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I was just trying to find out
why people died

and a few billion quid
might constitute a motive.

I've just spent 500 quid without
authorisation. It's a bit dirty.

Sonia's dead because she knew too much.

Foy was employing Sonia Baker.

I left her.

He wasn't screwing her. Not
biblically, anyway. Syd reckons he's gay.

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

Three payments
of 25 grand from Warner Schloss.

Third was paid in just before Sonia Baker
died, but debited two days after.

And Warner Schloss
are lobbyists for...

U-Ex Oil.

Collins chairs the Energy Committee.

U-Ex has spent double
on environmental improvements

than any other oil corporation.

The U-Ex Oil story - draw the line.

Giving what reasons?

We can't afford to upset the Government.

You just couldn't resist her.
That's totally unprofessional.

Yesterday he's pretending
to be my best friend.

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

Sonia knew she was going to working here

a month before you met her.

It's not even possible!

The police need receipts
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.

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

Sonia sprung a surprise on me.
Weekend away. It was charged to U-Ex Oil.

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

Dom? Janine.

I need to know what's going on.

The police keep saying
you're back in England,

so where the hell are you?
Ring me in the office.

...as the honourable Member said.

However, I fear that the Bill is taking us
in the other direction...

Sorry.

I welcome the Government's increase
in funding

for local authority social services,
but it is a belated...

- 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...

- She walked out?
- Yeah. And I paid!

Doesn't prove she knows anything.

Well, it suggests that U-Ex were
getting privileged information.

No, it proves that you suggested it.

How much would you say this is up for?
And guess who owns it.

Ooh! 1.2 million?

Greer Thornton -
Stephen Collins' secretary.

You know what her salary is?

27,800.

How the hell can she afford
a house this size?

Because... Do you know who her dad was?

Where is it?

Admiral Sydney Thornton. 1926-2003.

Left it to his only child, Greer.

She's probably selling it
to pay the inheritance tax.

Share the spoils.

- You wanted me?
- Yeah.

Copy this, clean up the background
and get it transcribed.

Susan Sagattchean, U-Ex Oil.

- To what extent?
- It's not that brilliant.

She yaps away but there's no indication
she knows anything about anything,

apart from the size of Dan's penis.

Oh! Hey, hands up anybody
who's never screwed a source.

So, what's new, if that's the word?

Month after they started
sleeping together,

Sonia Baker's birthday present
to Stephen Collins

was a weekend away
at the Craymore House Hotel.

How fay!

The bill was covered by Warner Schloss.

Recharged to U-Ex Oil.

Yeah, but do we know that for a fact?

Their account code's reference 47120 -
yeah.

Yeah?

- Documentary evidence?
- Pete's driving down there now

to get a hard copy of the invoice.

If he gets it, we print it tomorrow.

- Saying what?
- It speaks for itself.

It's a stitch-up.

As a taxpayer, I'm right with you.

- He thought she was paying.
- Cal, no of fence, don't be thick.

If-If U-Ex contrived Sonia Baker's
appointment in Collins' office...

If? I thought we were taking that as read.

...which, face it, is pretty unlikely,

given the kind of scrutiny a job
like that attracts.

Sonia Baker was recommended
for that position by Greer Thornton -

- Collins' secretary.
- Come on, change your ribbon!

Cameron...every other applicant
for that job was more experienced

and more qualified than Sonia Baker.

So? You lot got jobs
when there were better against you.

Sometimes it's an economic compromise.

You're tying yourselves in knots.
Just wrap it up.

Get some...
Get some decent professional coverage.

Start putting my money where your mouth
is. That's all I've ever asked for.

- None of it makes sense yet.
- Della...

Grow up!
I'm back in the building in three hours.

If Pete's not back by then, tell him
to fax a copy of that invoice over to me.

Cameron...

- ...who's leaned on you?
- Several people.

- When?
- Since we opened this story.

So why start being obstructive now?

A, because I can't afford to see
my house flash before my eyes

B, you worry me.

Your bias in Stephen Collins's favour's
nudged upwards

since you started poking
his presumably guilt-ridden wife.

Stephen Collins is being stitched up.

Not without substantial
contributions from himself.

He was still shagging his researcher
when she was murdered.

