Whatever else the Leveson inquiry turns out to have been – we're doing a lot of speed reading as I type – it was fine theatre. A Hogarthian cast of characters, from Britain's lordliest media barons to subalterns on the yellowest of yellow rags. A decent smattering of celebs. The odd outburst of tears. A superlative solo performance from the capricious Robert Jay, who managed to make witness-questioning look (to twist a phrase) like reading the thesaurus by flashes of lightning.
Which only leaves one question: who's going to option the script? The Tricycle theatre in London made drama out of the Bloody Sunday and Stephen Lawrence inquiries, after all; Spielberg's studio has optioned the Wikileaks saga. Surely it's only a matter of time.