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(Glenn)
Producing better stuff...

You're late.
And you look like shit.

I know both of
those things already.

Margaret Thatcher used to
survive on less than
four hours' sleep a night.

- How is that possible?
- Monkey glands.

(Glenn) She was mad.
Mad people have
different needs.

(Hugh) And she
lived above the shop,
so she didn't have to commute.

God, I mean, London is so big.
Can't we devolve some of it?

(Glenn sighs)

If I could get one
decent night's shut-eye...

Well, do yourself a favour
and stay in the flat.

I can't break my
promise to Kate.

Do you actually get
to see the children?

Glenn, I don't have time
for that. All I do...

I work,
I eat, I shower...that's it.

And occasionally...

I take a dump,
just as a sort of treat.

I mean, that really is
my treat. That's what
it's come to. That's...

I sit there and I think...

"No, I'm not gonna read
the New Statesman.

"This time is just for me.
This is quality
time just for me."

- Is that normal?
- It's sad.

- At least I've
made something.
- Morning, Secretary of State.

We've got quite
a lot to get through.

I've cancelled the interview
for BBC Norfolk.

Why?

Well, it was gonna clash
with the two minutes' silence.

- Good call.
- If you're not
remembering the dead

and talking
about benefit fraud
in Kings Lynn

you are gonna
look a bit of a dick.

Olly, could you get
me another coffee?

(Terri) Remember I
was head of press
at Waitrose?

- Yes.
- Do you remember that?

It was two minutes' silence,
ordinary Sunday,

and somebody
went on the Tannoy
about a spillage alert.

The tabloids were like
rats up a drainpipe.

Were they?

Can you just...?
It's the Times.

Could you just have
a quick look at that?

- Is it about me?
- Have a read of it first.

I find this job
exciting enough

- without injecting
artificial suspense.
- (Mobile)

You're cock-teasing, Terri,
tell me what it is.

- Hello, Malcolm.
- (Shouting, indistinct)

- No, he hasn't yet. No.
- What?

- He is, isn't he?
He's a prick.
- (Glenn) Who?

- Am I a prick?
- Yep, rip the ball sack off.

- (Glenn) Whose ball sack?
- Whose ball sack?

- (Shouting continues)
- Whose balls?

- Hello, Malcolm.
- Have you got
Simon Hewitt's piece?

I haven't quite been
through it, er, yet.

Have you got to the bit
where he calls you
out of your depth?

No, at the moment
he's calling me...

"the political equivalent of
the house wine at
a suburban Indian restaurant".

That's not very good, is it?
Hang on a second.

Ooh, "insipid", yeah.
(Mumbles)

"Uninspiring".

(Olly) Christ,
that's bad, look at that.

"Disconnected to
the point of autism".

We're gonna get
this tosser, Hugh,
don't you worry.

He'll be at the Sport,

Photoshopping the tits
of Hollyoaksextras by
the end of the month.

Can I just...
Hello? No, he's gone.

That's great.
Malcolm's backing me.

- (Olly) Yeah?
- So,
how do we respond to this?

Right, we don't exchange
insults with bloody
Simon arsepipes titty-twat.

Is that the best swearing
you can come up with?

This is a bucket of shit.

If someone throws shit,
we throw shit at them.

We start a shit fight.

We throw so much
shit back at them

that they can't pick up shit,
throw shit, or do shit.

- (Terri) Mm.
- That's top swearing,
Glenn, well done.

- Watch and learn.
- (Hugh) We're all agreed

that the department needs
to look a bit less...

- (Olly) Autistic.
- ..badly staffed.

So we need to,
at this
morning's policy review,

come up with
some sort of new announcement

that's a bit more connected,
bit more...funky!

(Olly) Funky.
(Terri) Look, erm...

I hope you're not gonna just
toss off some policy

just to get back
at some journalist.

So, erm, essentially
this is just us again but in
a bigger room, isn't it?

And without Terri.

Yeah, I've block-booked
14 meeting rooms.

- She'll never find us.
- It's foolproof.

