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And on the day fourth-form pupils
begin studying for their new "GCSE" exams,

we put a group of Cotchester shopkeepers
through their paces

to see how much they can remember
from their O-level maths.

Meanwhile, here at Corinium,
we are buzzing with excitement

for our new live show, Declan.

Declan's first guest will be
Hollywood hellraiser, Johnny Friedlander.

One of the cinema's brightest stars,
in his first interview

since being the unfortunate victim
of a sex-tape scandal two years ago.

The reclusive star is on his way
to Corinium Studios as we speak.

Can Declan O'Hara
coax him out of his shell?

And what about those James Bond rumours?

That's Declan...

...live tonight at eight o'clock

with his very first interview here
at Corinium right after Coronation Street.

I'll definitely be tuning in.

Run.

Johnny! I love you!

- Tell us about the scandal, Johnny.
- Are you gonna give us the scoop?

Mr Friedlander. Welcome to Corinium.

- Please, call me Johnny.
- Tony Baddingham. Please come on through.

Your first live audience.

You're not going to wear
those socks on the programme?

We get this right, Deirdre,
no one will be looking at me feet.

- Good luck, Declan.
- Thanks.

- Hi, Seb.
- Big night, ladies.

- Hi, Seb.
- Showtime, everyone.

Yep. Sure is.

That's good. Yeah. Yeah, all right.

So, um, Paddy and Mick
are walking to the pub,

and they spot a sign saying,
"Tree fellers wanted."

So, Paddy turns to Mick and he says,

"Well, isn't it a shame
there's only the two of us?"

You know, I can hear you, Brian.

You don't tell jokes about Jews or Blacks
anymore, so why you picking on the Irish?

Okay, mate.
Uh, can we get some level?

Cut the fucking Paddy jokes or
I'll knock you from here to the Irish Sea.

Is that level enough for ya?

Yeah. Loud and clear. Sorry, Declan.

Cameron, are you there?

What-What-What am I
supposed to do with the, uh, cards?

We talked about this.
Declan O'Hara doesn't hide behind a desk.

- Hmm.
- If you'd let me see the questions,

I could have fed them to you.

Just trust me, will you?

Where's Johnny?

Houston, do we have a problem?

Declan's a journalist
of international stature.

So... ...the fact that he left
the BBC for us, it's quite a compliment.

It's all very impressive,
Lord B.

Uh, of course, it's the wife
who's the TV viewer around our house.

Well, it's documentaries mostly,

but I do find Dallas a guilty pleasure.

Well, who doesn't love Dallas?

- Hi.
- Hi. Thanks for sneaking me in.

I think some of our new programmes
can give JR a run for his money.

Have you seen Four Men Went To Mow?

- Mother Goose is here.
- Excuse me a moment.

Lady Gosling,
so good of you to come.

Do you know the Reverend Penney?

My deputy on
the Franchise Renewal Committee.

- Of course, welcome.
- Well, looking forward

to some scrupulous
broadcast journalism tonight.

I was just remarking,

what with there being a set
in every living room these days,

television companies must recognise

that they are the custodians
of the nation's morality.

I'm working.

Showtime, Mr Friedlander.

That's Four Men Went To Mow,

Wednesday night, nine o'clock.

Oh, lovely.

That's a very nice wine.

- How long have we got?
- I guess that's why they make them.

I'll get it.

I think we just found our fox.

Door on the right there, Rupert.

Tag. Tag, it's him. Oh, my God.

Not in the business of daring--

Hello, Rupert.

- Lizzie, darling... hello.
- We were just passing.

- Successful day?
- Well, little fucker gave us the slip.

"Huntus" interruptus.

Sorry.

Hello, my name's Caitlin. How are you?

Sit, bunny girl.

You look like you've found the Holy Grail.

All right, it is okay, Declan.
The eagle has landed.

Can we have some level, please?

- What did you have for breakfast, Johnny?
- You wanna get me arrested?

- Declan looks nervous.
- He cut me dead earlier.

It's awfully uncool to get so uptight.

Shut the fuck up or get the fuck out.

Run music.

Five... four...

three...

two...

one, and in.

Why aren't you in the audience, Maud?

Daddy gets too nervous if Mummy's there.

Isn't it daft?

Because he cares what you think
more than anyone in the world.

- Oh.
- It means I miss a lot of parties.

