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Are you here to pick a Prime
Minister? Or deal with your son?

Did you take care of that
situation with your mother?

Tell your father... I refuse.

I can't...

You're not aware of who
I was previously married to?

No money? No lies? What's left?

- The truth.
- Can she win?

She'd need all our support.

I took the story to Caden.

You know what he says?

It was a robbery gone wrong.

Don't tell me
what you think I want to hear.

You can't do it, can you?

Why do you make it so hard?

DOOR SLAMS SHUT

SHE PANTS

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

DOOR OPENS

I lost a daughter.

We lost our daughter.

Six months into the pregnancy.

I went in for a check-up,

and they couldn't find
her heartbeat.

My world fell apart.

And yours did, too.

But we continued

to host prime ministers and presidents.

I drank and took drugs for a time.

So I could still play
the part of your wife.

So I could stand by your side
and smile and joke...

when all I felt was grief.

To say that drink and drugs were
the reason that my little girl died...

it's a lie.

It's the worst lie that's
ever been told about me.

It was not the reason
our daughter died.

I was not the reason.

Now you know...

you tell them.

Please, you tell them right now.

How can we be sure?

God!

You'd do anything.

You'd say anything.

To use the loss of one child
to take another.

We go to court.

As for this... no.

I won't be blackmailed.

We'll fight in the open.

You'll say terrible things about me.

I understand. It's a fight.

So we will go to court,

where I will petition, as my son's
mother, who has only ever done

what's right for him, a boy who
I love very much, for full custody!

And I will throw everything
I have into this fight,

not because I am proud or
because I've been humiliated,

but because he's my son!

You want to fight
because you're a fighter.

And a devoted mother.

You can choose to lose well.

You can choose to lose badly.

But you cannot win.

You go to court, you will lose.

I know you don't
care about the money.

But any matter concerning Caden,
visitation rights,

is as generous as it
can possibly be.

And give you complete control
over our son's upbringing?

If you turn this down out of anger,
you'll be making a mistake,

for you and for Caden, because
all of this will come out.

It will be in every paper.

Not mine.

I'm not going to publish any of it.
But my enemies will.

Our son will watch us fight,

watch you lose.

He will hate me, yes,
but he'll hate you too.

And for what? For what?

So you can get some comfort out
of knowing that you weren't weak?

So that you can call yourself a fighter?

Ask your lawyer.

Take counsel.

Kathryn, I beg you.

Tell me...

were you planning for the end
from the beginning?

I almost admire you for it.

And am I being fired as your wife?
Or as Caden's mother?

As his mother?

CADEN: I don't want you to go!

Please!

I don't want you to go.

I don't want you to go.

Caden, listen to me.

I want to stay with you.

I know.

Why can't I stay with you?

We spoke about this.

Let me stay with you.

Caden, we'll see each
other all the time.

Make him stop.

- I can't.
- I don't want you to go!

- I don't want you to go!
- I'm sorry.

Come on, Caden. Come on.

It'll be all right.

Mum!

I'm so sorry!

I'm so sorry!

SHE SCREAMS

Your son will face
significant challenges...

speech, mobility,
memory, temperament.

What do you mean by temperament?

His self-control.

His manner.

How he interacts with other people.

Some families talk of loved
ones seeming different.

Different?

How?

They might be rude
when they were polite.

Aggressive when they were gentle.

Indiscreet when they were tactful.

Indiscreet...

When you say indiscreet,
what do you mean by that?

The frontotemporal cortices
govern self-control.

And this part of your son's brain suffered
significant damage during the stroke.

You might call it a filter.

How we judge what to say,
and what not to say.

And without this filter,

every thought can become a speech.

He'll still be our son.

What does that even mean,
people change?

You've changed. I've changed.
This will change him.

Maybe it's easier to accept
he might be different

when you never really knew
him in the first place.

I never knew him?

You only ever knew him
as the man you wanted him to be.

You only knew him as a boy, a baby!

Yes, you made sure of that!

This experience places
tremendous strain on families.

Oh, this family's only ever
experienced great strain.

That's not true.

It is not true.

Very clever, witty, a little cruel.

But it's not true.

My name is Tate.

I'm in charge of the security
surrounding your son.

Why does Caden need a guard?

