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Please put your hands together

for a man who has single-handedly

reshaped the social media landscape,

taking Zephyr from a scrappy startup

to a multi-million-pound platform.

Entrepreneur, philanthropist...

...trophy husband to a Hollywood superstar.

The recipient of this year's Pioneer of the Year Award,

Mr. Morgan Henderson.

Well done.

Morgan!

Thank you, thank you.

It's a... it's a...

It's a cliché, I know. It's the tiredest cliché,

um, but your applause tonight is more warranted

than you so generously pretend

because I'm up here tonight because of you.

Because of everyone in this room.

Trusted colleagues, you know who you are.

Competitors, you definitely know who you are.

And don't think I don't know exactly which tables you're on.

We help each other.

We drive each other on.

And it is, to me,

one of the great missed opportunities of our age

that social media serves more than anything else

to force us apart.

To separate, isolate, to divide.

And if I'm to say anything half serious tonight,

is that we must find ways to stop that.

Create as much accountability for our behavior online

as there exists "IRL."

So clap again, please, please clap again.

And keep clapping,

whatever table you're at, not for me and not for you,

but if you agree.

Because we, the people in this room,

must tackle this.

Change the culture,

just as we changed it the first time.

Thank you very much.

Everyone, thank you.

Enjoy what's left of the evening.

- Oh! - Morgan!

Honestly, you should be grateful.

My wife says, "Once you've seen his dancing,

you can never unsee it."

Ruthless. Picks up the gong and he's out the door.

- Love to Carla. - Good night.

Driver's out front.

I'm... I'm gonna walk.

He's been waiting for you all night.

Yeah, I know. Well, send him home. I need the air.

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

Good night.

- Which floor? - Fourth.

Good night.

- Good night. - Good night.

I'd say congratulations,

but I worry you've had enough of that already.

Never let that be a concern.

I'm Flora.

I... I don't do this.

Do what?

I mean it.

So...

just say good night.

Good night.

Good night.

♪ Oh baby ♪

♪ Oh baby ♪

♪ You're having a bad dream ♪

♪ Here in my arms ♪

♪ Oh sugar ♪

♪ You came to me ♪

♪ Could all be a bad thing ♪

♪ Into the dark ♪

Hello.

Carla?

Yes.

It's done.

Everything a man needs to put on his CV should fit

on a single page.

That's just my personal opinion, Mr. Schill.

Now, if that means that there's no room

for me to tell you that I speak five different languages,

or I've mastered the cello, then, you know, so be it.

To be clear, that doesn't actually mean

that you speak five languages

or have mastered the cello, does it?

No. No, no, no. That was just a...

- That's just an example. - Yeah.

- "The University of Michigan." - That's correct.

How do we feel about that?

Well, it has a law degree that rivals anything

at Harvard or Brown or Yale, but gives great scholarships,

which, Mr. Schill, when you're a South London kid

from a single-parent family, it is a factor.

I graduated in 2020.

I was second in my class,

and I was fully intending on coming back

to London to take up an internship--

Where?

When I was asked to intern in Manhattan at Wyatt-Wren.

- Okay. - I know Elliot Wyatt.

Great, well then, you'll know as well

as I do that it's one of New York's standout firms.

I stayed there for three years, I learnt a lot,

and now I'm back.

- Why? - Yeah.

Look, Mr. Schill, in terms of interviewing here

at a firm as fine as Cathcarts...

you're the most senior that a guy like me is ever gonna get to meet,

so please, do not let my modesty put you off.

I'm talented, I'm loyal, I'm cheaper than I'll admit,

and by working harder than anyone else in this building,

I will only get better.

So I advise you strongly, take me on...

or I walk across the street and I get a job over there.

At the Pret a Manger?

You dislike me?

No.

But you must look past that.

Speak to your colleagues.

Tell them, "I'm gonna give this guy a month.

A month, that's it, to prove himself."

There's something about him you can see, this, uh...

