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I need your co-operation

with our inquiries into the death of your researcher, Sonia Baker.

He's chairing the Energy Select Committee.

Everybody's betting on him to make Cabinet next year.

- Did she threaten to expose the affair? - No.

Sonia Baker was receiving £2,000 a month in cash.

I want to understand why she died!

You processed over £2,000 every month. What did you spend it on?

Do you know him personally?

I was his campaign manager when he ran for Parliament.

I've been thinking about you...

...a bit more than I should.

I've been arrested.

Yesterday, he's pretending to be my best friend.

You started all this!

You just couldn't resist her.

That's totally unprofessional.

I'll withdraw from the story.

Where's the briefcase?

Who gave the order to kill, for Christ's sake?!

The guy that killed Kelvin was murdered by the police.

Kelvin Stagg was found swimming in crack cocaine.

I saw the tox report myself! They found nothing but steroids for asthma!

Why have the postmortem's notes changed?

That case is now classified.

Sonia Baker had a sexual history with Foy.

We're the only ones who know that Dominic Foy

wrote a letter to Anne Collins.

We could just print what we know and let you swim in it.

They're now treating Sonia as a murder investigation.

I need you to go with Della and put the squeeze on Foy.

Whatever you do, grab his luggage and find his diary.

Right...

Avoid the front lobby and don't check in.

The room's in my name - that's Daniel Foster.

I'll get rid of the car and follow you up with your gear.

Hello.

Dan Foster. Room 662.

Can I, um, use your business centre, please?

- Yes, of course, sir. - Thank you.

- Worth anything? - Invoices mainly.

But a tenner says he owns a PDA.

- Wanker's wallet. - Call me when you've done.

Hi. Leave your name, time you called

and I'll ring you back when I can.

Hi, it's me.

Um, I... I just need to know if you're back to mine tonight, or what?

Don't stay in a hotel. Please.

You OK?

Who's been briefing against me?

Reading stuff, hearing journalists...

One minute, I'm on my way in, the next I'm being Mandy'd.

- Who's briefing against? - Not me.

I was, till I got slapped for it.

You lied in public about your private life.

Then you get called in by the police for questioning in a murder investigation.

In my experience, people like you don't survive that much attention.

I assumed you weren't going to.

I was told otherwise.

- Who by? - You've enough supporters.

Yeah, until the Energy Report goes out.

No, I think you're being willed to succeed regardless.

You know, the Herald have three or four reporters chasing this story.

I'm hearing two - Cal McCaffrey and Helen Preger.

No, four at least. Is there something else

- I should be warned about? - No.

I'll start people sniffing.

And while you're at it, find out who else knows

that Cal McCaffrey is shagging my wife.

- Room OK? - Yeah, it's OK.

Look, I'm, well...

I'm not staying here.

How do you know the police are looking for me?

Since they took evidence from our office connecting you and Sonia.

What kind of evidence?

Phone logs saying that she spoke to you on the morning she died.

A kid she'd never met rang her up to warn her that her life might be in danger.

She hung up and rang you. How come?

Don't know.

Well, you spoke to her for 51 minutes, Dominic...!

- Did I? - Mmm.

Oh...

She, uh...

Oh, no, she said she'd had some freaky calls.

Oh, that's it. I called to...

Yeah, calmed her down. She's...

You know, wrong numbers and nutters, and...

She had a mobile and landline,

but she chose to call you from a callbox in her building.

How do you know all this?

Why you, Dominic?

She's the only one who's going to know that, isn't she?

And the police are going to buy that?!

Look, um...

Do you want a drink?

Whisky for five quid.

Vodka for five.

Brandy for four.

We're only paying for room and meals, by the way.

- Yeah... Is there a lager in there? - Hm.

- Oh! - Jesus...Christ!

Sorry.

- I'm so sorry! - Look at the bloody...

- Um, I'll get it cleaned. - I haven't got another one

to change into.