Right now, a photograph of your
son's face would fetch £20,000.

There's already been several unauthorised
attempts to access his medical records.

Who's doing that?

Other papers?
Can they do that?

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

KNOCK ON DOOR

Kathryn?

Sofia?

- Max is...
- I'll go find him.

Oh, no. Wait.

Please.

He's going to be all right.

Hi.

Hi, mi amor.

- I'll see you tomorrow.
- Yeah.

How many months?

Three.

Oh, I'm so pleased for you.

For both of you.

Thank you.

CARD PLAYS TUNE

I've brought you some things...

from when you were a child.

It's your feather.

Can you remember feeding those
swans in Regent's Park?

And when they flapped their wings,
all the other children ran away.

Not you.

You said you wanted it to have the
bread more than you were frightened.

So you stayed.

Oh, darling!

I don't know if you can you hear me.

And I know I wasn't there for you.

But I'm here now. I promise.

Yes, I knew him.

- We were tracers together.
- Tracers?

After the credit boom,
back in the '80s,

when people first started borrowing
money they couldn't afford.

It's hard to believe there was
a time when people didn't do that.

Yeah, right.

The best liar I ever knew.

Were you working with him
at the time of his murder?

- No.
- No?

No, we'd gone our separate ways.

You have a sense of what
he might have been working on?

None.

Can I ask you, who do you work for?

Why? You want to hire me?

Any newspapers use your services?

Why would a newspaper need me

when they've got educated
journalists like yourselves?

Have the police spoken to you?

No.

- That doesn't surprise you?
- No.

Why wouldn't that surprise you?

Just a robbery gone wrong.

DOOR OPENS

- Good morning.
- Hello. Please sit down.

I'm very sorry about your son.

Oh, thank you.

He'll be back to work very soon.

I'm sure.

So you wanted to talk?

Away from my advisors.

My team prefer me
to stick to their prepared points.

I prefer to speak from the heart.

OK, so you made your fortune,
selling soccer shirts.

Initially.

Stitched in Bangladesh,
brought the business back here.

Costs more,
but I figured we'd sell more too.

You support the team.

You support the team that made
the shirts too.

You're loved by your community.

Communities.

My businesses are spread
across the country,

in all the places
ignored by Westminster.

Creating thousands of jobs.

Over 7,000.

Your employees speak
very fondly of you.

Yes, I speak fondly of them.

Your children are nice. Husband
seems nice. You've got a cute dog.

He's nice too.

Look, even you own your own
apple orchard.

Early Windsor variety.

- Nice! You brew your own cider?
- Yes.

Which I understand is really very,
very good?

So tell me, why do you want to be the
most powerful person in the country?

- Do you really think you can win this?
- Oh, I think it's required of me.

This is a nation in decline.
The Prime Minister...

he tells us the best we can do is to
manage our decline to slow it down.

I refuse to accept that.

Why can't we be
the greatest nation on Earth?

It's going to take a lot more than
soccer shirts and cider to pull that off.

So I know people laugh at me, like I'm
uncouth, like my campaign's a joke.

My parents weren't rich.
They weren't educated.

They didn't know anyone powerful.
Nothing was ever expected of them.

But when I told them, when I told
them, that I wanted to run my own

business and own my own factories
and be my own boss, they said go for it.

They didn't look at me
like I was something small.

They looked at me like I was
the biggest thing in their lives.

That look has nourished me
every day of my life.

I've never let anyone
tell me my place.

And I won't be told this
country's place either.

I will not be told that this country
is a second-rate power on the wane,

like it's a fact and you're a fool
if you don't believe it.

Cos I've proved those
people wrong before.

I've proved those people
wrong 1,000 times.

And I will do it again.

Angela...

just talk to me now.

You honestly think that you can
take this little island,

which almost everyone believes
has had its day,

and make it the most powerful
country on the planet?

Yes, sir, I do.

Emma!

Hi, hon.

Hi, darling.

We are here to celebrate
ten years of marriage

between Max and my daughter, Kathryn.

I first met Max shortly after
he'd arrived in this country.

The son of a factory owner,

he'd made his decision making steel
wasn't for him.

LAUGHTER

We now know him as a press baron.

Back then, he was the owner
of two US tabloids.