It's undeniable.

Mr. Schill.

Do not let me walk out of that door.

♪ I'm a man ♪

♪ I spell M ♪

♪ Whoa, I'm a man! ♪

- Johnny. - Gents.

♪ All you pretty women... ♪

- Hi, Johnny. - Demi.

Patrick?

Told you I'd be an hour, didn't I? Put that on your timesheet.

♪ I'm a man ♪

♪ I spell M ♪

♪ Woah, I'm a man ♪

So? Have you been called to the bar?

Only this one. Yes, sir.

Can I pay, please?

Maybe they need time to think about it.

Well, that's the thing.

Turns out they really don't.

Hi, excuse me? Can we have a menu please?

Sir, enjoy the rest of your day.

Table service only, ladies.

If you'd like to take a seat for me please?

Thank you.

They said no?

They did the lawyer version. They just didn't say yes.

- What? - You don't want my advice.

- No, go on, I can take it. - You can't take it.

- I can, whatever it is. - Whatever it is.

You've been here three months already.

You really want to be a lawyer?

Don't get too good at this.

Service for 26!

Excuse me.

So this is your third movie together?

And the two of you, so much on-screen chemistry.

Have you built up some kind of special rapport?

Yeah. Um...

You know, sometimes, um, I'll go to ring her,

and then, uh, my phone rings and it's Carla ringing me.

- Is that spooky or... - It's not spooky, Jeremy.

You're ringing me to apologize for being late,

but I ring you first, saying, "Where the hell are you?"

- Meaning you're the punctual one. - They're early.

Okay.

No, I'm never on time.

He's just-- He's always later than me.

Hi.

- I'm Lucy. Nice to meet you. - Hi.

She's wrapping up any minute now.

- Okay. - Just follow me.

Water, fruit, tea, coffee. I'll be right back.

Merci.

If it's true and she went ahead with it, we walk.

We tell her how much we value our relationship,

hence why we came all this way, but it's just... it's not how we work.

It's not who we are, so we cannot represent her.

We're not saying that.

Clients will like that approach in the long term.

There won't be a long term if we turn it down.

- It's entrapment. - Not by us.

- By our side. - By our client.

Without our knowledge.

And it's our job to dig her out of the hole.

We need the moral high ground.

Oh, Nick. We're lawyers. We need no such thing.

It's not what we set up for.

- A case like this is huge financially. - Yep.

- And it could make our name. - All right. Look out.

- Carla, hi. - Hi.

Hi.

Nice to see you.

We're so looking forward to this new film of yours.

You are?

You must tell me what it's like.

Joke.

Um, we were wondering, Carla, at the meeting in London,

you suggested something that we both felt was unwise.

- A young woman you mentioned. - Flora.

We had concerns about your idea regarding Flora.

So if you haven't already gone through with that,

- we strongly advise-- - It's here.

There it is.

- The photo. - Um...

This, so you're aware, is completely underhand.

- It shows he'll never change. - And it's of no legal value.

Well, it's proof.

And it means we can get started.

Prepare the paperwork. That's what I want.

I knew these things were going on when we first got married.

Another time last year.

He denies it, of course.

But I can tell.

I should have never married him in the first place.

That's what this means.

So you take this photo, you take this case,

and you take him for every fucking penny he's got.

And he's got quite a few.

Hello, gorgeous!

Oh, there she is.

Coat off, please.

If only so I can steal it immediately.

- Soph, this house looks amazing. - Thank you.

- This is Johnny. - Hi.

- Soph. Very lovely to meet you. - Nice to meet you, nice to meet you.

- Oh my God! - Angus.

- Johnny. Nice to meet you. - Hi.

- What should I do with, um... - Oh, whatever, mate.

Um, yeah.

And look, don't all look at me like that, okay?

Just because I work in the city doesn't mean I'm right-wing.

- Oh, please! - No, no,

I have, uh, liberal, uh, leanings.

