Harry's heartbeat hammered in his chest as the quiz show host turned to him and said, Remind me of your chosen charity. It's suicide prevention. A little independent down in Bristol. They have this helpline you can call if you feel you're standing on the edge. Well, that all sounds commendable. The quiz show host replied as he tried to not look too bored. And I presume that winning cash will make an impact? It means everything and they've already got plans for it all. Are you feeling brave? Will you gamble with what you've already won? Do you feel lucky? This is primetime entertainment. We've budgeted for this. There's fifty grand of advertising revenue ready to transfer. Ready to transform lives. But don't be nervous! It's only a game. It's only other people's futures you can change. Harry rose to fame on a wave of vacuous reality TV. It hurt his self-esteem when he read tweets. His chance was now. To leave a lasting legacy. To make his daughter proud. Now, I don't mean to rush you mate, but this is live TV and you're here to add value as today's celebrity. Your agent said you'd gamble if it ever came to this, so what're you gonna do? I'll take the risk. I'll take the risk. Harry pulled over on the M5. Rain hammered on the windscreen as he looked down at his messages to find one from the charity thanking him for trying. He clocked the helpline at the end and felt his fingers dialling it. I'm not feeling brave. I took a gamble on what I'd already won. I should feel lucky that I work in entertainment. I need to be saved. I'm doing everything I can to just hold on. I should feel something more than this. I'll take the risk. There's budget for this. This is primetime entertainment. There's budget for this. I'll take the risk.