CLAPPING

May I?

Of course.

How does it feel...

to be the future?

I still have a long way to go.

A few more front pages.

I appreciate your husband's support.

I have aspirations for this
country, which Max shares...

Shares, yes.

Perhaps you've danced with
too many politicians?

Perhaps I have.

You don't believe that the pursuit
of power... at times grubby...

can be noble?

I believe in you.

I appreciate that.

Kathryn, can I ask?

Forget it.

Ask me.

Are you happy?

That's why you're going to win.

It would not be wrong, Max,
to say that I consider you a friend.

That's very kind of you to say.
Thank you.

Excuse me.

Sh!

Are you and Dad going
to stay together?

Where did you hear that?

Caden, tell me.

Dad will fire her.

Your father and I...

are having difficulties.

Every couple has difficulties.

We don't.

We're not a couple.

If you did separate from Dad,
I'd stay with you, wouldn't I?

Your father and I
are not going to separate.

Whatever happens,
I'll never leave you.

You promise?

I don't need to promise.
It could never happen.

Mm.

Thank you, Sean.

You're very kind. Thank you, both.

DOOR CLOSES

You can't keep running to him
every time he snaps his fingers.

It was a few minutes...
I put him back to bed.

You were supposed to be down there,
helping me out, saying goodnight to guests.

- What difference does it make?
- You are spoiling him...

- I was reading him a story!
- ..suffocating him!

You are worrying constantly!

Can't you understand why?

Of course I understand why!

But is it for your benefit or his?

Do you know what Caden said to me?

What?

He overheard a member of our staff
comment on our marriage.

Who did he overhear?

He won't tell me.

- Thinks you'd fire them.
- I would fire them.

Well, this is how
he sees his father.

People lose their jobs.

Do you want to shield him
from that fact too?

No, just the fact
you enjoy doing it.

I don't enjoy it!
I have never enj...

You're tired.

- Don't talk to me like that.
- You're trying to pick a fight.

Max, I want to work again!

So work.

- I want to write again!
- So write.

But I thought you were happy
when I stopped.

I was glad.

Not because you were my wife.

I didn't like your writing.

What? You think I stole this great
talent from the world?

All those stories you covered...
famines, poverty.

But you never asked, "What might
my readers be interested in?"

I was respected.

But not read.

I'm sorry.

My newspapers are not a last
resort for unfulfilled wives.

DOOR CLOSES

In here.

Please find me before you leave.

I will. Thank you.

You're welcome.

The press have reported that
Caden was in a car accident.

The news of a stroke raises
different questions.

His blood alcohol concentration
was 4.1 milligrams.

The legal limit is 0.8.

The level of cocaine was 1.12
milligrams per litre of blood.

Caden is an addict.

Give us the room, please.

Thank you.

HE CLEARS THROAT

DOOR CLOSES

All right.

All right.

What is this?

This is our son.

- Did you know?
- No.

You didn't know?

No, I would've told you.

This...

I'm confused.

I kept asking him...

who are you dating?
Who do you love? Men? Women?

I don't care. But find someone!

Yes.

He can't fall in love!

My son can't fall in love!

He was a loving child.

He was handsome, intelligent, kind.

He had choices.

He was unwell.

What was going on in his work?

Sorry, why does it have
to be about his work?

Because we know everything
else that happened to him.

We know who he slept with,
what he drank.

Who was he trying to be?

Cos this isn't our son.

DOOR CLOSES

You know when,

I first heard the news
about my son, I had...

so many thoughts
coming into my head...

how much I loved him,
how much I wanted him to be OK.

There was one other thought
that occurred to me.

A terrible thought.

Nonetheless, there it was...
round and round and round in my head...

at least he can't fuck up
anything else up now.

Even that might not be true.

KATHRYN: Caden, it's not funny!

Caden!

Caden!

HE GASPS

Caden!

MAX: Don't tell me
what you think I want to hear.

YOUNG CADEN: Will you break up?

I'll never leave you.

VOICES CONTINUE

Lauren would like to speak to you.

LAUREN: Thank you. Goodbye.

It's a pleasure to finally meet you.

I've been admiring
your writing for years.

Thank you.

Take a seat.

- Would you like a coffee?
- Great.

