and Miss Rowley is the producer.
Oh, that must have been a surprise.
What a coup, Miss Rowley.
Douglas, I must introduce your team to It's the mackintosh.
You left it on the table.
Thank you.
How about a brandy to celebrate? Well, I'd love to but beyond that door, women are not allowed.
What is it about you men? You always need a tiny corner where we can't quite reach you.
Then we'll have to take you elsewhere.
Come on, I'm good at smuggling contraband.
This is highly illegal.
That's what makes it so much more enjoyable.
How can you bear that man talking to you like that? It'd be foolish to make an enemy of anyone close to government, Mr Madden.
Hector.
Hero of Troy.
Father with pretensions of a scholar.
And mother? Oh, she died.
When I was 10.
I've been out long enough.
- Some of us have work to do.
- So it's true what they say? You work twice as hard as any man and none is half as good as you.
I enjoy the company of men.
Is it true you covered McCarthy's Lincoln Day speech? With a tape recorder that didn't work.
I don't believe you're prepared to give up this job for Mr Lyon.
I think you'll do whatever it takes.
Take the afternoon off.
You'll be out by the end of the week, anyway.
I hope you're not going to be this lax when I'm your producer.
Talk to Mr Lyon.
I intend to.
He doesn't listen to anyone but himself.
This shouldn't be open.
They told me it was going to be kept locked.
They? I have an appointment with Mr Darrall.
Oh, Professor Darrall sadly passed away last night.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
- You knew him? - No, but I hoped to.
If you'd like to talk to the bursar Was he married? Professor Darrall? No, I don't believe so.
Tragic.
Apparently, it was a robbery.
You've spoken to the police? Well, I'm sure it will be in the afternoon press.
All right, sir? Um, do you recognise this man? He works near here.
Yeah, came in last night, just as I was closing up.
He didn't have no change.
I told him he could pay me tomorrow, but he insisted I take this as security.
It seemed a bit much for a packet of smokes.
And the thing is, that he didn't come back.
Orchids.
You should to talk to your banker.
They really are an awful cliché.
George George! You know I'm leaving, don't you? What? If I'm about to lose two of my best journalists, then I'm entitled to feel a little sore.
You're a big girl, Bel, so I'll tell you this for nothing.
I know, because there are no secrets in this place.
You'll have your strings yanked like the rest of us.
- No, George.
- You'll see.
There you are, Georgie.
An eminent professor is found with his throat cut and it's reported as robbery.
No inquest, no search for suspects.
Every seam in his suit has been cut.
M16 visited the mortuary.
Missed your slot, programme's filled.
When does M16 visit the body of a robbery victim? They won't even answer my questions.
Why should they? Ha! They're M16.
What? And we should never challenge that? He still had his wallet and his watch.
Give me another 24 hours and I know I can follow it up, George.
Though I share your desire to live in the pages of an Ian Fleming novel, Mr Lyon, I prefer to keep my life separate from a work of fiction.
No, this is happening now, right now, outside this building, down on those streets, in this world and we are doing a disservice to the public to deny it! You won't run this, but you'll run footage of Ruth Elms smiling at her engagement.
No, the film blew.
That and the bobsleigh, both gone.
Eddie thinks there's something wrong with the machine.
For God's sake, George, have you had a single original thought in your life? Do you want to die knowing you were always a yes man? If you'll excuse me, I have a news programme to get out.
You know, more people watch The Sooty Show than us, George.
You're sacked! Accepted.
Freddie Buzz off, Moneypenny.
It is true, I am asking myself why I am doing this.
Especially as it is you who should be apologising to me.
But that's what you do when you believe in someone.
You let me go in there I should have told you.
I'm sorry, but Home Affairs is Not presenter.
Not good enough.
But most of all not here.
Don't you want to get out? Who else is going to have you? You know some nice girl needs to rescue you.
Who? There's only ever been you.
And you're not even that nice.
All right.
You sit here, pulling apart some stupid cigarette case, when next week you could be Before, it was an offer I declined, now it's a pity post, which I just can't - Won't.
- No.
And don't ask again, because quite frankly it's getting very tedious, your inability to stand on your own two feet.
But I suppose one should expect that from you.
I mean, for all your strong talk, Moneypenny, you really are quite hopeless, aren't you? You want to be oh so independent, but you just can't quite cut it alone.
Why else do you throw yourself at such unavailable men? Bravo.
Yes? Yes? Nothing.
They've reported nothing.
I'm sorry, but You were stupid to ask me to help you and I was even more stupid to think that I could.
Are you still there? Ruthie? Never give up, Freddie.
Never.
If it's something you truly care about, believe in, then you have to keep kicking back.
Let the rest of them give up if they must but If that is being a grown-up, I'd rather stay 21 forever.