Angus is a liberal at weekends.

But Monday to Friday, if he's at work--

Or in the back of a cab.

Exactly!

Then the truth soon emerges.

Don't try and influence John, okay?

John knows what I'm talking about, don't you, John?

I have left-wing credentials. He knows.

Yeah, Angus is a communist, isn't he?

Thank you.

I think you might be the only communist

that buys his shirts on Jermyn Street though.

Oh my God!

And, uh, what about you?

What does the man that bestest Bella met in America

- do exactly? - Hmm.

Johnny's a lawyer.

- Is he? - A jolly good one, aren't you?

Are you? Where?

At what-- what firm?

Or can't he remember?

Angus.

- It's just a question. - He's weighing up offers.

Um, he's had a meeting with Cathcarts.

And various other places.

Doesn't want to walk in the first place

that throws money at him.

- You know? - Hmm.

I think they'd be lucky to have you.

Thank you.

Whoever they are.

- Fucking hell. - Right, well, uh...

Listen, I'm gonna go and smoke this out there.

- That's the Sophie rule. - Excellent rule.

Everyone is welcome to join.

- Come on, let's get weird. - Right.

It's been way too long.

Here we go.

Now this...

This is a classic.

♪ Ride it on out Like a bird in the sky ways ♪

♪ Ride it on out Like you were a bird ♪

♪ Fly it all out Like an eagle in a sunbeam ♪

♪ Ride it on out Like you were a bird ♪

Before you say anything, he is one of my oldest friends.

Yeah, I can fucking tell. You spent half the night with him in the back garden.

Half the night. Hmm.

How, uh...

How long has he had a thing for you, then?

- Ang... Angus is like a brother. - Yeah.

- To you, maybe, but not to him. - Oh, don't be like that.

No, don't reduce me to some demoiselle

to be fought over.

No.

You do not need to speak for me.

Someone had to say something.

- You said I had job offers. - Because you will.

No, because you're embarrassed that I don't.

That's-- That's why you said it.

Hmm.

We've been back for three months already

and you're still in some shitty fucking bar.

Well, it's actually a very expensive fucking bar.

- Very high-end customers. - Hmm. Hmm.

Some of the people in there use the word "demoiselle."

I just haven't, you know, I haven't heard that word

since I was growing up in Peckham.

Stop it, Johnny. I'm trying to be angry with you.

Just saying. People were always dropping that one

on the Ledbury Estate.

You cheeky prick.

"Demoiselle."

Fucking hell.

Nick and Serena are ready for you.

Excellent. Thank you, Cleo.

Where is she now?

Still in Paris, but London later this week

for the European premiere.

And the photograph?

We're the only ones who've got it.

- Who-- Who's we? You two? - Yeah.

Hmm.

You've not sent this to anyone else?

No.

Good. Delete it. The whole correspondence.

Speak to IT, make sure it's gone, gone.

Then she needs to send it again

so that you can create a paper trail to show

that you disapproved immediately.

Thank you, Budgie.

And Carla must never, from this day forward,

contact this Flora girl again.

Not till the divorce is done. Is that clear?

Yes. Thank you, Budgie. Thank you, Budgie.

How she obtained this image is regrettable.

That it exists,

let's be honest,

makes the world a far more enjoyable place to be.

Someone should be writing this down.

Yep.

He said he sets an alarm for the middle of the night

just so he can be the first one to reply to American emails.

You know, that's how competitive it is to work there.

One of you, doesn't matter which.

If you try and race me, you will look ridiculous.

I say that purely as a friend.

Yep.

A friend.

The line is as follows. Over the past ten years,

not only has he denied any cheating,

he's claimed she's mad for even suggesting it.

This makes Carla paranoid, and in turn,

causes her to commission this honey trap.

Something, we have her admit

in this nice new paper trail of ours,

she deliberately kept from us until after it had happened.

Because she knew, and it pains us all,

it would have been something we'd have strongly denounced.

