[♪ "Addicted to Love" playing]
[both moaning, grunting]
[panting]
[passengers chattering]
- [intercom beeps] - [captain] This is your captain speaking,
keep your eyes on the board. We're about to go supersonic.
[passengers] Ninety-seven, 98...
[moaning, grunting continues]
[passengers] Ninety-nine!
[panting, moaning]
- [passengers cheering] - [moaning]
[moaning continues]
[passengers cheering]
[sighs, moans]
Did we break the sound barrier?
Sorry, Mr Campbell-Black. I didn't know it was you in there.
[music continues]
[music fades]
[sighs]
Enjoying your flight, Rupert?
[Rupert] Tony Baddingham.
Do you know Beattie Johnson from the Scorpion?
Oh, no, but I hear great things.
Did the prime minister give you permission
to fuck a journalist in the onboard toilet?
Loo, Tony. Don't be plebeian.
- [chuckles] - Beattie's ghosting my memoirs,
and I always believe in laying one's ghost.
Oh, Beattie. What's your angle?
Champion showjumper put out to pasture?
Now a powerless backbench politician, casting around for his next hobby?
Never quite achieving the success he once had.
[inhales sharply] What were you doing in New York?
Whoring yourself around advertisers?
You know, if you don't start spending some of that fortune you're coining
on making decent television, you're gonna lose your business.
Very much in hand. Just recruited a hot shit young producer.
Who?
Hmm. Cameron Cook.
- [snickers] Never heard of him. - [Beattie chuckles]
You will.
Desperate to work for Corinium. Bit my hand off, in fact.
Hope it didn't bleed on your nice suit.
- [sighs] - [Beattie chuckles]
Wake me when we hit Mach 2.
[♪ opera music playing]
Drug use, pornography, easier divorce, rampant homosexuality.
Recent studies have shown
that HIV isn't exclusively a homosexual disease, Deputy Prime Minister.
Oh, but loveless rutting.
The promiscuous encounters that characterise a Saturday night in Soho.
Those are the preconditions for this virus which threatens--
The precondition, Deputy Prime Minister,
is the Victorian conservatism of the Tory government,
which is narrow-minded, hypocritical and, quite frankly, cruel.
- Okay. And cut there. Thank you. - We're in the proc--
- Ready to go again. - He can say gay sex is loveless rutting,
but I can't make a small comment about the government?
BBC editorial policy, Declan.
Sorry, Deputy Prime Minister.
- We're going again. - Yeah.
[producer] Cue Declan.
[stage bell rings]
Mr Stratton, yourself and Mrs Stratton have been married, what, 15 years?
Fifteen in April. Yeah.
Three children, a wife, a mistress and an all-consuming job.
It must be difficult to juggle everything.
- What? - Uh, though your wife, Winifred,
has been staying at her family's Pimlico apartment,
which must have made it easier for you to spend time with your, uh,
29-year-old secretary, Miss Sarah Price,
who proudly told our researchers that you have the girth and stamina
to compete with any championship racehorse.
Is that a fair comment to make, sir?
I, uh-- Well-- The--
Cut. Cut.
I would look to your own glass house, Deputy Prime Minister,
before you start throwing rocks at others'.
[producer] Declan, if we could just do another take without the slander.
Fuck off, Alistair.
[♪ opera music playing]
Fucking prick.
[mutters] ...fucking... [mutters] ...bullshit.
[inhales sharply] Fucking... [muttering]
Fuck. [breathes shakily]
[lighter flicks]
[sighs]
[inhales deeply] Don't know whose bloomers are in more of a twist tonight,
- Auntie's or the prime minister's. - [sighs]
We both know the BBC won't show tonight's episode.
I've said it before, Lord Baddingham. I'm happy here.
And I'm not interested in commercial television.
[phone ringing]
[Tony] Oh.
Director general calling to say you've been a naughty boy?
[ringing continues]
I'm offering you freedom.
I saw your interview with Reagan. I bet they hacked out some corkers.
We'd put you out live.
- Live? - Complete editorial control.
Skewer the bastards on air.
It's halfway around the world before anyone's got a chance to complain.
Satellite's coming. We're going global.
It's exciting.
You're stuck here with a load of librarians
when you could be an astronaut.
I'd have to persuade Maud.
Massive house in the country? She'd love it.
What's a Wicklow man like you doing in Fulham, dodging litter and dog shit?
Come to the Cotswolds.
Even I have to wince sometimes at how fucking pretty the place is.
[scribbling]
- Little signing bonus. - Ugh.
