For a moment it seems as if this isn't the Lizzie Bennet Diaries at all, as the camera is not in its usual place; instead of the stone fireplace of the den, we see greenery - what looks like a hedge, with overgrown grasses sticking out of it haphazardly. Moreover, the camera is wiggling like crazy. After a moment, though, the camera settles and someone walks out to sit down in front of it - Lizzie.

She gives a smile and waves. "Hey, Internet," she opens. "We have some changes going on today!" She gestures towards the camera. "Firstly, I'm actually filming with my phone right now." She doesn't look too pleased. "My mom decided to comandeer my camera today. She wants to take footage of some local banquet halls for Jane to look at. Why, you may ask?" She momentarily affects a southern accent. "Why, as potential wedding reception locations, of course!" Rolling her eyes and dropping the accent, she gives a long-suffering sigh. "No, Jane and Bing are not engaged...but of course my mother thinks that any day they will be, so, in order to be able to 'spring into action' with plans for the summer wedding that she's positive will be happening this year..." She quirks her mouth with annoyance. "Yeah. So...no camera for me today!"

Another sigh, and she gestures around her. "And the second change, as I'm sure you can see, is the location." A smile crosses her face. "I'm actually treating myself a bit. I just finished my report on Pemberley, so I thought I would celebrate by filming outside, since the weather's really fantastic today." She looks about at her surroundings a bit. "I used to come here and play a lot when I was a kid. It's just a little spot at the side of our house; lots of overgrown pretty...ish...wildernessy bits...the plants smell nice, it's a good place to hang out when you just want a little privacy-"

Her monologue is interrupted by her phone ringing. "Sorry," she says, frowning apologetically as she reaches towards the phone to answer the call. The camera wiggles as she does so. "Hello?" she asks.

"Liz? This is Catherine De Bourgh," comes a cultured, imperious, unamused voice.

Lizzie's eyes go wide with unaffected shock. "Ms. De Bourgh...what a surprise..." she manages to get out.

"Mmm," comes the answer, in an unamused tone. "Liz, I find that seeing the people with whom I'm having a conversation is vastly preferable if one wants effective communication."

Lizzie coughs out a laugh. "Um...well...I don't really see how that's possible..."

A snort can be heard. "It's quite simple, you can download the Domino prototype app that I'm using, simply push the icon on your screen and let's get on with this."

"Domino?" Lizzie repeats, looking surprised and confused. She squints and leans forward to get a closer look at her phone. "Push for video..." she murmurs to herself as she reads the screen. Her finger comes up towards the camera, and the view wiggles again briefly as she touches the phone. "Accept...terms of service..." Lizzie murmurs again, and there's another wiggle and a cheerful "ploink" sound.

Suddenly, an aqua-themed interface overlay pops onto the video, and Lizzie leans back in surprise, blinking rapidly as an in-screen window labelled "Call from Catherine De Bourgh" expands to reveal the face of a very stylish-looking older woman with half-spectacles, dressed in what appears to be an elegant and expensive suit. There is some elaborate jacquard wallpaper behind her, and we can only just see the ears and top of the head of the dog which is presumably seated on her lap, and which she strokes repeatedly. She purses her lips critically. "Ah, there you are," she remarks.

"Uh..." comes Lizzie's bewildered response. "Ms. De Bourgh, I'm actually filming right now, so I think that means you're also on cam-"

"Yes, yes," Catherine cuts in. "I'm calling to speak with you on an important matter." The snooty intonations of her voice and the way she looks down her nose over her glasses towards Lizzie are extremely familiar to anyone who's ever heard Lizzie's imitations of the woman; clearly our heroine's costume theatre portrayal was bang-on.

"Oh...kay...?" comes Lizzie's response.

"I'm sure you know why I have called you," Catherine opens confidently.

Lizzie sinks back into her chair, evidently much confused. "Um...no?"

"Oh, please," is the haughty reply, accompanied by an even more sour look. "There is no advantage to be gained from playing dumb with me, Liz." As the confusion on Lizzie's face deepens, now beginning to be tinged with irritation, Catherine continues. "At any rate, I prefer to be open and honest in my dealings with others, so I shall speak plainly. A rumour has arisen within the media industry that you," the emphasis on the pronoun and the accompanying derisive lift of the eyebrows clearly not intended to be complimentary, "have received, from my nephew, the offer of a job at Pemberley. A very senior position within the company!" Her nostrils flare briefly. "Naturally, given your total lack of any meaningful work experience, the rumour is that such an offer could only have come because you are..." here there is a pause, punctuated only by harsher breathing from Catherine and widening eyes from Lizzie, "sleeping with my poor nephew," she finishes, with utter distate in her tone and expression.

