Power: The Downfall of Huw Edwards (2026)

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'Good luck, everyone.'

OK. Huw.

In your own time.

A few moments ago,

Buckingham Palace

announced the death

of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II.

Mm-hm. Yeah?

Oh, no, no, I wa...

I wanna meet you, Alex.

We're just back on shitty lockdown,

aren't we?

Piss off. I'm not.

I'm not a goody two-shoes. I'm not.

It's just...

I'm just saying, like...

'Tonight at ten...'

Yeah.

Uh-huh.

Didn't have any of this

lockdown bollocks with Spanish flu.

I'm not being funny, but

didn't that k*ll loads of people?

Only about 50 to 100 million.

Who were you talking to, cariad?

Er, j... Er, just someone

from college who fancies me.

We're gonna meet tomorrow.

What's her name?

Her name?

Mm.

Alex.

Well, don't forget to bring

that Alex a bone for her guide dog.

Oh, Mick!

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

Come on, you're gonna be late.

Thanks, love.

I'll see you in the morning.

Not if I see you first.

He doesn't mean anything by it.

Oh, you keep telling yourself

that, Mam.

Keep telling yourself that.

Look, I know

what you're thinking.

I don't look like my photos.

All right,

so I might have used a filter.

Oh, there's no filter that good.

All right!

Don't bite my head off, like.

At least I'm f*cking legal.

You're, what, 15... 16?

Piss off, 16! I'm nearly 18.

You don't look it.

And you don't look like

Ryan Gosling.

You know what? I should probably

get going. Yeah, suit yourself.

But just so you know,

I'm not a loser.

Did I say that?

Nah, cos losers don't get

presents like this. Yeah?

Or these bad boys.

Mm. I'm buzzing for you.

And losers don't have famous people

giving 'em a load of cash.

So you're friends

with someone famous?

More like his porn dealer.

Look at your face!

Talk about Little Miss Innocent!

Famous?

How famous?

"On the telly every night" famous.

I ain't lying.

Prove it.

Mm-hm.

Anyway, I'm thinking

of getting into cycling,

picking up a new fitness regime.

- What do you reckon?

- May as well, yeah.

Hello.

Hi.

Hi, hi.

More of your groupies.

Maybe we should start

calling them "Huw-pies".

I don't have groupies,

or any deviation thereof.

Admirers, then,

including some in very high places.

Oh, don't believe

everything you hear, Angelica.

Does that include the rumour

you're in the seat

when old Queenie

pops her Jimmy Choos?

Hey, keep your voice down.

I don't think they heard you

in Manchester there!

Operation London Bridge

is the worst-kept secret in telly.

Nah. Nothing's been decided.

And truth be told,

I'm not everyone's first -

or even tenth - choice.

"Everyone" being...?

Certain individuals who think

that having depression means

you're just one bad day away

from going full Christine Chubbuck

and other certain individuals

who think that my accent

is a slippery slope

towards a Scouse -

or even, God forbid,

a Brummie voice of the nation.

Paranoid much?

It's not paranoia if everyone

really does hate you, is it?

Huh!

Thought you'd gone to bed.

Nah, just doing some college stuff.

How'd your date go?

Oh, erm...

I don't know.

She wasn't really my type.

Had a working brain cell, did she?

Argh!

Oh!

That's 60 seconds, Huw.

Thank you.

Now, to remember, everyone,

"Nation shall speak peace

unto nation."

And if you could make me look good

as well, then so much the better.

Just gonna...

What are you doing?

I wanna watch the news.

Why? It's a load of bollocks.

So why do you watch it, then?

Because I'm smart enough to know

it is a load of bollocks.

Oh, will you let him

watch the flippin' news?

Ah!

Get brainwashed.

Oh, you like

that Huw Edwards anyway.

Oh, yeah. He's lush, he is.

Yeah, he's all right.

Seems like a solid...

Oi! I thought you wanted

to watch the bloody news.

Oh.

'Good evening.

'Tonight at ten,

more people were made redundant

'in the three months

to October this year

'than at any comparable period.

'The hospitality industry

is especially badly affected.

'In the US, six weeks

after the election of Joe Biden...'

'I've got 12 vids...

if you want them.'

'Couldn't play the last batch,

but the others were amazing.'

'If you like them,

you'll love these.'

'The end

of the national silence

'and the beginning

of the funeral service.'

Oh, poor woman.

Standing there all by her lonesome.

Maybe she dropped one.

Oh, have some respect.

She's the bloody Queen.

Your Queen, not mine.

God, you're chopsy today.

It's still sad.

'..in his resting place

in the Royal Vault.'

But she's got a lovely big palace

and roast swan to cheer her up.

Oh, stop it!

'Her Majesty the Queen will be...'

You're quiet, love.

Makes a change.

Well, it's like you say.

It's dead sad.

Oh, not you an' all!