[Tony] Declan, come on. You're being paid peanuts
to give bloodless interviews with one hand tied behind your back.
It's the golden age of television.
You're missing the game.
[♪ "Gimme All Your Lovin'" playing]
[chattering]
Oh. Daddy's home.
[music continues]
Hi, Daddy.
Hello, darling. How was your day?
Extremely successful.
Sorry I landed on your game.
Yes, we do have other lawns.
[music ends]
[laughs]
[passenger snoring]
[snoring continues]
[Declan] Here we are, girls. The Priory.
Caitlin, we're here.
- What? - [sibling] We're here. We're here.
Look. We're here.
[Caitlin] Oh, my God.
[both exclaim]
Exciting things are gonna happen to us in a place like this.
Amazing. [squeals]
Race you to the top.
- Bagsy best room. - [sibling] Absolutely not.
Prettiest prison I ever saw.
[sighs]
[♪ "Wham Rap! (Enjoy What You Do?)" playing on radio]
[Caitlin] Jehovah's Witness.
- Oh, fuck. She's seen us. - [sibling] Oh, shit.
- Oh, you'll have to go down. - What? Why me?
- I'm a lookout. For him. - What? [groans] God.
- [reporter on radio] Soviet officials... - [doorbell ringing]
...have announced that 79 bodies have been recovered
and nearly 320 people are missing...
- Door! - [ringing continues]
[reporter on radio] ...after a Soviet cruise ship sank in the Black Sea on Sunday.
Door!
- [visitor] Hello. - [barking]
- I just wanted to welcome you to-- Oh. - Down, Gertrude. Sorry.
- Oh, no. No, thank you. - [Caitlin] Hmm.
Uh, we're not on the best of terms with Jehovah in this house.
Taggie, just shut the door.
Oh, it's not mine. I found it on the lawn.
- New English? - Um...
- Is it the New English Bible? - Ye-Yes.
Daddy says it's a literary abomination. He must've thrown it out the window.
[chuckles, stammers] I'm Lizzie. I-I live down the valley.
I brought you a bottle and some eggs.
We'll open this now.
[chuckles] Okay.
- [Taggie sighs] Come on in. - [Lizzie chuckles]
[Maud] We haven't found the wineglasses yet.
What time is the second post here?
Oh, there isn't a second post.
[Maud] Hmm. Taggie lost her virginity this summer
to one of our son Patrick's university friends.
He's in the south of France right now
- and not writing many postcards. - Mummy.
Aw, it must be so lonely for Rupert now he's not showjumping.
And the only thing that persuaded Caitlin to leave all her friends in London
was the thought of living opposite Rupert Campbell-Black.
I want him to ravish me.
He's a middle-aged MP, Caitlin.
Well, I'm so cross.
I'm off to boarding school and won't get first crack at him.
He's bound to fall for Taggie or even Mummy.
How well do you know him?
Oh, I-I-I'm not sure anyone really knows Rupert, but we're friends.
So not carnally then?
I'm one of the few women around here who hasn't been ravished by Rupert.
Is your husband fiercely protective?
[mutters]
Oh, that's my novel.
I wrote it. Have you read it?
Oh, no. Taggie doesn't read. Uh, she's dyslexic.
For a long time, we thought she was retarded.
Oh, He Took What He Wanted. I loved this.
- Talk about getting ravished. - [chuckles]
Isn't there a very naughty bit with some dock leaves?
Oh. [chuckles]
Oh.
Yeah, the photo's quite old.
Have you got another one coming out?
Well, what with the children and my husband,
I don't find much time to write nowadays.
Tag, I need a shirt and some fucking socks.
[clicks tongue] Oh.
- Daddy, that's Lizzie. - I-I-I live just down the valley.
- She writes dirty books. - Nice to meet you.
- You're wearing my socks. - They're warmer than tights.
- Sorry, still unpacking. - Thanks, love.
How easy is it to find help around here?
We are not forking out for a cleaner.
Well, stealing a woman's help around here is worse than stealing her husband.
What if you stole both?
[Lizzie chuckles]
That's grand, Tag.
Right, I am going to buy 30 pairs of socks in such a disgusting colour
that none of you will ever pinch them again.
- Nice to meet you, Lizzie. - Yeah.
- Good luck, Daddy. - [Caitlin] Give 'em hell!
- [Declan] Yeah. - All right, let's get smashed!
[exhales sharply] Welcome to Rutshire. [chuckles]
[♪ "You Can Call Me Al" playing]
[Caitlin] Ooh. Whoo!