If that's not a story,
I don't know what is.

Which he's admitted.

Tell him thank him for confirming
the bloody obvious!

You know, he came to me
with all that Craymore House stuff.

I'm the last person he'd want
to confide in and he came to me

because he's got nowhere else to go.

He's shitting himself.

You've got to admit,
that takes a lot of guts to do that.

Bob Coutts made a telling error.

He said, "We can't afford to upset
the Government over this."

We've got nothing on paper
that implicates the Government.

You must have talked to somebody
within shouting distance recently.

George?

George? George.

Er, I'll catch you later.

I'm sorry, George. It's just that
I need five minutes later. Well, ten.

Today's not good.

- You OK?
- Yeah, I'm fine, fine.

I just don't know who else to talk to.

Um...Marion's at the theatre
with friends.

Why don't you come round
to the house after 7.30?

- Literally ten minutes.
- No, I appreciate that.

It's always sortable, Stephen.
Live by that.

Right...

- Looking for the Greer...
- Yep.

Thanks.

Just fax it through.

- I tried the bell.
- Yeah, I was ignoring the bell.

Greer...about nine years back,

I spent a whole year
as Stephen's campaign manager.

I fought to get him elected.

Stephen's a very intelligent man. I'm sure
he achieved most of that on his own.

Yeah, OK, my ego.

But I was handling his life, his schedule,

working out what he said, when.

You know, I got to know him...

...and like him...

...for all the reasons you do.

Now, somebody somewhere...
wants to see him hang

for something he hasn't done.

Stephen's not bent.

No.

You're not telling me a woman
with your experience...and workload

is going to go for the least qualified
joker in a deck like this.

Somebody advised you to pick
Sonia Baker as Stephen's researcher.

- Only as a professional recommendation.
- Of course.

Which you need if you're as busy
as you are. It's the same in my job.

The Energy Minister.

The current one?

George Fergus?

- Mr Foy?
- Yeah. Mr Foy, Mr Foy.

OK. All right.

What do you want to see me about?
All right? OK? Got messages everywhere...

Dominic Foy?

I want it on record
that I came here voluntarily.

That's good of you.

OK. Right, let's just get this over
and done with.

Which bit?

OK.

Sonia Baker was...my girlfriend.

Um, my best friend.

Nobody was more upset than me
when she died.

And whether she topped herself

or-or-or was murdered...

...I mean, I had nothing
to do with that. Nothing at all.

In fact, the last time I saw her,
which was not that long before...

...I mean we were, you know,
really, really good...close. I mean...

Never been better. Really.

So?

Well, what else can I tell you?

Well, just that in writing.
Take a statement.

- Hang on, hang on, hang on!
- What?

- So what was all the shit about?
- What shit?

Coming the heavy at my office!
Following me!

Hey? If that's all you needed, what's...?

Um...we're not following you.

Age?

- Liz, have you seen Cal?
- Boys' room.

And, you know,
it means you won't get an answer

till you've faxed a proper question.

Oi!

Bell just called me.

Dominic Foy just volunteered
a witness statement.

- Anything?
- All bullshit.

A lot less than he's told us.

But he's convinced
there's somebody's following him.

It's Fat Malcolm.

Who's Fat Malcolm?

He used to work in the press hall.

He valets cars to bump up his pension.

I've got him doing this for 35 a day.

You knew where Foy was?

At home, mainly, yeah.
Hiding his car round the corner.

Yet you've been having us
schlepping all over the place.

Listen, Foy is not going to jump for cover
unless he's got nowhere else to go.

Is he still at the police station?

Yeah, but I can't confront him there.
He'll know where I got the information.

Make an excuse. Go and get him.

- I'll come with you.
- No, better on your own.

Find Syd and put him on red alert.

Do you know where Helen is?

Tell me why you want her.

Helen. Helen!

It's Question time. I can't miss it.

You know George Fergus
better than any of us, don't you?

I don't think he's in there today.

Can you find him? He's a minister.
It's a month to get an appointment.

One question. One answer.

Did he personally recommend Sonia Baker
for that job or not?

George?!

He said specifically
that he knew her family.

I'm not asking for a confession. A denial
is fine. But we need it before tonight.