Why not hang a f*cking Union Jack

out the front of the house

and be done?

'..Prince Edward

and their families.'

'How was your day?'

'Busy.'

'Yeah, I saw.

You were brill, by the way.'

'Flattery will get you everywhere.'

'Are you OK to go on video?'

What's the problem?

I'm just a bit down, that's all.

When I was watching the Queen

earlier, like, she looked so...

..erm, like, lonely

and, like, trapped.

"Like" trapped?

Sorry.

I guess that's how I feel sometimes.

Except I live in Butetown,

and there's no f*cking roast swan.

If it's any consolation,

I grew up in Llangennech.

Oh, yeah? Huh. Never heard of it.

No, nobody has.

It's the arse end of nowhere.

Were you also into guys then?

That's ancient history.

So... that's a no?

Not exactly. Er, it was, erm...

Well, it was

a more complicated time, yeah.

Huh. And now?

And now I just try to remember

that there's a...

a bigger picture to consider.

Right. So you're not ashamed

or anything, no?

No, it's got nothing

to do with shame, Ryan.

The stakes are just higher for me

than they are for you, you know?

I tell you one thing

for a fact, though.

If I was your age now,

I wouldn't be hiding away.

Well, that's cos

you don't live in my estate.

Yeah, everyone around here

thinks that...

I don't know.

They think that...

h*m*

are taking over the world.

Reckon they're even worse

than the English.

Mm. They remind me of my father,

may he rest in peace,

especially

when it comes to the Saeson.

What about gays?

Well, we never had

that conversation.

What I mean to say

is it never arose as a topic.

But what if it had?

Ah, I really don't know.

I think I was already

an embarrassment to him.

What?! He said you were

an embarrassment? There's no way.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Huw the academic failure,

that was me.

Oh, I'm really enjoying dredging

all this sh*t up, by the way

It's very f*cking cathartic.

I just thought

we were having a moment.

Sorry.

I can tell you're angry.

I can see it.

No, I'm not angry.

But there have to be boundaries

between us, lines of demarcation.

Do you understand?

Yeah. Yeah, no, I...

Yeah, sorry, I understand.

So, erm...

What would you like

to talk about instead, Huw?

Nothing.

Why don't you

show me something instead?

Slowly.

Slowly, baby.

Slowly.

Oh! Oh.

'Don't you worry

about people saying stuff?'

What stuff?

'g*y stuff?'

No, I'm too important for that now.

'And if they found out about us?'

They won't.

'But what if?'

The media would eat me alive,

and my career would be destroyed.

'sh*t.'

But that won't happen, baby.

As long as you always listen to me.

Oh, Ryan!

Back already?

Workshy little bugger.

Let me guess, puncture?

Or is the whole of Cardiff

on a hunger strike?

Did something to my leg.

And the other one's got

f*cking bells on it.

Right, I'm gonna have a bath, OK?

Soak it off, like.

Not before me, you're bloody not.

Mam?

Don't look at her.

You start paying

a few bills round here,

then maybe you can have

first f*cking dip.

Right, that sh*t's really starting

to do my head in now.

You've got three brand-new

pairs of trainers in your wardrobe.

Three.

100 a pop,

according to the internet.

Are you dealing?

What?

Drugs.

Ganja, cocaine, smack.

Oh, my God! You think

I'm a heroin dealer now, huh?

Don't you bloody laugh at me.

You've barely done

a day's work this month.

Whoa!

Look who's channelling Mick now.

I want the truth, Ryan, I mean it.

OK.

Well, if you must know, it's...

The trainers... they're fakes.

Fakes?

Yes, yes, they're fakes.

They're dupes. You know, knock-offs.

I just sell them on

as the real deal.

But isn't that ill*gal?

Only if you get caught.

I have raised you better than that.

Oh, here we go.

Excuse me!

While you are living under this

roof, you will respect my rules.

Then how about you respect

my privacy, then, Mam?

Like, f*ck off.

I'm 18, I'm not a kid any more!

She thinks I'm selling fake gear.

Good. Keep it that way.

And maybe go easy

on the shopping sprees.

You're not f*cking Imelda Marcos.

Who?

Don't worry.

It's a generational thing.

Ah. Well,

this place is doing my head in.

I need to get away for a few days.

Honestly,

it's like I can't breathe sometimes.

Where would you go?

Er... Haven't got a Scooby.

A Scooby?

A Scooby Doo, clue?

It's a generation thing.

No, but, seriously, all I know

is anywhere is better than here.

Oh, it sounds like

you just need a change of scenery.

Uh-huh. Try a life transplant.

Ah, the grass isn't always greener.

Yeah, but it might be

less f*cking... naggy and nosy.

Any suggestions?

Leave it with me, baby.

Seriously?

Yeah.

A happy Ryan equals a happy Huw.

Ah!

Oh, it's amazing.

You know, I've only, like,

stayed in a hotel, like... "Like."

