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M-Mum said I could crash the party.

Long as you behave.

Sex on the beach?

Just the sex, please.

Here you are, darling. Enjoy.

Can James's trunks
contain his excitement

around Mrs Stratton?

Stay tuned to find out.

You okay?

Never better.

Cream?

- So easy to burn in this heat.
- Good idea.

James, I'll do you if you do me.

Thanks, Deirdre.

Thank you, Deirdre.

The path to true love
never did run smooth, darling.

Fuck off, Charles.

- You really know how to throw a party.
- Oh, yes.

I'm king of the fucking castle.

Catch.

All right, Freddie.

Everybody ready?

Smile, it's not a firing squad.

Right. Let's go.

Declan, look this way.

We are delighted to announce

that we are a new consortium
called Venturer,

and we are pitching against Corinium
for the Central South West ITV franchise.

What?

When did you decide to make this bid?

Is it a personal vendetta?

Declan, are you the only one
on the team with TV experience?

Does Lord Baddingham know
that you're taking him on?

- If I could have a word, Lord B.
- Not now.

You're going to want to hear this.

What is it?

There's a rival franchise bid.

Declan, Freddie Jones,
Rupert Campbell-Black.

What the fuck!

Fuck!

Unbelievable!

That bunch of f...
amateurs think they can take me on?

You call yourself a fucking journalist?

You should have been all over this!

- I can't be everywhere.
- Oh, pitiful.

And you! Why the hell
didn't you know this was happening?

- I told you as soon as I found out.
- Okay. We have to fight back.

We're stronger than them,
and we can prove it.

No one is to speak to anyone from...

- The fuck they called?
- Venturer.

Sounds like a brand of johnnies.

No one is to speak to anyone
from fucking Venturer

under any circumstances!

Instant sacking if you do!

Why the fuck are you all wearing swimwear?

Party's over!

Sorry.

...not eaten at all?

Not even his biscuits.

You back-stabbing whore.

Tony.

Her husband, Rupert Campbell-Black,

and Declan bloody O'Hara
are bidding for my franchise.

Get out of my house!

- Tony, Hermione's my friend.
- Not anymore.

Go on, fuck off!

Oh, gosh.

Hermione!

I've never seen him so angry.

That man is a monster.

This sort of behaviour is just...
...not on.

No, it isn't.

But this is what we're dealing with.

Tony's gloves are off.

One good thing,
Cameron obviously hadn't blabbed.

Otherwise, he'd never reacted like he did.

Yeah, well, in an ideal world,
he wouldn't have had a clue about us yet,

except we had to announce early,

because you couldn't keep
your trousers up and your mouth shut.

But from now on, we need to stay
in full control of our campaign.

A campaign, you say?

We're at war, Henry.

Yes.

Now the hard work begins.

- Gerald.
- Certainly.

These are copies
of our draft application for all of you.

Everyone needs to know this
back to front so we can answer

any questions that come our way.

We also need more television people.

Producers who know how to
make award-winning programmes.

As wonderful as you all are,
we lack practical experience.

We also need to start a petition.

Get the locals on our side so they come
to the public consultation next month.

It is crucial that we make a good showing,
as Lady Gosling can pull our application.

I have a captive audience every Sunday

and can certainly secure
the support of my flock.

I will canvass my students
and put up posters at the university.

I can help out with a petition.

Please.

If you coach me on what to say,
I know I can do it.

- It's a lot to learn, Tag.
- Then help her, man.

General Patton was dyslexic.
Never stopped him.

Taggie at the front
of tank command?

If that's what's needed.

Thank you, Tag.

- Here, I have an idea.
- Hope it's better than your last effort.

- Fuck off, Declan.
- Oh, Rupert, give it a break--

- I've already acknowledged that it's--
- Stop it. Stop it.

Do you know why I've never had
one strike in my factories?

I let every man play to his strengths,
but I don't interfere.

We're all on the same side here.

We need to pull together,
not pull each other apart, okay?

Yeah.

Good.

Your husband is very impressive.

All this.

- In his element.
- Yes.

And just when I thought he was mine again,
the new mistress whisks him away.

