- So, what now? - We don't want two days without a paper,
so let's just get on with it.
- But West... - We're not finished with West.
Do something else.
Tell me where you got it or you're fired.
Duncan said that you're our best reporter.
Well, you were responsible for our best story in weeks
and you are standing in my office with a staff card.
Come and write for us.
Break free!
Everybody knows you're sleeping together.
You think you're hiding it, but you're not.
Hey! Hey, hey!
You need to move out.
- Sorry? - I'm working, and I can't trust you.
The Herald won't exist in two years' time, and you know that.
That's why things are going to change.
Make me an offer.
Hey!
Slow down!
Whoa! I thought you'd left.
I have.
Why are you dressed like that?
I don't know what you mean.
Well, I didn't even know you owned a skirt. Look, woo!
- Jesus! - What? I'm joking!
I'm dressed like this because I've got a new job.
Where?
Oh, Holly, no!
Oh, no way! Come on!
Holly!
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Holly?
Yeah.
I'm Lucy, Duncan's assistant.
He's busy at the moment,
but if you'd just like to wait over here,
and he'll be with you shortly.
Can I get you anything in the meantime?
No, no, I'm fine, thanks.
So, right,
I hope you have a brilliant day.
There's so much to see.
And at the end of it, I'll be around to answer questions,
which is amazing, right?
Yeah.
Thank you. Thanks for that.
Wow, thank you!
Enjoy. Have a good time.
Bye!
Yeah, see, I like to do my bit to educate the new generation.
God knows they need it. How you feeling?
- You... You nervous? - Not really.
I thought I told you to make an effort with your appearance.
Well, I have, actually, I bought a new...
Oh, no, I was joking!
You're not at the Herald now.
You've got to bring the funny here or you won't fit in.
- Can you be funny? - Yeah.
Tell us a joke.
- Now? - Yeah.
Um...
What's the difference between a buffalo and a bison?
Oh, my God.
You can't wash your hands in a buffalo.
And you finished it!
OK, well, we'll work on that.
Look, induction. Coffee's over there.
If you smoke, there's a terrace upstairs.
Lucy'll give you the Wi-Fi code.
- Have you met Lucy? - Yeah.
She's not the sharpest,
but she doesn't get on my nerves
like all the others assistants I've had
and she stays out of my way.
That's back bench.
Digital. Pictures.
And, oh, this is my office, which you know.
So, there.
Uh, and you graduated this summer?
- Yeah. - Where from?
Cambridge, Trinity.
And how long are you here for?
It's a week placement,
but I hope if I get on, they might ask me back.
So, you're a reporter?
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I started earlier this year, but I've done pretty well.
I got... I got some stories on the front page.
Wow!
Anything I would have seen?
Uh, the Joshua West story?
That was you?
Yeah, well, I found it originally.
- Wow! - Yeah.
A bit of a superstar.
Well, I'm just doing my job, you know.
Um...
I'll give you the tour.
Start with the coffee, very important. You like coffee?
- Sure. - Oh, me too!
Just remind me why you were fired from the Herald again.
Was it bad dress sense or insubordination?
I wasn't fired, I'd had enough.
No, yeah, I can imagine.
I'd love to put the Herald out of business.
Not because it's any sort of competition, but it ruins my view, look.
Maybe I could get it condemned or something.
Are you happy with what we're paying you?
More than you were getting, but you will have to work hard.
I always work hard.
You're here cos Mr Emmerson's keen to do more serious journalism,
and I like to keep him happy.
So that's what you'll be all about.
Sound good?
- Perfect. - We're sorting a desk.
As we discussed, you've got status,
special correspondent, report to me.
Am I supposed to say something?
Are you one of us?
I've only just started, so...
But are you committed?
Your first day and all that, but I need to know, are you in?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm in.
- Why? - What?
Tell me why.
Because I want to write for a bigger readership,
to have more resources.
OK.
But even so, it's a big turnaround.
Persuade me.
More.
There were three stories that I wanted to follow
when I was at the Herald,
but I couldn't cos the people involved wanted money.
And the Herald doesn't have any.
The Herald are ethically opposed.
Oh, yeah, but we're not so squeamish.
I want to start with this.