- I'll find him.
- Thanks.

Dominic!

Who told you I was here?

I'm a witness. I've just finished
making a statement.

OK, I saw your car.

If it's you following me, OK, right,
I'm straight back in there, OK,

to file a complaint!

Because there are privacy laws!

What about Sonia Baker's privacy?

What about my privacy
after my flat was ransacked?

Dominic! You know more than anybody
about why Sonia Baker was murdered.

You're a fool to yourself if you think

they're going to let you walk away
from this.

Are you being followed? Seriously?

Yes.

Silver Rover.

Go back inside. Report it.

Look...I'm scared, OK?

Where are they parked exactly?

Just follow me.

Right, literally straight behind me.
Don't look yet!

Yeah,see?

OK.

Keep your head down
and crawl over to mine.

The green Saab.

- No.
- I'll take yours.

Meet me in the hotel we were at yesterday.

Don't check in, just find somewhere
in the lobby and stay put. OK?

Here.

Go.

I think he'll talk.
We're going to the hotel.

Tell Fat Malcolm to follow me,
not him. I'm in the BMW.

Jesus, Cal, if it's urgent,
you don't bring it here!

I've got Dominic Foy.

This might be the last chance
we get to get the right answers,

so I need the right questions.

Well, I can't talk to him.

He wouldn't have to know you were there.

Oh! Cal, just because
I came to you for help

doesn't make me
your Westminster correspondent, all right?

No, I sent our Westminster correspondent

to go and get a statement
out of George Fergus.

Greer named him.

You want to make up your mind

which direction you want your information
coming from, Stephen.

"Are you sure you go into
the woods to hunt bear?"

Excuse me, sir, young lady
at the door wants to speak to you.

Oh.

I mean, going back to what you were
thinking before, the Green Paper,

I don't know how you found it,
but what surprised me was...

Excuse me, sir.

Um, excuse me, gentlemen.

What I wouldn't have said,
because I couldn't have said,

was that I knew Sonia's father.

Because he's never heard of you.

But somehow we've got people on record

saying you did say you knew him, which is
why Sonia Baker eventually got the job.

I fail to see
where you're taking all this.

So how did you hear of Sonia?
She'd never worked in the building.

Oh, people mention names.
Talent gets remembered.

She never applied to work in the building,
so how did she qualify as talent?

Whose talent?

Helen...how departments scout for
researchers can't be of interest to you.

It is if they come via U-Ex Oil.

Are you suggesting
she was working for them?

That's not even disputable.
What I'm asking is,

did you put her into that position
at U-Ex's request?

This conversation is over...

...a lot like your career if you repeat
a single word of that accusation.

You'll regret it profoundly.

- Did they follow you?
- To the NCP.

Cal McCaffrey was waiting for me.
I switched cars before they turned up.

- You OK?
- No, no, I'm not OK.

Right, let's just get upstairs, OK?

Um, we've got to wait for Dan.
He's got the key.

Why don't you sit
with your back to the door?

You know who those people are,
don't you, Dominic -

who they're working for?

Either U-Ex Oil or Warner Schloss.

Well, if they wanted you dead,
you wouldn't be here, would you?

So, you know, what are they waiting for?

What are you bloody doing?!

Just get me out of here!
Just get me out of here!

OK, OK, OK.

Dominic. Well done, good to see you.

Let's get Dominic out of here.

Dan, Stephen's out front
in my car. Wire him up.

Dan Foster. You OK?

Right, Della's wearing the earpiece.

Any questions you've got,
just press the button

and speak in your normal voice.

Do you want to try it?

Do you know your team leader's
sleeping with my wife, Della?

Yes, she heard that.

Dan Foster - what, as in
Cameron Foster? Your dad's the editor?

Oh!

So all this was laid on a plate for you,
eh, Dan? Working for Daddy?

Cal McCaffrey sent me on this
cos I'm good at what I do.

- Yeah, sure.
- But my dad doesn't agree with that,

which is why it took me five years
to get a job there.

You didn't know anybody at all
in your business, then?

Don't be a smartarse, Dan.

Yeah, well, it's kind of late for me
to start apologising for that now.

Let's go.

You'd better come in.

So...

