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.