A young Syrian called Adnan Homsi
got caught up in the conflict about three years ago.
He joined IS for a couple of weeks,
thinking it'd help his family escape.
Instead, his mother, father,
nine-year-old sister were executed.
He's intelligent. He's got a lot to say.
But he needs £5,000 for his story.
Why does he want the money?
Doesn't he just want his story told anyway?
His story's all he's got.
He's got to look after his brother - rent, food, clothes...
What you just told me isn't worth five grand.
Yeah, but there's more to it.
5,000 more?
At least!
So, can I get going? You'll give him the money?
Bring him in.
- Why? - Because I want to look him in the eye
before I part with that kind of money.
Anyway, there's something else I want you to start with.
Look,
this is the legendary safe.
I assume you've heard of it.
Secrets stored for a rainy day.
Right.
Things in here you wouldn't believe.
Do you know what that is?
That is secretly filmed footage
of Larry Desmond having sex on a pool table.
Larry Desmond?
You know, the celebrity snooker player.
Massive in the '80s.
Larry "The Laser" Desmond.
Come on, you're not that young!
Isn't Larry Desmond dead?
Oh, yeah, you're right. I knew that, but...
Where is it?
Yeah, this is what I wanted to show you.
I had this boozy lunch with a recently retired security adviser.
Now, he couldn't tell me openly,
but he'd clearly been high up at MI5.
And he...
He wrote this on a napkin, and he told me to look into it,
and I've got a feeling that it might compromise the PM.
I soft-pedalled it for a while,
but I think the time has come.
Find out what that is.
What's the date mean?
No idea, that's your job.
Oh, right, conference.
Oh, great.
Oh, no, no, it's to editors and senior staff only.
Hang on, you said I'd have status.
Status, yeah, but no privileges.
You have to earn these things, and you've got work to do, so...
Ask Lucy about your desk.
So you can report whatever you want?
Oh, well, yeah, within reason. You have to check with Raz.
He's news editor.
Sometimes he'll give you a story, sometimes you'll bring something to him.
I'd love that,
being able to use your instinct to chase a story.
I've done it at uni, but this is the real world, isn't it?
It certainly is.
Are-are you staying in London, then?
With my aunt.
Where do you live?
I'm sort of between places at the moment.
I had this flatmate, but it didn't work out.
Why not?
She worked for another paper.
Professional rivalry issue. She went a bit mental.
- God! - Yeah. It was messy.
Who was it?
What?
What was her name? I might know her.
Hiya.
Uh...
Wh-why are you here?
I work here.
Special correspondent.
Hi, I'm Holly.
Jools.
Uh, Jools is doing work experience.
Right.
Shadowing me for the day.
- Lucky you! - Yeah, I know.
- He's showing you the ropes, is he? - Exactly.
- Dishing out his pearls of wisdom. - Maybe we should...
Did he tell you where he gets his stories from?
We were just talking about that, actually.
Really?
What did he say?
Well...
Instinct.
Fascinating.
Holly?
- Mm-hm? - Your desk's just over there.
Duncan said to get you something with a view.
Excellent.
I got you a nice chair as well.
- Thanks. - Wow, good desk.
You did something right.
Yeah, he seems to think I can bring something to the paper.
He likes what I do.
Oh, I bet.
He's not with his wife anymore, is he?
I'm sorry?
I'm just saying, he recently split up with his wife.
- Conference! - I need to go.
Uh, look, maybe you should just head in.
I'll grab my stuff and I'll see you in a minute.
- It's good to meet you. - You too, Jools.
Nice of you to show her around.
Why are you here?
I told you already, I work here.
Last call!
Oh, no...
It's editors and senior staff, didn't he say?
What about Jools?
Oh, she's my guest.
Oh, come on! Look at you.
You all look knackered. What's the matter with you?
Kelly. Was there a big night last night?
- Your eyes look like shopping bags. - Thanks.
You couldn't get on a plane with those.
They'd charge you excess baggage.
But you're lucky. You get to look at me, peak of fitness that I am.
But I look at you, looking like a waiting room in a plastic surgeon's.
Except for Jools. Everyone, this is Jools.
Work experience or intern?
- Work experience. - Right.
Work experience. Right. Let's start.
I'm really...
Holly Evans.
