Now imagine the phone call:
Martin: Hello, Caroline? It’s Martin.
Caroline: Oh hi, Martin. (yawns) Sorry, been up at all hours for the shoot.
M: Yeah. Sorry about calling so late. How is the thing going?
C: Oh, you know, lots of fourteen hour days, and cold as the dickens up here. The usual – fog, cold, rain, as bad as that forest!
M: Typical of the rotten business we’re in, right? Sorry to call, but I wanted to speak with you. Is this a bad time?
C: No, no. The kids just got to sleep and Michael is reading a book.
M: Ah, yes, well… here’s the thing.
C: Oh… you did say that they weren’t sure; ITV, I mean.
M: Yeah, well they’ve hashed it over and it seems, well they don’t think Series 6 was quite good enough.
C: But, but the ratings are just as good as… Damn.
M: Yeah, well Philippa and I are just heart-broken about it – went back and forth with the telly folk. Argued ’til we were blue in the face. Bad news I’m afraid.
C: Well, fine… we’ve had a pretty good run. But you know, I’m getting mobbed in the market. One old biddy practically hit me she was so mad. How can you leave him, she yelled.
M: Had a bit of that myself. But Caroline… we really appreciate all you’ve done.
C: Thanks Martin, it has been fun; really, but we’ve left them in a terrible spot haven’t we?
M: True, true. Lost in the stars.
C: It won’t be (sniffs) ever the same will it?
M: A time to live; a time to die. No. But there is one thing more…
C: Yeah?
M: They did say that there is one thing we might do, you can do.
C: (Sighs) Yeah?
M: I need you to check your schedule…
C: Okay... for when?
M: Let me see, I’ve got it here somewhere. Oh yes, keep your schedule open from March the first to end of July 2015. Seems we’ll have to spending just a teeny more time together… in Port Isaac. They HAVE commissioned it!
C: OOOhhh! You rat, you really had me going!!
M: (chuckles) Got you! (laughs aloud)
C: Wow! Wow! That’s just great! (yells) Hey Michael, we’re on for Series 7!!!