Have you met Max yet?

Er, no.

Well, you must.

He's in town.

Preoccupied right now
with his family.

Yes. I heard.

Would you like some cake?

Sure.

For Max, this newspaper was
never about chasing circulation.

It was about shaping
the national conversation

and, to do that, we need
talent like yours.

- I appreciate that.
- And Maggie's,

which is why I was so upset
when she left.

Yeah, it was a loss.

Are you close to her?

- I wasn't the closest, no.
- But you've stayed in touch?

Yeah.

My mum brought me up alone.

She was a cleaner.

When I was a teenager, I asked if I could
help out because I needed some money.

She told the people she worked
for that I baked the best cakes.

I don't know if they were the best,
but they were pretty good.

Soon, I was selling cakes to
a bunch of different families.

I must have become big-headed,
going on about how great I was,

because one day my mum
explained that,

if she ever stopped cleaning their
houses, they'd stop buying my cakes.

She explained that
I wasn't actually selling cakes...

I was selling charity
for the cleaner's daughter.

My cakes made my mum's customers
feel like they were better people...

generous
and warm-hearted.

But if she'd asked for even
the smallest raise,

they would've refused.

Do you know what
I learnt from that experience?

How to get what you
want from people.

Sometimes, you ask directly.
They say no.

You bake them a cake.

- Kathryn?
- Scott.

Oh, that's very kind.

I would've called,
but I don't have your number.

I'm really sorry, I can't talk
right now - I've got to go.

- I'll... Another day?
- Sure.

- I'll call you.
- Great.

Scott...

you can't come here.

- I didn't know how else to get in touch.
- I'll ring you.

OK.

I'm happy to see you.

I'm really sorry.

Is this necessary?

He became very distressed.

Caden was trying to
rip out his tubes.

I'm going to remove them.

I'd advise against that.

I'll take responsibility.

Mum...

Mum...

Mum...

It'll come back.

It'll all come back.

Father...

Father...

He's on his way.

I'm going to take the stairs.

On my own. Thank you.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- He's awake.
- He's awake!

How's he doing?

He's been talking.

But we don't know how
much he understands.

Welcome back.

Yeah, he's much better.

All right.

What?

What do you... What does he want?

Do you get it?

Mirror?

Mirror?

Mirror?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No. Caden, no.

Don't do it.

No, no.

Put it down.

Put your arm down. Caden,
put your arm down!

Please, put it down.

You don't need to do this.
Now look at me.

Look. Look at me!

Look at me.

We're going to make you better.

OK?

DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES

How's Caden?

He's awake. He's awake.

He's conscious, confused.

Kathryn?

She's strong.

Always strong.

My son went through
a difficult time.

Not like this, but challenging.

When you're in the middle of it,
it seems as if there's no end.

But you get through.

Thank you.

I called you here as a friend.

I came as one.

And to apologise.

For what?

Our last meeting.

I've never taken
your support for granted.

Well, why would it
seem that you have?

The circumstances.

I hear Angela Howard
has been to see you.

Yes, I know she's an accomplished...

- businesswoman, for sure.
- She is.

But there's something off about her.

Not just the prepared statements.

The unscripted comments.

You catch a glimpse of it out
of the corner of your eye.

The flash of an idea,
a world view, not just odd...

disturbing.

She fights from the fringe.

She doesn't want to be accepted by
the establishment. She wants to rip it down.

She's dangerous.

Dangerous to you.

PHONE VIBRATES

MAX: I'm outside.

What do we know
about the Prime Minister's son?

"The trees seemed to whisper to
each other, scaring Snow White,

"who began to run."

Night-night, sweetheart.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Phone?

No-one ever phones you.

I know you don't drink.
So I thought... music.

They serve food here.

Good choice.

Shall we go somewhere else?

- Why?
- I don't know.

I can have a soft drink.

OK.

The hard thing is not being
able to buy you one.

Doesn't matter.

Not to you.

Money was such a big
part of my life.

More than alcohol...

Sorry.

Why did you ring?

Just needed something
that wasn't sad.

Fuck!

SONG ENDS

APPLAUSE

♪ Faith can never hold you ♪

♪ Yours will be a faithful love... ♪

There's a nurse caring for my son.