Oh.

Well, I've only stayed in a hotel

twice in my life,

and I've never even had my own room.

Mm!

Oh, it was dead funny

at reception, right?

I never actually thought that

you'd book it under your real name.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I should have told you that.

Yeah. Well, I ended up

saying you were my uncle.

I prefer Daddy,

if it's all the same.

Erm...

Well, anyway, let me, er...

let me show you the room.

So... Oh, look at this.

How classy is that?

Can you see that? Wow.

I never knew Cardiff

could look so beautiful.

Oh! And then, over here...

Mm. Yes, please!

Ryan's very own minibar.

Can you see those? Can you see?

And then let me show you

the bathroom. So...

Oh, before that, these slides here?

I'm definitely gonna pinch

those slides when I leave.

And here, the big reveal.

Do not get me started

on this bathroom. It's massive.

And, look, I've got, look,

six - yes, six - towels.

Coming! I'm just on a work call.

I've been called to supper.

Send me a vid instead.

OK, Mr Supper. Ah!

"You, darling,

come hither for your supper."

It's just a word.

Yeah, for rich people.

I mean, in our house,

we just have plain old tea.

Well, for your information,

my upbringing

wasn't exactly well-to-do.

Yeah, but look at you now.

You're... famous.

You know? Living the dream.

Oh, is that so?

Cos you know me so well

Whoa, why are you being like this?

I'm only messing around with you.

Let's get one thing straight.

Unlike you,

everything I have, I've earnt.

And that includes respect.

I weren't being disrespectful,

I was...

Huw...

Huw, please talk to me.

Or at least...

..tell me how I can

make it up to you.

Earn your keep

and know your f*cking place.

Huh.

'Naughty pics and vids.

Unsure if you'd like.'

'Go on.'

'Young.'

'Go on.'

All right, pet!

Did someone say party?

Get off me, Sash!

Mm! We've drunk everything.

So? I'll just... order more.

Ooh! Flex!

Oh, can we get something

to eat as well? Uh-huh.

I am starved, me.

Yeah, you can have

whatever you want, Sash.

He's the one paying.

Oh, please. Please, please,

please, please tell me his name.

For the thousandth time,

I'm not allowed. Go on!

No, no, no, I'm not allowed.

That's the deal.

Whatevs. You're so jammy.

Go on. Have that.

Ta.

Hmm... I reckon a little

pick-me-up first, though.

Oh, and don't hate.

I know you think gak sucks.

Right, f*ck it. Chuck us a bump.

Yeah, funny.

I'm not joking.

Come on!

All right, babe.

Mm-hm.

We thought we'd take this party

up a notch. Oh, yeah?

Ryan, meet Daz!

Hi.

You all right?

Yeah, yeah. I'm good. Great.

Chills. We got f*cking chills!

f*ck.

f*ck, f*ck. f*ck, f*ck, f*ck!

f*cking b*stard!

Remembered

where you live, then? Yeah.

Can I borrow your phone, please?

Why, where's your phone?

I lost it, OK?

How?

Just give me your phone, will you?!

What happened?

'I got mugged.'

The guy, he took everything.

Seriously, he was massive.

All right,

so this Neanderthal has your phone

with all my f*cking info and texts?

No, no, no, no. I delete everything

you send, everything,

just like you told me.

You'd better be telling the truth.

If this gets in the wrong hands,

I'm done. It's front page news.

Huw, chill!

Don't tell me to chill. I'm taking

all the f*cking risks here.

You get to walk off into the sunset,

but me? I'm getting crucified.

Well, it's not gonna happen, is it?

'And for what?

'I mean, what even is this?'

It's one-way traffic.

That's what it is.

Well, that f*cking changes today.

What? What are you saying?

I'm saying I'm sick and tired of

always giving and never receiving.

But I... I do stuff for you.

'You do the bare minimum, Ryan.

'And even then, it's like

you're doing me a favour.'

Then tell me what you want.

'I want more, Ryan.

'That's what I want. More.'

Hi.

Follow me.

- Hiya.

- Hi.

I think that man, I recognise him.

Yeah, I recognise him.

I'm sure I know that man.

Oh.

Go on.

'You have one new message.'

'I'm sorry.

I just couldn't, Huw, I-I froze.

'It's me, not you, I promise.

'Please, don't give up on me.'

How was that?

Barely adequate.

Then tell me how to improve.

Try getting in f*cking shape,

for a start.

I'm in better condition

than you are.

OK, fine. I'll start going

to the gym again, I promise.

All right.

But do it for yourself, yes?

Not for me.

All right, now,

I'm going away, baby,

so I'll be off comms for a few days.

Is this all there is?

"All there is"?

Mm-hm.

Erm...

Between us.

If you want more,

f*cking sort yourself out.

Where do I know that voice from?

Oh, Sash!

Hey, did you get the stuff?