- I think I told you. - Yeah, you did, but...
Well, then, unless you've had a massive promotion,
which I can assure you you haven't,
stay on the other side of that door.
- I was a senior editor. - Yeah, over there.
Here you're just a plod.
You have to earn your place.
Out.
I won't say anything. I'll just watch.
Promise.
Danny Lyons.
It's struck a chord.
Makes sense. We all want revenge on the blokes who stole our lunch money.
Yeah, but people are outraged that
the parents of the kids that he assaulted weren't listened to.
Well, are we looking into that?
Why he wasn't stopped?
- Yeah. School, social services... - What about his background?
- Can someone hear a noise? - He's not that well off.
- Lives with his mum and brother. - Sort of monotonous... but whiny.
What I'd want to know is, where is he getting the behaviour from?
It sounds pretty extreme.
Northern, irritating sound. Where is he now?
Why haven't we got a picture of him today?
He's at home. In his room.
We've got people outside, but it's a bit...
- But what? - He's 17. We've got to be careful.
Yeah? You know what he did?
Who's looking after him, is one of the questions I'd be asking.
- There's that noise again. - Look, sorry,
but there's a growing voice on Twitter
saying that the way he's been treated
by the media, especially the Post, is bullying itself.
What, we're bullying him?!
This is what people are saying, yes.
While he puts three people in the hospital,
pursues them at school, hounds them online,
and we're the ones in the wrong?
The point is, you've already done the story.
Don't push it. I'd move on.
Would you?
Yeah.
I want a new picture of him on the front page tomorrow.
Find out if there's anyone else he went after.
Find whichever judge let him off with a caution
and make his life a misery.
Also, see if his brother's doing the same thing.
I want us spinning this all day. Stoke it up.
- No problem. - Yep, OK.
I know this isn't what the Herald would do.
I'm not saying it's not what the Herald would do.
- But check out our circulation... - I'm saying
- it's not what the Post should do. - Holly, come here.
Come on, I'll talk to you outside. It's important.
After you.
Where was I?
Danny Lyons.
Adnan?
Hi, it's Holly Evans. We spoke a few weeks ago.
I've got a request.
With me.
Lucy, get the Chancellor of the Exchequer
to give me a call if he's got a moment, would you?
Tell him I know we're out of favour, but it'll do him good, all right?
We're doing a story about how much cash is in your pocket.
Thought we could have a look in the Chancellor's.
- What's this? - That's nothing.
Got it.
Ooh, thanks, yeah.
You want me to wrap it for you?
No, I'll check it first. No problem.
Oh, what's the camera?
What was that in there? Just showing off?
I just split up with my wife because I was sick of nagging
and now I get it at work.
Yeah, Ed mentioned that.
- You split up with her recently? - Yes.
- Why? - If you met her,
you'd understand pretty quickly.
Now, coming back to you...
I wasn't saying that you should stop with the Danny Lyons story
because it's what the Herald would do.
I honestly think that you've made the wrong call.
- Well, if you do that again... - I would.
- Do that again... - I'm saying I would.
- Can we talk about Adnan? - Is he here?
- No, not yet. - Have you started on Resonance?
- Yeah, I will. - Do that first.
- What? - It must be a present,
the camera, cos she asked if you wanted it wrapping. Who's it for?
- Do you like your desk? - Yeah.
- Good view? - Very.
So fuck off and sit at it.
Isn't she a bit young?
- I'm young. - Not that young.
She just graduated.
What are you working on?
Can't say.
- Why not? - You wrote the Lyons story yesterday.
Yeah.
Vicious.
He's 17.
- He's nearly an adult. - Sure, but right now he's a child.
Jools know what you're working on?
If you hate what we do, why are you here?
New hair, new clothes, but you're still you, aren't you?
You completely changed your opinions as well?
Journalists move papers, Ed.
Happens all the time.
Yeah. Not Holly Evans.
Look, I've got work to do. And your desk's where?
Oh, yeah. Over there, by the toilet.
He knows what you're like.
He must do. So why would he get you in?
Just cos of the Joshua West story? It doesn't make any sense.
Are you listening to me?
You are so angry, aren't you?
What bothers you so much? That I threw you out,
or I slept with you first?
No.