Good evening. I'm Declan O'Hara.

My guest tonight is one of the world's
most recognisable stars.

Room for a small one?

He's the star of box office
smashes such as Last Man on Mars,

Highway 12, and Dog Tag three:
Voyage to Vietnam to name just a few.

He's been nominated for numerous awards,

but in recent years,
it's his turbulent personal life,

and of course, finding himself
the victim of a cruel honeytrap,

which has attracted almost
as much attention as his films.

Johnny Friedlander, welcome to the show.

What's it like seeing
your ex-partner in grime, Rup?

You know Johnny Friedlander?

Well, shared a few lovers back in the day.

Yep.
Not silly enough to let any of them

- film me having sex, though.
- Thank you. What a crowd.

People are excited to see you.

Well, I gotta say that's nice.

It's been a while
since I've done one of these.

- Why do this interview now?
- Go tight on Johnny.

- Well, uh...
- Yeah, of course.

...I feel it's time to move on.

That's what we're here for.

Now, Johnny, your last film
was mired in controversy.

There were stories
that you were late to set.

You picked fights with the director.

You passed out at the wheel
while driving under the influence.

See, nobody prepares you for fame.

You don't know how you're gonna react to
being given the keys to the candy store.

It turns out that
I react by overdosing on candy.

Going well, don't you think?

Absolutely.

Not sure about the socks.

Jesus Christ. Who signed off on those?

... I would need to be in a comedy.

And what was it like
when you drove off that bridge?

Well, uh, I woke up
the second I hit the water.

But, man, it was, uh, scary.

Thank God I was in a convertible,
or I'd be at the bottom of the river now.

But yeah, I had to get sober.

415 days later,
the world looks more beautiful than ever.

Now, shall we talk about the sex tape?

Why not?

The elephant's in the room already,
crapping in the corner.

Is the girl okay?

Miss, uh-- Miss Cortes.

- Hell, I don't know.
- You don't see her?

Uh, not on my Christmas card list, no.

But she is, uh-- She's an actress, right?

I don't know. Uh, we met in a bar.

Hope she got a lot of money
out of the whole thing.

Is $5,000 a lot of money?

According to Miss Cortes, that's how much
you paid her to have sex with you

and then take the tape
to the National Enquirer.

What?

Oh, fuck.

You said you were the victim,
but in fact, you paid her

to video herself having sex with you
as if it had been filmed undercover

so that when she took the tape
to the press,

you could pretend that you'd been set up.

Simultaneously getting sympathy
as the victim of a honeytrap

while reaping a ton of publicity
that made you look like a virile sex god.

Yeah, she got publicity too, trust me.

You sat back and let the press vilify her

to the extent
that all her acting work dried up.

You could have stepped in
and told the truth, but you didn't.

The world would have believed you,
but your silence demolished her.

Your stock shot up overnight
while Pia Cortes lost her apartment.

$5,000 for a woman's reputation.
Is that a fair price?

What reputation? She was a porn actress.
I paid her to make a porno!

Fuck. We've lost him. He's gonna walk out.

Oh, man. I'm an ass.

Why did you do it?

Tell two to hold on Johnny.

Stay on Johnny. Now move in.

Slowly, slowly.

Slowly.

You wouldn't get this on the BBC.

Get me the sweat beading on his brow.
This is the one.

I'd had four flops in a row,
and I was scared.

That's the worst thing
about Hollywood is when you're out,

all you can think about
is how to get back in.

What a mess.

Worst part is...

I really liked that girl.

I thought she had something.

What would you say to her...

if she was here?

Nah, she's in LA, man.

Uh...

She might see it. You never know.

Okay. Um, sure.

Pia, if you're watching, I'm sorry.

I'm an ass.

Let me buy you a drink or a car.

Whatever you want.

I'm sorry.

Man, I've been sitting
on that secret too long.

Feel good
to get it off your chest?

God, the water here tastes good.

Can I get another?

Join us again after the break

when I'll be asking Johnny
about James Bond.

Don't go away.

And we're clear.

Okay, stand by, everyone.
Three minutes.

Well, that was more stressful
than I expected.

Daddy always
goes in for the kill.

He really is a master at this,
your Declan.

I mean, is that erotic? Doing a video?

Oh, I think it is
if you've made it for each other,

- or you watch it when they're away.
- Mm-hmm.