God, I feel like the ball at the end
of Five Nations at Twickenham.

Everyone keeps having a go at me.
I can't keep saying I'm sorry.

Well, then stop doing things
you need to be sorry for.

Thanks, Ms Collin. Thank you so much.
We all really appreciate it.

Can I just have a moment of your time?

Just here to talk
about Venturer Television.

- We're currently going with--
- No.

Oh, excuse me. Hi.

- Can I talk to you about, um--
- No, sorry.

Would you like a flyer? It's yours.

Okay.

Um, hi, I'm Taggie.

Um, I was wondering if I could
talk to you about Venturer Television?

- Of course.
- Okay, great. Um--

- Are you free to talk about Venturer--
- No.

- Hi. Can I talk to you about Venturer--
- No, not interested.

Okay.

It's okay.

Taggie.

Mr Fairburn, I'm... [sighs] I'm so sorry.
I didn't know you lived here.

- Wait.
- I--

Fancy an illicit cup of tea?

All right. Come on then.

I was hoping to run into you.
To thank you for New Year's Eve.

You were having a heart attack.

It wa...
It wasn't a heart attack.

It was, um, a panic attack.

- Started about a year ago.
- Oh.

I don't tell many people,
so if you could just keep it to yourself?

Of course.

- Are you better now?
- Definitely on the mend.

After New Year's Eve,

Rupert visited me at home
and realised I wasn't coping with Mother.

He put a rocket up social services.

Now we have a district nurse every day.

Rupert did that?

Yes.

He was tremendous.

The stars are hitting
the red carpet in London today

for the 1987 British Television Awards.

Competition is tight
in this year's drama series category.

It could be The Life and Loves of
a She-Devil, The Singing Detective...

Hello, boys.

...or will they go with this year's
audience choice of Four Men Went To Mow?

- Declan!
- Minister! Over here!

This way, please! How are you
doing tonight, Mr Campbell-Black?

Feeling lucky?

Here, please!

You're the new boys
on the block!

This is my first, uh,
Television Awards.

Yeah. Listen, very good to see you.
We'll chat soon.

- Declan!
- Minister!

Champagne, sir?

Thank you.

I told you I could get us invited.

Well, got to say, Rupert, this was
definitely one of your better ideas.

Yeah.

See the look on Tony's face?

So, who's the big fish
we want to lure tonight?

Lots of potential, but, uh,

that's Harold White
over there from Grenada.

He's my number one
for programme controller.

- Reel him in then.
- Mm-hmm.

- Harold!
- Ah, Declan.

- Nice to see you.
- Mmm.

Hoped I'd run into you here.

Thanks for keeping your
mouth shut about Venturer.

If it's any consolation, we didn't
read your application in the end.

Declan thought it wasn't fair game.

Mmm.

At least someone in your consortium
has integrity.

You still won't win though.

Cameron Cook.

I was hoping I'd bump into you.

- Julian Hathaway.
- Mmm.

I'm, uh, part of the group
that's pitching for Yorkshire TV.

And we'd very much like to talk to you
about coming on board.

I'm happy at Corinium.

Well, we can top what Tony's paying you.

Our pockets are just as deep.

But not your vision,
and I'm a vision kind of a woman.

Well--

Fuck off, Hathaway.

What did that slimeball want?

He asked me to join his bid
for Yorkshire Television.

- And what did you say?
- That I'm happy where I am.

Ah.

- Tony, hi.
- Richard.

Hi. Great to see you
at the board meeting the other night.

Sorry, you remember my wife, Alicia.

So glad you're here.

Come on, Harold. You spent the last ten
minutes telling me how unhappy you are.

You left Corinium in a blaze
of alcohol-soaked violence

documented on live television and every
gossip columnist this side of Wapping.

Hardly the ideal CV
for the managing director.

Won't you at least think about it?

Look, you're a good friend, Declan.

And, yes,
you are a very talented presenter,

but running a franchise?

It's a completely different skill set.

And, frankly, I can't risk my
entire career on that kind of long shot.

Harold.

- Ladies and gentlemen...
- Good luck.