It's fine. I can send somebody round to your flat and pick some stuff up.

Yeah? Like who?

Look, look, it's not what I'm paid for,

but I'll do it if you trust me to be tasteful.

Well, relatively tasteful.

I know what to buy, I just can't really afford it.

Good man.

Hiya, Cal.

- I'll, uh... I'll leave you to it. - Where are you going?

A favour for Dominic. No more than an hour.

Dominic, you look scared. Who's scaring you?

You know...

I don't exactly know what I'm doing here.

Well, think about why you said yes,

and work backwards from there.

What do we want if I can't grab everything?

E-mail first. Any Excel files, any passwords we can copy.

- Have we got his address book? - No, I couldn't find one.

- Any address books. - OK.

Listen, if you're going to make hard copies of documents, make it sharpish.

Foy is going to be suspicious if I'm not back in an hour.

Pete's brought the scanner!

Sad, wanky...

...lucky bugger!

I'll do the files.

What about this file?

I'm on it.

Hey, guys, come and have a look at this.

I saw Andrew Wilson today.

He said that you'd turned the tide a bit for me. Big thanks.

Oh! Wasn't a one-man job.

You've got a very strong fan base. Fancy joining us?

No, we're grabbing a bite to eat

before nailing down the recommendations on the report.

Ideally, we're looking to the oil industry

to foot the bill for education with their taxes...

And health, and policing, and the environment!

Actually, I was going for Christmas presents

for all the pensioners in the Commonwealth!

Make sure you don't flog them in public,

or the Treasury will end up getting bugger all. Hmm?

- Hi. - Hi.

Well?

We picked him up at Heathrow. Thanks for that.

Yeah, never mind the thanks, just return the favour.

Is he saying anything?

Whatever he thinks we need to hear.

And we can't really crank things up without you.

Why me again?

If the police had actually gone looking for him -

say, to his office,

so that he'd hear about it...?

Yeah, look, don't wag the dog, Della.

I can't invent reasons just to pick him up.

Unlike you lot, we have to...

...justify aggressive manoeuvres.

He's admitted, on tape, that he sent both anonymous letters.

Can I hear that?

Not yet.

Saying nothing's not ambiguous, Dominic.

Listen, all right...

All I'm prepared to talk about, OK, is me, Sonia.

The rest of my life - nothing to do with you.

- Your best friend, Sonia? - Yeah.

- Ex, Sonia? - So?

"Inseparable" Sonia.

So how come you shot off to Spain rather than go to her funeral, Dominic?

I was upset.

Hey, her family were doing cartwheels!

She was in a state, all right?

If it was suicide, I'm thinking...

I could have helped.

- What kind of state? - Her relationship with Collins!

I-I mean, him... He was just, you know...

He was just taking the piss.

You know, it's funny, cos everybody else, apart from you,

describes her as "positive" and "buoyant" before she died.

And stop pretending it was suicide!

- Were you jealous? - No!

So why send letters anonymously?

I loved her.

I didn't want to go face to face with Anne Collins saying...

...saying her husband was knobbing my friend.

Girlfriend.

So what happened when Anne Collins couldn't give a shit?

I was wound up, yeah.

You know, jealous, but... I mean, a little bit.

- Not in the way you're thinking. - Really? How am I thinking?

- I don't know. - I'm thinking

what the police are thinking - you could've killed her.

Fuck off!

- Yeah? Yeah? Why? - You've said "angry".

You said "jealous".

You haven't looked me in the eyes once.

Sorry about this.

Liz, hiya.

If you're not in the mood for this, get Della to do it.

Sure, just sign it in my absence, that's fine.

You're scaring the shit out of him. What's matter with you?!

Tell him you're needed back at the office, I don't know...

There's something that I want to show you.

OK. Or just...

...bike it round?

OK.

Janine?

Dom, I'm just...

The police are asking when you're back in the office.