Or watch together as a warm-up.

Yeah, it can be pretty hot.

With the right co-star.

Can't imagine James wanting to
make a sex video with me.

The camera puts pounds on you,
and he already thinks I'm fat.

- Well, he's mad.
- Yeah.

- You're exquisite.
- Oh.

Sandwich, anyone?

Yeah, I'm starving.

Oh, my God, you made these, Taggie?

They're ambrosial.

Please. Please tell me
you'll come and work for me.

Uh...

Caitlin, fetch another one of these
for me, please.

No, I, uh...
I tried working in a restaurant.

It was just, uh... It was too hectic.

Well, you-you could do
people's dinner parties and things.

Uh, a private chef.

I bet you'd get bookings.
I could put the word around if you like?

- Caitlin!
- Oh! Daddy's back.

Mmm.

Here it is. Your closet, sir.

Put something against the--

Do you think Johnny Friedlander
barricades the door?

And the guy,
he had the most stupid walk...

Did I tell you what Cubby Broccoli said
when my people called up and suggested me?

He said he'd sooner have
James Bond played by a woman.

Ladies and gentlemen, Johnny Friedlander.

Bloody marvellous. Good job.

Johnny, introduce you
to a few of our company.

- This is Ginger Baines.
- How are you?

Bastard spiked Johnny's dressing room.

Gave him a bottle of vodka.

Oh, no, I did that.

What?

Why didn't you tell me?

We needed your first show
to be jaw-dropping television.

- No way was I leaving it to chance.
- Oh, fuck.

And you didn't tell me you were
gonna skewer the guy live on air.

You don't think it fucks
your producer up not to know that?

But we didn't need
to push him off the wagon.

I didn't need help.

Yeah, you didn't need a desk either,
did you?

- This is Ester McCloud.
- Hi. Hi, how you doing?

This is Lady Gosling.

- Hi, how you doing?
- Hello.

- Freddie Jones.
- Hey.

- Good to meet ya.
- His lovely wife.

- Hello.
- How are you doing?

- James Vereker.
- Hi.

- This is the back room boy. This is Seb.
- How are you doing?

- Daysee.
- Hey, how you doing?

- This is Deirdre.
- Hey, how you doing?

At least he didn't film you.

He's a mug.

You look like a Charlie's Angel.

Thanks, Seb.

That's nice.

He's very good, isn't he?

What, the new jewel
in Corinium's crown, hmm?

- Extraordinary socks.
- Oh, yeah.

He has so much character.

He's a breath of fresh air.

It's such a shame that you couldn't
get Campbell-Black onto the board.

Well...

Is Freddie Jones in the bag?

Oh, very much so. Very much so.

And much more use to us.

His expertise in technology,
business, the real world...

Mmm.

But I've got to say,
Declan's got some brass.

I thought Johnny was gonna lamp him one.

How do you keep it together,
all that going on?

Can I tell you a secret?

That was my first time
taking a show out live.

- Did you like it?
- Oh, my God. The adrenaline?

Yes, I loved it. But please
don't ask me any specifics. It's a blur.

- I mean, it--
- You've met Cameron then?

So you need people
that can deliver under pressure?

- Diamonds.
- Couldn't agree more.

That's why we're courting you
for the board.

You're getting
the fuck of a lifetime tonight.

Yeah.

- Isn't that crazy? And then...
- Mm-hmm.

- ...the man started turning up at the house.
- Oh, no.

And he was
so in love with Mummy.

But then Daddy found out about it,
and that wasn't funny at all.

Caitlin.

Anyway, that's the real reason
why we moved out of London.

Daddy's new job
came just at the right time.

Mrs Thatcher tells me
if I want to succeed in politics,

I have to keep my nose clean.

No more cunnilingus then.

Maud's got a thumping crush on you.

Declan looks strong. I'd watch yourself.

Darling, you know I love you to bits.

But never tell me what to do.

You must be exhausted.

How did I do?

Mmm, you were wonderful.

Christ, you're wet.

I've been thinking
about you coming home all evening.

Oh, what is it?

Everything all right?

Shitting awful evening actually.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You should have come with me
to watch the new Declan show.

It was...

brilliant.

You might be
a little more supportive, Lizzie.

It's only my first day
at boarding school.

It's not like
it's momentous or anything, is it?