However, the resulting image proves,

and here's the double win,

that not only was he lying about his infidelities...

- But gaslighting her, too. Hmm. - Hmm. Did she pay her?

- No. - You sure?

Yes, they're friends, apparently.

Well, if she didn't, she shouldn't.

But we must be certain either way.

Aside from that,

in your judgment, there's nothing to stop us?

- Stop you? - Serving.

We want to break the prenuptial agreement.

Nick did Carla's deal at his old firm.

Yeah. We did a drop-hands arrangement,

as in they each walk away

with what they brought to the marriage at the time.

The problem is she was worth much more back then,

and he was worth significantly less.

And you'd want to reflect that.

Yeah. And we want everything ready

before Cathcarts get even the slightest whiff.

If I'd known we were staying in London,

I would have gotten us a round at Sunningdale.

Yeah, no, it's Carla's premiere on Friday.

She wants the flat to get ready,

so I thought I'd stick around, and you know, support.

There you were thinking the romance was dead.

I'd never say that.

Oh, Christ, I'm not gonna make it

with these fucking green juices.

What?

I know your secret.

From the other night.

After the awards show.

Michael Ancker messaged you. Direct.

To say he was in London.

- True. - I know it's true.

I wasn't asking if it was true.

We have a whole team managing your account.

Eric, Eric, Eric, Eric. Be American by all means,

but please do it a little more quietly.

All right.

The only reason that he would message you

on your social media platform, not his,

is if he's serious about buying Zephyr.

Eric.

Ancker is an appalling man.

We set up our platform as a reaction to his.

Every man has his price.

Yeah, and mine is prohibitively high.

You don't like the juice?

No, I'm just saving it for, like, a pudding.

Mmm. It does look delicious.

Oh, you think so? He'd love one too, please.

Thanks very much.

Oh, you're liking the lamb, guys?

Between you and me, that's my personal favorite.

- Sorry, the bathroom? - It's just at the back, madam.

- Down the stairs and straight ahead. - Thanks.

Yeah, the bill is on its way, sir. It sends its apologies.

See you next time, guys. Thank you, thank you.

Espresso lungo. Sorry for the wait, guys.

So you enjoyed the linguine? Between you and me,

it's my personal favorite.

Was that intentional?

- That depends. - On?

On how you feel about it.

Okay.

What matters is the client,

especially in family law.

The client must know that we can see their anguish

and their fear, but they must also know

that we perceive it as less of a problem than they do.

That's the trade.

Telling them that everything's gonna work out fine

is the last thing they're going to want to hear.

What they need to hear is, um...

May I switch to French for a moment, please?

Is that everything's going to shit.

- You think? - Absolutely.

No one objects to spending lots of money

if it ends up saving them a fortune.

We represent value, Mrs. Grant, because we're expensive.

You're wanting to be considered

as a senior associate.

Your CV doesn't quite bear that out.

I spoke to Wyatt-Wren in Manhattan,

and they thought that your time there

had been... less of a triumph than you seem to recall.

Speak to your colleagues.

Tell them, "I'm gonna give this guy a month."

Tell them, "I'm gonna give this guy a week."

"A day. A day. That's it."

You're gonna go... "What a day. What a guy."

It's indisputable.

Undeniable.

Irrefutable.

Inexplicable.

Please understand, I would never risk selling myself to you

in this way unless I could look you in the eye

and tell you

that I was a perfect fit for Knatchball and Sand.

...for Cosset Eldrige.

...Cavendish Row.

...Delamere Futterton Lynch.

- And how is Angus? - Doing well.

Their house looks amazing.

We're hosting the return supper on Friday.

- Are we? - Yeah.

It's the only night that Angus and Sophie could do.

He has this big presentation thing.

Oh, please tell me you're not gonna cook.

No, Johnny will cook.

Johnny's a genius in the kitchen.

Go on. Tell her.

You want me to tell your mum

that I'm a genius in the kitchen?

