FOR Reporting Trump’s First Year: The Fourth Estate (BBC2, Sunday, 9pm), Liz Garbus took her cameras into the New York Times, the newspaper The Donald loves to hate. In doing so she confirmed a couple of things. One, real journalists look nothing like movie ones (better looking you say? Well …). Two, as the paper’s managing editor said, Trump is a great story, perhaps the greatest this generation of reporters will have. So how are they faring?

Exhausted but weirdly elated judging by this film. It was a compelling opener, and flattering to its subjects, showing reporters putting in long hours and a lot of effort to extract the truth. Some questions remained unasked, however, like how did the media manage to call the 2016 presidential election so badly? Why didn’t they see Trump coming? Maybe answers will emerge in the next three parts.

Every now and then I like to catch up with Outlander (More 4, Thursday, 9pm) to see if it is still crazy after all these years. The answer: yes, yes, and thrice yes. The time travelling love story has now reached the 18th century and Jamie and Claire are trying to head off Bonnie Prince Charlie’s rebellion. According to Jamie, who knows about these things, Scotland and her people cannot bear another failed revolt. Plus ca change as they say in France, where the couple are holed up temporarily.

Despite being heavily pregnant and up to her oxters in international intrigue, Claire finds the time to volunteer at the local hospital where a squad of nuns, led by Mother Hildegarde (Frances de la Tour) look after the poor. Claire cannot use any of her 20th century medical knowledge, obvs, so she improvises, in one case by testing someone’s urine by putting a drop of it on her tongue. “Sugar sickness” she pronounces, gazing at the diabetic patient. Not to be outdone, Mother H’s dog can sniff out infection, too.

Claire gets home after a hard shift to an unimpressed Jamie. “How will lancing boils and tasting urine help to save Scotland?” he barks at Claire. Well, Jamie, if we had a pound for every time someone asked that. Rest assured, Outlander remains a glorious pile of pus.

We were back in Trumpian reality with Inside the American Embassy (Channel 4, Monday, 10pm). This time, it was the cameras from Channel 4 that had been granted “unprecedented access” for a year. Does any documentary ever start by saying they had been given the same old take it or leave it access?

The first programme introduced the new American ambassador to London, one Woody Johnson. Woody, a billionaire, raised more than $18 million to elect Donald Trump. No, I have no idea how he got the ambassador’s job. Good interview, maybe?

Woody’s USP as ambassador seemed to be that he saw everything in terms of making sales. Someone had the not so bright idea of commissioning a poll of Britons to find out what they really thought about President Trump, the better to “frame” messages about him. Overwhelmingly, respondents were not in the market to buy a state visit. In diplomatic circles this sort of thing is called “awkward”.

If you think Mr Trump is a tough sell, try punting a new sitcom into the crowded schedules. Stath Lets Flats (Channel 4, Wednesday, 10pm) had an advantage in that it was written by Robert “Friday Night Dinner” Popper and Jamie Demetriou, who also starred as the titular London lettings agent. Thick as two short planks but arrogant with it, the only reason Stath had a job alongside such sharp operators as Carole (the always wonderful Katy Wix) is that his father owns the firm (don’t worry kid, Donald Trump had the same kind of start). This was comedy of the silly clot kind, as when Stath tried to get a pigeon out of a loft, causing maximum damage, Frank Spencer-style. Some dads do have ‘em. Reader, I giggled. I’ll be back next week.

Unlike Saga Noren, heroine of The Bridge (BBC2, Friday, 9pm), which bowed out for good. This season’s storyline has not been one of the drama’s strongest. As if to confirm that, everything appeared to be wrapped up early on, leaving The Bridge to concentrate on what has made it such a success – the characters.

Oh me of little faith. It was a bluff, with Saga putting all the pieces together in the last five minutes, making for a thrilling end.

Best of all was the part reconciliation between Saga and Henrik, the detective with Asperger’s and the ex-addict. “We’ve managed quite well considering the psychosocial difficulties we’ve had,” said Saga. Henrik smiled. Bogart and Bergman, eat your hearts out.