...presenting tonight's award
for the best drama series,

please welcome Miss Nathalie Perrault.

It's so lovely to be back in the UK
to present this award,

and to have such a warm welcome.

The winner of best drama series is...

C'est magnifique!
Four Men Went To Mow!

Yes!

Well done.

Well done. Well done, boys.

- Well done, Tony.
- So proud.

Good to see you.

I'd want an award
if I had to sleep with Tony.

Oh, she's a woman who gets
what she wants, that's for sure.

Hmm.

Mwah! Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you so much
for this British Television Award.

It means a huge amount.

I remember the day that my dad
brought home our first television.

A Ferranti.
It was quite the status symbol in 1952.

Big wooden, uh, box of tricks

warming up in the corner
of our lounge. Sitting room.

Um, my father, Lord Baddingham,
loved television.

He spent his days walking the corridors
of power with world leaders,

helping good men to win bad wars.

And then he'd come home in the evening
and sit down and watch Coronation Street.

He would have loved Four Men Went To Mow.

Four Men Went To Mow
entertains 12 million people weekly.

And that's in the UK alone.
It's become a global phenomenon.

Dad, I hope I've made you proud tonight.

Uh, but it would never
have become what it is,

a lauded and beloved
national and international hit,

without the real brains
behind the programme and behind Corinium,

the force of nature that is Cameron Cook.

Cameron, this award is yours.

Mmm.

Wow.

Um...

When Tony invited me to England
to become a part of the Corinium family,

he promised that together we would make
award-winning television with integrity.

Thank you.

This...

This really means a lot.

Congratulations to Lord Baddingham,
Cameron Cook,

and the Corinium Television team
behind Four Men Went To Mow.

Thank you very much.

Get your--

You're not scared somebody might see us?

Tonight I am all yours.

What's happened?

Walter Scott's dead.

Oh.

And I'm sorry to ruin
your first British Television Award.

You could never ruin anything.

- I'm sorry.
- Mmm.

He was such a loyal animal.

I hope no one saw you coming here.

Not that it isn't lovely to see you,
but just if Tony knew...

Don't worry. I was very careful.

Thanks. Right.

So, what can I do for you?

We'd like you to join Venturer.

What?

Did Taggie put you up to this?

- She told me she saw you.
- I don't need pity.

I'm not offering pity, Charles.

You are still
one of the best and brightest.

A real whizz-kid.

Well, I'm a "was-kid" now.

Because Tony makes you feel worthless?

He is wrong. You have so much to offer.

You would make an incredible
controller of programmes.

No. No, no, no, no. I-I can't.

- Not with Mother. The... The stress.
- Okay, all right. All right.

How about documentaries?

It's where you started out.

I would love that.

Thank you.

- Tea!
- Yes.

May our British Television Award
be the first of many.

Bravo!

- Now, you all need to sign new contracts.
- What for?

Standard practise
in any franchise year.

Tony needs to know that you're loyal.

Ms Madden will have them
on your desk tomorrow.

Signed and returned by Friday, please.

No holidays to be taken
till this is in the bag.

Not even sick days
unless you're actually dying.

Between now and December,

we are gonna wow the IBA
with our creative output.

But we also need to discredit Venturer.

Declan was desperately pushed
for cash when he worked here.

How has he raised funds?

We should investigate any IRA connections.

- Well, not all Catholics are terrorists.
- Well, he's tried to blow us sky-high.

- I wouldn't put anything past him.
- Rupert's a government minister.

Surely being a part of Venturer
is a conflict of interest.

Mmm.

No, sadly.

But get your husband
to ask about it in the House anyway.

Nothing wrong with seeding doubts.

What about the bishop?

Bet he's fiddled with a choir boy or two.
One for you to investigate there, Charles.

But most importantly,

find out who Rupert's sleeping with, Seb.
There's gotta be something.

- That's not the sort of journalism--
- I don't give a fuck!

I also heard Freddie Jones
on the radio this morning

doing his man-of-the-people shtick.

Ginger, remind Radio Cotchester
I'm on their board.

I don't want any more of that coverage.

