Wednesday morning.
Ken's office.
Moira Ross enters.
Moira, how's it hanging?
Not so bad since I had the therapy, thanks. Now look, Ken, you have to help me.
How, honeybun?
OK, the Christmas Special got slated and the last series didn't get the acclaim it deserved. I need a HIT-SHOW and I need it now.
Go on, sweetcheeks.
It's a spectacular! SCD: The GAY Gordons! You have to get me 10 Gordons within the week to start rehearsals.
It can't be done!
Hey, I've signed up the big one already, Ken!
OK, so you got Ramsay. But what about Brown? How'm I supposed to find him? Nobody's seen him since Methuselah was a boy!
You're the detective, Ken. What do I pay your for?
Speaking of remuneration - what's in it for me?
Ken, Ken, Ken. We're spending a lot on Ramsay and this is an age of austerity so how about a personal reading with Russell Grant, a dance lesson with Aliona and a lifetime's supply of sequins?
Hmm, I suppose those dental veneers and forehead fillers don't come cheap. OK, I'll go with the sequins and the dance lesson. Make it Natalie AND Flavia though. Ya get me?
And Russell?
I'll pass on Russell.
Sorry, what did you say? You'll do WHAT on Russell?
Moira, stop muckin' about. And you do know Ramsay isn't gay. The whole nation knows.
They don't technically have to be gay. Russell is giving them a crash course in campery before they get down to the dancing. That should be enough to satisfy Ofcom.
But that's still only two out of ten!
Ken, I'm giving you Natalie AND Flavia. If that doesn't motivate you....
Moira leaves.
Ken muses.
8 more Gordons!
Can YOU help?
Ken's office.
Moira Ross enters.
Moira, how's it hanging?
Not so bad since I had the therapy, thanks. Now look, Ken, you have to help me.
How, honeybun?
OK, the Christmas Special got slated and the last series didn't get the acclaim it deserved. I need a HIT-SHOW and I need it now.
Go on, sweetcheeks.
It's a spectacular! SCD: The GAY Gordons! You have to get me 10 Gordons within the week to start rehearsals.
It can't be done!
Hey, I've signed up the big one already, Ken!
OK, so you got Ramsay. But what about Brown? How'm I supposed to find him? Nobody's seen him since Methuselah was a boy!
You're the detective, Ken. What do I pay your for?
Speaking of remuneration - what's in it for me?
Ken, Ken, Ken. We're spending a lot on Ramsay and this is an age of austerity so how about a personal reading with Russell Grant, a dance lesson with Aliona and a lifetime's supply of sequins?
Hmm, I suppose those dental veneers and forehead fillers don't come cheap. OK, I'll go with the sequins and the dance lesson. Make it Natalie AND Flavia though. Ya get me?
And Russell?
I'll pass on Russell.
Sorry, what did you say? You'll do WHAT on Russell?
Moira, stop muckin' about. And you do know Ramsay isn't gay. The whole nation knows.
They don't technically have to be gay. Russell is giving them a crash course in campery before they get down to the dancing. That should be enough to satisfy Ofcom.
But that's still only two out of ten!
Ken, I'm giving you Natalie AND Flavia. If that doesn't motivate you....
Moira leaves.
Ken muses.
8 more Gordons!
Can YOU help?




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