- Yeah. - Johnny, Bella works in PR.

This is free PR. I'd take it if I were you.

Yeah.

Bella's father is not a genius in the kitchen.

Well, he could be.

He's never set foot in a fucking kitchen,

so how would we know?

No, I'll take these, Mum. No worries.

Um...

Bella says that you're struggling to find

work as a lawyer.

No, I'm not struggling.

- What-- - Must be terribly hard.

All those graduates in your rearview mirror.

You know, you mustn't think

because we happen to be a certain type of people

that we have any expectations when it comes to jobs like that.

In the City. Or the professions.

It's just not how we think.

- Okay? - Yeah, yeah, of course.

Don't be silly. No, I don't...

You're in our room. We're in the sofa bed.

- No arguments. - Fantastic.

- Ten minutes tops, yeah? - All right, sir.

Did you see yesterday's Daily Express?

♪ Do I look like a man who saw yesterday's Daily Express?

Isn't that one of the lawyers she used

when we did the prenup?

Hmm. Nicholas Taylor, that's right.

And that's his wife.

Well, why would she be with them?

In Paris?

You don't bump into your lawyer in Paris.

They could be advising on any number of things.

Might have nothing to do with your marriage.

Well, if it didn't relate to my marriage,

then she'd have told me.

And I'd have told her to talk to you.

- I've no idea. - What?

Whether she'd have told you.

But if you're telling me she would...

- I am. - Then I believe you, Morgan.

Wonderful to see you.

Why am I here?

So I can ask if we should be worried,

and if we are, what we should do about it.

You mean the prospect of her filing for divorce?

Thank you, Simon.

How's your relationship?

Well, we spend so little time together.

Initially due to work, and then out of habit,

and now...

now by design.

Legally, you're secure.

We got the prenup we wanted.

That took time, as you'll recall.

But we did that so that if ever a situation

like this arose, you'd be protected.

How protected?

She can't fucking touch you, not in this country.

And we are in this country.

They can plot and plan and eat as many baguettes as they like.

But the fact is, I'll be honest,

thanks to me, you're bulletproof.

The main things that invalidate a prenup are A,

if you signed it under duress, which neither of you did

because it was properly papered, properly witnessed,

or B, you failed to disclose any assets

or failed to hide any assets properly,

as I prefer to put it.

She might come after you if you failed to keep it

in your trousers, your well-tailored trousers,

but you haven't, have you?

Not recently anyhow.

- Well, not for a couple of... - Months?

Years.

Either way, it's irrelevant, in legal terms.

But it might explain the Paris rendezvous.

May I take this?

Do I look like a man who wants to hold

onto yesterday's Daily Express?

Very good. Send Carla my love.

- I won't be doing that. - Correct answer.

Where is Her Majesty?

Well, get her out of court,

find David Schill, set up a meeting.

Yes.

Sorry about that.

We'll need a proper team.

Two partners, that's us,

a barrister, that's Budgie, Budgie's team,

and I'm thinking two senior associates,

two juniors and a paralegal.

Of course she can afford it. She's a Hollywood actress.

She's married to a billionaire.

Okay, maybe she doesn't have it in the retainer, but...

She can pay us back when she wins.

Well, we do that and we don't win,

- then we're fucked. - The second she serves,

he'll go straight to Cathcarts.

The only way to beat Cathcarts...

...to spend, to hire people, no matter what the cost.

What is it?

It's saying, "The war room is ready."

- It's not as if we weren't gonna do it. - Ready? Already?

- I just think that we need to... - What?

- You just think? What? - I'm not gonna apologize for setting up a law firm, Nick.

I'm not asking you to apologize--

And I'm not frightened of taking them on.

I am frightened, but there's no way

I'm gonna let Cathcarts know that.

- Definitely not Beatrice. - Then talk to me.

I am talking to you.

Before you decide.

You don't just go ahead without me

and start spending money.