I told you. I'm stuck in Spain.

I know you're in Spain. But they came in today asking when you're back.

A Sergeant Cheweski?

All right. All right...

Listen, listen, listen.

I'm in a meeting at the minute, yeah. I can't talk, OK?

Just tell him... Tell him I'll ring him, all right?

And... Hang on.

Just being... Yeah, sí. Sí, señor!

Just being called back in to the meeting, OK?

See you later. Bye-bye!

Oh, it's just... It's Janine. She's panicking.

I got a fairly expensive cross-section.

The phone rang when I was at your house.

Didn't pick it up, but the answering phone screened it. An Inspector Bell?

Urgently wanting a conversation.

Yeah, I know.

Who knows...that I'm here?

Dominic, you're...you're safe here.

You know, I-I didn't kill her.

I mean, I didn't kill her.

I loved her.

Dominic, get some sleep. We'll hook up tomorrow, yeah?

If any of the tabloids try threatening you, ring us.

He's scared to death.

Not by me.

Yeah, well, I slipped the concierge 50 quid to ring me if he goes on the move.

Great gig, that - overpaid!

I mean, I'm going to I need it back. I'm taking my wife out for her birthday.

What the hell did you get married for at your age?

If you'd met Kerry, you wouldn't ask.

Actually, if you join us for the meal, you can pay on your own card.

- Helen. Buy you a drink? - No, thanks.

Did somebody invite you in here?

I didn't think you'd mind, if it was to your advantage.

Thank you.

The, uh... Sonia Baker story...

- How far are you lot going to push that? - As far as it goes, Andrew.

I suppose we'll know when we get to the end.

Stephen Collins isn't going to take you anywhere.

Why can't you cut him some slack?

Because every time we do, he'll remember something else he "forgot".

He's only himself to blame.

Your chief reporter's screwing his wife.

So that's Stephen's fault?

Stephen's recall on that is clear as a bell.

- Hello? - Della, it's Helen.

Are you and Cal determined to make me look like a bloody typist?

- What are you talking about? - What do you think I'm talking about?

Helen, I swear, I don't know.

Andrew Wilson's briefing the tabloids that Cal is sleeping with Anne Collins.

If you knew, I'll never forgive you.

That's not the case. Anne Collins stayed at Cal's

because she was digging for information.

He was desperate to off-load her.

He asked me to put her up.

Stephen's on record saying he went round there and caught them in bed together.

It's too late. I can't do anything about it.

I'll be there.

She's not in her room.

- She hasn't...checked out? - No.

Can I use some paper?

A bit more than that.

And a packet of Marlboro.

- Soft pack. - We haven't got, sir.

- You haven't got soft pack? - No soft pack.

It's OK, I'm going in a sec.

Stephen Collins.

Stephen. Cameron Foster from the Herald.

- Sorry, have we met? - Not yet.

You know what, we've got nothing to say to each other,

so I can't see that happening, Cameron.

Mr Collins.

- You're Cameron? - Della Smith.

- You're making a mistake. - Well, no news there, then!

If you let the spin doctors leak this fact, if it's a fact...

- It's a fact! He's screwing my wife. - ...you're just harming the process.

You have no process. You just chuck shit around when it suits you.

Well, now it's my turn.

Stephen, I'm really sorry this has happened, but...

Good, well, print that!

...what's to be gained by feeding it to the press?

- Personal satisfaction. - Sonia's murder won't benefit!

If Cal McCaffrey's having an affair with your wife...

It's not an affair! He's screwing her to screw me and I'm screwing him back.

No, you're not. You're setting yourself up to look like an MP

who'd sacrifice his personal life to discredit a story

because he's got something to hide, which, let's be fair, Stephen, you have.

Cal warned you that Sonia might have been planted in your office.

Is that going on general release to the press?

I knew nothing about that until Cal told me.

Fine.

But that was a favour, because he thought you needed to know.