Consider it done.

They'll be recruiting production people,
so watch your colleagues.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Now fuck off, the lot of you.

Excuse me.

He was so angry.
You need to be careful.

So he's really gunning for us then?

I've never seen him so determined, Declan.

He's like a man possessed.

He's going to try to destroy you.

Thanks for the heads-up.

You're gonna have to do better than that

if you're gonna work
for Venturer, Charles.

Oh, yes. Oh, very good, Sebastian.
Very funny.

D-Don't make that joke to Tony though.

Oh, I don't make jokes
about things not funny.

And you helping Venturer
win the franchise,

that isn't funny at all.

We've had word that
with the rocketing AIDS numbers,

the IBA wants real focus on family values.

So, with that in mind, I thought...

We thought that a programme
on how to stay married would fly.

Network slot, of course.

Network?

Uh, yeah. Uh, great.
Marriage, um, finances, dual careers,

housework, uh, sex, rows...
...decorating the house.

And we'd like you to front it
with a lady very close to your heart.

Sarah would be honoured.

I'm not talking about Sarah.
I'm talking about Lizzie, your wife.

Lizzie. [stammers] Yeah, of course.

So the fewer working lunches
you have with Mrs Stratton from now on,

the better. Yeah?

Absolutely, Tony. Uh...

Off you pop.

Right, yes. Uh, okay.

Darling.

- Guess what?
- What?

We've been offered our own show.

What do you mean our own show?

You and me.

Tony wants to call it How To Stay Married.

Us on TV?

Well, it'll mainly be me,
but Tony wants you too for authenticity.

Well... [stammers] ...I can't.

My editor's screaming at me for a draft.
There aren't enough hours in a day.

Of course you can.

There's nothing you can't do.
Haven't I always said that?

In fact, this show, it could be the push
your books need to really, you know,

sell.

But I-I hate being photographed,
let alone on camera.

- Can't you do it on your own?
- Oh, for God's sake!

Of course not, Lizzie. Tony wants you. Us.

He asked me personally.

At least do the screen test
before you decide to destroy my career.

Okay. Fine.

I'll do the test.

This is gonna be the making of us.

Here we are, ladies. Top up?

Excuse me,

what are my two favourite girls
doing having a drink in my bar

without letting me know?

- We're on the run from our humdrum lives.
- Are you really?

Oh, you are disgustingly brown.

A few weeks playing polo in Argentina
will do that to a chap.

Bas.

No rest for the wicked. Excuse me.

That arse.

Well, we'll have to meet in secret
from now on, or James will have a fit.

Oh, good practice for having an affair.

I've never had an affair.

I think if
I didn't have my admirers,

I doubt Declan
and I would still be married.

- Oh.
- What? He sleeps with his work.

I need something. Everybody does.
It's how people stay married.

You sound like Rupert.

I'll take that as a compliment.

Really? You've never fancied
just a little bit on the side?

Much too complicated.

I love complications.

Makes life much more exciting.

Mmm.

Can I help you?

Where's your father?

Christ, Charles. What are you playing at?

Sorry. It keeps the Baddingham KGB
off my trail. Something's happened.

So, now you know then.

What are you gonna do, Seb?

Tell Tony about Charles?

Declan, working with you
was the best job I've ever had.

What I'd like to do is-is join you.

If you'll have me.

I could be another mole in Tony's camp.

I always fancied myself a spy.

Careful you don't get, like,
carried away, Sebastian.

Sorry, couldn't resist.

You really want to help us take on Tony?

Ousting bullies is
what I went into journalism to do.

- Head of news, perhaps.
- Mmm.

Welcome on board.

- Bravo.
- Thank you.

Table for two?

- It's a bit public, isn't it?
- Actually, we're here to see you.

Right.

It's high time you joined Corinium.

There's a seat on the board
with your name on it.

That's very generous of you.

I need people around me I can trust,
who have my back.

This isn't about work. It's about loyalty.

Family.

Saying that, Corinium's a very
lucrative business to get involved in.

And we've got amazing programme plans
in all areas.

So this is really the time
for you to join the board.