Listen. If we're gonna do this, take on the big boys with Carla,

a client I brought into the firm in the first place, remember?

Then we need to do it together,

no matter your talents as a lawyer,

no matter mine.

- I'm actually an amazing lawyer, don't know if you-- - I'm serious.

Okay.

Otherwise, there's no point.

- A team. - Mm-hmm.

A team.

So...

we're doing this. Yes?

We're doing this.

Okay, we better get going.

This war room won't run itself.

She's on her way right now.

Show me.

Big, fat, insert-swear-word of-choice problem.

Shit.

I picked a stronger one than that.

Serena Byrne and Nicholas Taylor.

Thank you. We know who they are.

Well, we know her.

She used to work here.

She's like me, except not as good.

Morgan Henderson keeps a retainer here

for any legal support he or they might need.

"They" being the operative word.

So the only reason Carla would be meeting

with Siegfried & Roy here would be to revisit the prenup.

- You've seen him? - Yes.

- In person? - Yes.

- Asked how the marriage is? - Yes.

- Asked if he's been faithful? - Yes.

- And he said yes? - Yes.

And you've discussed all this amongst yourselves

and you think he's lying?

Or that there's some sort of serious problem?

And you've called me back from court

to ask me what to do because he's our biggest client.

Because you love this

and it's actually quite exciting.

What did you decide?

We start work anyway, assume he's bullshitting

and do everything we can possibly think of

to try and get ahead of this.

And we do all that, why?

"'Cause that's what he's fucking paying for."

Evening, gents, I have the Jack's Creek sirloin

for you there and the linguine alle cozze.

Honestly. But that's the thing with these sort of guys nowadays,

you can't fucking trust them.

Do you know what I mean? Like, who do they think I am?

Fucking arses the lot of them, I swear.

Vonnte. I'm done, mate. I'll see you tomorrow.

Oh, do these before you go?

Table 23.

I have a Prosecco and a Negroni for you there, ladies. Enjoy.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

- Can we get a wine list, please? - John!

Uh, everyone, this is... Uh, this is John.

He's dating Bella Croft.

Okay.

Now, John...

John's a, uh...

He's a lawyer.

Uh, he's currently fending off offers

from the top firms in London.

I mean, the poor guy's inundated.

It's good to see you again.

No, John. John, wait, wait, wait. Wait, wait.

Come back. Don't run away.

Uh, we're ready to order, actually.

Yeah.

Okay.

What can I get you?

We...

would like some contracts, please.

Some lawsuits to start.

Uh, maybe throw in a last will and testament.

Maybe some affidavits for the table.

What the fuck are you doing?

You broke my fucking nose!

Ow!

Ow!

Is someone gonna do something?

I mean, he just whacked him in the face.

You broke my fucking nose, you fucking tosspot.

♪ I spell M ♪

- ♪ Whoa, I'm a man ♪ - Fucking arsehole.

♪ If I don't fire you, they'll fire me too.

- I can't afford to lose this. - It's okay.

I've got the ex-wife with a kid.

The whole situation is just...

Vonnte, it's fine, mate. I get it.

Do you want these back?

You know what, man?

Keep the peas.

That's a fucking terrible joke.

See you later, okay?

You have one new message.

Are you fucking serious?

- You hit Angus? - Yep.

He has this huge client presentation

that I told you about

and you literally fucking attack him in public.

I punched him in the face.

What the fuck, Johnny? Why?

Why?

'Cause he deserved it. Hi, Harriet.

- Why? - Hello.

He was talking to me like a piece of shit in front of all of his friends,

and then I hit him, and then all of a sudden he wasn't talking to me

like a piece of shit in front of his mates. There's a word for it,

and I forget what it is.

- People like me punching people like him. - Fucking insane.

- Fucking insane. - I don't-- "Punching up."

"Punching up."

And your mum agrees, 'cause if she didn't, she'd be saying something.

At least hear his side of the story.