[sheep bleating]
[music continues]
[♪ singing "You Can Call Me Al"]
[humming]
[singing continues]
[humming]
[music stops]
[grunts]
Declan, hi.
- Yeah. - [reporter 1] There he is!
- That's him! - [reporter 2] It's Declan!
[scoffs] Okay.
- What the fuck? - [reporters shouting] Declan!
[reporters clamouring]
Just a man of the people.
Don't be jealous, James. At least he won't steal your sunbed.
He's tall, isn't he?
Standing next to a very short car.
I saw him in Penscombe.
- I think he looks older in the flesh. - Thank you, Deirdre.
- [employee 1] Who's producing him? - [employee 2] Cameron.
But it's factual, not drama. And why does Cameron get all the good stuff?
I really can't think.
[clamouring continues]
Declan, how much are they paying you?
Why'd you leave the BBC, Declan?
- [photographer] Give us a smile. - All right. Thanks, lads. That's your lot.
- Get me the fuck out of here. - This way.
You've put the Paddy among the pigeons, haven't you?
Who says no Blacks, no Irish?
I'm a one-man equal opportunities revolution, Ginger.
[chuckles]
- [employees chattering] - [sighs]
I am a journalist, not a celebrity. I ask the questions.
- [performer 1] It's Declan O'Hara. - [performer 2 gasps]
Where the fuck is this Cameron guy I'm supposed to report to?
- [elevator bell dings] - I mean, Jesus,
you don't just ambush someone.
I'm a serious fucking journalist.
I don't discuss my career with the Scorpion.
Shitshow.
[♪ opera music playing]
Come in.
Where is he?
Take a seat, Declan.
- What, you're-- - Cameron Cook. [chuckles]
You were expecting a man, possibly queer,
which you would have endured
but certainly not a woman and God forbid, a Black one.
I thought you were a publicity girl.
No, I'm a "producer-y" woman.
Listen, I'm not--
Prejudice? Of course not. You're an asshole to everyone.
This isn't gonna work, Tony.
It's not a chat show. It's a serious programme.
I wanna produce a serious programme too, but there are ways
- of drawing the audience in first. - Cuddling up on a sofa with cushions?
You've seen the set design then?
I know my audience, Tony. A fucking sofa?
You might listen to Cameron.
- NBC howled when I poached her. - [Declan groans]
Do you know Charles Fairburn, Controller of Programmes?
- Oh. [sighs] - Declan.
We knew each other at the Beeb.
Hey, you look, um--
Fatter. I don't miss the canteen at the BBC, darling.
And Ginger Baines, Head of Operations.
[breathes deeply]
I'm sorry, Tony. I produce myself.
I've got Johnny Friedlander flying over for your first interview.
Johnny Friedlander the film star?
No, Johnny Friedlander my dentist.
I don't interview actors.
Friedlander doesn't give interviews. Not since the sex tape.
- They're saying he could be the next Bond. - They'll have trouble replacing Roger.
I've been speaking to Jackie Kennedy.
[chuckles] She'll just blabber on about her old, boring publishing job.
[Declan] No, she wants to talk about life as a single American woman, actually.
Hmm, you could learn something, Cameron.
Look, you two lock horns if it turns you on,
but don't forget I hired you both because you can get ratings.
So let's pull together and get them, yes?
The BBC have put Top of the Pops against us in the schedule.
So you need to be more popular than Jimmy Savile.
Johnny Friedlander is a global megastar,
and he hasn't given an interview in five years.
People will watch this.
Book Jackie for the next one.
[clicks tongue] Okay, fine.
But I do my own research.
And no fucking sofa.
[door slams]
Give him whatever fucking furniture he wants, all right?
- We all know it's not about the sofa. - [Cameron] I don't need this shit, Tony.
You brought me here to produce drama. Not a chat show.
I brought you here to be the cleverest person in the building
and terrify the rest of them into pulling their socks up.
So far so good. You're a lion in a petting zoo.
But we need big game like Declan
to convince the IBA to renew our contract.
We lose the franchise, there won't be any drama to produce.
You'll be on the next boat back.
[snickers]
I didn't come here on a boat.
Forgive me. Semantics.
I flew here on fucking Concorde.
I paid for the ticket.
Worth every penny.
[sighs]
[birds chirping]
[Lizzie chuckles]
- It's gorgeous. - Yes.
[stammers] There are badger setts up at the top there.
And in spring, the bluebells flame between the beech trees
like little Bunsen burners.
[Taggie sighs]
Sorry, I sound like an estate agent.
Oh... [stammers] ...I just can't believe this is all ours.