...have you ever met Foy, socially, or...?

Ah, sorry. Syd. Syd's with me.

Syd, Stephen.

Hiya.

"Man B" on any transcripts, yeah?

Drinks in the fridge. Help yourself.

- Where's Dominic Foy?
- Shh! Next door.

This goes way beyond the deal
that we had before.

- Money.
- Yeah, money.

Yes, money. Yeah, yeah, money.

And-And I want guarantees
about my side of the story.

How can I do that if I don't know
what you're offering?

I am not going to prison for this.

Hey, who said anything about prison?

If the story's told, yeah,
exactly as it happened, yeah,

exactly like I'm telling you,
I mean, I shouldn't go to prison.

I want none of that "he alleges", yeah,
"he suggests..."

It's a legal phrase
if we don't have evidence.

OK, well, don't worry, cos I'm evidence.

Who's your contact at Warner Schloss?

No, hang on. No names, right?

No names. I ain't doing that.

Paul Canning.

He's their account director for U-Ex Oil.

OK, fine, Paul. Just Paul.

How did Sonia Baker get
to be working for Stephen Collins

with a CV that's worse than yours,
Dominic?

Paul asked me...
if I knew anybody he could trust, right?

Really trust.

He wanted somebody bang
inside in the Energy Select Committee

with the right qualifications.

- What was in it for you?
- Nothing.

- Consultancy fees?
- Er, no.

Three payments of 25 grand,

the last of which
was bank-revoked after Sonia's death.

Because she was no longer useful.

Therefore, nor were you.

Oh, yeah. OK.

All right. Consultancy fees, yeah,
but, you know, for non-specified PR.

Did they say how
they'd slot her into that job?

Did they say how they'd managed
to squeeze her into that job?

No.

You can't just drop somebody
into a parliamentary research position.

Well, Paul seemed to think they'd manage.

With somebody in the Government?

Well, U-Ex have ex-personnel

all over the place. They've got 'em
on this board, that committee.

I mean, that's no secret.

George Fergus recommended Sonia.

Fine.

Did they mention him by name?

- They mentioned him by name?
- Well, they didn't.

Sonia did.

All right, months down the line, OK...

...Stephen Collins' secretary got
a bit steamed up over her CV, all right?

Sonia had upped her degree in politics
to a 1st from a 2.1.

The secretary found out accidentally

and blew her top, OK? And we all
thought she was going to get fired.

Then in steps George Fergus -
everything's cleaned up.

Yeah, but why didn't Greer Thornton
go to Stephen Collins with this?

How come the secretary
never told Stephen Collins?

All I know is... All I know is the one
time Sonia came close to being found out,

the secretary goes upstairs and
George Fergus smooths out all the creases.

Now, technically, he shouldn't have
had anything to do with it, should he?

I mean, Stephen Collins is meant to be
running an independent committee.

So Sonia Baker
was being paid double wages

to feed information back to U-Ex Oil?

Yes.

- Was she efficient?
- She kept her job.

So why did they want her dead?

I don't know. I don't know.

I didn't... I don't...
I don't know anything about that.

You do now.

Why did they want Sonia dead?

Who knew about the affair?

Who told U-Ex they were having an affair?

That's not the question.

How many people knew?

She told you.

Did you tell Paul Canning
at Warner Schloss?

No. No, no, no.

You and Canning discussed it.

So you've talked to Paul.

How did he know if you didn't tell him?

OK.

All right, OK?

I told him. OK? I told him!

I told him, all right? I told him!

But only when I thought it was funny.
Yeah?

Only when I thought that, you know,
Sonia was doing a good job.

It was...

The shit didn't hit the fan
till she stopped filing back.

Till she stopped reporting back
to Paul Canning

details of the Select Committee meetings?

You're not recording this, are you?

- What with?
- Up.

- Dominic!
- Shh!

Oh, I can't take this any more.

Paul turned up at my house.

Middle of one night.

And he was...on...the ceiling.

"Talk to her. Tell her, tell her.
She's your mate.

"Talk to her. She's your friend.
Talk to her.

Talk to the stupid bitch."

She'd told him...she wanted
to pull out of the whole deal,

to stop working for Collins.

- Against him?
- Yes, against him.