Good afternoon, Tony.

I've just signed with the other side.

Rupert's promised to put Polo
on television,

something I'm interested in

that you've always dismissed
as ridiculous.

You only want me to join your board
so you can impress the IBA with your...

...your family values.

Whereas Venturer asked me
because they know what I'm worth.

I'm not just your little brother, Tony.

I'm an asset.

No. The only asset you have
is the Baddingham name,

and you got that by the skin
of your illegitimate teeth.

Rupert asked you to try to hurt me.

That's how desperate he is.

Look at you all.

A drunk, an oik
and a washed-up showjumper.

All you've got in common is overblown ego.

I'd enjoy destroying you all,
but you'll implode all by yourselves.

Tony's right though, isn't he?

Nobody would touch us with a bargepole.

We have morals.
That should count for something.

Yeah, some of us do.

What, so Bas isn't on board then?

It doesn't matter how many people join us.

Declan's the only person on our team
who's actually made any television.

Well, you haven't lost anyone's respect
if you just jack it all in.

I-I mean, the whole of Fulham
are desperate for us to return.

I mean, we could even go back to Dublin.

You said I'd have to drag you
by your hair back to Dublin.

At least someone
will be touching me, Declan.

Tony's got inside our heads.

It's exactly what he wants.

But is he right?

Is Venturer a stupid idea?

Morning, Gerald.

Morning.

- Busy day today.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, and the PM's office called.

To say what?

Well, she thinks you've joined
the wrong team in this franchise race.

Backbenchers are beginning
to doubt your intentions.

Darling, do you think you'll be back
in time to record my radio interview?

I've left a blank tape next to the hi-fi.

Oh, no. I'm not going to Corinium today.

James is doing the screen test
with Lizzie,

so I thought I'd keep out of the way.

Right.

Mmm.

I'm surprised you're so relaxed.

- What do you mean?
- Oh, come off it, Sarah.

Lizzie and James's show goes well,
Tony will want her for Round-Up too.

All that real-life chemistry on screen.

Can't beat it, hey?

It's a shame, really.

You being on TV
was very good for our profile.

Tony'd never do that.

James wouldn't have it.

Ambition is a cruel mistress.

You need a strategy, my love.

Before you are out

on your ear.

Toodle-oo.

Good morning, Mrs Stratton.

Sarah, I've got half an hour till
my How To Stay Married screen test.

- Yes, and I want to help you with that.
- No, absolutely not.

Come on. You're so much better
on screen when you're relaxed.

I am completely relaxed already.

- Are you?
- Yes, I am. Look, Sarah--

James, what Tony doesn't know
won't hurt him.

Uh, Lizzie Vereker for the screen test.

- Please take a seat.
- Thank you.

Deirdre,
Mrs Vereker's in reception for you.

Mrs Vereker, ready for your TV debut?

Uh, not really, Deirdre,
but do I look okay?

I'm sure wardrobe can do something.

This way.

James is in here.

Do you want to say hello first?

Mmm.

James.

Sarah.

Let's get you to wardrobe.

All right. Lights on birdie.

Here we go, people.

Camera's set.

One, you're on the single, yeah?

John, got two shots. Lovely. Right.

Can we have the set,
please, ladies?

Big, red bus. Big, red bus in the morning.

Red light!

- Stand by.
- Ready?

- Roll camera.
- You're gonna be marvellous.

Oh, better to hold hands.

Looks more married.

- On in five, four, three...
- James.

One sec.

Welcome to How To Stay Married.

A new weekly series where we explore
how couples last the course.

"And share..."

"And share our secret recipe

- for long-term love."
- Mmm.

I'm Lizzie Vereker,
a romantic novelist and mother of two.

And you need no introduction
to me, James Vereker.

- We've been married for seven--
- What do you think?

Mmm.

Lizzie needs work, but she'll get there.

And it makes him much less plastic,
like a real marriage.

And we'll be your hosts
for How to Stay Married.

It's a great concept.

The show or marriage?

Both.

And now, moving on to
a member of your own party, Mr Stratton.

Someone that everyone seems
to be talking about at the moment.