Please.

Yeah, please.

Thank you. Ch...

Ah!

Not until I get

some f*cking rent money.

One night, I told you.

That were two months ago.

Oh, and... whoever "Daddy" is,

he sounds like a right c*ck.

And get the f*cking door.

Sasha, I'm getting

my f*cking trainers.

Door's open. f*ck's sake!

Whoops!

Mick's gonna k*ll us.

No, relax. He's working up north

in the minute.

Look, it's no biggie.

I'll just... pay to get it fixed.

Slow down!

Oh, Sash!

Stop it! Stop worrying all the time.

You need to f*cking slow down.

Oh, Jesus. No more.

Out.

Now!

That was a bit rude.

You disgust me.

Can't believe I slept all day.

I don't know who you are any more,

Ryan, I really don't.

And for you to bring that...

filth into my house.

Please.

Please don't give up on me.

Why not?

You've obviously

given up on yourself.

I'll do anything you ask.

I swear.

Then tell me the truth.

The truth?

About where

all your money comes from.

Tell me!

There's a...

There's a man.

Gives us presents and money, like.

Money for what?

Erm, no...

Stuff.

Different stuff.

What kind of stuff?

Ryan, what kind of stuff?

Mam...

you don't wanna know.

Are you say...

Are you saying you're g*y?

It's not about that.

I mean...

Yeah.

Yeah.

But that's not why.

It's-It's more... complicated.

It's hard to understand.

Then make me understand.

Do I know him?

No.

No, not exactly.

Well, what's his name?

Mam, do we really

need to do this right now?

What are you doing?

You said you wanted to know

who he is, right?

But that's...

Yeah.

Oh! Erm...

We need to tell someone.

No.

Ryan, it's wrong.

The media would destroy him.

He's told me.

To control you, love.

No.

This is... It's what his kind do.

No, no. No, he means it.

He's got too much to lose.

I don't care!

Mam, please, please!

I couldn't live with myself

if he did something to himself.

I couldn't.

Mam, seriously, you've gotta...

..promise me.

I promise.

Come on, let's go back inside.

No. In a bit. You go.

It's not as bad as you think it is.

Huw says I'm important to him, Mam.

Says I'm special.

Oh!

Think heartbroken, but austere.

'Heartbroken, but austere.'

Alex Williams,

you're charged with

possessing and distributing

indecent images of children,

as well as possessing

prohibited images of children.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention

when questioned something...

Heartbroken... but austere.

'Austere.'

Heartbroken, but austere.

Huw.

In your own time.

A few moments ago,

Buckingham Palace announced

the death

of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II.

'The Palace has just issued

this statement.

'It says that the Queen

died peacefully

'at Balmoral this afternoon.

'The King and the Queen Consort

will remain at Balmoral this evening

'and will return to London tomorrow.

'Within the past few minutes...'

Can't believe

she's proper gone, like.

'..of Her Majesty Queen...'

He really practised that look.

'To recap on the statement,

'the Queen died peacefully

at Balmoral this afternoon...' What?

Who?

Huw.

Huw who?

My sugar daddy.

"Never forget, Ryan. The seven Ps.

"Proper planning and preparation

prevents piss-poor performance."

Hang on. I'm sorry. What?!

He's your sugar daddy?!

That old fossil?

Seriously?

You gotta be joking.

Ry...

You're sh1tting me, right?

"King Charles,

give Huw Edwards a knighthood.

"What a consummate professional.

Calm, sombre..."

All right, stop, stop! Please stop.

Oh, and this one.

"Measured but powerful gravitas.

"Hit me like a hammer."

Oh, that word, "gravitas"!

Looks like you were right

to swerve Strictly after all.

All right, that's-that's enough.

Yeah, it's not good for my ego.

I'm sorry, Britain has spoken.

You are literally

THE voice of the nation.

Oh, I don't know about that.

I'm just doing my job.

"If you don't send me

"2,500 right now,

"me and my friends

"will show The Sun and The Mirror

"what you have been doing."

Ungrateful sh*t!

No, what the hell, Sash?!

No!

You can't send that.

Yes!

Stop being a p*ssy.

"Cos I have been speaking to

"other boys you have spoke to."

'Stop being a knob

and talk to me tomorrow...'

"..when you're sober."

You gonna let him speak to you

like that? No, give me that.

'When I'm sober?

'Do you want people thinking

you're a nonce?

'Do you want people thinking

you're a wh*re?

'Stop being a d*ck,

for f*ck's sake.'

Huw!

Coming!

Don't back off now.

'1:30am, if it ain't in there,

'then these pictures

are going everywhere.'

'Ah, it's blackmail, you mean?

'Ten years in jail

for that, princess.'

'It's all here.'

'Talk to you tomorrow, Ryan.

You've disappointed me.'

'So you want people knowing

you like 17-year-old boys?'

'You're a blackmailer. OK?'