She couldn't handle it any more.

The dirty money was getting to her.
She was...

...terrified of being found out.

But Paul just went into orbit.

He tells her
he knows she was screwing Collins

and he said that he'd blow it
to the press if she downed tools.

And it was as simple as that.

By the time I got round to her flat,
she was...

...totally freaked.

You know, she was...

...inconsolable.

She'd fallen in love with Collins.

She'd got herself pregnant to him.

She said if he ever found out...

...how she landed in that office,

that she'd rather...

...die than have to face him with that.

She could have been making that up.

I said that! I said that.
That was exactly what I said.

She showed me this thing...
this test kit thing.

Blue spot. She was pregnant.

W-When was this?

A week before she died.

Right, who's telling that story?
Whose secret's that?!

Whose secret's that?!
Whose secret's that?!

If you two don't know,
whose secret's that?!

Cos nobody else mentioned it!

And that's why I'm shitting meself!

I'm sick of it!

Stephen?

Open this bloody door!

- I've got to.
- No, no, no.

No, no.

Stephen, just calm down!

Little shit! Where is he? Foy!

Get out now! Dan, get him out now.

Get out! Get out here!

- Leave it.
- Come on, get out here!

Get out here!

Get out! Get out here!

Who is it?

- I want to see your face!
- Stephen!

You used her, you little prick!

Get off me!

You used her! You prick!

You used her, you pimp!

Fuck!

What the fuck's he doing here?

I got her the job.

That's all I did. That's all I did.
I just got her the job.

- You killed her!
- No, I got...

Stephen, come back. Stephen!

Hiya.

That's all on tape, by the way.

Stephen, come back.

If you leave me to mop this up, I can't...
How can I keep you out of this?

Come back and talk to me.

Shit!

One minute he's in the bathroom.

Next minute he's screaming for help.

- It sounded like he fell.
- From where? A trapeze?

- I fell.
- What?

- I fell!
- OK, OK!

Clear the way, please.

- Liz, put me through to Cameron.
- He's got people with him.

Interrupt!

- I've been told not to.
- What kind of people?

It's all mineral water
and big front teeth.

Listen, I'm going to e-mail a document.

I want a print-off. Get a print-off
to him. Discreetly, but fast. OK?

Dot, dot, dot. It doesn't matter.

I've spelt "legal" wrong.

Stop worrying about the typos, you poof,
and just send it.

- It makes me look illiterate.
- Syd, send it.

"Poof" ain't much of a thank-you.

Well, I didn't intend it
as gender-specific, either.

I just meant...poof.

Stephen Collins was prepared
to leave his family for Sonia.

I didn't know that then.

We can't keep you out of this, Dominic.

I don't want you
to do anything else for me.

I don't want anything.
I've got my own protection.

Like what?

U-Ex are going
to deny any knowledge of you.

They can't.

- Not on paper.
- Dominic?

You his girlfriend?

Yes.

- Sorry, you can't come in with him.
- That's OK.

I'm fairly squeamish.

I'll write the copy. You check for facts.

Ring round anybody
we need for corroboration.

You get confirmation
that this Paul Canning

has indeed lost his job
and cleared out his flat.

Find any phone numbers that might
be useful that might connect us to him

and also get hold of a phone log, see if
he's been active in the last week or so.

All right.

The very least we can say
is underground or untraceable.

Look, Cal, the presses are already
running. We won't get it in tonight's now.

Like your dad has never stopped a run?
That's how he lost his last job!

Yeah, but I can't get a phone log
in that time.

- I might be able to help.
- What, from your copper?

- Shh.
- Hey, listen...

...I've had more out of coppers
than you'll ever get.

- I don't want to know.
- Anybody really senior?

This is terrific.

It's amazing.

And all for under 40 grand.

Can we get Sonia Baker's medical records?

Cos if they're covering that up,
the least we allege is,

was she pregnant the week before she died?

And of course, big black hole
in a story this size,

quotes from Stephen Collins -
did he know she was pregnant?

Given the accusations, what does
he now make of his relationship

with Sonia Baker? Can you get them?

Can you print it?

Not right now, so take your time.

U-Ex's injunction
gagging every aspect of the story

on the grounds it could strangle
their share price.