Well, only to the bottom of the wood,
and then Rupert will have you for trespassing. [sighs]
Oh, thank you for walking me back.
I'm really quite pissed.
Hmm.
Looks like Rupert's back home. Caitlin will be scaling the wall.
[groans] Caitlin's all talk.
She's sworn off marriage until she's at least 35.
Got too much to do, she says.
[chuckles] And you?
With parents like yours, you must have big plans.
- Oh. I'd like to be a cook... - Oh.
...but following recipes and writing things down--
I, um, don't know what to do with myself really.
How old are you? Nineteen?
Twenty.
Your whole life ahead of you.
- It's 1986. - [laughs]
You can have whatever you want...
[Taggie laughs]
...so Cosmo tells us. [chuckles]
- [children clamouring, shouting] - [Lizzie] Hmm.
- [inhales sharply] Back into battle. - [child 1] Ellie, I'm gonna get you.
- How many children do you have? - Two.
- Three, counting my husband. - [chuckles]
He works for Corinium too.
- Oh, you didn't say. - [Ellie] Go away, Sebastian!
I talk about my husband as little as possible.
- He does enough of that himself. - [chuckles]
- [Ellie screaming] Oh. - [Sebastian] I'm gonna get you.
[Ellie screaming]
[Lizzie sighs]
[Sebastian] I'm gonna get you!
[Ellie] You can't catch me.
[Lizzie] Hello.
What's going on?
[Gertrude barking]
[cow mooing]
[horse whinnies]
Oh, my God. There's a fire.
Uh, there's a fire! Oh.
[barking continues]
Oh, come on.
[grunts]
Fire!
[laughing in distance]
[person squeals] I can't hit a bloody thing.
- [chattering] - Fire! There's a fire!
[Rupert] Tit fault. Your tits were at least six inches over the line.
[person] Well, cock fault then. You're at least ten inches over the line.
[Rupert chuckles]
[Taggie gasps, sighs]
- [stammers] Um... - [screams]
- Don't be shy, darling. - [gasps]
Your fields are on fire.
[squeals]
And? It's the quickest way to get rid of the stubble after the harvest.
Could you, um-- [breathing heavily]
So, you set fire to them on purpose?
Sorry,
who the fuck are you, and why are you here?
What about the animals? The rabbits and voles and birds--
Yes, and the lovely ickle earwigs.
Should I stop ploughing my fields 'cause it's cruel to woodlice?
You're murdering them.
Do you want me to give them a state funeral?
- [siren wailing] - [stammers]
What the hell? [sighs]
Uh, I called the fire brigade.
[sighs]
Get off my land before I call the police as well...
- [barks] - ...and take that brute back to its pigsty.
You are utterly ab--
[stammering] Ooh.
- Ab-- - Abhorrent! [stammers]
[panting]
[♪ "Missionary Man" playing]
[Charles laughs]
Gentlemen, you ordered a full-bodied Argentinian?
And the wine, Basil.
[Basil] Yes. Have you tried this one before? It's very, very nice.
I'm assuming we're on expenses.
Bas enjoys helping me spend Corinium money.
I do. [grunts, sniffing] Oh, wonderful.
Now, I must say, I loved your coverage of the royal wedding, Charles.
Thank you, Bas. Andrew and Fergie are a modern-day fairy tale.
Well, you know what they say about redheads.
- Enjoy, chaps. - [Charles chuckles]
That's Tony's brother?
Half-brother.
He got the good half.
The mother had a scandalous fling with an Argentinian polo player.
Basil was the result.
Bas was always the favourite with Daddy, despite his dubious origins,
and poor Tony just never managed to catch up.
Does he hold a grudge?
Tony? Darling, he cultivates them like rare orchids.
Artists. Tony cultivates artists.
You're in safe hands.
We're-- We're-- We're so lucky to have such a strong leader at the helm.
Hello, Archie.
I'll have the liver and marmalade, and a radicchio salad.
- And for you, sir? - Steak. Still mooing.
[laughing]
[whispering] Tony's son.
Working here for the summer holidays, teaching his children the value of money.
And tell me, is Cameron Cook as big a bitch as she seems?
She is a genius.
So, we ripped up the treatment,
aged all the characters down ten years and gave them some desire.
The men were all dickless, so I said to Tony,
"Our audience wants to fantasise about being banged over the sink
while doing the dishes."
And Four Men Went To Mow is now the top-rated network drama of the year.
[Cameron] Looking good, boys.
I smell like Sunday lunch.
You look delicious.
Everybody, this is Lady Gosling,
chairwoman of the Independent Broadcasting Authority.