'So you're a what? A paedophile?'

Happy new year.

Happy?

Bit optimistic, in't you?

You can't let the boy

ruin your life.

That's not fair on either of us.

Look, I know

this is hard for you, love.

But it's not Ryan's fault.

Course not.

Never is.

Can we talk about something else?

No. We're having this out.

I know it's a f*cking sickness

and everything, but...

no-one's making him

snort that sh*t up his nose.

It's not his bloody fault, OK?

He's being groomed.

What are you on about, "groomed"?

Groomed by who?

Even now, like,

I can't, erm...

I can't really

get my head around it.

Carys?

Groomed by who?

Huw Edwards.

From the news.

You're telling me Huw Edwards,

THE f*cking Huw Edwards

off the telly,

is g*y for Ryan?

I didn't say g*y. Did I say g*y?

And I know it sounds mad.

Don't be daft.

Nothing mad about that,

makes perfect f*cking sense

Ryan told me.

Ryan's off his stalk.

No, Mick. And so are you

if you believe that bollocks.

I have seen text messages from him.

He showed me.

Are you even hearing yourself?

It's true.

What, cos your precious angel

says so? Well, why would he lie?

Because that's what druggies do.

They lie, they steal.

They f*cking infect everything

and everyone around them.

I need you to believe me.

I'm going to bed.

Mick, please!

No, I'm sorry.

This is where I tap out.

What? "Sorry" doesn't make it right,

you know.

When you say the things that you

say, it hurts. It hurts me deeply.

It's not on purpose, honest.

It's just things have been...

Things have been a bit rough lately.

Oh, you think

that justifies your behaviour?

Didn't say that, did I?

Look, I know I've let you down.

No, you've let yourself down.

And you know why?

Because I'm wasting my potential.

I'm sorry, I didn't catch that.

Because I'm wasting my potential.

Yes, you are.

And do you know exactly why that is?

'Because I don't

listen to you enough.'

No. No, you don't.

'Now, how much does my little

blood-sucking vampire want today?

Mm, 200.

Hm? Is that all?

Cos obviously

I'm a f*cking walking, talking ATM.

Sasha's gonna throw me out.

I'll be on the streets.

'I'll-I'll be off comms.'

You know what?

Switch your camera on.

Do we have to?

Yes.

Oh, Christ. I wish I hadn't asked.

OK, so, here's the deal.

I'll send you

yet more f*cking money.

Oh. Thanks.

Thanks.

BUT I want to say this to you.

And, Ryan?

I want you to listen very clearly

and very carefully.

Oh, and try not to look like

a five-pound-a-suck

meth addict, please.

Well, is he gonna pay you,

or what?

Ryan?

What?

Is the prick sending money?

Er... Er, yeah.

So why... why the face?

You don't have to see him.

Yeah. I do.

What, cos he says so?

f*ck off.

I owe him, Sash.

I owe him for everything.

Is that what the old pervert's

been telling you?

He's not an old pervert, OK?

He's not.

It's just hard for him to have,

like, a normal relationship.

That's all it is.

Is that what you want?

I don't know.

What if I do?

f*ck me! Next you'll be telling me

you're in love.

Oh, my God. Ryan!

Love isn't being

sh*t-scared of someone.

Love isn't being

some on-demand phone sex doll.

Love isn't that f*cked-up thing

in the mirror.

All right.

So, what is love, then, Sash?

What is love, Sash?

Come on, Miss f*cking

One Train Wreck After Another,

tell me, what is love?

Spill the tea.

Maybe I don't have a f*cking clue.

But I do know one thing.

The bare minimum for love

is being able to say no to someone.

Huw doesn't do "no".

Well, then...

you'd best piss off

and not keep Daddy waiting.

Mick?

Mick!

I told you I wasn't off my head.

What are you on about?

See for yourself.

That's... It's him. It's...

Huw Edwards.

I don't get it.

How come you've seen this?

Ryan's forgotten to log out

of his Instagram on my phone again.

And you can read their messages?

Yeah, and he is in Cardiff.

Now. He's here.

They were meant to meet up.

See, this is what my Ryan

has been dealing with.

He's saying that he's going back

to the station.

He's going back to London.

When?

Now.

I've left messages on your Insta,

but I don't know

where the f*ck you are.

'I'm rapidly losing patience, Ryan.

'You'd better have a cast-iron

reason for standing me up.'

f*ck him.

'The next train

to arrive at Platform 1

'is the Great Western Railway

service to London Paddington...'

Please tell me

you didn't give him a hiding.

I wish. I didn't even talk to him.

What, were you too late?

Went on the wrong poxy platform.

Oh, OK.

But I videoed him with my phone.

'That's something, at least.'

Oh, that's more than something.

That's evidence.

'Mick?

'Mick?'

Are you still there?

Mick?

Sorry, sir, I have no idea

what you're talking about.