It's the only way to get any
work done. Chris from Health
does it all the time.

OK, all right, I'll start.

There was a key worker policy
I worked up
a couple of months ago.

Quite like that.
We need to find
an angle. A very good angle.

Youths. You know?
People are afraid of youths.

- I mean, I know I am.
- Grrr.

- You taking the piss?
- (Olly) I'm joshing.

It sounds as though
you're taking the piss.

It's just
good-natured joshing.

- Will the two of
you just shut up?
- I am being good-natured.

- Where else can we go?
- (Olly muttering) Prick...

Pollution, the environment.

Litter, dog shit.

- (Olly) Aiming high.
- We aimed high,
now we're at dog shit.

- (Olly) So...
- This is what we're doing.

- I'm putting it about...
- (Glenn) Morning, Malcolm.

..that Hewitt's piece
was a packet of bollocks,
a favour to Cliff.

- Cliff being...?
- (Glenn) Cliff Lawton.

Hugh's predecessor.
He and Hewitt are
tight as arse cheeks.

Are they now?

Fuck knows,
but that's what we're saying.

It's personal,
it's back-slapping,
it's borderline homoerotic,

and you are
the innocent victim
of a nasty media stitch-up.

- OK, right.
- I'm fixing you up

with a "me and my media" piece
with your ex Angela Heaney.

But it is a perfect
opportunity to show just how
clued up you are, actually.

Hughy Abbot, the in-touch guy.

You're on the ball,
you know the price
of a pint of milk,

you love HBO imports,
VH1, Pixar,

- you dig the Streets...
- Yeah, no, they're all great.

You've got absolutely
no fucking idea what I'm
talking about, do you?

Yeah, yeah, I do.

Who's the only
gay in the village?

Eddie Grundy. I-I don't know.

No, he's got children.

Mind you,
a lot of them do, these days.
Ben at the Foreign Office...

- What's a chav?
- Ch... Erm...

- It's...erm...
- You must know this.

- What is a chav?
- Chav.

- (All) Chav. Chav.
- Just saying "chav"
isn't very helpful.

This is important stuff, Hugh.

We do a weekly digest
for the Prime Minister.

We boil down
the week's television,
cinema, music, so on...

- The Zeitgeisttapes.
- (Malcolm) Exactly.

EastEndershighlights,
choice bits from
the reality shows,

ten-second music videos.

God, that's why the PM
always looks clued up.

I always thought
he was
genuinely quite with it.

No, he uses phrases
like "with it" as well.

I'm gonna bike that over
to Terri. Watch it, OK?

And when you talk
to Angela Heaney,
stick the boot into Hewitt.

I'm putting it about
that Cliff offered him

two weeks at his Tuscan villa
for that piece.

- Ten-four, daddy-o.
- Hey, hey,
hey, hey, this is serious.

You have got 24 hours to
sort out your policy
on EastEnders,right?

Or you're for
the halal butchers.

(Imitates EastEndersdrums)

Even he knows.

Terri.

Two main contenders
for our policy decision.

Right.

Er, we change arts and music
policy funding

so that we give
most of the money
to the bad kids,

give them intensive
arts and music tuition,

stop them turning into
tomorrow's
crims and offenders.

Perhaps you'd like
to outline your...?

I'm for we
punish disruptive kids

by cutting them out of
extra music and arts tuition.

Show them the carrot
and the stick early on.

The bad kids,
they get no money.

And, Olly,
the same bad kids, they get...

More money.

- More money.
- They could both play.

They're fundamentally
contradictory.

So which one
should we go with?

Why don't you go
with both of them
or neither of them

or a different policy?

(Hugh) You're
being quite flippant.

- Do you have a preference?
- That's not my role.

I sell the apples.
If you want me to
sell apples, I will.

If you want me
to sell oranges,
I'll go and tell people

that the apples
are shit, Olly.
They're shit.

I'll say, "Go on,
check out our oranges."

Which do you prefer?
Apples or oranges.

- Apples.
- (Hugh) Apples.

- Apples.
- OK. Thank you.