Best behaviour, everyone.
[Cameron] And this is the Declan set.
[Lady Gosling] Yes, very impressive. You're rather impressive, aren't you?
Where did Tony find you?
New York.
[gasps] August 26, 1970,
I marched with Gloria Steinem on the Women's Strike for Equality.
My mom was on that march.
[laughs]
-"Don't iron while the strike is hot." - Hmm.
I think you'll be pleased with the efforts we've made to address your concerns.
[American accent] I am not your Barbie doll. [chuckling]
And Declan O'Hara's presence on the Corinium team,
it just nudges that political dial leftwards.
And the board? [sighs]
If you want to hang on to your franchise, then Corinium's board needs strengthening.
Well--
Have you thought of Rupert Campbell-Black?
Rupert's presence would give you legitimacy, Anthony.
I don't like taking people's franchises away,
but Rupert would give Corinium real sparkle.
I want to be convinced that I'm backing the right horse.
Tell me more about your mother.
- My mom was into politics. - Really?
All about female pow--
I mean, they don't tell you when you leave the BBC...
Yes, there's a lot more money in independent television...
[sniffs] ...but you're going up against 14 other regional companies just like you.
And then there's franchise renewal.
But that's what, once every five years, is it?
Yeah, but the anxiety is constant because some other company can just waltz in
and take your franchise away.
We may not have had biscuits at the BBC, but all we had to do was make television.
- Do you think I made the wrong move? - Oh, no.
Granada have Coronation Street, LWT has Blind Date,
- Corinium now has you. - Hmm.
You're the golden goose, darling.
Sit back and let Tony fucking fatten you up.
The foie gras is divine here, by the way.
[gasps, belches]
[sighs]
[birds chirping]
[♪ "Oh L'Amour" playing]
[sighs]
Ugh. [mutters]
I wish I was coming too.
I've only been invited so I can drive Mummy and Daddy home when they're drunk.
You've already met Rupert. It's not fair.
You saw his willy.
He's vile.
Oh, that journalist is so lucky to be shagging him.
- What are you looking for? - [Taggie groans] The bright-blue mini.
Do you think it's gonna happen again?
[Taggie] What?
Mummy.
Now we're here, I quite want to stay.
[Maud] Taggie? [breathes heavily]
Oh, let's go.
[sighs]
What?
You're wearing Taggie's dress.
Uh, I wore this to Bono's Christmas party.
- It was mine then too. - Oh, you're so touchy these days.
Look, we are going to go and meet the most wonderful people this afternoon.
I'm excited. [sighs]
Leaving London's going to be good for her and Daddy, isn't it?
It will be.
It'll be okay. I promise. [chuckles]
[exhales sharply]
[partygoers chattering]
[♪ singing "Montego Bay"]
[singing continues]
[Tony] Well done, darling. Great turnout again, I must say.
Yes, I've told them to up the proportion of orange juice in the Buck's Fizz.
I don't want everyone plastered like last year.
No.
So, which one is it you want for your board?
Is it the electronics millionaire chap?
Freddie Jones. He's over there with the tash.
I'll get him onto satellite technology.
You can ask her if she's made any friends in the area yet.
She's opened a boutique in Cotchester,
so you should offer to pop in and buy something.
Hmm. Is Miss Cook coming?
Couldn't drag her away from the studio.
Declan goes live in a matter of days.
And here's our star.
[exclaims]
You're even more beautiful in the flesh, Mrs O'Hara.
- [Maud sighs] Thank you. - Declan.
- Tony. - [spouse] We're so glad you're here.
Everyone's dying to meet some new people.
We're all very bored of each other. [chuckles]
The Maud O'Hara. My favourite actress.
Bas, the better Baddingham.
[Maud, chuckling] If you say so.
So pleased you could make it, Basil.
Declan, let me show you off to some board members.
Why don't we get you a drink?
You were wonderful as Lady Macbeth.
- [Maud] Oh. [chuckles] - Come.
[crew 1] Yep. Oh.
[chattering]
Not going to Lord B's party?
Hmm, I turned Tony down. Not my kind of crowd.
Is that the only reason?
What other reason would there be?
I want your opinion.
I'm not paid to have opinions.
Mm-hmm.
Now, I agreed to ditch the sofa, but why a desk?
He's-- [sighs] He's not a news anchor.
Perhaps he wants to hide behind it.
Huh.
It's not because he hasn't got good legs. I've looked.
[chuckles]
Steve, move the desk off the set for a minute.
- Declan asked for the desk. - Yeah, I wanna see it without the desk.