At this last, Lizzie goes instantly white as a sheet, and the only sound that can be heard is the shallow panting of the dog on Catherine's lap. The conversational silence is broken only by Lizzie's pathetic attempt at speech: "Wh...uh...are you...serious?"

"Oh, don't pretend you don't know about this," scorns Catherine; the dog on her lap whines as she gives it a particularly vigorous stroking. "I'm sure you must have been the source of this rumour, so that you could appear well-connected and sought-after as a job prospect! Tsk," she chides patronizingly, rolling her eyes in annoyance, "the desperation some people have; the lengths they will go to in order to find employment. At any rate," she resumes, "I am here to insist that you recant your story, and set about squashing this rumour at once!"

Lizzie's mouth has been getting progressively tighter with every sentence out of Catherine's mouth, and she now retreats into the mood her long-time viewers will have no problems recognizing as 'cold fury'.

"I don't believe I can help you there."

"What?!" comes the enraged response, and there is a pathetic sort of whingey squawk from the poor dog in Catherine's lap as she makes a sudden, involuntary start of indignation. "How dare you. You come from a family on the brink of financial ruin! A family which, I might add, only barely escaped the scandal of your younger sister releasing a sex tape for all the world to see! You have no previous employment to speak of, you don't even have a graduate degree, and yet you seek to rise above yourself by conniving for a position in a high-profile media company far beyond your capabilities? My nephew may enjoy the sight of a pretty face and," with a dismissive gesture towards the camera, "some overexposed decollatage, but if you think for one moment that he would condescend to sleep with the likes of you, let alone allow his personal life to influence his choice of employees? You are gravely mistaken. The staff of Pemberley will not be tarnished by the addition of slutty trash!"

Pushed beyond endurance, Lizzie's eyes and nostrils flare widely; she almost jumps out of her seat. "How dare you?!" she shouts. "Could you possibly be any more insulting?" And not just to me, but to Darcy, who is perfectly capable of making his own decisions for his own company, and his own love life!" Upon realising that she's mentioned "Darcy" and "love life" in the same sentence, Lizzie reddens and falters, subdued. Catherine wastes no time pressing her advantage.

"He is my nephew - I have every right to ensure that he is not taken advantage of by conniving young women such as yourself. Now once and for all, has he made you a job offer?"

The two women glare at each other. Finally Lizzie states, with as much pride as she can muster, "No, he has not."

Catherine's relaxes slightly. "And are you sleeping with him?"

Lizzie's own body seems to slump slightly; she sinks back into her chair. Looking down at her lap, she replies, "No, I am not."

Catherine relaxes even further and smiles with smug satisfaction. "And you will promise me that neither of those things will ever happen," she states imperiously.

Lizzie's expression hardens again; her glance flickers away from the image of Catherine on her screen to look briefly at the camera with a mixed expression of embarrassment, guilt, and irony. Then she takes a deep breath and looks back confidently and angrily toward Catherine. "I will make NO such promise...about either of those things," she says clearly.

The reaction of Catherine's body language is pronounced; she starts again, provoking another hapless squawk. Then, leaning towards the camera, her tone becomes soft and deadly. "I see. So this is your final answer. Well then, I will know how to act. I will exert the full scale of my influence to ensure that you are kept out of the industry entirely. Your name will be mud, and there is certainly no way you will ever receive any references from me."

And with this, Catherine leans forward to push a button on her phone, and the inline window displaying her image folds up and disappears, leaving Lizzie shaking with fury and fear. Slowly she moves her eyes back to look at the audience again, and takes a deep, steadying breath. She looks like she is about to say something, but then thinks better of it with a little shake of her head. Pursing her lips and reaching out towards the camera with a slightly shaking finger, she mutters to herself, "How do I turn this thing off?" The shot wiggles as she tries pressing a number of things, and finally she growls in frustration. "Arrghhh! What is with this stupid...Domino...I just want to stop recording!"

The screen instantly goes black.