The chances of this backfiring on you personally

need serious consideration, Stephen.

If you want to give him a pasting, say so. I'll sack him.

So give me something. What more have you got?

The police know it was murder.

They're being encouraged not to.

And if you weren't Sonia's principal employer,

you surely want to know who was?

If McCaffrey's a no-no, my mobile's on there.

Cal?

Anne.

- You can't put that story out. - What are you talking about?

- I don't want it out. - I think it's already gone, Stephen.

All parties are absolutely denying the rumours, including me.

If it's gone out, you'll have to retract it.

I can't believe I said, "Let's be fair, Stephen."

It just came out!

There's his wife being knobbed by a hack, he's being knobbed by God-knows-who,

and there's me saying, "Let's be fair, Stephen."

I don't get out enough, obviously, but, bloody hell,

that's the way to turn one round.

Would you have sacked Cal?

I've already sacked Cal.

Well, I'm not renewing his contract. Hasn't he said?

Well, maybe he thinks I didn't mean it.

His earnings aren't bad. I've got a 25-grand deposit here.

Same here.

Now to other news...

It looks as if the Government may be about to agree

a radical new pay and career structure

with unions representing workers in the NHS.

If it goes ahead, the deal would cover more than one million staff,

including nurses...

Can I see what you were writing in the hotel?

I left it there.

You put it in your pocket.

- Helen's looking for you! - Thank you.

And I want a word when you've got, like, 16 hours.

What?

You buggered up my references for the course.

I gave you a good reference!

They've shown it to me.

You could have said I'd make a good journalist, or showed flair...

How do I know you'll make a good journalist?

How do you know you'll make a good journalist?

I told them you were "bright" and "pushy". Twice.

Shift that!

- I'm off out in a bit. - Big deal. Shift it!

Newsroom?

He's, er, just gone into a meeting.

Well, that's life, I'm afraid.

Dan.

I've e-mailed you the transcript.

Great. Um...

Sorry, I've forgotten your name, which is terrible.

You never asked. Syd.

- I'm new here. - I know.

Am I working with you today?

More than likely. Look, do you want a coffee...Syd?

Such a short name. So memorable.

In the transcript, Dominic Foy says

- a dozen or more times that... - Oi, oi, oi!

- It's confidential. - Sorry.

DF yeah?

DF goes on about how much he loved Son...

- SB, yeah? - So?

You know he's gay?

- What, you're saying you do?! - I'm saying I can prove it!

There's nothing up to there and then it starts every two months.

- Definitely untaxed? - Mm-hm.

I mean, it is.

Helen has found untaxed income going into Dominic Foy's account from Warner Schloss.

- The lobbyists? - Mm-hm.

How come? He's got no political background.

He took three payments of 25 grand from Warner Schloss.

He's freelance. He might've been working for them.

Uh-uh. Went to his personal account.

The third was paid in just before Sonia Baker died,

but debited two days after.

And Warner Schloss are lobbyists for...?

- I don't know. - Amongst others, U-Ex Oil.

- Collins chairs the Energy Committee. - Jesus!

So, Foy was employing Sonia Baker.

Well, he wasn't screwing her any more.

Not biblically, anyway. Syd reckons he's gay.

Who's Syd?

- Half-year diary. - What do you need?

No, it's OK. I'm on it.

- You've got that meeting in ten minutes! - Yeah, I know, but...

This is, er...

The police need receipts for cash transactions

from the time I was seeing Sonia.

I just need to account for enough to show them that I wasn't...

...paying her for anything, you know?

Go to your meeting. I'll sort it out.

No, it wouldn't feel right, you doing this.

Stephen, this is just paperwork.

I don't need to take sides to tidy your desk.

I'm just tidying your desk, OK?

- Leave it with me. Go to your meeting. - Thank you.

I only ever heard his voice, so I turned to get a peek.

He saw me looking and...kind of...

...game on.