Call me a bitch or a slut or something like that.
Go on, I can tell you want to.
I don't want to call you anything.
- Excuse me, Holly. - Yeah.
Er, there's a man waiting for you downstairs.
- Adnan Homsi. - Good. Duncan will want to see him.
Can you bring him up? Oh, actually, don't worry about it.
I'll get him.
Adnan?
Thanks for coming.
I thought you worked at the Herald.
I moved.
Just started.
It's big.
Which helps us.
More money, frankly.
Shall we?
We'll need a pass.
- I'm sorry that took so long. - I'm used to it.
It was great that you could come so quickly. Were you working?
Yeah. I have to get back.
Well, this shouldn't take too long.
Now that I'm here, the rules are different.
Presumably the money would make a big difference.
- Yeah. It would be everything. - How is your brother?
- Yeah, he's at school now. - How's he doing?
I'm told he's the joker. He makes them all laugh.
- Really? - Yeah. Just like his uncle.
He likes to mess around.
But he does love it. And they're kind to him.
Well, all you've got to do is talk to Duncan Allen,
tell him what you told me.
What's he like?
He values honesty, so just tell him the truth and you'll be fine.
Er, take a seat.
We'll get you in to see him as soon as possible.
Do you want a coffee? Water?
Er, water.
Give me ten minutes.
Yeah.
We've spoken to the ambulance crew.
He's dead.
His mum found him.
Killed himself.
Come on, then.
Come on!
Today is saying our front page may have been a contributing factor.
They have a source saying our story was on his iPad when he was found.
- So what's the strategy? - How old was he?
- What? - The boy. How old was he?
The boy was 17.
Right.
Mate.
Strategy is the same.
He was troubled, and in the end,
did the thing he nearly made his victims do.
Punishment fits the crime.
Are you saying we're still going down that same avenue?
We report his death, "a sorry end".
Image of his body coming out of the house.
Front and centre, no apology, "the villain meets his just deserts".
"Bad karma".
That's not going to work.
Right now, you're the story. If you ignore it, you'll look unaware.
- I didn't ask you. - Actually, it's true.
Everybody's saying that our headline pushed him over the edge.
- Who? Who's everybody? - Everybody is...
- Other news outlets. Twitter. - Twitter!
You can find anything you like on Twitter.
Monkeys on typewriters.
If you keep pushing it, you're going to seem...
Consistent. Unapologetic. Like we've got clout
and don't submit to the whims of the public.
I was going to say you'll look
- arrogant. - I think
I've had enough of your constructive criticism.
I'm sorry, but I think she's right.
I... I do... We have to acknowledge it!
And do what?!
An apology to our readers?!
"Oh, I'm really sorry. I think we might have killed this boy."
He was trouble. And he was alerted to the extent
of what he'd done, and felt guilty about it. What do you think?
- You wrote it. - Er...
Well, I think we stick to the line.
Like you said.
Bad karma.
And you.
Actually, mate, I think she's got a point.
She's got a point.
Yeah.
Well. You'll be pleased to hear your collective opinion is noted,
and rejected.
So do what I am telling you,
or there will be an Afternoon of the Long Knives
and I will stab the lot of you.
Get the fuck on with it!
Hi, kids, how's it going?
Everything all right?
Er, yeah, it's fine.
Hey. Five minutes.
Er, when he slams his door, it's a sign he wants to be left on his own.
Yeah. This is important.
No. Seriously.
You should leave it.
What's the worst he can do? Let you go? Fine, you work somewhere else.
The worst?
There was a reporter here who started leaking stories to other papers.
When Duncan found out, he put the reporter's mam on the front page.
Labelled her "benefit scum".
He thinks I'm stupid. That's what I want him to think.
Maybe give him a few minutes.
All right. Thanks.
No, no-no-no, no.
I need to solve a problem, and you won't help.
You need to demonstrate some compassion.
Maybe I need to demonstrate you the door again.
When you froze in there, you asked how old the boy was.
That camera means something to you.
Is it for your son?
Something's distracting you today.
I thought I hired a journalist, I got a psychiatrist.
It's his birthday, right, and you can't see him cos you've...
split up with your wife.
Do you really wanna know?
I'm interested in what's making you unhappy, yeah.