I'm sorry I can't drive you there.
You know Daddy needs the car this morning.

I didn't mean you.

Bye-bye, gorgeous, ugly dog.

Is Mummy going to start
one of her things with Rupert?

I'm not gonna keep
her secrets again if she does.

Oh, Mummy and Daddy are gonna be okay.

I'll keep an eye on them. I promise.

Oh, I'm gonna miss you.

- Now go.
- I'm going.

Just you and me now, pups.

Good evening. I'm Declan O'Hara.

Get up and show us a few moves.

Okay.

Take it away.

Please.

That's all we've got time for tonight.

Paul Roberts, ladies and gentlemen.

He's got me.

Get off me, man.

Get off me, man.

Get the fuck off me!

Wonderful.

- Oh, my God.
- Oof.

Look at all this.

If it's a neighbourhood
dinner party,

why didn't Valerie Jones
invite your da and me?

- I don't know, Mummy.
- She did. I said we couldn't do it.

What? I have work to do.

I never get to go anywhere.

I mean, how can we meet anyone

if you're gonna turn down everything
just to prepare your stupid programme?

My stupid programme
is all that's paying the bills

on this rotting pile of bricks,
and all you do is spend money.

I mean, why the fuck do we own a harp?

Oh, you wanna take my music
away from me? It's all that I have left.

- I have to go to work.
- No, no. I'm still talking to you.

We can talk about it later.

- Good luck, Tag.
- Bye.

You know, it's a good job that you bought
a priory 'cause I might as well be a nun.

You know, he's still punishing me.

I mean, when is it gonna stop?

My congratulations, both of you.
Ten million viewers.

I want 12 mil this week.

I can't believe you got that story
out of Mick Jagger.

People like telling me things.
Psychiatrist to the stars.

So who's next on the couch?

- Diana.
- Doesn't do TV.

- Arnold Schwarzenegger?
- Jesus, he can't even speak.

- Joanna Lumley.
- Rupert Campbell-Black.

No way.

Celebrity, ex-Olympian, a heart-throb,
so I'm told, and now Minister for Sport.

Surely that's an extraordinary trajectory.

There's no hinterland.

If I'm to interview someone whose politics
I despise, I want a worthy opponent.

Could you stop swinging
your dick for a moment?

If you stop swinging your vagina.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Declan's right.
Campbell-Black's an arrogant brat.

Everything people hate
about the upper classes.

Why do you hate him so much?

Because he always gets
everything he wants.

Joyce, Rupert Campbell-Black?

I wasn't surprised when the wife left.

He'll never settle, will he?

Doesn't that make him
an interesting interview?

He's the only man in England

who can come out of
a sex scandal with a promotion.

Minister for Sport, for God's sake.

The man plays tennis naked.

He's an irredeemable shit.

We needn't pour fertiliser
on his already overgrown ego.

Who do you want, Declan?

- Thatcher.
- Margaret Thatcher?

No, Charles. Fucking Denis Thatcher.

L-Look, she'll never say yes anyway.

She thinks I'm an IRA pinko.

Well, let's see, shall we?

I've donated
eye-watering sums to the Tory party.

It's not the public who decides
which way the election goes, is it?

All right, stop staring at me. Fuck off.

We've all got work to do.

- Declan?
- Yeah.

Don't go. Have a proper drink.

After you.

You've got viewing figures
most people would sell their granny for.

So, I'm just wondering
why you're still unhappy here?

Is it Cameron?

No, no.

I mean, she's hard work, but you're right.
She knows what she's doing.

I-I... I just have a lot on my mind.

Money stuff.

I have an unpaid tax bill
following me around.

Eighty grand.

London wasn't cheap.

Not with a wife who throws a party
every time someone blows their nose.

All right, well...

why don't I settle
with the Inland Revenue for you?

You can pay me back when you can.
Nobody need know about it.

Just the two of us. And my accountant.

That's very decent of you.

Self-interest, really.

You're no good to me preoccupied.

Now, another?

Cheers.

Are you always this height?

I can usually size people by looking.

Well, I didn't think
you'd want me to serve things.

Well, I can't exactly do it myself, can I?

You know to go around
the dinner table clockwise, don't you?

Don't pick, Sharon.

And I need you to write the menu out.

One for each end of the table in French,
if you don't mind.