- Just-- - Oh, I forgot about the client meeting.

- I like that. Thank you. - Did they fire you?

Did they fire you?

Because Angus told Sophie that they took you off

and you didn't come back, so presumably...

- Yep, they fired me. - Brilliant.

Great, Johnny.

Do you know what that dinner was for?

I wanted them to meet you.

Because I've been telling them how serious I am about this.

About you.

Exactly. So do you want to be with someone that takes

all that shit or someone that does something about it?

We're-- We're back in London

because you screwed up in New York.

Please don't do that again.

One of the, uh, firms that I interviewed for,

they-- they called and offered me a job.

Fuck off.

I said I had one more interview to go

and then I'd let 'em know.

Oh my...

It was a busy old day.

- Johnny Warren? - Yes.

- Cleo. - Nice to meet you, Cleo.

- They're ready for you. - Lovely, thank you.

- In the back. - Oh, thank you very much.

Can I get you a drink or anything?

Uh...

- Tea would be lovely, if that's okay? - Tea. On the way.

Thank you.

This is just my personal opinion. It's more succinct this way.

Nothing on the second page of a CV will convince you

if the first page hasn't already.

- Mm-hmm. - Makes sense.

You have strong experience in family law in New York.

Yes, at Wyatt-Wren.

Yep, we spoke to them, to Elliot Wyatt, the son.

- I worked with Elliot directly. - Mm, he said.

He said you come across as overconfident,

but that that's more down to insecurity

than inexperience.

His way of saying... ...you're not young.

Not for a young person, anyway.

He said underneath you're sharp, good with clients,

and that you know family law better than he does.

- He said that? - Mm.

"If he's in London, just make sure he's working for you."

Well, that's very, um...

Well, it's very kind of him.

Um...

Now, look, before we go any further,

I feel I should tell you

that I... I do already have an offer from another firm.

Which one?

It's more of a general position, I think,

when what I'm really looking for

is, uh, to be working on a big case.

Yeah, of course.

Something I can really sink my teeth into.

Which firm?

Um...

Cathcarts.

Hmm.

We do have a case coming up.

Biggest one we've ever worked on

and there is one place left at the table

for a junior associate.

A divorce.

A good one?

In that it's a bad one.

Johnny, we would like to offer you that role,

but the condition is...

you have to decide now.

They're offering.

You can tell. Look at her body language.

She's his for a lager and lime.

I'd hire him.

I'd hire the shit out of him.

Pick-up's at 6:30. Premier is ten minutes away.

We thought that you and Carla might want

to travel together.

Well, it'd be odd if we arrived separately.

What's this?

Earring?

- Has Carla been here? - Carla? No.

She's using the apartment.

- Hmm. - Well, it's not mine.

Keep it. Why not?

I'm not gonna wear one earring, Morgan.

I'm not a pirate.

Cathcarts is supposed to see you this afternoon.

If this is about the Ancker thing--

It's not about fucking Ancker, Eric.

How many times?

Confirm with Cathcarts,

but Carla mustn't know I'm there.

We'll tell her you're getting ready for the premiere.

Getting ready for the premiere. That's exactly what I'm doing.

Hello, Carla.

- Hi. - Nice to see you. Hello.

- Hi. - If you want to...

- Carla. - Hi.

- Hi. Nice to see you. - How are you? Good to see you.

- Hi. You all right? - Hi, Nick.

- How are you? Very well, thanks. - Yeah? Good, good.

- We have only one question. - Please.

- Who was she? - Who was...?

Morgan, much as you might not like it right now,

you have at some point had the forethought to pay us

a lot of money to ask you awkward questions like these

so that we can protect you

from the fallout that comes from the resulting answers.

Another go. Who was she?

Quick as you can, your wife has a big enough head start as it is.

Her name is Flora Monroe.

She's an actress, a friend. We did a film, we got on.

And you haven't paid her?

- Of course not. - Then, contacted her?

No, because you told me not to.