- Apples.
- (Glenn) If we
spend taxpayers' money

putting thugs into productions
of the fucking Cherry Orchard

we're gonna get crucified,
and rightly so.

Hang on a second.

Terri, which was apples?
Was Olly apples or
was Glenn apples?

She's...she's gone.

(Olly) Let's throw this
to a focus group.

(Hugh) Yeah. Yeah, whatever.

So, this is where
you've been having
these secret meetings, is it?

- (Hugh) Yeah. No.
- No. Yeah.

- Well?
- I cannot keep
abreast of all this.

- Can't you precis
some of it for me?
- Yeah. Yeah, sure.

I'll take a precis of the
transcripts and a precis
of the press packs.

Could you precis this for me,
the Zeitgeisttape?

Check this out. This is a tape
of this morning's focus group.

This is Mary,
she is a focus group legend.

- (Hugh) Mary.
- Mary she's called.

Everything that
she's said in the last
12 months in every focus group

has chimed exactly
with the core voter.

And she loved
my arts for hearts
and minds policy.

- Arts for hearts and minds?
- That's what
we're calling it.

And she said, Glenn,

that it chimed brilliantly
with stay-at-home mums
like her.

And she's really core
Middle England, is she?

Totally,
totally core Middle England.

(Mary) If children are put
in a position where they've
got responsibility,

I think they'll
rise to that challenge.

Art is all about expression,
isn't it?

Can we get her in
for a one-to-one?

Absolutely.

What, we're gonna precis
the focus group?

Yeah.

We'll just make it
a bit more...focused.

Everybody else
basically agrees
with what she says.

Very good way to work.
I like this.

Cut out all
the extraneous stuff,
you know. Just the facts, man.

Just the protein.
Atkins government.

(Olly) OK, I'll get her in.

In fact here they are now.

- Hello!
- Hi. I'm Mary.

This is Hugh Abbott,
this is Mary. And, Mary,
this is Glenn Cullen.

And this is Mary,
our focus group star.

(Hugh) Great to meet you.

(Mary) Thank you.
I keep getting asked back.

Well, you are one of
the most articulate
of our focus groupees.

That's... Yeah...
Not groupie,
groupees with two Es.

- Yes.
- You're very kind, thanks.

(Olly) All right, well,
just to push on...

I was thinking that if I am
representative of
the public at large

- you're gonna
listen to what I say...
- You're every woman.

- It's all in me.
- (Olly chuckles)
Something like that.

- It's, er, it's a song, Hugh.
- Yeah, I know.

So, Mary,
the policy we
were talking about...

Great policy.

- Thank you.
- Yeah,
really good, well done.

- We were wondering...
- I was thinking
about it afterwards.

And if those extra classes,
you know,

the drama and the music
and the art classes,

if they have them after school

it saves
the potentially
naughty children

from missing out on
the core curriculum.

- That's important.
- (Olly) That's a good angle.

And also it would be, I think,
a really welcome
breathing space

for some of
the single parents, like me.

(Hugh) Yes.
(Olly) Excellent.

I thought of a name for it.

I thought you could call it
Play For Tomorrow.

(Olly) Play For Tomorrow.
Yeah, excellent.

Thank you so
much for coming in,

and good luck with
the single mother thing.

- Thank you.
- (Olly) I'll be right...
Erm...

I'll see you in a bit, Glenn.

- And you're against it?
- It'll die on its arse.

"Grandma was mugged
by some ferret-faced teenager.

"What are you
gonna do about it?"
"Teach him the bassoon."

It is, as my dear old mother
would have said,
double wank and shit shits.

But you think
it's got legs, Hugh?

- Several.
- How did it play
with the focus groups?

- She loves it.
- Sorry?

(Olly) They love it.

You've got a 94%
approve/strongly approve
rating. That's enormous.

- Why did you say "she"?
- I don't know.

- You can call boats she.
- 94%. It's all there,
black and white.

It's difficult to argue
with that, Glenn,

whatever your
foul-mouthed mother
might have said.

Yes, I can feel
a stiffy in the post.

My guts still say no.

