Cast profile

Chad Carrigan

Director

Chad Carrigan directing from the Tonight with Dick and Marge set.

Each frame is a battle. Each show, the victory.

Chad turns Dick and Marge’s sparring into a coherent broadcast, juggling volumetric cameras, audience prompts, and live fact-checks in real time.

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Backstory

Chad was born in Schenectady, New York, to a snowplough driver and a lunch lady who taught him that punctuality, profanity, and black coffee could fix anything. Raised on late-night reruns and Cold War paranoia, he grew up believing life should be edited in real time. By nineteen, he’d bluffed his way into a PBS job and clawed upward—lighting, audio, field camera, editing—until he could cut a news package faster than most people could blink.

At WNET, he worked on documentaries and town halls with the intensity of a man at war with mediocrity. Stints at MSNBC and Channel 4 in the UK cemented his legend—and his notoriety. He once told a presenter, “If your face is that stiff, we’ll use Mount Rushmore instead.” After a Royal Wedding fiasco, he swore it was sabotage, and he joined Tonight with Dick. The crew’s blood pressure rose instantly. So did the ratings.

Chad Carrigan repairs broadcast equipment in a makeshift garage studio filled with tools and cables.
Chad Carrigan directs from a cluttered 1980s control room, surrounded by glowing monitors
Chad Carrigan shouts instructions inside a crowded broadcast van during a royal event.

Personality

Chad runs the control room like a battlefield, armed with caffeine, sarcasm, and a zero-tolerance policy for error. His headset voice is a staccato growl—“Camera three, move again and I’ll demote you to potted plant.” Every frame is a tactical manoeuvre: no dead air, no missed cue, no presenter thinking they’re cleverer than him. He’s wired for precision; every cut, sweep, and transition is a war strategy. If a lower-third graphic’s kerning is off, he feels it like a kick in the optic nerve.

Chad hates fluff, sentiment, and incompetence, but loves his crew. He knows their birthdays, buys Friday pints, and once nearly punched an exec for insulting Marge. Under the bark lives a craftsman obsessed with perfection. When the show goes live, he’s a conductor with shell shock, every cue a trigger pull. Dick may front the empire, but Chad Carrigan fires the shots.

Chad Carrigan in a dark control room, shouts instructions into his headset surrounded by glowing screens.
Chad Carrigan laughs with his TV crew in a dim pub over Friday pints.
Chad Carrigan stands alone on a city rooftop at night, looking out over the Manhattan skyline.