Ah.

Showjumper, member of parliament
and now television producer.

What next? Joan Collins's husband?

The Minister for Sport
certainly gets around, doesn't he?

Indeed, he does.

And I think I can speak
for the entire Tory party

when I say that ministers
should focus on what voters need.

Not cooking up alternatives
to Grange Hill.

So, could Mr Campbell-Black

be gambling his political career
with this franchise bid?

- Oh, I couldn't possibly--
- For God's sake, shut him up.

Oh, but su--

Turn off here.

Where are we going?

Come on, good girl. Good girl.

And Rupert and Belgravia
sail over the water and turn.

Snakepit stampedes the course,

as if the jumps didn't exist.
A heroic effort.

- Thirty seconds faster--
- Keep it tight. Keep it going.

There's... Now, keep it together.
Just me and you. Okay.

Rupert Campbell-Black
and Rocky have won gold!

Yeah! Well done, boy!

Good boy, Rocky! [chuckling] Good boy!

And it's Olympic Gold for Great Britain.

Rupert Campbell-Black has done it,
despite his dislocated shoulder.

There will never be a victory
quite like this.

You all right, Minister?

What's happened?

Has someone died or...

Only myself.

Come on. Let's go.

Right. Next stop:
Cotchester Rugby Club.

Follow the road for three miles,
then take the second left.

You'll see the pub on the corner.

Taggie, what are you doing here?

I've come to talk
about sport on television.

To this lot? They're a bit rowdy.

- Yeah. But they're on my list. So--
- Right. Okay.

Come on, then.

Right, shut up, you meatheads.

This young lady has come
to talk to you about television.

All right, my lover!

Off you go.

Good afternoon.

Get your tits out!

I'd like to talk to you
about Rutshire's sporting prowess.

I'll give you prowess, love!

Listen to the lady.

S-- Venturer television...

Can't hear you!

...is pitching for its Central South West
ITV franchise in the area.

And we'd like your support
on our campaign.

We're really interested in rugby
at all levels,

and we'd like to promote
competitive sports in...

...future.

You better go, Taggie, love.

Before they turn feral.

I'll just leave this here.

Take the first left
off of the village green,

and carry on straight down
that road for about two miles.

Turn left at the fork in the road
and follow the signs...

What fork in the road?
There isn't a fork in the road.

Fuck's sake.

Shit!

Shit.

Unlock the door.

You okay?

- You okay?
- I'm fine.

It's a blind corner.
Sydney didn't see you.

Are you hurt?

- No.
- Sure?

- She need an ambulance?
- No. No.

- I'm okay. I-I'm okay. I'm fine.
- Take a breath.

Take a breath.

I better drive her home. I'm...

I'll see you tomorrow, Gerald.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

... road. You'll next
be looking out for the post office,

which should be in around--

Is that you?

Um, yeah, I'm terrible at directions.

You've not been travelling around
on your own?

Oh, I-I don't mind.
We've got so much ground to cover.

But, um, yeah, no,
today was hard.

You're very quiet.

Too much to think about.

You worried about the franchise?

No.

God, no. [clears throat] Not at all.

No, worrying is for losers.

Thanks for driving me back.

Least I could do after
nearly running you off the road.

- Well--
- Um--

The PM's announcing the election tomorrow.

When she does, I'll be canvassing
all over the area.

Why don't you come with me?

Paddle the Venturer canoe.

Better than slogging around on your own.

We can even use the Tory loudspeaker
to plug Venturer

- when no one from the party's listening.
- Is that allowed?

We'll make it allowed.

Thank you. Thanks.

Um, how are you gonna get back?

Um...

I'll walk.

It's--

Gorgeous evening.

- Okay, well, let's just--
- Yeah, yeah.

There you go.

Okay.

Um, don't worry about the bid.

You're a winner.
You'll work out what to do.

What the hell are you doing here?

Five minutes, please. Then I'll go.

Five minutes
and then I'm calling the police.

Look, I should never
have taken your application.

It was a dirty trick to play.

I can't take back what I did,

but I can give you
our application in return.