- I-I beg your pardon? - He half-smiled.

What, somebody "half-smiles" and you go and have sex with 'em?

No.

Well, yeah, mostly.

- That's bloody primitive! - Dad, can we just...?

Syd.

I waited outside the shop, pretending to gas on my mobile.

He came out of the shop and hung around.

When I finished, I walked back the other way, as if I'd just checked in.

We got in the lift together.

I waffled on about hating hotels and missing your mates and that.

He asked if I fancied a drink. I said, "Yeah." He said...

Syd, don't milk it.

I went to his room. We had a beer - half a beer. Not even half.

Then he dives on me!

- Do I stop there? - No, you go and work for the Star.

How long from when you met him?

Nine minutes?

It's not a record!

You didn't do all that just to prove a point?

Plus, he's fit.

Yeah, thanks, Syd. This obviously won't involve a bonus.

Right, major contradiction being...?

It doesn't disprove he loved Sonia. He could have been bi,

or not even that - could've been jealous.

I'm not talking "Foy Toy Boy Sex Shock Knock"!

If U-Ex Oil planted Sonia as a spy on the Select Committee...

...we've got a major corporate crime, sure. But...

...if she was doing such a great job, why knock her off?

Who do we know at U-Ex Oil?

- You do. - Eh?

Susan Sagattchean.

She used to be one of his journalism lecturers,

with a penchant for twitchy young undergraduates.

When she was fired, there was a three-minute uproar.

She got Head of Communication at U-Ex Oil.

- Find out if she's still there. - All right.

Cameron, hang on, if we start digging up at U-Ex Oil, they'll just bolt the door.

- We'll get nowhere. - Can't we work up from Dominic Foy?

No, because having spoken to Stephen Collins personally...

- When did that happen? - ...I'm moving in Cal's direction.

He didn't slide Sonia Baker into his office,

otherwise he'd have trounced this story when he could have. Talk to City Desk.

Find out what U-Ex Oil's expectations of the Energy Select Committee are -

specific angles they're getting Warner Schloss to lobby for -

apart from, "We're lovely, don't hammer us."

We can only crystallise a connection

if they've got information they shouldn't have.

So, we need specific things. We need...

Well...

- I can't talk to Stephen Collins. - Why not?

For the group?

Come on, Cameron!

Cal's having an affair with Stephen Collins's wife.

- You lousy twat! - They've already heard it

and they didn't get it from me.

Andrew Wilson tried spinning it round the tabs.

The only reason they haven't got it is because Collins was persuaded

to deny it by me and Della.

And yellow card for "twat". I'm way too lenient for "twat".

Cheers for the warning, Della.

You mean, "Thanks for bailing me out again, Della"?

Whoa, whoa! Hang on a minute, who are you?!

What have you contributed to this story, Pete?!

Um, mainly stuff you couldn't be bothered chasing.

Cal, calm down, OK? We wouldn't have Dominic Foy without Pete, would we?

Would we?

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

I can't stop it.

She's...

I can't stop it.

I'd rather walk.

You can't walk.

A, we need you.

And, B, I'd sue your arse for breach of contract.

Collins genuinely wants to know what's going on.

If you don't want to talk to him, maybe I could try.

I can't ring him.

Cameron gave him the option to have you fired.

Collins declined!

Whether he hates you or not, I think he needs you.

Sheena, sorry about this.

Who told you I was here?

- I drove past you half a mile up. - Oh, you could've stopped.

Well, you looked serene and gorgeous. I wanted to catch you dripping wet!

Two minutes, I promise.

So...Sonia and Dominic Foy definitely had a sexual relationship?

Yes.

- Well... Well, I'm hearing he's gay. - And?

Well, which?

Well, both.

He wasn't then, is now.

Or was then and faked the opposite. I don't know. It's just rumours.

- Does it matter? - Well, I've seen his holiday video.

And he's cuddling her and kissing her. You were in the background.