Everyone else is too scared to ask.
She's sleeping with a billionaire banker.
They've hired lawyers to cut me out.
Why?
I imagine because I'm a bad influence.
You can't even give him a present?
No-one tells you the truth here, do you realise that?
They're all so petrified of you,
they just tell you what you want to hear.
And that works fine for me.
Adnan Homsi's here. You need to see him.
I've got a bigger problem.
Then fix it.
And how do you suggest that I do that?
I told you.
- Compassion. - Apologising would be a mistake.
Of course, so don't.
- You know what to do. - Do I? Enlighten me.
Say he's a victim.
That it wasn't the print media that did this, it was the public.
Like you said, you can find anything on Twitter, so find a load of hate
that's been thrown at him in the last 24 hours
and stick it on the front page. Make the trolls the enemy
and the Post the solution -
an anti-bullying campaign, slogans, I don't know,
a T-shirt. A complete contradiction with what you did yesterday,
but do it loud enough and no-one will notice.
Reverse ferret.
Right.
That's what they call it on Fleet Street.
- Yeah. - You head so hard
in the opposite direction that everyone's so confused,
they don't notice.
You're starting to earn your money.
OK, so sort that out, and then see Adnan. He's waiting.
Yeah. Yeah. In a second.
Yes?
Change of plan.
We're doing an anti-bullying campaign,
and I want the boy's parents.
- Danny? - He only had his mum.
Danny's mum, yeah,
- get her here. - His mum?
Yeah. I don't care how you get her,
but she needs to be endorsing our campaign in two hours.
Not enough time to get her here.
Well then get a picture and a statement, or a video.
Video's better. Get her on Skype, FaceTime, whatever.
- Video conference, record it. - That's going to be hard.
I want to hear "no problem".
You don't care how I do it?
No.
All right, then. No problem.
Hey, it's me.
Yeah, I need a phone number.
Er, landline and mobile, and I need it right now.
Er, anyone associated with the Lyons family...
- Can I bring him to your office? - Who?
- Adnan. - Not now!
What? He's waiting!
Don't worry about him, do the thing I gave you.
And that's a direct mobile?
Amazing.
Lucy, did you see the man we brought up?
- He was waiting over there. - Yeah, he just left.
Shit.
Adnan!
Adnan, wait. I'm sorry.
A new story broke, everyone's focused on that.
If you can wait half an hour...
- No. I only have an hour off my work. - OK, five minutes.
Five minutes and I'll try and...
Is it important to him, you know, what happened to me?
It...
It's just how a paper works.
There's a lot of competing stories.
Why does he have to see me himself?
It's a lot of money for a story like this.
I've only just started, I haven't built up the trust yet.
I saw 93 men, women and children slaughtered,
and then thrown into a pit.
I stood there and didn't do anything about it.
I couldn't do anything about it.
I know where they are,
and I want someone to go out there,
dig up their bodies and give them to whatever family that is left.
Do you think that's important?
Of course.
It's worth the money, huh?
Yeah.
Do you know how I know it was 93?
I counted.
It was all I could do.
You know, at least try to remember how many there were.
Adnan.
We will do this.
But not today.
What, is this other story more important than mine? Or is it...
Is it just closer to home?
I have to work.
I'll keep trying.
Hi, Mrs Lyons. I'm fully aware of what a difficult time this is
and your feelings about the Post's headline,
but this is a chance to save your son's reputation.
Yeah, it's all right, it's all right. Take your time.
No, I know he was a victim of circumstance himself.
That's why I want you to take part in our campaign.
Let's make him a hero, together.
I think it might be good for you too.
You know, we'd look after you, arrange everything, and...
if you were able to record a short message for us,
maybe we can find a way to contribute towards Danny's funeral.
Something extra for you at this difficult time.
Your idea, you see.
You're good here.
I knew you would be, you're a natural.
H-How much would cover your needs?
2,000?
Four!
I didn't realise you'd call his mum.
Oh, no half-measures.
Adnan's gone.
- So? - He was waiting, and...
So Freddie... So Freddie's mum got him a mobile.
Right? But she doesn't know that I've got the number,
so I could call him directly to say happy birthday.
What do you think?
You said you were interested.
It might cause problems if his mum heard it.