Ruthie? Sir, could you please hang up? Could you tell me where this call is being made from, please? The Claringdon Hotel, sir.
Rwy.
Bel and I are leaving in five minutes.
Stop being such a coward.
When I was in France, there were these men I'd Hmm, I'd loosely call them journalists, but they were never at the front.
They never stuck their head above the parapet.
They were terrified of being shot.
Yet they wrote some of the best battle reportage that I've ever read.
Filched most of it from us, and what they didn't know, they'd make up.
But you're not one of them.
And you'll never truly know, will you, Freddie? Unless you stick your neck out and get yourself a little bit muddy.
Come on, jump.
I dare you.
- Coming for a drink? - Already drunk.
But I don't smoke.
Save it for later.
I wondered if you could have a look at this, Mr Lyon? I'd really appreciate your opinion.
"The tradition of Freedom of the City of London dates back "to the 13th century, when it attracted privileges, "including being allowed to go about the city with a drawn sword.
" - Did George ask you to write this? - Mmm.
It's very, um It's very, um - Nice and clear.
- It's It's boring? - Yes.
- I thought so.
You forgot your lamp.
That's just a piece of tat I picked up somewhere.
April 1952, your birthday.
- I bought it from john Lewis.
- A yellow desk light.
Just what every girl needs.
- Isaac! In.
- What are you doing? Oh, I thought we'd come along for the ride.
Douglas has invited us for drinks at Lime Grove Studios.
- Oh, goody.
- Children, there will be tears.
This is a high-class joint, but everywhere PUSH WOMAN'.
And I think that after all, one must remember the extraordinary things that one's parents and grandparents did, all their latest crazes.
Thank you.
Shall we leave our things over here? I think that will be all right.
What? Falling at the first hurdle? You can do this job standing on your head, Moneypenny.
And don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
Not me, not George, not your stupid bloody banker.
You're the best man for the job and you know it.
Is that your idea of an apology? After I gave you that lamp, we ate at that terrible Chinese.
It's an Anglepoise because you press your face too close to the page when you read and there's never enough light.
And you won't wear glasses because you say your nose is too small, and with glasses you'd look like a mole.
Which you don't.
Wouldn't.
They'd suit you.
You'd look just as fairly beautiful as you are.
It's yellow because you said no one wants a yellow lamp.
So I thought if I got if for you in yellow, then maybe no one - would steal it from your desk.
I do give these things quite a lot of consideration, you see.
The devil's in the detail.
And what you said about my story You're right, George will never run it.
An academic, seemingly eminent, has his throat slit in a suburban street.
Who wants to hear about that? But it shouldn't stop me trying.
That is why I'm pulling apart a cigarette case, that's why.
I want to hear you say it.
I get first choice of desk.
And I want an office with a window.
And an assistant, I absolutely need an assistant.
And I won't do the farming slots.
And? - May I accept the offer that I so - Rudely.
so rudely declined? The Hour?It'll never run.
- Mr Lyon.
- Mr Madden.
Looking forward to working with you.
Well, at least that makes one of us.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
Welcome on board, comrade.
Help us out, have a look.
See what you can do.
- It's fine.
- What do you mean I don't have to worry? And, um, we think that perhaps Clarence.
- I - Don't say it.
New slate, new day.
- You're always watching.
- I find it helps.
Otherwise one does tend to walk into walls, doors, that sort of thing.
Yes, she said you were witty.
She's easy to make laugh.
So tell me about yourself, Mr Lyon.
No.
Isaac! Isaac, the cigarette The cigarette that I Shall we take the champagne in? Bingo! How did you know that I like them? All beautiful women like orchids.
Do they really fall for that line? - Is it bad? - Very bad.
Darling! There you are.
Well, somebody obviously did.
- That's your - Wife.
Of course.
- And your - Father-in-law.
Douglas and he have been friends for years.
And I thought it was because you had such a pretty face.
Hello.
You look so handsome! Here he is, the face of tomorrow.
Congratulations, Hector.
Thank you, Wallace.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention? We are embarking on what I hope is to become a truly exciting journey, to the dawn of a new era.
The Houris coming.
The Hour! WOMAN ON TV".
I think fair's fair.
And I'm delighted you've asked me that question, because I sometimes think youth can get rather a raw deal.
Oh, why? WOMAN".
I've met very many teenagers up and down the country when I've been travelling around and I've seen all the particular Ruth? Ruthie? It's just me.
Hello? Ruth! Ruthie! Ruthie! Ruth! Ruthie! Ruthie! Hello? MAN".
Did you fire Mr Lyon? Yes, he's someone else's problem now.
- Good evening, Reception.
- Yes, hello.
The police.
Could you call the police, please? - Which room, sir? -This is room 214.
Could you hold, please?