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Could you get out of the car please, sir?

Can I ask what the problem is?
I've gotta get these boys to a football--

Could you get out of the car please, sir?

You were talking
on a handheld phone while driving.

- Yes, I'm so sorry.
- While driving children.

I was on the phone to one of their mums.

I know that's not an excuse.

That's right, it's a serious offence.

Yeah.

- You've got three children in there.
- Yes.

And how many of them
have got seatbelts on?

- They're all under 14, yeah?
- Yeah.

- So, they're all your responsibility.
- Yes.

Do you understand how dangerous it is
driving kids without seatbelts on?

- Yeah.
- I don't think you do, sir.

If you brake sharply,
they'll be thrown forward,

- and their faces could be smashed.
- Yes.

I've seen it happen.

Boys, seatbelts on,
and stop banging around in there.

Any reason why I shouldn't give you
a fixed penalty?

No, I can't think of a reason.

- I deserve one.
- You deserve four.

Three children without seatbelts on,

£100 fine and three points
for each offence,

plus driving while using a phone.

£200 and six points, that's 15 points.

The only reason not to give me one,
and I hope you believe me when I say this,

but there is no way
that I would ever do this again.

Like, I have learned my lesson.

And it would just be such a shame
if those boys miss their football match.

Do we need to punish them too?

I'm issuing a fine for the phone.

Can I please get your licence,
please, sir?

- It's all done.
- Thank you so much.

Oi boys, stop that please.

Thanks!

You corrupt,
special measures, racist cunts.

It wasn't us banging.

Ok.

There's something in the boot.

Yeah, I told you, the exhaust's broken.

Did you get a fine?

Yes, and it's your fault.

Hi!

Thanks.

Right, you've got your water in there.

I'll be back to get you in an hour.

Don't forget what I told you about
how Bellingham moves off the ball.

Yeah.

Smell you later!

Right. Damien.

What can I eat?

Want some of my triple bypass pasta?

Double cream, sausage and cheese.

No, thank you.

Can you tell the music teacher
that Kit is staying with his mum now?

Yeah, sure.

Oh, it's Jules.

No, I haven't seen him, why?

Maybe his phone died?

- More cheese?
- Yeah.

What did he want to talk about?

You're fucking kidding me.

- Is that good?
- Why would Adam tell him?

For fuck's sake.

Look, don't worry too much, ok?

He's gonna be fine. He probably
just wants to make a point, you know?

He wants you to miss him.

You know what he's like.

I know. Don't worry, he's gonna be fine.

No, no, don't call the police just yet.

Just give him some time to appear, ok?

Ok, if I hear something,
I'll let you know, yeah, ok.

Bye.

What's happened?

- Damien didn't pick up the girls.
- Damien.

She's worried.

It's because of a conversation
you had with her.

He's not come home, he doesn't pick up
the phone, I...

They should use Find My Phone.
That'll say where he is.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

- Do you think it's in here?
- Well, definitely in the house...

In here?

Yeah, maybe.

Here!

Where is he, Mum?

What do you mean?

I think she should call the police.

It says you don't have to wait
24 hours before contacting them.

Please, can you tell her
that I feel awful?

Ok, call them.
Let me know what they say, yeah?

And don't worry, it's--
it's just a few hours.

He'll show up, I promise you.

Adam says he feels it's all his fault.

She agrees with you.

Ok, call me if you need me, yeah?

Love you, bye.

Obviously, I really regret everything
that happened between me and her.

Why did you do it?

It was a stupid mistake.

I dunno, it felt right
and also wrong at the time--

I'm not talking
about why you slept with her.

I'm talking about,
why would you tell Damien?

I just don't get that.

But I didn't.

He knew, Nat.

I promise you, there is no way
I would've told him

had he not already clearly known.

And, obviously, I regret that now.

God, I might never forgive myself for it.

Did you know he was on antidepressants?

No.

That's why she's so worried.
I mean, he's...

He's... he's tried to hurt himself before.

I mean, this was years ago,
after he got fired

and he was in a really, really bad place,

and he decided to go hiking
on Mount Snowdon.

But he was missing for 24 hours.

- Fuck.
- Yeah.