Comes with an offer,
controller of programmes.

Carte blanche to make any show you want.

Wow.

You can't afford me.

Yes, we can.

But we can also offer you something
more than money.

Stay with Tony
and you will never be a true partner.

With us, you can be a founder,

have an empire of your own.

Read our application, sleep on it,
do whatever you need to do,

but we are deadly serious.

We want you.

You know,
I could hand that straight to Tony.

It's a huge risk you're taking.

You're worth the risk.

There's a meeting at Penscombe,
3:00 on Sunday.

If you like what we have to offer,
come along.

I...

I think that was less than five minutes.

Hello.

Freddie, it's Lizzie.

Oh.

- Hello.
- Get out of the way.

I was just thinking about you.

Really?

Yes.

If that's not too forward.

Not forward at all.

I was calling to see if you'd still like
to take me for lunch one day.

- Oh.
- The orange tropical one.

Yes. That one. Yeah, put it over there.

- Sharon, what are you doing?
- Yes.

Yes, absolutely.

- But only if you're sure.
- I am.

And maybe book somewhere with rooms?

Okay.

Put them down.

You can't just--

Cameron.

In here.

It's Sunday. Are you okay?

I needed to see you.

Open it.

If we win the franchise,
I'll turn that into an engagement ring.

Okay. You just commissioned
a show called How To Stay Married.

As you said, it's a great
concept with the right person.

I never want to lose you.

So, when we win,
I say we make it official and get married.

What do you think?

Rupert, we need to start.

- Good to see you.
- You too.

Uh... [stammers] ...I'm expected
at the Mothers for Christ tea at 5:00.

Right.

Well, I've got good news and,
uh, other news.

Uh, I put Penscombe up as collateral,
secured a £7 million loan.

So, added to your stakes, should we win,
we're covered for our first two years.

- Oh, wow.
- Bloody brilliant!

But you...
you put your house up as collateral?

I'm all in.

- Christ.
- And the other news?

I offered Cameron Cook
controller of programmes.

I say, i-is that the Black woman?

Shh. Inappropriate.

You've gone mad, Rupert.

And I gave her our application,
so she can see what's on offer.

I'm sorry. You did what?

- Why would you do that?
- What the fuck?

What did she say?

She didn't.

Um, but I told her if she was in,
to be here at three o'clock.

- F--
- It's nearly half past.

I wanted to secure the win.

You hadn't found a controller of
programmes. She's Tony's only trump card.

So you thought you'd just
give her all the other cards too?

She gives our application to Tony,
and he will sabotage all our plans.

She won't do that. She's fucking amazing.

- We need her.
- You do, you mean.

- On her back.
- Fuck off, Bas.

I joined this consortium
to get away from bullies like her.

Now, I have to put up
with her when we win.

Fortunately, no,

because that treacherous bitch
clearly isn't coming.

That's where you're wrong, Declan.

The treacherous bitch is here,
and she's come to join your side.

You absolute beauty.

Your creative vision
for Venturer is dazzling.

- Look, I'm totally won over.
- Sorry, Bas.

But I can make
that vision a reality.

You expect me to trust you?

You'll be taking a risk.

But you've seen how far I'll go
for something I believe in.

Surely it's a risk worth taking.

To Venturer's new
controller of programmes.

Cameron Cook.

- Cheers.
- Cameron Cook.

- To Cameron Cook.
- Cameron Cook!

Fucking stupid.

Right, let's get Cameron
up to speed, shall we? So...

You okay?

Declan will have his fucking franchise.

What will I have?

Hey.

Shh. Mmm?

Come on.

So, shall I see you later?

Finalise the finer points
of our relationship?

Sounds perfect.

Do you really think you can trust her?

I don't know.

What's his name?

- Well, I thought Siegfried.
- No, no.

Siegfried it is.

- Oh, hello.
- Mmm.

Oh, give me five minutes.

We need to up our surveillance.

We've tapped all the internal phones,
and we're opening their post.

I was thinking more personal surveillance.

On everyone?

Absolutely. Everyone.

Siegfried. Siegfried.
Come on, lad.

There's a good boy.