I don't know how to be any clearer.

Huw f*cking Edwards,

the famous f*cking newsreader, yeah,

is funding my stepson's

f*cking drug habit.

Please, watch your language.

I'll watch my f*cking language

when you BBC pricks

get your nonces under control.

I have to ask you to leave.

I ain't going anywhere

before I make an official complaint.

There's a number for complaints.

May I suggest you use that?

May I suggest you f*ck off?

Get your boss down here pronto!

Sir, you are being a*usive

and threatening.

If you do not leave,

I'll be forced to call the police.

I just want him to stop giving Ryan

money. It's not f*cking complicated.

What on earth

is going on there? Ah, f*ck off!

The BBC want bank statements,

Instagram messages, screenshots.

I've already spent an hour

on the phone with these people.

I've told them what the problem is.

Fine.

Just give them the proof they need.

Nah.

Nah, they ain't getting anything.

I made a complaint, like they asked.

Either they take it seriously,

or they don't.

I'm not jumping through hoops

for them or anyone.

So we give up?

Do we bollocks.

We're gonna go to the papers.

You wanted to see me?

Yes. Follow me.

So, do you know what this is?

Yeah. Everyone does.

You've been after Huw Edwards

for a while.

Since 2018.

That is how long

I've been investigating this prick.

Mm, I've lost track

of the number of young men

who've contacted us about him.

And we still haven't published?

Why? Because it's not been

in the public's interest...

until now, hopefully.

Yesterday,

a Mick Granger reached out to us,

claiming he and his partner

have lodged an official complaint

about Huw Edwards with the BBC.

Turns out he's been grooming

their son since he was 17...

..and bankrolling his drug habit

in the process.

And you want me

to go and talk to them?

You did say you wanted something

a bit more challenging to do,

didn't you?

'And I want signed

affidavits as soon as possible.

'From here on,

we need to be legally watertight.'

Yep. I've got local solicitors

on standby.

Excellent.

Anything else?

You've got this, Scarlet.

So, no pressure, then

OK, then.

Hi. Ms Davies?

Who wants to know?

This wasn't my bloody idea.

I just wanna make that...

clear right now. Yeah.

Ah, thanks, Mick.

What have I missed?

Well, erm...

Carys was just...

..expressing her reservations.

This has to stop, love.

And not just for Ryan's sake.

OK.

Where do you want us to start?

So, you knew about the relationship

for a while...

It's not a relationship.

OK? Let's get that straight.

I apologise.

That man has used and abused my boy.

I understand.

Really?

Are you a mother?

No. Then I doubt

you can possibly understand.

Carys!

No, it's fine.

Well, let's be honest.

All you really give a toss about

is your big story. No offence.

None taken. Erm...

You're right. This is a big story.

In fact, it could be massive.

But - and, equally, no offence -

you're wrong to call it my story.

Cos it's your story, Carys.

It's Mick's.

And most importantly, it's Ryan's.

I just wanna be able to tell it.

Oh, I know I should have said

something sooner.

Ryan said that it would...

destroy Huw if I spoke about it.

And I know

I should have been stronger.

I should have been...

..shouting it from the rooftops,

but he just was so...

..genuinely terrified.

I'm sure that's the exact reaction

Huw was counting on.

But I still let my baby down.

Bollocks, have you.

You're as much of a victim in this

as Ryan is.

Mick's right.

What affects your child affects you.

That's what makes you a mum.

I just want him

to stay away from Ryan.

That's all.

I want my son back.

"I f*cking love you, Ryan,

but you k*ll me."

Thank you.

Ryan would sometimes

borrow my mobile,

and I'd sometimes screenshot

the messages he'd forget to delete.

Cos he'd be off his head on crack

and every other f*cking drug

you could mention.

Sorry, love. But it's true.

Anyway...

He doesn't know I have them.

Are there any more of these?

Yeah, loads.

And, of course,

we've got Mick's video.

What video?

This is surreal.

No, this is proof.

Scarlet, are you sure

the parents are on the level?

Oh, yeah, 100%.

What's your gut telling you

about them?

They feel totally helpless.

'Well, helpless and unheard.'

Oh, sh*t.

Babes, just ignore the w*nk*r.

Fine.

Be his p*ssy lapdog.

Hiya. Look, I know I said

I'd send those pics.

'The f*cking press

are sniffing around me!'

Your f*cking family

have gone to the f*cking Sun!

'How could you betray me like this?'

It... It wasn't me.

Don't lie to me! They've got copies

of all our text conversations.

They've got dates. They've even got

a video of me at Cardiff Station.

I didn't say anything, OK?

Oh, really? Well, Mummy Dearest

is claiming otherwise.

'According to her, you've been

quite the little sharer.'

Ah! I'm sorry.

Sorry?

Sorry?!

You've completely f*cked me, Ryan!

It's got back

to my bosses at the BBC,

and they've suspended me.