So?

Personal injunction
from George Fergus's lawyers,

naming a conversation he had with Helen.

Officially, no comment, but
they're briefing left, right and centre.

George went nowhere
near this level of involvement.

My gorgeous, generous offer
of early retirement

if the above two documents are respected
and adhered to.

It's a big story.

Big day.

Big hitters!

Who fancies a drink?

Not you. Find Stephen Collins.

I want his permission to print
the quotes he's given you personally.

Well, is he clean or not clean?

Make him pick a team!

Get me the press hall!

Everybody! Stop what you're doing!

Everybody! That means you.

Phones down, computers down.

Get your coats!

Anyone not essential to tonight's
edition - Masons Arms in ten minutes.

And if you think I'm drunk now,
look in again at ten o'clock.

Print Supervisor.

Eddie? How are you? How were you?

It's a stop!

Are you getting this?

Absolutely serious.

With my scanned signature
at the bottom.

Absolutely no change to that
without my personal consent.

Only people with expense accounts
allowed in the lifts!

Stephen, it's me. Listen, I'm really
sorry you had to go through all that.

None of us knew it was going that way.
I'm really sorry.

Can you call me as soon as you
get this message?

I'll try your other numbers.

Hi leave your
name, time you called and I'll...

Hello?

How busy is your record shop
at three in the morning?

Stop that!

Breakfast!

You daft...!

I woke up at half past two
with a stonking hard-on, thinking,

"I'm not going to see her
till the weekend."

You don't think I'm going
to have sex with you in this car?

You've sprinted round putting make-up on
for something,

so, you know, we're not completely
ruling out rituals, are we?

I love you.

But if you're going to buy that, then...

...you're going to have to start
doing something about it.

You worried about Karen and Louis?

They know me and Stephen
will probably get divorced.

Probably?

Well, that's what you do with kids.

You keep telling them probably till they
come to terms with inevitabilities.

It's not a lie.

I left Louis a note saying
that the shop alarm had gone off.

Now that was a lie, so, erm...
I shouldn't hang around.

You know, the easiest thing
in the world

would be pretending that we got
to this because Stephen let you down.

I wouldn't be here
if I thought you thought that.

But I wouldn't be here at all
if he hadn't.

Suggesting what?

Sonia Baker was working for U-Ex Oil.

She was put into Stephen's office
to spy on him.

- She slept with him deliberately?
- She was leaking his notes to U-Ex.

Bitch!

But she slept with him because
they were having an affair, Anne.

Does he know this?

Yeah.

Well, he couldn't deny the facts
after a while.

This is a late print, so...

...his people won't have clocked it yet.

Maybe, just.

Bit grown-up in here. Sure I'm invited?

You're involved in the transcript,
so you need telling.

I don't care how many drinks you're
offered, how much lunches you're promised,

however much pressure you're under,

this story remains confidential
to the people in this room

or I'll personally punch you.

- Why are you picking on me?
- This is for all of you.

Until I tell you what we're saying, when,
you button it.

Adam and Georgia
have already filed an appeal

against U-Ex Oil's blocking of the story.

We've instructed Geoffrey Thomas, QC.

What are the chances of getting
round the injunction?

We'd have to pick round the wording.
There's always loopholes,

but it's bound to emasculate the copy.

- Pete.
- Cameron.

This letter saying, what,
they're sacking you?

- What?!
- In a way.

Because of this?

I no longer have editorial control.

She does.

I've brought you a cup of tea.

You're in a strong position to tie up
the recommendations. Bang it out.

That's another week,
if it's not gone to print.

Then get the injunctions lifted.
I want this story swamped.

We need briefing statements ready
early afternoon

to get tomorrow's editions, and I want to
follow that up with a press conference...

Oh, yeah, thank you.

We're all wanted back at the House.
The Herald's withdrawn the appeal.

Looks like the board
has suspended Cameron Foster.

That's one favour cashed in! It'll give us
breathing space, but don't relax.

They're all chasing this now.

Do not relax yet.

Cars are downstairs.

Who knew Sonia was working for U-Ex Oil?

That's not a proven fact.

- She was murdered.
- The police are investigating that.

Not without interference!