I mean, thank God they found him,

but he was, you know, cold,
alone on the fucking top of a mountain.

'm not sure whether this was
a proper suicide attempt

or it was maybe
some emotional collapse, but...

- Fucking hell.
- Yeah, you can see why she's worried.

Yeah.

Good evening, ladies...

and gentleman.

Sorry, I see you called.

Yeah, Damien's gone missing.

Oh, good.

Good?

Fuck you, this is serious.

What do you mean, missing?

He called Jules this afternoon
sounding completely anxious.

His phone is at home.
Nobody can reach him.

He probably just forgot it somewhere.

No, he-- have you not heard from him?

No, it's not even midnight.

As if Damien's ever out past midnight.

Has he not said anything
to you recently, like...

About what?

Yeah, about... how he is.

No...

I mean, he'll turn up.

Damien's not that much of an idiot.

He wouldn't want to hurt Jules
and the kids like that.

Where have you been?

At Home Club with the publishers.

Where you been?
Out with some Frenchmen?

I gotta fire off some assertive emails
to the useless American team,

so I'm gonna be up.

I'm going to bed.

Why am I the only one that knows
how to run a business properly?

Why?

Who's that?

It's me!

Come in here, April!

Hi.

- What time is it?
- Sorry, the film ran over.

It's midnight on a school night.
Where you been?

At a film.

With who?

What's your problem?

Don't talk to me like that. With who?

Fuck's sake, with Joel, Summer,
Pete and Abby, ok?

You were supposed to be home at 11:00,
so you're grounded!

Goodnight!

Hey, Jo, what's up?

Good morning, Jamie.
You're in this morning?

Yeah, 7:30.
I'm just waiting for Emily here.

Yeah, she's not coming in today.

Not? What, is she ill?

She might've told me.

Can you and I have a meeting first thing?

Yeah, sure. What about?

I'll explain when you're here.

Thank you.

- What's going on?
- Let's go in here.

So, this is Sharon,
who I think you know...

Yeah.

...who will be taking notes.

What's this about, Jo?

I need to inform you that there's been
a formal complaint made against you

by one of the employees here.

A... what?

Yes, I'm afraid to say.

As you know, there is
a clear legal process

the company has in place
in times like this.

What's the complaint?

Emily Gaudron made a formal complaint
to us-- to me-- this morning,

about a set of emails
sent to her by you last night.

I didn't send her any emails.

What do they say,
these emails I didn't send?

Three emails, seemingly sent
from your work email account.

Err, one sent at 1:25 says,

"Hard to concentrate
when you wear that dress."

A second email, sent at 1:32, says,
"Lying here..." brackets,

"naked, wondering what you're doing."

A third email, sent at 1:55, says,

"I want to scoff on
your pineapple pussy."

Jo, come on.

What is this, a joke?

You're saying you didn't send
those messages?

I've known this girl
since she was a child.

Her father is a great friend of mine,
and a major investor for us.

They've come from your email account.

They haven't. I-I would never do that.
You think I'm an idiot?

No, of course not.

I'm not enjoying this situation.
I mean, who would?

But she's formally complained, Jamie.

Well, I've been hacked.

- We're looking into that.
- Obviously, I've been hacked.

These have not come from me,
from my computer.

- We're looking into that possibility--
- It's not a possibility, it's a certainty.

Talking to IT, there are no cyber threats
that the company are aware of--

There is one, there is one.

Ok, well I will triple, quadruple check,
of course, but as it stands,

technically speaking,
they were sent by you.

What is this, Alice in Wonderland?

I run this company, Jo.

I founded it. I gave you your job!

I'm very aware of that, Jamie.

But part of my responsibility,
as COO and head of HR,

is to closely follow the legal guidance
in situations like this,

even if the complaint
is against someone very senior.

Why on earth would I send
these abusive, self-destructive emails

to this person?

I don't know why.

No, well, there is no why.

The why is important because there is
no fucking why, because I didn't do it!

Were you sending emails
at 1:00 am last night?

The activity on your account suggests

that you were sending
a lot of emails last night,

err, to the U.S. office.

To Jared's team.