They've taken everything.

Not everything.

'I told the country

that the Queen was dead.'

I told the whole world.

That means nothing to them,

nothing at all.

Oh!

You must hate me so much.

Not as much as I love you.

You mean that?

You trusted your mother,

albeit foolishly.

She let you down.

You're not to blame for that.

'Yeah, but I am to blame

for letting you down, Huw.'

I am to blame for betraying you.

'Oh, I shouldn't have said that.

That was wrong of me.'

Deep down, I know

you wouldn't intentionally hurt me.

'Oh, no. No, no f*cking way,

I wouldn't.'

And I also know

that you're still loyal.

Yeah.

I'll always be loyal.

Thank you.

Well, we do have

a major problem now.

'OK. So, how can I help?'

I'm really glad you asked me that.

Better come in.

If you're expecting

an apology, you can go whistle.

Just... let him say his piece.

You said you have an offer.

Erm...

Huw.

He's really sad

that all this has happened.

Well, we didn't expect him

to be doing f*cking cartwheels.

The Sun, they don't give

a f*ck about me,

they don't give a f*ck about you.

They only give a f*ck

about the story.

OK? I mean, this is gonna be

a total shitshow.

And not just for Huw,

but for me, an' all.

Boo f*cking hoo!

Mam.

What hurts him...

..it really hurts me.

Just...

..get to the point, Ryan.

We can still stop this.

Why the hell would we wanna do that?

Because... he-he could help you.

What, like he's helped you?

He has money.

Oh, my God.

He has money. Lots of it.

We are in this hellhole...

..because of his money.

Meaning he can shove it

up his f*cking arse.

Tell Huw...

..we're not for sale.

Unlike you.

We'll call him

"a top BBC star" for now.

So he gets a free f*cking pass?

Ben, I swear...

You read

what our grooming expert said.

Huw Edwards is a promiscuous

sexual predator.

You think I like this?

Treading on eggshells

instead of going scorched earth?

The boy's not a public figure.

We'll write nothing

that can possibly identify him.

We won't even disclose his sex.

A powerful, influential man

is sexually grooming

a vulnerable young person.

That's the story.

Well, out with it.

Ryan was 17

when they first met online.

17!

Yes. And now he's 20.

They'll just say

The Sun maliciously outed

a national treasure

with mental health issues.

My decision stands.

Well?

They're not naming him.

You what?

Scarlet reckons the media will

turn it into a whole... g*y thing.

g*y thing?

He's a f*cking nonce.

How is that not the story?

'The unnamed male

presenter has now been suspended.

'The BBC has been in contact

with police,

'who say no formal allegation

has been made so far.'

'You OK, baby?'

I'm OK.

I was just eating some food

before bed.

I'm feeling like ending it, baby.

I'm so f*cking low,

it's beyond control.

Please don't, Huw.

Please.

I beg you.

I would never

be able to forgive myself.

I promise you...

..I'm fine.

Just continue living your life

and be happy

cos you haven't done anything wrong.

This is about you and me.

Yes.

Yes, yes.

Are you not gonna be named?

We might both be named

over the weekend.

"In light

of the recent reporting

"regarding the BBC presenter,

"I'm making this statement on behalf

of my husband, Huw Edwards,

"after what have been five extremely

difficult days for our family."

"I am doing this

primarily out of concern

"for his mental well-being

and to protect our children."

Well, what about my child?

What about Ryan?

"Huw is suffering

from serious mental health issues.

"As is well documented,

"he has been treated for

severe depression in recent years.

"The events of the last few days

have greatly worsened matters.

"He has suffered

another serious episode

"and is now receiving

inpatient hospital care."

"I would like to ask

that the privacy of my family

"and everyone else caught up in

these upsetting events is respected.

"Once well enough to do so,

"he intends to respond to the

stories that have been published.

"I know that Huw is deeply sorry

that so many colleagues

"have been impacted

by the recent media speculation.

"We hope this statement

will bring that to an end."

'Today,

the Met put out a statement.

'Detectives from the Met's

Specialist Crime Command

'have now concluded their assessment

'and have determined

there is no information to indicate

'that a criminal offence

has been committed.'

It's like...

..suddenly, we're the baddies

in all this.

'Everyone hates us.'

They might hate me more.

I'm sorry.

Why are you sorry?

For dragging you into all this.

'You're kidding, right?'

Carys, this is the most important

thing I have ever done.

'No regrets, right?'

No regrets.

Night, love.

Night, Carys.

Excuse me.

What happens to me now?

Huw?

Huw?

So, let's just clarify this.

The accused, that's you,

texted with the message,

"Naughty pics and vids.

Unsure if you'd like."

The reply came back, "Go on."

You messaged "Young",

and again the reply came back,

"Go on."

You then sent

a Category A moving image

of a male child

aged between seven and nine,

with the message

"Quite young-looking",

to which a Mr Edwards responded

that "it can be deceptive"

and asked, "Any more?"