You had an affair. That's all.

You don't deserve to be blamed

for everything that went wrong
with Sonia's life.

If we can steer events clear of you,
all well and good.

If we can't, you're strong enough
to take it on the chin,

- which is why you're being looked at.
- Who knew?

- I don't know.
- George, for one.

- I don't know.
- Why are you protecting him?

The same reason I'm protecting you,
Stephen.

The Energy Report's bigger
than the pair of you.

The report's a joke -
stiffing the oil companies.

Stopping oil companies
stiffing the Government, I thought.

U-Ex.

You knew what was in there
from day one

because George Fergus
put Sonia into my office to work for them.

And I want to know why he isn't
being flogged in public for that.

I know why you're angry, Stephen,

you especially.

But any hint of contamination
sets us back a year.

We can throw the press, we can fragment
the impact of any accusations.

Yeah, I can do that, I promise you.

But your recommendations on that committee

are meant to be the cornerstone
in the next session

and that makes you
a very important individual.

- You stink.
- Me?

You don't connect two words
without thinking.

Good job one of us can!

Get this bloke fired, that woman shifted.

- Do you want to know what I know?
- So much skewed and twisted.

- Do you want to know what I know?
- No conception of truth!

I bet your wife is sick of you
sleeping with your cock on the pillow!

My wife's substantially happier
than yours is.

Sorry.

I couldn't have the arrogance
to represent a constituency.

I think I'd be embarrassed
to even say that.

You lot, you queue up
with all the vanity of schoolboys!

And you get to the front

and your booming radical voices
come out in falsettos.

You're your own worst bloody enemies.

I don't know whether
George was taking a bung from U-Ex.

I know what I think. But I won't
know until it lands on my desk,

which is when I'll have to mop it up.
I'm just the cleaner, Stephen.

For your own protection,
get the report out and over with.

And get used to the attention.

They're offering me a seat in the Cabinet.

Private life permitting,
which will definitely land on my desk.

I'm not your enemy, Stephen.

He needs some air. He's walking.

Come in.

Cal McCaffrey. Yvonne Shaps,
legal executive, Legal.

As from now, Yvonne will be making
all my headline decisions for me.

Nowhere near true.

I'm here to avoid us printing material
that invites more writs than readers.

I've withdrawn the appeal
against the injunction...

Oh, great first move!

...on the grounds we shouldn't be
spending legals defending a story

that can't defend itself.

That story is good.

It's better than good.

Bits of it are.

You can't accuse an international
corporation of murder without evidence.

Implying responsibility.

You paid an anonymous source
for a briefcase containing instructions

to the assassination of Sonia Baker.

Requiring less implication.

Anonymous source is nowhere near
good enough on something this size.

If you can't back it, we can't print it.

Oh, please don't look at me
like that message just came from Mars!

Er, listen...

Yvonne...

...I don't know who sent you, but, um...

...well, you'd have to be...

- ...pretty thick not to...
- No, no, no! No, no, no, no...

...no spitting!

No. Yvonne's not saying the big no.

Just little noes until we get a version
of the story we can print.

Cameron, Cameron, if we don't
go with this, and soon...

- Yeah.
- ...it will be hijacked by every...

I know. Shut up! No. Maybe that's Yvonne's
secret plan. We'll-We'll find out.

Why don't you go and, um,

and type something, um, lovely,

and, er, and then we'll calm down

and regroup when she's had a chance
to read it intelligently?

The mental bitch
has withdrawn the appeal.

Yvonne Shaps can spend, I swear,
1,000 quid on a pair of shoes,

but she's never, in all the time I've
known her, found an outfit to match!

Just these glowing treasures
on the end of her precious legs.

- Dad, why aren't you walking?
- To?

In the direction of your balls perhaps.

Why are you just standing there joking?

If I walk, there goes a 15-year pension.

If they sack me,

the severance invites untold wealth
in a Mediterranean climate.

You're going to let 'em do this,
aren't you?

They're trying to break the story up.

If it comes out like rabbit shit,
where's the impact?

A house in Tuscany worth the sacrifice,
is it?

Or, indeed, your mother's medical bills?

- Do you want another drink?
- No.

Turn your anonymous source round.