We stand to lose a major investment
out there due to the owner's fraud,

and I was sending late-night emails
to the U.S. team, yes.

So, you were on your machine then,
at these times?

I was on my machine, yes.

You went to the Home Club with...

Pierre, Linda, and Charlie from Timpson.

Yeah, I did.

There was a lot of drink
taken there, I think.

The account shows a lot of champagne
and cocktails were bought--

Yes, drink was taken,
if you want to use that phrase, Jo.

It doesn't mean I had a drink
and then went home and went insane

and started to send third-rate porn
to some girl in the office!

I didn't have a few drinks
and decide to fucking ruin a company

that I've spent the last 20 years
building and running!

Ask yourself, would I send
a message like that?

Ask anyone!

Well, your response is very clear.

You're saying you're totally innocent
of the charges.

Yes, I am absolutely saying that, 100%.

And if the messages were sent
from your account,

you're saying you must've been hacked.

Well, I'll put your side--
your clear, firm rebuttal-- to Emily.

She may withdraw the complaint once
I tell her you're certain it wasn't you--

- Yeah, I'm gonna call her.
- That can't happen, I'm afraid.

Please do not make any attempt
to contact her.

That would be a breach of company rules
in these circumstances.

Now, I'm afraid I need to take your pass
and your laptop,

and you'll need to go home
until this situation is resolved,

which I hope will be very swiftly.

And, Jamie...

she also does have the right
to take this to the police if she wants.

If they weren't from you,
this will blow over very quickly.

I mean, that will be proven.

- What about her Dad, does he know?
- I don't know.

I don't like this mess, Jared.

We gotta get it resolved
very fucking quickly.

Agreed. Go home.

Let's let the legal process do its thing.

- I was escorted from my own building.
- That must've been difficult.

Yes, it was difficult.

Hold on one second,
I'm getting another call.

Jared, can I call you back?
That's my lawyer...

Yeah, take that.

- Thanks for your help.
- Sure.

Alright.

Talk to me, Mike.

Come on, then.
Why are you lying about who you are?

I'm not.

Damien said that you were pretending
to have a brother.

Oh, yeah, sorry, that.
That was just... a bit of fun.

Fun, ok, right.

He was falsely accusing me
of something,

so I made some shit up.

Adam, what's going on?

Your fridge smells.

No, I don't mind helping you
with your CV or whatever,

helping you get back on your feet
and get a job,

but there's something going on,
and you're not telling me.

There's nothing going on, alright?
Chill out.

It's just a silly little job
to earn some money--

Right, so why are you so keen
to work for the Tanners?

I wasn't fucking keen.

They offered me a job, alright?

Well, Damien said that you campaigned
to work for the Tanners.

Ok, yeah, it's true.

I wanted to get a better job

than working for his cunty wife
and stupid kids.

Fuck, you sound like Dad.

What do you care, anyway?

If I'm lying to some fucking millionaire.

I care a lot, actually.

I've always felt bad that I didn't
help you more when we were little.

What's that supposed to mean?

With Dad.

Where's this going?

Well, how he treated you.

"Treated" me? Our dad was great.

He loved us both.

Well, he ignored me.

And that was fine.

Thank God he did.

But you... he put so much pressure on you.

Nothing, nothing that you did
was ever good enough for him.

I came over for a sandwich,
not a therapy session.

Yeah, he had high expectations of us.

But he only had those
because he loved us--

No, no, Adam--

- That's how it works.
- No, that's not love.

- Yeah, it is--
- The way he--

Just cause he didn't fucking
cuddle you every night--

He didn't have any love in his body.

You don't know
what you're fucking talking about.

He fucked my best friend when I was 14.

Is that love?

- Now you're just making shit up.
- I'm not--

Just shut up! Shut up, shut up.

Stop fucking talking.

I'm really sorry
that it was so painful for you.

And for me.

But you have got to forget about Dad.

Leave that fucker in the past.

Ok?

Focus on your future.

I am.

You're home, Mr Tanner.

I am.

You should just talk to her.

I'm not allowed to.

Well, does Olivier know?

I dunno. But it makes sense
that she would-- she would go to him

before filing a formal complaint
against her dad's friend, right?