It might make everything worse. But what do you think?
Should I call him?
Adnan's had to go to work. We took too long.
- Yeah, forget about him now. - We've lost his trust!
Well, that's your problem. Can you help me with mine?
Why would I do that?
Well, look... You know what? How about we say 5,000?
Yeah?
Excellent.
Well, look, there should be someone at your front door
right now with an iPad.
They'll set it up and give you some instructions.
Yeah, that's them. Yeah, if you can just go and answer the door.
Great.
All right.
All right, thank you.
What?
Are you learning a lot?
Yeah.
Come on.
You know what? Actually, at least I'm committed to something.
Yeah, there are things the Post do that feel bad,
and-and-and sometimes we're not proud of the means,
but ultimately we do better news to more people
than anything at the Herald, and we're funny at the same time.
There's nothing wrong with that.
So you're proud of this?
Yeah, I am.
Are you gonna tell your mum about it?
Yeah, that's good.
That's really good, Kate.
Thank you. Nice work.
Thank you.
Oh!
Right, we're on.
Mrs Lyons.
Mrs... Mrs Lyons?
Sorry. Sorry, Mrs Lyons, we're having trouble hearing you.
Mrs Lyons? This is Duncan Allen, editor at the Post.
If you... If you look at the screen in front of you,
you might be able to see me.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
And I... Can she hear me?
Yeah, should be able to.
Mrs Lyons?
Ah.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
I'm very pleased that you feel able to help us with this campaign.
Now, it would be great if you could
say something like what's on the paper there.
And if you try to memorise it, get familiar with it,
it's better if doesn't sound like you're reading.
OK?
Yeah.
She needs to speak up. She needs to be louder.
I don't approve of what you did.
Er, having trouble hearing you, Mrs Lyons. Sorry.
I want Danny to be remembered.
He's a victim too.
Yeah, exactly, that's how we all feel.
He's not a monster.
I understand. Of course.
Are we... Are we ready? Are we...?
- Can we go? - Is she ready?
I just heard this was your idea.
- What? - The reversal.
To reposition us.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
And now I get it.
You're not here because he wants to sleep with you.
It's cos he wants to groom you.
You're just as ruthless as him.
She looks like my mum.
What?
The day my dad died.
She came into school to tell me, and she looked just like that.
Like she had no idea what was going on.
My son was a bully.
But he was also a victim of bullying.
That's why I want to support the Post's new campaign -
Bully For No-One.
He's right.
I am ruthless.
What you doing?!
Slow down!
Oh! I thought you'd left.
I have.
- Why are you dressed like that? - I don't know what you mean.
Well, I didn't even know you owned a skirt look, oh!
- Jesus! - What? I'm joking!
I'm dressed like this cos I've got a new job.
Where?
Oh, Holly, no!
Oh, no way! Come on!
I just saw Holly.
- Where? At your house? - No, in the square.
- Literally just now. - Does she want her old job back?
No.
She's working at the Post.
What?
Are you joking?
Conference!
So we'll keep pushing,
and we'll print something when you've got it. OK? Next.
Er, yes.
Er...
Take your time.
The cashless society.
It's everywhere today.
- Not interesting. - I was thinking about
doing an in-depth piece, actually.
It's a non-issue. People don't use cash,
- they haven't for years. - I do.
- Yeah, well... - What?
- Well, I mean,
- you're not exactly tech-savvy. - Sure, but I do have a credit card.
Do you pay for things with your phone?
I call up John Lewis sometimes...
Not what I meant.
Sorry, can I ask a question?
How many of you bought the print edition last year?
Put your hand up.
Right.
Do the longer piece, but focus on
the information they get from our actions.
- The intrusion, not the nostalgia. - OK, sure.
Shouldn't we also do a piece on the people who actually use cash
- and for what purpose? - Sure, that's good.
- I thought you just said... - I changed my mind.
- Hard to keep up. Do both.
Next.
- Next? - Sorry, one minute.
While we're waiting,
I assume all of you can get the paper here for free,
so how many of you know someone
who actually buys the print edition regularly?
Yeah, not many.
And that makes sense, cos we only sell 160,000 nationally.
And it costs £2.
£2 for 30 cheap pages.