Look, I told her how I don't know Morgan anymore.

Who he sees, what he's planning.

If I wanna know what he's up to, I google him.

He's done it before.

- Cheated? - Yes.

I wanted to know if he'd gone back

to all of that, and she said she'd help.

How old is Flora?

What's it matter?

Why are you answering? Have you slept with her too?

It matters because the younger she is,

the worse it looks.

She's younger than me.

You may have to narrow that down.

Early thirties.

Late twenties.

Mid-twenties. She's no younger than that.

It was a joke at first, a stupid joke.

Maybe she should, you know, test it. Test him.

I forgot all about it,

and then when I heard another rumor,

I thought, you know what, why not?

Because... 'Cause then at least I'd know.

She was at this awards ceremony.

We were at the same hotel. On the same floor.

It was nothing very...

It was just two people.

She seemed very...

I'm not having you all gawping at me.

I'm not paying you to catch me out.

There's an army of people out there

who are quite willing to do that for free.

In fact, they fucking specialize in it.

What I want, if you've made this deduction of yours,

and she's about to serve me with divorce papers,

is for you to tell me

what you're going to do about it.

The plan is as follows.

You do your premiere tonight together.

This gives the impression that you want him at events

that are important to you.

You hold his hand, the press sees that,

you have no idea what a rat he's been.

Then tonight, via email, copying his lawyers, we serve.

- I want to serve him. - You can't.

I want to look him in the eye.

You can't. Not in person. You can ask someone,

a lawyer or anyone who's court-certified,

but much better for you to have your big red carpet moment

and then hit him with the email.

What we do is get ahead of this.

David.

We've taken on an extra solicitor,

not particularly senior,

but someone who can focus exclusively on this case.

Before we hired him, I spoke to a friend in New York,

Elliot Wyatt, to get a reference.

The reference was decent enough.

I then made him promise to give a far better reference

to anyone else who might subsequently get in touch

wanting to offer this new solicitor of ours

a job of their own. And that's what happened.

As chance would have it,

our good friends at Taylor & Byrne

were looking to recruit a new junior associate

for a high-profile divorce case they're working on.

He interviewed yesterday. Went very well, apparently.

They offered him the job. He works for them now.

Except he really works for us?

Except he really works for us.

Are you out of your mind?

If this gets out, I'm fucked, surely.

Morgan, this is likely to be the biggest divorce trial

in British legal history, and you've just admitted

to screwing a 25-year-old stranger.

To be clear, you're fucked already.

We are taking on a rich man with strong legal backing.

Cathcarts is the best law firm in London.

Our potential speaks for itself.

And let us not forget, you are the wronged party here.

You are the wronged party here.

There can be no doubt about that.

We will play dirty if we have to.

And if they play dirty,

we will be total and utter filth.

Midnight, Carla, and then we click send.

All we need is your word.

Do I have your permission to proceed?

♪ Good.

Let battle commence.

This mole of ours, it's definitely confirmed?

We can have no uncertainty there.

The moment he got the job, he was to message me straight away.

And what precisely did he say?

The car's just pulling up now.

The film sounds fascinating.

Who do you play?

I am a spy in the war.

It's all crossing. Double-crossing.

Secrets and betrayal.

Exactly.

It's not my kind of thing either.

♪ I love you! I love you! Carla!

- How are you? Hi. - Hi.

- You look sensational. - Thank you.

I'm in town tonight.

- They've given me a great suite. - Never gonna happen, Jeremy.

Ever.

Carla!

♪ At the end of the rainbow ♪

♪ You'll find a pot of gold ♪

♪ But just tell me you love me ♪

♪ And you are only mine ♪

♪ And our love will go on ♪

♪ 'Til the end of time ♪

♪ At the end of a river ♪

♪ The water stops its flow ♪

♪ At the end of a highway ♪

♪ There's no place you can go ♪

♪ And our love will go on ♪

♪ 'Til the end of time ♪