- Maybe.
- In which case...

She's very much her own woman.

- Just call Olivier, find out--
- I can't call anyone.

What about that are you not getting?

I'm not allowed to.

Talk to me, Jo. Tell me something good.

Hi, Jamie.

Well, I explained your side to Emily,

but, um, I'm afraid she does wish
to uphold the formal complaint.

Fuck.

Jesus.

I've been hacked.

- But who would do something--
- I dunno, do I?

You? Jared? Who stands to gain from this?

I don't know!

Glenn and Dan in IT have confirmed

those three emails were sent
from your email account--

Then Glenn and Dan from IT
should get fucking fired,

because they suck at their jobs.

I've been hacked.

What now?

We follow the legal process.

Her complaint will be investigated
by myself and a partner,

and we will get back to you
very swiftly with the next stages.

Meanwhile, please stay where you are
and don't come into the office.

Thank you.

Fuck.

This is not just about your work.

Olivier's a personal friend.
You've known him for 25 years.

Let me talk to him.

- Nat.
- Yeah.

If he doesn't know, you can explain,
you know, and he can talk to Emily.

End this fucking nonsense.

Salut Olivier, ca va?

Foodies.

See? Didn't know anything about it.

He's gonna find out and call me back.

What exactly was in those emails?

Just... just filth, really.

Glad we're going away for the weekend.

Well, go on, then, Bedford,
eat your food.

What? You don't want it?

Fine.

Hello?

Hi, does Austin Samuels still work
on your investigations desk?

Yes. May I ask who's calling?

I'd like to remain anonymous,
if that's ok.

I work for a well-known
venture capitalist fund,

and I think I have a news tip.

Okay.

I have some information
about a senior sexual abuse investigation

that started at my firm.

Are you happy to talk about it now?

Sure.

You're not in a compromising location?

You're not at work?

No.

One sec.

If you won't eat,
I'll have to set you free.

All right.

Hello?

Hi. Is that Austin?

Yeah. I gather
you've got something for me?

Have you heard of
a venture capitalist firm called Daventry?

Yeah. Do you work for them?

Yes, I do.

Who's this?

Hello, is that Jamie Tanner
from Daventry Ventures?

Yes.

Hi, it's...

Austin Samuels here,
calling from The Financial Times.

- Look--
- How did you get my number, Austin?

It's in our database.

I'm sorry to interrupt your day,
but we've become aware of a story

involving you and your firm.

Oh, yeah? What story is that?

I gather you've been accused
of sexual misconduct

by a young woman in your firm.

No comment.

What, you're not gonna deny it?

I'm not gonna dignify it.

You may or may not remember this,
but we met once.

It was at the hedge fund
charity fundraiser in Billingsgate.

Really enjoyed meeting you that night,

and that's why I wanted
to call you, Jamie.

Right, look, I just wanna give you
a heads up

that we are gonna be running this story
about the accusations,

and I, you know, I just thought that you
should know that before it appears.

Exactly what story are you running?

There's a charge of sexual misconduct
against you by an employee.

She's not an employee.

Well, let's get that right. Who is she?

There are no charges.
You don't know what you're talking about.

I wanted to make sure we get all this
stuff right before we run the piece.

There is no piece
if you don't have the facts.

Well, we know you're suspended

while an investigation takes place.

- Who told you that?
- I can't reveal that.

I can understand
you don't want to talk about this, but--

Can't, won't, don't want to.

Rest assured, Austin Samuels,

if you print one untrue thing about me
in your paper,

I will sue you until your asshole
bleeds silver dollars,

if you libel me or hurt my reputation,
you hear me?

Ok.

Ok, but, heads up, we are gonna be running
a version of this story,

with or without your comment,
this evening,

about three or four hours.

I'm gonna put that you declined
to comment.

And if you decide you do want
to talk to me, please do.

Austin, if you run that story,
it will fucking ruin me.

It will destroy me, destroy my fund
for no good reason,

because it's all bullshit.

So, I'm asking you,
be a decent human being.

I'm asking you man to man
to just sit on the story for a few days

until it goes away,

because I promise you, it will go away.

I'm really not here to hurt you.