It's just, we built the desk--
Not telling you to burn the damn thing.
I'm telling you to move it so I can see the set. Can you do that?
All right. Keep your wig on.
- [chuckling] - [Cameron] That's funny.
You know what isn't funny?
Looking for another fucking job.
Mmm.
[sighs] It's better. See? It's better.
[chuckles]
- [chattering, laughing] - [partygoer 1] There they are.
Well, Rupert's arrived.
Really?
That's Gerald. Rupert's aide.
We go way back. [chuckles]
Where's your gorgeous lord and master?
- He's not here? Damn it. - No.
I have a pile of papers for him to sign and I can only pin him down at parties.
You can pin me down later if you like.
- [whispering] Stop it. - [chuckling]
- [sighs] Vol-au-vent? - [Lizzie] Thank you.
- [Basil chuckles] - Actually, I think I might just, uh...
[James] Li-- [sighs]
[clears throat] Lizzie. Lizzie!
Um, I-- I think that man wants you.
He doesn't want me. That's my husband.
Thank you.
[Tony clears throat]
[Tony] Thank you, darling.
- Feel like I should be reading the news. - [chuckles]
Fortunately, we have the wonderful James Vereker to do that instead.
Oh. [chuckles] Thank you. Thank you.
Um, now I-- Don't worry, I won't keep you from your lunch.
Uh, but I'm very glad to have you all here
to celebrate Corinium's newest star with me.
- Ladies and Gentlemen, Declan O'Hara. - [breathes deeply]
[partygoers cheering]
[Declan] Cheers.
Declan joins Corinium, of course, on the crest of a wave.
Uh, wonderful ratings for our prestige drama, Four Men Went To Mow.
Who knew arable farming could be so sexy?
[all laughing]
Uh, and with revenue from our sales to America,
we are confident that this is going to be our most successful autumn ever.
[partygoers] Hear. Hear.
[Rupert] ...then jumped over six full-grown men. [chuckles]
[both laughing]
[partygoers murmuring]
[smacks lips]
Oh, my God. It's him. [gasps]
So sorry. Sorry. Didn't mean to steal your thunder.
No fire engines with you today?
[partygoers laughing]
[laughs, inhales sharply]
Um, please, uh... [clears throat] ...go on with your speech.
- Oh, hello, darling. - Hello.
Um, but Declan, you are undoubtedly the jewel in the Corinium crown.
And I know everyone here joins me in welcoming you, your wife, Maud,
and your daughter, Agatha, to our Cotchester family.
Declan O'Hara, Ladies and Gentlemen.
[partygoers cheering, clamouring]
[breathes shakily]
- [spouse] Lunch, everybody. Lunch. - Drink?
[Tony] Thank you, darling.
[partygoers chattering]
[♪ singing "Karma Chameleon"]
[Lizzie] Mmm. Look at all this gorgeous food.
[singing continues]
People are always saying, "You should write a book, Mrs Jones.
You've led such a fascinating life." [chuckles]
How funny.
People are always telling me I should open a shop.
Oh. [chuckles]
Uh, so where have you moved to?
Wychey, Green Lawns.
It's a lovely house, now we've added the extension and double-glazed
over those draughty old windows. [laughs]
Those Victorians must have worn a lot of jumpers. [chuckles]
- Oh. [laughs] Very good. - [chuckles]
But the only house I know round there is Bottom Hollow Court.
Green Lawns sounded so much prettier.
Especially now we've, uh, landscaped the garden.
No tatties, Fred-Fred.
[James, Freddie chuckling]
Lord Baddingham is wooing my Fred-Fred for his board.
Oh.
I'm encouraging him to get more cultured.
We could do with a few more caring wives at Corinium, Mrs Jones.
- [chuckling] Oh. Please, call me Mousie. - [chuckles]
- All of my friends do. - [James chuckles]
Shall we go and find somewhere to perch?
- Let's, Mousie. - [Mousie chuckles]
Do move on to something soft, darling. We don't want the hunt ball again.
Mmm.
[Mousie] I do so enjoy your Cotswold Round-Up.
My husband tells me you're one of the most powerful men in England.
[laughs]
Yeah, I suppose I am.
Then I expect you're allowed a few potatoes.
- [Freddie] One potato, two potato, three. - [chuckles]
- [sighs] Shall we find more booze? - [chuckles] Mmm.
Hello, Declan.
[Basil] I'll see you later.
[sighs, clears throat]
We were all so surprised when you left the BBC for Corinium.
- Mm-hmm. - Do you miss your integrity,
or do you feel lighter without it?
What was it the Private Eye called you?