That's a lot for most people.
OK.
Craig!
- That means carry on. - Er...
- Do you want me to start? - Danny Lyons.
I think we covered him pretty comprehensively yesterday, right?
But if there's any developments,
- we can address... - Nope.
Sorry, Leona. Sorry, last thing. Despite not reading it,
or knowing anyone who reads it,
who would miss the print edition if it stopped?
And there's the problem.
Amina, I think we should... WHISTLES ...stay.
Yes, sorry. Please.
Harry! Sport.
Er, we're leading on the shock resignation of Jessie Cox
from Rangers last night.
What... was... that?
Just laying the groundwork.
So, Holly... Oh! She's not there.
Did you hear Holly's started at the Post?
What? No way!
- Why? - I don't know.
Well, I assume they're paying her a lot of money. She's a talent.
- Yeah, but her, of all people? - Good luck to her.
You all ready for this afternoon?
Yes.
- Big day. - For you too.
Like the jacket.
Thank you.
No, it's nice. No, it's good.
Did I tell you I saw the Board yesterday?
They've had the sign-off from legal, commercial.
- Full backing. - That's good.
What's the matter?
I spoke to Susie last night.
I assume you speak to her most nights.
I told her.
Oh.
Oh, yeah.
EXHALES She was so...
...calm.
Freaked me out, actually.
We had dinner and we talked.
We talked all night, and went through everything.
She says she wants to keep trying
because of the children.
She said she still loves me.
And what did you say?
I said I wanted to keep trying too.
You still love her, I'm sure.
I promised her that nothing would ever happen between us again.
Because you still love her.
I mean, you and me
was just something we needed to get out of our systems.
I don't want to lose my family.
Right.
Cos... she's the one.
Not me. You love her.
Yeah.
I know. I knew that.
- We both knew that. - And with all the changes,
with everything that's happening in here today,
you know, I wanted to make sure that we were OK.
Everyone's talking about us, and it's not helpful.
- Everyone's not talking about us. - Yes, they are.
There's even a name for it.
- What? - Pamina.
- Yeah.
- Is that an opera reference? - It's like a...
It's a combination of Peter and Amina...
Yeah, I know, but it's also a character
- from The Magic Flute. - Look, I don't know...
Do you think our staff are that cultured?
- I'd love to think so. - Please.
No, I get it, we're stopping.
Yeah, OK.
You ready for this afternoon?
I think so.
Leona's right, got your special jacket on.
Yeah, wanted to make an effort.
Yeah.
Attention, everybody.
Attention, everyone. We've got a bit of an announcement to make.
If everyone could just head down in this direction, please.
In an orderly fashion, everybody.
We're all passionate about delivering our news
to as many people as possible.
But the truth is, our print edition
barely reaches a dwindling readership.
The website's well-attended, but it's currently free of charge.
We've tried to ask people to donate voluntarily,
but that hasn't been as successful as we'd hoped.
The culture's changing,
and we are going to have to change with it, quickly.
So we're going to.
In two weeks' time, the Herald will become a free paper.
It'll be distributed across the country,
and our aim is to have a readership
at least four times the current size.
It'll be slimmed down, and carry more advertising.
The main news on the website will continue to be free of charge,
but for in-depth articles, people are going to have to start to pay.
We are aiming not to lose any staff as we make this restructure,
and if it goes well, we may even be able to take on more people.
Peter is going to be the day-to-day editor of the new free Herald,
and Leona is going to be his deputy.
She is exactly what we need. Herald through and through.
Real energy, new ideas and she'll keep Peter
- in the 21st century. - Well, she can try.
I'll put all the details in an email
so you can understand what it might mean for you individually.
I know it's a big change, for all of us.
But it means that we won't just survive, we will thrive.
And many more different sorts of people will get their news from us.
If you've got any questions, you know where to find us...
Holly.
Is that normal, what happened with the mum?
Er, it happens, yeah.
Where's Holly gone?
I don't know.
She didn't seem to like it.
Well, she's not a very good fit.
I doubt she'll last the day.
Do you want to get something to eat?
Yeah, I'm not sure I'm a good fit either.
What?
That story they found on his computer,
that Danny Lyons was looking at.
You wrote that.
- Yeah, I did. - Calling him a monster?