Hello, Taggie. Nice get-up.
Grub smells good.

I'm still cross with you,
Fred-Fred.

What were you thinking
inviting a single man?

I mean, what kind of a dinner party
ever had nine guests?

Ten guests now, because I've just invited
a single woman to balance the books.

Fred-Fred, how could you?

Now I'm gonna have to
change the whole placement.

Terrific. Eat that. Eat that.

I could help you with the menus.

I'm doing French for GCSE.

They're gonna be here soon,
Mrs Makepiece.

Yes, Mrs Jones.

Sorry. Did you decide if you want
the cheese first or the pavlova?

Fred-Fred? Cheese or dessert?

Don't posh people say "pudding"?

Pudding? But "dessert" is French.

- Agatha, which is it?
- I don't know.

Pudding. They learn that
at boarding school.

Chin up, Mousie.

We've worked so hard. We can enjoy it now.

Who'd have thought it? You and me,
entertaining a lord and a lady, eh?

Right.

Just a nice, cosy dinner.

Freddie's bum
on a board seat at the end of it.

I've rather implied to Lady Gosling
he's already said yes,

so we need to reel him in tonight,

or we might as well
kiss goodbye to the franchise.

No, absolutely.
Operation "Charm Offensive."

Well, offensive is right.

We'll be forced to admire
the soft furnishings.

Fitted carpets everywhere.

Well, don't let Valerie Jones
get to you, darling.

- You know who she reminds you of?
- Who?

Your mother.

Oh.

Come on.

We got five minutes.

Yeah, well five minutes is how long
it takes to do this bloody dress up.

No, all right.

Um, you know, I need you to, uh,

behave yourself this evening, don't you?

Uh, I want Tony to invite me
onto the board at Corinium,

and we need to look proper.

- Respectable.
- Darling, is this about Rupert?

It was just a silly flirtation.

Come on, you know I love you most of all.

Besides, I thought you wanted
a young wife that everyone admires.

I do, darling.

Just prefer they admired you
from further away.

So, it was
a considerable renovation?

Yes, it was terribly poky.

Three bedrooms and only the one bathroom,
so we had to extend,

but once we'd rendered over
the old stonework,

you can't tell the join
between the old and new.

I thought this was a listed building.

Oh, it is, yeah.

Fred-Fred has friends in high places.

I mean, one needs
a good-sized lounge for entertaining.

Lounge?

Behave. We're being charming.

Uh-huh.

I think I've had this dream.

Valerie made me.

It's just so short.

"Brevity is the soul of wit."

And I could almost see your brevities.

The fact is this is
a listed building. There are rules.

Mmm.

Aw.

Darling, you look ravishing.

James hates this,
but it's the only clean one I've got.

Um...

Hello, Valerie.

Evening, Stratton.

Listen, I think you were given
the wrong impression

about the tennis game with your wife.

All quite innocent, sort of thing that
wouldn't bat an eyelid on the Continent.

Good, clean, open-air fun.

Shake hands and play nicely, shall we?

Freddie!

Sound system!

Sorry, love. Wrong room.

Freddie's equipment is staggering.

- Mmm.
- Mmm.

I, uh... I gather you spent this afternoon
on the couch with my husband?

- Yes. Do you mind?
- No. Good for you.

I hope you told him
it was marvellous afterwards.

- Thanks, Fred.
- Nature abhors a vacuum.

Yes, so does my cleaner.

- That's very good.
- Thank you.

- That's very good.
- Freddie.

Can you show me this sound system?

I'll be back in a tick.

You're a hit with the host.

I bet you're next to him at dinner.

Right. I'm off to see what decorative hell

Valerie's unleashed on the downstairs loo.

Cloakroom, darling. Cloakroom.

That's interesting.

Agatha's the help.
We borrowed her for the event.

Overtime.

There's no need to see
cable satellite as a threat.

Let's embrace the possibilities,

but your expertise will be invaluable.

Of course, you're busy.

Well, I think you like feeling useful.
We'd have fun.

Not trying to seduce you
onto his board, is he?

We're a viable, growing company
with excellent prospects.

The financial rewards are considerable.

Must we bring money into it?

Freddie's a businessman. It's what we do.

- You ever said "no" to this man?
- Frequently.

Did you enjoy the polo?

You're a very bad influence.
I had a headache for three days.

Freddie.