Yeah, that's not his holiday, that was mine.

I took Sonia to France for her birthday, cos she was skint and he gate-crashed.

She knew I thought he was full of shit.

She wouldn't discuss it with me.

- Discuss what? - Well, him offering her a job.

He recruited her for the research job on that holiday?

- Only cos she was desperate for work. - Yeah, thanks, Sheena.

For what?

The Government's expected...

- A big bomb... - Structural damage...

Very cold but win...

You all right?

Della's going to be joining us today.

I'm having a nightmare here.

Watch, watch.

Look.

MTV, yeah? Don't work. All right?

CNN, look... Knackered.

I can't get any of the film channels.

- Have you rung reception? - No.

Do you want me to ring reception?

I just...

I just want it fixing, all right? Or I want moving.

- Well, I want moving. - Tough!

What?

Why does this need two of you, anyway?

One to sit nodding, the other to scoop up the bullshit.

If Sonia was dead, how was a gutless, anonymous fax

to a national paper supposed to benefit her good name?

Big special friend - the friend you told Cal you wanted to protect?

I told you! I told you.

Stephen Collins was walking away from Sonia's death, yeah, without any blame.

- All right, and that really choked me. - She was pushed, Dominic.

You know she was pushed.

Because she fell in love with Stephen Collins.

Which she was not put in that office to do, was she?

We know you were working for Warner Schloss.

Well...

- That's not true. - So they were paying you for what?

Not true.

50-grand paper trail.

- Who's your contact there, Dominic? - Not true!

I like that we're making all these sweeping accusations

and he goes for the skincare products!

How gay is that?

You weren't in love with Sonia, Dominic!

- Did I say that? - You've tried implying it.

Yeah, well...

I wouldn't hurt her.

You used her!

You offered Sonia Baker the job in Stephen Collins' office in March.

Sheena Gough took her to France to celebrate her birthday.

Now, you were at the party.

But you bought champagne to celebrate recruiting her, didn't you?

You're full of shit, do you know that?

Dominic, we've got the video of the party!

Sheena Gough is on record filling in all the gaps.

Sheena Gough hates me, OK?

She hates anybody who doesn't treat her like a fucking princess, OK?

Now, Sonia couldn't see past that.

OK, and Sheena loved Sonia cos she couldn't see past that.

Sonia had the right qualifications to apply for that job,

which you talked her into.

Good money, as well. We know she was skint.

But you can't just put somebody into a job in Parliament.

Now, Warner Schloss are lobbyists for U-Ex Oil.

If you say so.

Which mean, Dominic, it's their job to try and find out

what the Energy Select Committee is thinking, Dominic.

If you say so.

- Move! - How does that work, hm?

How does that work?

"C-list management consultant

"pulls off a major stroke of corporate espionage"?

Come on!

Not on your own, you didn't.

Don't think I won't hit you.

He's the one making the digs. Hit him.

Calm down, Dominic, or I'll start.

Dominic. Dominic...

Whoever these people are, they're not your friends any more, are they?

Please move.

You daren't even answer your phone!

Sonia's dead because she knew too much, didn't she, Dominic?

Didn't she?

It's your funeral.

- Susan. - Have you put weight on?

Only on the penis, thank God.

I always said there was a little slack.

If it's water, it's work!

Just a tonic for me, please.

- Ever heard of Dominic Foy? - No.

PR guy. Small independent.

Not one of ours.

I've got an information budget of £16 million a year.

Please! I don't need to use whitebait.

Well, what if I know that he's banked 75 grand

from U-Ex lobbyists Warner Schloss.

Warner Schloss are their own people, they don't just lobby for us.

Well, the account code for those payments go back to you.

D4158/UO.

Is that your account code?

Close personal friend of Sonia Baker -

she being research assistant to Stephen Collins, this guy you're lobbying...

She died recently.