The first not-quite-a-lady of Fleet Street, was it?
[Beattie scoffs]
[clears throat]
Tag, have you seen your mother around?
[Taggie] No, I haven't.
I've met a few athletes in my time. They always get what they want.
And what do we want?
To win.
[smacks lips] Well, sadly, I'm not showjumping anymore.
Well, you're still athletic.
You're certainly too disturbing to be living across the valley.
[both laughing]
[sighs, inhales deeply]
- Ah. There you are. - [smacks lips] Finally.
Shergar himself.
Mr Campbell-Black, getting to know the neighbours?
Huh.
Taggie, have you met Rupert?
No. Think I'd remember.
Ugh, Agatha. It's my daughter.
Uh, Taggie.
I hear you did a hatchet job on Paul Stratton.
- That I'd have loved to see. - Mmm.
Shall we make a dent in Tony's whisky collection?
[smacks lips] Why not?
[sighs]
[♪ "Das Rheingold" playing]
- [Tony] Are you hiding again? - [door closes]
Oh, they're just at the end of "Das Rheingold."
I need you out there with me.
Bloody Rupert. I want to get this over with.
Oh, come here.
[groans]
[inhales deeply]
I can't believe I'm going to him for legitimacy.
All he did for his status was be born into it.
It's just social currency, darling. It's the way the world works.
Public school wanker.
Well, shall we send Archie to a comprehensive and save on the school fees?
Mmm. He'll only make you feel inferior if you give him permission.
Now, deep breath, shoulders back.
[inhales deeply]
Good boy. [kisses]
Working the weekend?
Oh, I hope Tony's paying you handsomely, Ginger.
- Come on, dogs. - [barking]
Took some digging, but I found these.
I think you'll enjoy them.
It's a little Declan O'Hara insurance.
Oh.
[breathes heavily]
Mm-hmm.
[Declan sighs]
[Declan exhales deeply]
"Peaceful is the country that is strongly armed."
[Rupert] Hmm. [sighs]
Baddingham family motto.
Circa 1972.
[sighs]
Lord Pop Pop, Tony's father,
made his millions in munitions during the war.
That's why Tony married Lady Monica of the Glen.
He had Daddy's cash, Mon-Mon had the house,
and, what Tony wants most of all, class.
And why are the English so obsessed with class and money?
Declan!
I was only asking Mr Campbell-Black a question, love.
Rupert, you've met Declan then.
Anyone want another drink?
Oh! [mutters] You've found one.
Hmm. [slurps, gulps]
It's decent Scotch. Did Monica choose it?
[laughs]
[Tony] Ignore us. Our families go back a long way.
Not that far. [sighs]
Listen, uh, can I have a word, Rupert, in private?
A business proposition.
Well, we're all friends here.
Nothing you could say to me that dear Maudie shouldn't hear.
[stammers] I am not drinking sherry with the wives while the men have all the fun.
No. You wanna be here when Tony asks me to be on his board.
Uh, uh, uh, uh-- Well, all right.
It's a lucrative game. I thought you'd want in.
It's so hard to take you seriously, Tony.
You just always sound like you're playing Monopoly.
[laughs]
The answer's no.
Lady Gosling thinks I can give you some class,
help you keep your franchise,
but I'm not using my family name so you can buy yourself a bigger helicopter.
[Rupert clears throat]
Uh, Tony, Paul Stratton's here.
- [Tony] Ah! - [laughs]
- Sorry we're late, everyone. [groans] - [chuckles]
Bit of trouble getting out of bed actually.
You know what newly-weds are like. [laughs]
- [both laugh] - [Rupert] Paul.
Mind yourself in those jeans. You bend over, your eyes will pop out.
And the new Mrs Stratton, now you are a very welcome upgrade.
- Well done, Paul. [laughs] - [laughs]
- Uh, do you know Declan O'Hara? - [Sarah] Oh, yes.
Yeah, you did us all a favour, actually, Mr O'Hara.
Good to get everything out in the open.
We're insanely happy.
Aren't we, Paul?
I'm a new man.
[chuckles]
Excuse me.
[breathes heavily]
This is so fucking stupid.
I heard about you catching Campbell-Black playing tennis in the noddy.
That's enough to upset anyone.
Who knows about that?
Well, the whole valley knows about the fire engines.
And I know who the mystery woman was now, don't I?
[clicking tongue]
[footsteps departing]
[♪ "Birdie Song" playing]
[♪ partygoers singing "birdie song"]
[laughing, whistling]
[singing continues]
[music continues]
You know you're dancing with the devil, don't you?