Uh, Mr Vereker and Mrs Stratton are
on the television.

- Oh, yes. You'll want to see this.
- Yeah. Okay.

- Sarah, welcome.
- Hi, James.

- Absolute pleasure...
- Oh, look, there you are, Sarah.

Where's Sarah?

...you've been married
to Paul Stratton,

- MP for Cotchester, for a few months now.
- Mmm.

How do you see
your role as the wife of an MP?

To support my husband
in every possible way.

And how do you get on with Paul's family?

His children must be
nearly as old as you are.

- Oh, very good, James. Gripping stuff.
- I put no pressure

on Paul to leave his first wife.

But because he eventually
made that decision,

you know, I'm branded a scarlet woman...

...so I've had to try even harder
to prove myself a good...

Cute.

And what advice
would you give to a young woman now

who was engaged to be married to a busy,
powerful, even famous man?

The one thing I would say is do
not let yourself go after you're married.

I mean, we all know
what happens then, don't we?

Hello, Cameron.
Let me get you a drink.

They're all glued
to the local news, I'm afraid.

Thank you.

- Oh, James.
- Stop it.

- What are you, 21?
- Oh, please.

And the rest?

- She's a natural, isn't she?
- Touché.

Well, it's just wonderful
to see her opening up.

Um, now,
I understand that Paul's left...

- Don't ask for seconds, all right?
- Does it smell fishy?

New cologne?

- I wear it all the time.
- I like it.

- You sure the lighting wasn't a bit hard?
- It was brilliant.

What the hell are you doing here?

Freddie called after you left.
I couldn't say no to him, could I?

Well, don't do anything outrageous.
Stay out of my way.

Well, I clearly drew the long straw.

Good.

- You're here?
- Yeah.

Thank you.

Ah, Cavendish.

We've never really had a proper chat,
have we?

No, we haven't, Lady Baddingham.

Oh, Monica, please.

We're all friends here.

Rupert Campbell-Black.

I presume, since we're
the only people here without partners,

that we're being set up with each other,
and just so you know,

I am perfectly comfortable with that.

Do you have a boyfriend?

Kind of.

- Kind of.
- Mm-hmm.

Best kind.

Sorry. I think, uh, someone's
been playing with the, um--

Everything all right, Valerie?

Yes. Yep. Yep, yep.
Quite, quite all right.

Do you work with Cavendish, James? Hmm?

Her name's Cameron.

No, I promise it's not.

No. Cavendish? Yes. See?

James thought you were called Cameron.

Yeah, it's Cameron.

Yeah.

But... Yes, but you always
answer to Cavendish,

so, why didn't you say anything?

Well, you're my boss's wife.

Silly girl.

There's no need f...
Hon-Honestly, what peculiar behaviour.

- "Salmon mousse."
- Do you like salmon mousse?

So, what have we got?

"Gingered French peasant, cravat sauce."

"Desert château."

Do you think it's garnished
with actual sand?

Garnished with leftover peasants maybe?

Not frequently, no.

Uh, clockwise, Agatha please. Thank you.

- Sorry.
- I did tell her.

Ah, Taggie.

Looks amazing.
I do love a bit of pheasant.

It looks delicious.
Thank you, darling.

And how do you get on with Declan?

Well, I'm his producer,
which gives him licence to be obnoxious.

God knows how his wife puts up with him.

Well, you could ask Taggie here.
She's his daughter.

Oh, God, I'm-I'm sorry.

It's all sport with you, isn't it?

Blood sport mostly. The chase.

Oh, but if you caught something,

I don't think you'd know
what to do with it.

Mmm.

She's quite the ball-breaker,
your new producer. Where'd you find her?

Hunted her down in New York.

Ah, blood sports again.

You guys go to school together
or something?

No, no, no, no.

And that's funny why?

Because as it happens, no, we didn't.

Rupert went to Harrow.

I went to grammar school.

And you'll never let anyone forget it,
will you?

I wasn't gonna say anything of the sort.

It's you that won't
let anyone forget it, Baddingham.

- Tony was quite different as a boy.
- Oh.

Billy Bunter, weren't you?

Okay, what's grammar school,

and how is it different
from where you went?

Well,
it's increasingly hard to say.

Rupert's school cost a lot more,

but they didn't spend any of it
teaching him manners.

