At the end of an Attenborough nature documentary, there’s a behind-the-scenes segment showing how the sausage is made, as it were. Scoop (Netflix, Friday) did the same for Newsnight’s interview with Prince Andrew. Yes, that interview.

There are now two filmed dramatisations of the sit-down. This one, based on the book by Sam McAlister, the booker who secured the interview, is the first to arrive. McAlister comes out of it well, natch, being portrayed as a plucky, working-class single mum who drags the snooty Newsnight lot into the social media age.

Andrew’s interrogator, Emily Maitlis, is played with eerie accuracy by Gillian Anderson (who also played Mrs T in The Crown) and Andrew by Rufus Sewell (also excellent). Holding the coats was Keeley Hawes as the palace aide who thought the interview would do Andrew a power of good and put that whole Epstein business to rest once and for all. Wonder how that worked out. 

Did we know any more after this 103-minute film? Meeja folk will snicker, and those who think Andrew is a pillock will be confirmed in their opinion. Otherwise, not a lot. For a long spell the most exciting moment was probably when Maitlis’s whippet, Moody, was accused of stealing someone’s Nandos. The absolute cheek. Never work with children or journalists, Moody.

After the business with Mel Gibson and Braveheart I thought the Scots were the most touchy about actors mangling our accents. Along to prove me wrong is Steven Knight and his sprawling new drama, This Town (BBC1, Sunday-Monday).

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Having made the Brummie accent cool in Peaky Blinders, Knight must have thought he would be continuing the good work in this 1980s-set, state of the nation piece. Not so fast, bab. Within minutes of his six-part drama beginning, the grumbling had started on social media.

As someone who grew up with Amy Turtle, Benny and Miss Diane from Crossroads, I thought everyone sounded dandy. As did This Town as a whole, graced as it was by what could have been the Desert Island Discs playlist of anyone around at the time.

The story is that golden oldie, the setting up of a band. Not that Knight was in a hurry to get going with it. He took a long time setting out the various strands of the tale, maybe too long for some. Even after two episodes the band had still not played a note or written a line of a song. There was plenty to enjoy along the way, starting with the performance of Levi Brown as Dante, the duffle coat-wearing poet, college student and all-round “good kid” who marches to his own beat. Not for him the riots of 1981, but he stumbles into one anyway and gets whacked by a truncheon all the same.

From police v locals in Lozells Road in Birmingham it is on to the Falls Road in Belfast where the rioting, this time against the British army, has stepped up several notches in ferocity. On the army side is Gregory (Jordan Bolger), Dante’s older brother. After him we are introduced to their cousin, Barden (Ben Rose), whose Irish nationalist father wants to get his son into the bombs and bullets business, much to the lad’s horror.

This is just the beginning of the tension-fuelled fun as Knight continues his broad, Dickens-like introductory sweep. This is bold, assured, storytelling by a writer at the peak of his game, and there has not been as promising a cast of young actors on show since Our Friends in the North. High praise indeed but so far This Town merits it.

A Life in Ten Pictures (BBC2, Thursday) hit the jackpot again with Robin Williams as its subject. Few would have been surprised to hear that his mother loved a practical joke, whoopee cushions being her weapon of choice. Otherwise, this one-hour voyage around the star of Mork and Mindy, Good Morning Vietnam, and Good Will Hunting kept the revelations coming at a fair old rate.

With talking heads ranging from his half-brother, his son and his first wife, Valerie Velardi, a picture emerged of Williams as a perfectionist who had to keep moving forward to the next job and the next one.

One of the most revealing pictures, and perhaps the saddest, was the shot of him in a limo, clutching the Oscar he had just won, on his fourth attempt, for Good Will Hunting. He looks a mixture of relieved and at the same time terrified. Where did he go from here? How do you top this?

His son said Williams thought it was his “mission” to make people laugh, even if that meant entertaining the troops in Afghanistan over a freezing Christmas.

With the parts drying up the depression that had dogged him throughout his life set in again, and then came the Parkinson’s to steal the last of his sparkle. His original fans had moved on by then, but as the worldwide shock at his death showed, they never forgot him.