The headline was picked by the back bench.
But it says monster in the article, I read it.
He... He put other kids in hospital.
Yeah.
I might speak to Raz, if that's all right?
It's been great working with you, but I might actually head off.
I'm not sure this is for me.
If Danny Lyons was normal,
he wouldn't have hospitalised three children.
What I wrote didn't kill him. He did that himself.
You want to spend some time with the pictures desk.
You know, some of the stuff they see from murder scenes and war zones.
So much you can't even print.
We tell people what's going on,
but we can only do that if we get their attention first.
This is the real world.
You don't like it?
No.
Then you're right. You should go home.
What?
Lucy?
Where's Holly?
Er, I don't know.
_
Lucy!
That man - the man that Holly brought in.
- Did we get his details? - He left.
Yeah, I know, but did we get his name, phone number,
- where he lived...? - Holly had them, I think?
Holly's gone.
She's...
Well, then no. Sorry.
Fine.
Lucy?
Yeah?
Can you wrap this?
No problem.
They caused the boy's death.
They offered his mother money to cover themselves
and then they all stood around and forced her to record that message.
The piece would expose all of it.
How they operate, and, at the centre of it, that horrific man.
He even has a safe where he keeps stories in case he needs them
for blackmail or intimidation.
- Did you see it? - Yeah, he gave me
something from it to look at.
It would compromise the Prime Minister, apparently.
I want to write about the Post for tonight's edition, all of it.
So that people remember Danny Lyons
and they understand what they did to him.
You're saying you want to come back?
Not to my old job.
I...
I want to be a reporter.
That's all.
You said a lot of things when you walked out.
- I know, look... - That we were ignoring the problems,
that if we didn't do something, in a year, we'd be finished.
Yeah. I was upset.
You were right. Did you hear what we were saying out there?
- Most of it. - There were problems,
we weren't addressing them. But now we are.
As we're restructuring,
I think it's a good time to take people on.
You should have always been writing.
Say what you like about Duncan, but he spotted it a while ago.
We will pay you a retainer.
You'll have work hard for it, but all you do is report, write.
Yeah.
I ask one thing back. You have to accept
that I'm your editor-in-chief.
Ultimately, what I say is what happens.
I'm sorry I went.
Yeah, I was sorry, too.
Yeah.
Go on, then. Go and... work on this story.
Yeah, can I have an advance?
Why?
5,000.
There's summat that I've got to sort out.
5,000 of your salary?
Yeah.
All right.
OK. Thanks.
What was the story from the safe that he wanted you to cover?
I-I-I don't know.
All it said was "Resonance".
He thought it was...
- Resonance? - Yeah, he thought it was
connected to MI5 or...?
Hang on.
James!
Months ago, remember that man came forward, said he worked for MI5?
- Have I done something wrong? - What was the name
of the programme he told you about?
Er, Resonance.
Oh, what, what have I done?
Holly, we're going to have to hold that story on the Post.
James, come in, shut the door. We're going to have to talk.
Yes?
It's Duncan Allen.
Oh, Jesus.
I've got a present for Freddie. Can I give it to him?
Hello?
Who are you?
His assistant.
He said you had something to deliver?
Well, I want to deliver it myself.
That's not possible.
Whoa, be careful!
It's... It's a bit fragile.
I'm sorry that it's late.
The Herald want to tell your story.
You said the Herald doesn't pay.
They don't. But I will.
Here's 100 for goodwill and to say sorry about this afternoon.
You should call me.
We can meet tomorrow lunchtime, make a start.
Back at the Herald now, huh?
Yeah.
For good?
Yeah.
Good.
Thank you.
The Herald has got something.
- What's the story? - Resonance.
In the whole time that I have been at the Herald, there has never been
- a story as important as this. - If we allow this to carry on,
it's the complete end of society as we know it.
- Stop them printing it. - It's not my job
to shut down stories in other newspapers.
I'm thinking maybe you're in decline.
I've told him we're going to stop him from seeing Fred.
You won't.
It's about Resonance.
That's the sort of journalist you want to be?
I get the story.
Turns out you're a bit of a shit, really, aren't you?
You want to talk, let's talk.
You're my next story.
Write what you like.
I dare you.