- Yes, I read about it. - Yeah, you probably read

she fell under a train, but in light of new evidence, that may be revised.

This is not how you buy me lunch, Dan.

Come on, is that your account code or not?

Could I get my coat, please?

If something's coming our way, the very least I would expect

is some kind of warning. I thought we were still friends.

Well, it will come your way. Now, sit down, Susan.

Right.

She was working directly on the report

being prepared by the Energy Select Committee,

she was screwing Stephen Collins,

and we think that she was feeding preview information to U-Ex via Warner Schloss.

And that's what you're printing?

- Yes, it is. - When?

We knew nothing about it.

You're speaking for how many people there?

In the last six months,

U-Ex has spent double on environmental and community improvements

than any other oil corporation!

Which is a bit of a U-turn, yeah?

Will you print that? No!

It's dig, dig, dig! Cos we're so big, you can't miss!

That is not journalism, Dan.

Everybody reckons the Select Committee Report's about to legislate

punitive taxation for oil companies not behaving themselves.

Now, last year, you were the worst offenders.

So if you didn't already know what was going in the report,

how did U-Ex go from worst to best in less than six months?

I'll deny this conversation, Dan. You'll look the fool.

Thank you.

Just the bill, please.

Greer, this is a better job than my accountant does.

Any lunches or dinners in the book with no receipts I assume were private.

So I phoned the restaurant to estimate amounts.

- Oh, you didn't have to do that. - Yeah, um...

There's a big invoice here for a weekend at the Craymore House Hotel.

I've got them to fax me a copy.

It's charged to a Mr and Mrs Collins.

I knew Anne was in Manchester that weekend, so you must have taken Sonia.

It was Sonia's big treat to me.

Listen, can we get a bike to take these over to my lawyers?

Yeah, sure.

- Yeah, 22nd of July. - Hold on, please.

- The room was booked under "Collins". - just looking.

It's just that you faxed me an invoice earlier

and I'm a bit anxious I can't track payment.

Have we paid?

I don't want it suddenly coming off the card and I haven't got enough to clear it.

Collins. Two nights, full board. Room 546.

- The account has been cleared. - Who by?

Open debit to the company.

Which company?

Warner Schloss. Settled in full.

Cal McCaffrey.

- You on your own? - No.

I'm downstairs.

Put some clothes on.

What does he want?

I don't want a fight.

End of July, Sonia sprung a surprise on me.

Weekend away, booked in her name.

Place in Somerset.

Posh, glitzy.

I wasn't allowed to pay for a thing.

Dominic Foy paid.

It was charged to U-Ex Oil.

Well, their lobbyists...

...Warner Schloss.

Why say Dominic Foy?

We think he recruited Sonia to work for you.

I recruited her.

We interviewed six people, male and female.

- Now, how can a plant be that arbitrary? - Come on!

The money U-Ex spend on lobbying,

they could afford to put every CV on your desk.

These things aren't advertised! You hear names, recommendations.

- From? - Civil servants, colleagues.

- Like? - She didn't work

in a bloody flower shop before she came to work for me!

She was cleared by Appointments. She was cleared by the Security Services.

You told me the other day your secretary picked Sonia.

Greer's been at this game a lot longer than I have.

Good instincts.

She just...

...picked someone she'd feel more comfortable working with.

You ask her...yourself.

How's Anne with all this?

If she brings your name up, it's remedial therapy,

- and if I do, it's...dick-swinging. - Were you ever going to tell me?

I would have had to eventually, wouldn't I?

And how would you have started that conversation?

Don't milk it, Stephen. I'm not the magpie in all this.

You stepped away from Anne.

Did she offer or...?

I'm just curious.

No, we...

We got pissed and I made a stupid move.

But I was working up to it sober.

You know, U-Ex paid for that weekend very early on in your relationship.

Dates aren't relevant.

They are if you want to try and prove that they were trying to set you up.