Says the man who works for Thatcher.
[scoffs]
Let's hope you've got rhythm. [sighs]
[rhythmic clapping]
[whispering, indistinct]
Oh, incoming.
[grunts]
- [partygoers gasping, murmuring] - [Beattie] You bastard!
You've been shagging Sarah Stratton too?
[Beattie grunts]
It was only tennis!
[partygoers chuckling]
[Sarah groans, stammers]
- [Paul panting] - [stammers]
[partygoers exclaiming, murmuring]
[chuckles]
[groaning]
[chuckles]
[grunts]
- Ow. [groans] - [gasps]
Fuck!
- Ow. - [stammers] Drop!
[Paul groans] Ouch!
- [chuckles] - [partygoers murmuring]
[engine revving]
Beattie, darling!
I'm going to ruin you.
[♪ opera music playing]
I'm so sorry.
[Rupert inhales deeply]
I wouldn't mind, but... [sighs] ...that's my car.
[chuckles]
- [Declan] So it's Rupert now, is it? - It was a conversation. I was conversing.
You were all over him.
Oh, what, now I can't even talk to a man without you assuming that I'm after him.
- [Declan] Oh, grow up. - [sighs] God.
I didn't ask to come here.
You're the one that took the cheque and just sold us all out.
Yeah, Maud. It's a horrible house and you live a terrible life.
What, and these are our people now? Oh, my God.
They're all horses and dogs, and houses and cars,
and who's got the longest fecking driveway.
I mean, God, the men are all desperate to ride anything,
as long as they're not married to it.
The wives, Jesus,
they haven't had an orgasm since... [stammers] ...Pony Club camp.
[chuckling] Oh, for fuck-- [laughs]
- [Maud breathing heavily] - [Declan inhales sharply]
That's not us, is it?
[breathes heavily]
Everyone was looking at you.
Huh. And did you like that?
Oh, God.
[Maud] How much? How much did you like that?
[Declan breathing heavily]
- Tell me. Yeah. - A lot. [breathing heavily]
- How much? - A lot.
[Maud breathing heavily]
[moaning, kissing]
- [door closes] - [Maud moans]
[birds chirping]
- [dogs barking] - Yeah. Hello. Come on.
Did you miss me?
[phone ringing]
[sighs]
[ringing continues]
Yes?
Yes, fine. [sighs]
No, it was, uh, a buffet table.
Of course. See you 9:00 a.m.?
You have a good evening, Prime Minister.
[sighs]
Come on, dogs.
- Daddy's in trouble again. - [barking]
[Declan, Maud moaning, grunting]
[groans, sighs]
[moaning, grunting continues]
- [Caitlin groans] - [Taggie sighs]
[♪ "Just Can't Get Enough" playing]
[sighs]
Mummy and Daddy are clearly back on track. Was Rupert there?
Yeah, I think so.
[typing]
[Lizzie] "As she gazed at the O'Caseys,
with their burnished bohemian beauty,
entering this world of unbridled passion, she worried."
[Declan, Maud moaning]
"Little did Diarmuid O'Casey know that he had brought his family into the wild."
[breathing shakily]
"Into a world of untameable beasts giving in to their basest needs.
Hungry for sex."
[moaning, panting]
"Hungry for status."
[panting]
"Hungry for love.
Hungry for power."
You know, Campbell-Black is finished after today.
[Lizzie] "Hungry for comfort."
Are you coming to bed?
You had better be stark bollock naked when I get through there.
[dogs barking]
Good dogs. Good dogs. Lie down.
[chuckles]
Mmm. "Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord."
- [growls] - [Cameron chuckles]
[Rupert groans]
[music continues]
[Lizzie] "Because as seductive as these predators might be,
- one should always beware of being eaten." - [moans, gasps]
[moaning]
[all moaning]
[moaning continues]
Bloody hell!
- [moaning] - [Tony] Oh, yes!
[music ends]
[footsteps approaching]
This is a surprise.
The prime minister wasn't thrilled about seeing her ministers' private lives
splashed all over the papers.
Paul Stratton's been shuffled to the backbenches.
Oh, dear. Have you lost your job?
[chuckles] No. Not at all. No.
No, Mrs Thatcher's given me a promotion.
I'm her new Minister for Sport, so thank you.
I couldn't have done it without you.
You had to come all this way to tell me that?
I want you to keep your grubby little nose out of my affairs.
Maggie will see through you soon enough, you overprivileged cunt.
You'll have to try harder than that if you wanna beat me, Lord Baddingham.
Game on.
[♪ opera music playing]