I have the biggest crush on her.

How exciting.

In that hospital, your emotions...
everything's so intense.

She's so wonderful.

And I'm so overwhelmingly grateful.

She's like...

pure human goodness.

And you really want to kiss her?

It's so wildly inappropriate.

My son's lying there,
in a terrible condition.

And I'm thinking about
kissing a pretty nurse.

Morning.

Morning!

- Oh, let me sleep!
- Oh, it's you!

Don't worry, darling.
Leave it to me.

Hello!

And you are much more sober than
when I saw you at Lords!

- Here he is!
- Pleased to meet you. Welcome to England.

Good luck.

The National Reporter
isn't a newspaper.

It's an institution.

A pillar of our democracy.

At 200 years old, it's the record
keeper of our nation's events.

It holds power to account

and pursues the truth.

And today, it stands on the
brink of financial ruin.

MAX: My dad made steel
in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania.

He owned four factories that were

so big you needed a car to
get from one side to the other.

I grew up in those factories.

They were my home,
they were my back yard, my school.

I ate lunch with the men
who worked there.

I didn't go to college.

My dad thought it made people soft.

So, truthfully, there's nothing in
my upbringing that would make me

a suitable proprietor for
this esteemed institution.

But if you want this paper,
two centuries old...

to make into the next century,
you don't need someone like you.

You need someone like me.

You want a journalist to spend six
weeks on a single investigation?

That costs money.

You want five correspondents
assigned to Westminster?

That costs money.

Now, money is not
the enemy of quality.

Money IS quality.

I can...
I can read your mind a little bit.

It's, like, who is this guy?
Who is he to know about quality?

His dad makes steel!
He has tabloids!

I do. Of course I do.
I've got two here. I've got two in the US.

We run stories that most of you
probably will look down upon.

But these papers are bought
by millions of hard-working people.

And most of them are not rich.
I don't know how they do it.

But some of them get...

They still find the money to
buy my papers every day.

Every day!

Now, THAT'S the money
that might save your paper.

Now, you prefer old money? Fine.

I don't see 'em.

They're not here.

Old money is not interested.

Old money is not going
to make this deal!

My father wouldn't even
make this deal!

I mean that.

All you have is me.

You're worried, aren't you? You're
worried that I'm going to interfere?

Are you worried about that?

Take my word, please.
I will give you my word.

I will give written
assurances to the government

I will not interfere.

I already have tabloids.
I don't want any more.

I want quality.

And I don't have two
centuries to build it.

So I need to buy it.

I will tell you this...

everything...
everything I buy I protect.

Gentlemen, you don't
need to like me.

But you do need me.

APPLAUSE

I have to go.

Where?

To the hospital.

But you can stay.

Has something happened?

Sorry? No.

- Should I leave?
- No. You stay.

I've just got this feeling.

It has nothing to do with you.

Stay here alone?

Sure.

It's not about you.

CRASHING

Scott?

They know about us.

That was quick.

Do you want help?

Is it worth it? This story?

I need to know if this is worth it.

I can't answer that.

I'm sorry.

Well, at least we now know who that
private detective is working for.

Hm?

I...

You?

..know...

What do you know?

..who...

Who?

..you...

Who I?

..fucked.

How would you know
a thing like that?

I...

You?

..did...

- Did?
- ..your...

- My?
- ..phone.

You did my phone?

I did your phone.

You want me to call someone?

Your mother?

Mother...

don't know.

You mother doesn't know what?

Father knows.

- Your father... what does he know?
- I did your phone!

OK, OK. Look,
I'm here to help you, Caden.

I did your phone!

Calm down, Caden! I'm just
trying to help you here, OK?

I did your phone!

CADEN SOBS

Caden?

Caden!

Caden, what's wrong?

Caden, what is it? Are you in pain?

Caden!

Caden, I'm here. I'm here.

Caden, talk to me.

Die...

I want to die.

Please!

Please!

No, Caden.

Caden!

You've been fucked.

Yes.

That's enough.

Caden!

Please!

HE GROANS

Nurse!

HE GROANS

SHE SCREAMS

Help!

Help! Help! Help!

Will you get someone? Get
someone now! Get someone!

Caden! Caden!

Caden!

SHE GASPS