Is that correct?

Yes.

And that was to Huw Edwards,

as in the newsreader?

Yes.

'P'nawn da, Cardiff.

'A weather update for you

'on this grey Wednesday,

the 8th of November.

'It's another damp and overcast

afternoon across the capital.

'If you're heading out,

you'll definitely want a brolly.

'Stick with us...'

'The headlines at one o'clock.

'The Senedd has voted

to support a Plaid Cymru motion

'calling for

an immediate ceasefire in Gaza,

'following a significant rebellion

within Welsh Labour ranks.

'11 Labour backbenchers

broke with their leader,

'First Minister Mark Drakeford...'

'Mr Drakeford

has maintained the position

'held by the UK Labour leader,

Sir Keir Starmer,

'advocating

for humanitarian pauses...'

Ah. Thanks, love.

Mr Huw Edwards,

can we come in?

Metropolitan Police.

We heard you pull up.

What's happened?

Indecent images

of young children?

Mm. 41 separate instances.

Jesus.

How young? The children, I mean.

I don't know exact details,

but given the charges...

..very young, probably.

He needs stringing up.

The police have only just now

announced his arrest?

Correct.

And they've got pictures

of Ryan as well? Erm...

Well, no.

Videos, then?

There's no indication

Ryan's involved.

Erm...

Then I, erm... I'm confused.

As far as we know,

there's no connection to Ryan.

So this has all been for nothing.

The... stress, the hate, the names.

You can't think like that.

That f*cking nonce is getting

banged up. It's a done deal.

Tell her.

If found guilty, he should

definitely serve prison time.

He's out of Ryan's life.

That's what you wanted, love.

Mm-mm.

I wanted justice for Ryan.

I wanted that b*stard

to pay for what he did to my boy.

'Our reporter is

at Westminster Magistrates' Court,

'where former BBC presenter

Huw Edwards has arrived.

'He's been charged with making

indecent images of children.'

'Yes, a dramatic return

'to the public eye here today

for Huw Edwards,

'though in circumstances

few could have imagined

'during his decades

as the face of the evening news.

'The former newsreader arrived here

'at Westminster Magistrates' Court

just moments ago,

'walking slowly

into a wall of cameras.'

Ah, I'd...

er, been managing, so to speak,

my interest in men since 1994,

and then, er, suddenly,

I was connecting with...

with all these men -

and women - on social media.

I was being told

that I was attractive, sexy.

I'd never experienced that before.

Back then at the BBC,

if you weren't Oxbridge,

you were considered an outsider,

some provincial hack.

And then, of course,

there was my Welsh accent.

Yes, I was sent certain images,

and, yes,

I may have even opened them,

but that's as far as it went.

Honestly, during that period,

I remember very little

about anything.

'Or anyone, for that matter.'

All right, butt?

Long time no see.

Hey, Sash.

Back to the old deliveries?

Yeah. In between college stuff.

Doing catering now.

Cool.

No, no, no. I'm good.

It's not my thing any more.

I'm glad.

sh*t never agreed with you.

No.

So...

Huw f*cking Edwards, right?

How insane is that?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's, er... it's a lot.

You so dodged a b*llet there.

Sorry.

There's a lot of it about, though.

What do you mean?

Me and my mate Jax,

we were in court a while back.

Yeah, yeah,

I heard you got nicked.

No drama, just a bit of weed, like.

Anyway, same day,

this guy Jax knew from school,

Alex Williams,

he got a year suspended

for sicko kiddie stuff.

Alex Williams?

What does he look like?

Like he belongs

in a pervert Hogwarts or something.

Talk about a creepy f*ck.

What?

Ryan, what is it?

I had a date with him once.

We sat right here.

He's the reason

why I started talking to Huw.

Jesus!

Yeah.

They were both...

..paedophiles, Sash.

Both of them.

And I never, ever knew.

All I wanted was some cash

to buy some trainers.

That's all, I swear.

That's all.

And finally tonight,

at Westminster

Magistrates' Court today,

Judge Paul Goldspring handed me

a six-month suspended sentence

for multiple counts of making

indecent images of children.

My conviction is based on statements

provided by convicted paedophile

Alex Williams

and the messages we shared

between December 2020

and August 2021.

During that period, I received

and viewed 41 images of children

ranging from Category A

to Category C,

one of whom was aged between

seven and nine years old.

So, what exactly

do these offence categories mean?

Category A depicts

penetrative sexual acts,

sexual activity with animals

or acts of sadism.

Category B covers

non-penetrative sexual acts,

and Category C

includes indecent images

not falling into Categories A or B,

such as those depicting children

in sexually suggestive poses

or with exposed body parts.

However, despite the seriousness

of my offences,

I was able to avoid imprisonment

and still remain at liberty.

And that's all from me.