What's the point? They're not
going to print the story anyway!

They don't own the story.

You do.

What's going on?

Witness his signature...

...and backdate it to the 11th.

Yup.

What action is being taken
to make sure we actively continue

to tackle world poverty after the current
programme comes to an end?

Some 900 million people worldwide

are likely to still be living
in extreme poverty in 2015.

Even if goals are achieved,

our commitment to work against poverty
must continue.

I thank the honourable lady
for that reply

and for recognising the importance

of the need to continue
the fight against world poverty.

Does she agree

that the hopelessness that comes from it
causes division worldwide...?

There is a very clear...

- What the hell do you mean by that?
- You've always been a mate to me, George.

- The least I could is warn you.
- What do you mean, finished?

Not going to watch you grease your
fat arse while I'm suffering like this.

- What are U-Ex paying you?
- I have never taken money

from U-Ex or anybody else,
now you keep your voice down.

- Directorship?
- Oh, cut that out.

You manipulated Sonia into my department!

Don't be ridiculous.

My secretary's prepared to go
on public record saying the opposite.

Ah!

I have talked to Greer. I think she's
confusing one conversation with another.

- Are you confused?
- No, George, I'm not.

The words were, "Pick a good 'un,
but make sure it's Sonia Baker.

"We could do with somebody like that
backing Stephen up.

"I know her family."

You've let me down, George.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Look, Olicia, I just...

Sonny.

I was asked to nominate Sonia.
That's all I did. No lies.

You "knew the family" not a lie at all?

- That much but that's it.
- Asked by?

You were made chairman of the Energy
Committee because people trusted you.

You did. You trusted me
to take it right up the arse!

No, no, the opposite! To be regarded

as independently minded -
not against them, not for them.

Bright enough not to go too far
with your recommendations.

They've damaged me. You've damaged me!

Sonia Baker wasn't appointed
at U-Ex's request.

Bullshit! She was on the payroll
of their lobbyist. I can prove it!

I mean, we knew she was theirs.

But they weren't aware of that,
and still aren't.

God, Stephen.

It was obvious one of the oil companies

would want an operator close
to the committee. We created a vacancy.

We knew from Intelligence
she was their candidate.

I primed Greer
to allow something to happen

because it was in our interests.

- How, for God's sake?
- Made U-Ex more secure.

- The whole point was the opposite.
- Within reason.

We know from experience
you don't mess with the oil industry.

If they can't be seduced,
they throw tantrums.

They can't be dragged into line
kicking and screaming.

We tried that. We had a national fuel
crisis, the Government nearly buckled.

So nobody took money, Stephen. Well...

...apart from the country, hopefully,

when they lower the cost
of filling a tank.

You must have known
she was involved with me.

Aye. What could I do?

Two adults. I couldn't interfere.

- You couldn't interfere?!
- Not without undoing a lot of good work.

She's dead, you stupid, disgraceful fuck!

Nobody here...

...knows how that happened. Nobody.

Oh, for God's sake, Stephen,
the stakes weren't that high.

What the hell do you think we are?

I don't know.

Just give me a name.

I want to talk to her family.

Got a 15-year-old girl on the run
and that doesn't bother you?

A lot less than you talking her
into something she can't handle.

That briefcase
is a major piece of evidence.

Which is why she gave it to you -
to prove my brother was killed for it.

- Why do you think I'm here?
- Again!

Where's my Kelvin's name? Huh?

Where's your name, come to that?

You ain't got no power, man.
You're toothless!

Kelvin's murder is the only reason
we latched onto this story.

- I hope he haunts you.
- Sonny...

Sonny. Sonny, listen...

If I can produce somebody who can say
where that briefcase came from...

So, I'll say I nicked it
from a professional killer.

Well, he can't contradict that, can he?
He's dead!

- Listen, I've just left a good job...

...to be near my mum.

Do you think I stand any chance of
getting any work if I admit I'm a thief?

Hiya. Sorry.

- I'll call you straight back, yeah?
- Come and see me.

- At work, yeah?
- I'm going to your house.

You only have to say
that you were there when he took it.

That he rang the home Sonia Baker,

a woman he had never met, to warn her
that someone was planning to kill her.

They would have to reopen the file!