- Very good, Lady Baddingham.
- Thank you.

- I can't imagine you fat, Tony.
- It's where I got my drive to succeed.

Mmm. I wish Fred-Fred
had a drive like that.

We can't budge the scales at all.

Be careful what you wish for, Valerie.
Might drive him to some dangerous places.

Um, been meaning to say, Tony.

Uh, we found a presenter for our
"caring for the elderly" segment.

She's a Jamaican lady
living in Cotchester.

A 70-year-old widow
with an adult daughter,

which makes her a Black single mother.

Box ticked.

I was brought up by a Black single mother.

Can't wait to tune in.

She's so exotic, isn't she?
Where's she from?

America, I think.

Wayne likes Black girls,
don't you?

What? Shut up.

You've got a picture
of Grace Jones with no clothes on.

I saw it in your pants drawer.

It is going so well.

The pheasant was divine.

Everyone's saying so.

I knew you'd be wonderful at this.

I'm sorry
she put you in that thing.

It was me who wrote the menus out.
That's why the spelling's so bad.

Oh, God. Your dyslexia.

I'm so sorry.

We thought we were
taking the mickey out of...

someone else.

W-Well, you cook like a dream,
even if you can't spell for shit.

- Bravo.
- Pavlova.

- Bravo!
- Magnificent.

What's your favourite thing
about your job?

Well, what a lovely question.

Space. Up there.

Most British satellites
use my computers now.

And sometimes I look up at the night sky,

and I see a little star
winking back at me,

and I think,
"I made that happen".

And it blows my mind.

- Chateau Gateau.
- Mmm.

This looks divine.

Well done, angel.

Oh, God!

God!

Oh, dear. Oh.

You stupid bitch.
What the fuck are you doing?

I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.

- Oops.
- Fetch a cloth, Agatha.

- Don't fetch a cloth. It's Armani.
- I'll pay for it.

You couldn't begin to.

- S...
- Needn't be a bitch about it.

Cameron, let's-let's go
and get you tidied up.

Come on. Come with me.

Rupert, how could you?

God, that is exactly
the kind of crass, lecherous--

I thought she'd like it.
God knows her mother would have.

Women aren't just a buffet,
laid out for you to snack on.

Perhaps she's not
as innocent as you think she is.

- And that's a very cheeky little dress.
- Valerie made her wear it to do the job.

Not that you'd understand.

With looks like hers, I would not have
thought a career was that important.

Honestly, Rupert, this was badly done.

- Taggie, I thought--
- Get away from me.

- I thought you wanted me to.
- Why on earth would you think that?

Well, you like to watch.

Thought you might be
grown up enough to play too.

You're disgusting
and I want nothing to do with you.

Taggie... Hang on.

Fucking idiot.

What a stupid fuck.

Rather dramatic end to the evening.

All these sobbing women.

Valerie all right?

She's chuffed to bits
that you came to dinner.

So, thank you.

So...

this board thing.

My Val, she... she's keen for me
to get into something more cultural.

So, why don't you send me over
the business plan? I'll look over it.

I'll give you a call on Monday.

Last night was humiliating.

I don't know if I can do this anymore.

- You and me.
- What? Why?

You were at Valerie Jones's dinner party?

Yeah.

I gather you got pudding
tipped all over you by my daughter.

- I'll pay for the cleaning bill.
- Wouldn't Rupert do that?

It was him that made Taggie
drop the pudding when he groped her.

He what?

Oh, you didn't know? Ah.

It was more than a pinch
on the bottom, wasn't it?

I didn't see it at the time,
but "grope" sounds right.

I'm sorry. He... He fucking what?

Yeah, he's a promiscuous libertine,
isn't he?

Fondles whoever he likes.

- Whoa, no. Hold on. Declan. Wait.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

That bastard!
Jesus, when I catch him, I'll f--

Interview him to death?

You know, that's an idea.

Think about it.

You go over there and thump him,
who gets to see it?

One housekeeper and a gardener at best.

Have him on the show.

You can flay him
in front of 16 million people.

Oh, but you already said you
didn't want him, right? No hinterland.

I didn't want him either.

I didn't want to give him the exposure,
but exposing him?

Come on,
that's a whole different show, isn't it?

That's where you destroy him,

and it lasts a fuck of a lot longer
than a black eye.

Revenge is a dish
best served on television.