Is the Select Committee Report recommending legislation

that might hit them financially?

Hey, you're not quoting any of this!

I'm just trying to find out why people died, Stephen!

And a few billion quid might constitute a motive!

The Committee was always going to be a threat to them,

but only because they'd done so much wrong.

Not just U-Ex, the whole lot of them.

There was an all-party consensus after the last fuel crisis.

Nobody wanted it to go like the States...

...oil industry dictating whether a government stands or falls.

Where's Stephen?

I put him to bed.

What are you doing with his car?

He was...a bit bladdered, so...

I'll... I'll drop it round tomorrow.

What did he want?

- It was mainly about him. - Oh, I didn't enter the conversation?

- He's not angry with you. - Or you?

He's scared.

Do you think Stephen's capable of taking a...backhander?

No.

And I'm not discussing work - your work - for you.

I've been worried sick here.

I want to know what he's thinking.

He's only just realised how much trouble he's in.

Has he taken backhanders?

I don't know.

Be in, be in...

- Hello? - Paul! Wahey!

Thanks for getting back, you bastard! Where have you been?

Who's calling?

- Hello? - Who are you ringing for?

- Uh...Paul Canning. Who's this? - Richard Siegler.

What, at U-Ex?

No, I've just got through to Warner Schloss.

They transferred you.

Is this Dominic?

N-No.

Uh, it's... It's a personal call.

- Paul's in the Cape Town office. - Till when?

Well, I understand his family like it, so it won't be short-term.

Why don't you come in and see me, Dominic?

You've really helped me.

Thank you. Hey, hey! If I want to help somebody,

I'll buy a jacket from Save The Children for two quid!

You think this was just..."helping"?

No, I've just got to be back on childcare in a couple of hours.

- So? - 200 miles away.

I can work from Manchester, you know? No problem.

Well, we'll talk about that, hey?

My job is e-mails and phone calls. I can do that freelance.

I've put feelers out.

Besides, after a story like this...

...I'm hardly going to be invisible, am I?

Hm.

- I'll call you tonight. - Yeah. After ten.

I'll leave the phone on.

No, it's all right, there's...nothing in it.

Anne, you ring me tonight.

Mr McCaffrey.

Take a seat.

You've brought the sunshine with you!

He knows you're coming, so he can't be far. Coffee?

Coffee's great. Black.

Actually, Greer, it's you that I wanted to talk to.

Oh, I'm in no position to speak for him.

Stephen reckoned you compiled the list of interviewees for Sonia Baker's job.

Yes, well, that's private information, and I'm...

Stephen knows I'm talking to you.

He's downstairs.

Ring him if you don't believe me.

Yes, I compiled that list.

- Can I see it? - It's private.

What, even with Stephen's permission?

Sonia was well enough qualified for the job.

She stood out.

I liked her.

It was Stephen's choice, but I think my opinions counted for something.

Did you know they were having an affair, Greer?

Yes, well, I'm sure Stephen didn't give you permission to ask me that.

Would you excuse me for a moment?

Stephen Collins' office.

No, he's not in...

Bye.

It's not a question of whether I'm right or wrong. I'm the boss. Just do it!

Mr Coutts, line three.

And there I'll leave it.

Bob!

Yeah... No!

Why the fuck do you keep following me?!

Bob.

For a warm day, it's a draughty building.

So, what's your problem?

The U-Ex Oil story.

How careful are we...being there?

How much have you spent on it so far?

Including staff hours?

30, 40 grand. Not huge, given the scale of the connections.

Draw a line at 40.

You can blame me.

Giving what reasons?

We can't afford to upset the Government.

We're bidding for two radio licences.

At least two.

It's just bad timing.

So, not upset the Government at all?

With anything? Diary? Cartoons?

- Who rang you? - Don't be smart, Cameron.

Draw the line at 40.

His car's not here either.

Well, we'll get a drink somewhere.

Try again once the pubs are shut.