That's why I'm giving you
the opportunity to, you know,

put your side of things, man to man,
you know, you can answer the accusations,

you know, if you're not guilty.

But I am legally not allowed
to say anything.

That's why I'm asking
for your help, right?

Because if you run this story,
it won't just hurt me,

it'll hurt the people I work with,
it'll hurt my family.

They're all innocent, right?

So, can you do that for me?
Are you happy to do that, Austin?

Yeah, look, I'll think about it,

and I really do understand
the position you're in, and I'm sorry.

Motherfucker.

Watch what you're fucking doing!

You watch what you're fuckin' doing,
you fucking moron.

Hey, calm down!

- Get the fuck out of my face.
- Calm down.

- Let it go!
- It's alright.

- You're gonna hurt someone.
- Lock him up, he's fucking insane!

Come on, Dexter. Grab your bag, let's go.

Is April ready?

You're coming too, huh?

Nat said that I should.
But I can do whatever you want.

No, it's fine.
Just get your stuff and hustle.

I want to get out of town.

Hey, Chris... I've got a situation.

Why is your country house
called Severals?

Oh, well, it's the name.

And it's got several of everything.

I don't know if they'll run it for sure,
but I think he probably will.

Just send me something
as soon as you have it.

- Thanks.
- Who was that?

No one you know.

Chris at EXP, PR.

Feels weird going
without the dog... and Kit.

- You heard from Damien?
- No.

- Jules?
- No.

Shit.

I've got to go away now, Bedford.

I'll miss you.

Be free.

Go cause some chaos.

Come on, April,
grab your stuff, let's go!

No, you told me to stay here.

Leah's coming over soon.

Phone her, but you've gotta come.

No, you grounded me.

I've got loads of work to do anyway.

Are you ok with this?

She has a friend. She can stay.

Are you not coming, April?

I only said I was coming
'cause you were coming too.

I'm grounded.

Who's gonna play with Dexter?

I dunno, who cares? You?

What about me, though?
Come on, I think you should come.

Oh my God.

If you need anything,
we'll be back Sunday night! Call me!

Let's go, come on!

Olivier says leave it to the lawyers.

You shouldn't have talked to him.
You made it worse.

Hey, Chris.

Hi. So, d'you get my email?

Austin's piece is out,
it's on the FT site.

No, I'm driving. You're on speaker.
I knew he'd fuckin' run it. Asshole.

Yep. He's a journalist.

He's not a journalist,
he's a-- he's a reporter.

How bad is it?

That bad?

Well, it's a smallish piece.
Do you want me to read it to you?

No, I... I'll be there in an hour.

I can't believe this situation.

I know. You'll survive it.

Thank you.

Who's doing this to me?

Of course he's not answering now.

You know, I thought I'd,
struggle to find the place,

but, thankfully, it's huge.

Hey, Jared.

Hey, Jamie.
Have you seen this FT piece?

No, but I heard about it.
Chris from PR just told me about it.

It says in the piece
that you spoke to them.

No, I didn't speak to them.

The guy doorstepped me.
He ambushed me.

He tried to get a quote out of me.
I didn't say anything.

If he says I said anything,
he's a fuckin' liar.

Yeah.

So, you're not quoted directly?

Well, I guess, I-- I need to read it.

Yeah, I think you should,

cause the partners and I
have had a conversation,

and we feel we do need to put out
a strong response to this.

Just to protect the business.

Ok, but just give me a second,
let me pull over.

I know it's none of my business,
but is everything ok?

Nothing for you to worry about.

I'm sure whatever it is, it'll go away.

Yeah.

I just wanted to say, Nat,

I so love being around you
and your family.

Thank you so much
for letting me into your lives.

You're a special family.

No, we're not.

He said there'd be no one here.

Fucking snake!

What? Snake!

What's that, though, what the fuck?

What are you doing?

- Just trying to cover it up.
- Just fucking move!

- I'll call Mum.
- What?

No, don't do that, then they'll come back.

- Why is there a snake?
- I don't know.

- Where did it come from?
- I don't know!

They swim up toilets, don't they?
Who do we call?

- Look, I dunno, but, are you alright?
- I'm fine, I'm fine.