Substantial as they are,
they're outvoted.

I'll talk to Tom
about green-lighting this.

So that's a go, Terri.

Just, erm, put the smell out,
see if anybody...gags on it.

Just...just float it.

- OK, er...
- Problem?

Can we please try and...

stop making
policy on the hoof?

We've been on the hoof
and we have been too hoofy.

Have we?

If there could just be
some sitting down.

- Yeah.
- Just,
you know, sitting down.

- That's all I'm saying.
- Yeah.

We've got the chairs,
we should use them.

- I think so. That was it.
- OK. Is that it?

- That's the problem. No more.
- Problem solved. Good point.

- I'll go and float.
- OK.

- Face up?
- If you like, yep.

(Malcolm) See you, Terri.

Malcolm, I know you were keen
on Terri's appointment but...

- She's shit.
- I wouldn't go that far.

She's a box-ticker, Hugh.
She can't think
outside the box.

She's built a box
inside the actual box

and she's doing her thinking
inside that box.

- Exactly. I like that.
- Sorry, I'm so tired.

No, that's good.

I have so much stuff to read
and think about.

You seem to
get through it all right.

Yeah,
I find the time, somewhere.

Do you get lonely?

- No.
- No. Neither do I.

- So did you watch
the Zeitgeisttape?
- Some of it, yeah.

So you know your EastEnders?
Little Mo, Big Mo?

(Imitates EastEndersdrums,
gets it wrong)

What?

- I haven't watched it.
- What the fuck
are you playing at?

Are you playing at
being a minister or are you
a real-life fucking minister?

I am a real-life minister.

- I've never seen
headlines like it.
- In what way?

- It's all gone to shite.
- Oh, the papers
didn't like the policy?

They fucking loathe it.
Are you getting
all this, Hugh?

Yes, you're very clear.

(Terri) Do they all hate it?
The Times?

Especially the Times.

(Hugh) But the first editions
haven't gone to bed yet.

- How do you know?
- Because I'm connected.

I'm plugged into the matrix.
I am the fucking matrix.

- What...what... Sorry?
- Have you not
watched that tape?

I'm taking it home now
to watch it there.

We've just bought
a new video player

off the back of Alicia's
obsession with Pingu.

- OK, pay attention.
- I've heard of Pingu.

This arts policy is dead, OK?
As of now.

Get a press release together
and bung it in the oven.

Fuck off, the lot of you.

And, Hugh, watch that tape.

I was in the Blackwall Tunnel,
can you repeat all that?

These focus groups,
they're absolutely useless.

Oh, it's useless to ask people
what they think?

It's useless to ask
people's opinions?

Look, people either don't know
what they think

or they think you
should bring back
hanging for traffic wardens.

Or they just think what every
right-minded
person would think.

Oh, yeah, "I'm Geoff Average,
and I think
the same as everybody else

"cos I'm a normal bloke
and everybody thinks like me

"cos I work in IT, and every
weekend I pop a few pills
and do a bit of DJing,

"spare cash cos
I'm a single mum,
and I'm in the National Trust,

"I enjoy sports on TV,
anything with Colin Firth.

"I enjoy domestic violence
and sun-dried
fucking...karaoke."

Not everybody is the same,
Glenn.

People can surprise you.

Was that good-natured joshing?

- (Mobile)
- (Sighs)

Tucker.

Malcolm, er...hope I
didn't wake you up.

(Spits) Hewitt.

Yeah, I'm doing
a piece this Sunday,
a big piece on focus groups,

it's sort of inspired
by your latest
policy disaster.

I'm gonna be concentrating
on how your man Abbot
can't do a single thing

- without focus groups.
- I'm shaking with fear.

- Yeah,
well, that's sexual jealousy.
- You're so witty.

Pity none of it makes it
into your columns.

Listen,
I'd love to spend the evening
listening to you

but I've got
better things to do.

Fuck off back to
your match reports,
you twat.

- (Rings)
- Hello.

- Hugh, it's Terri.
- Yeah, hello.

- Sorry, I've woken you up.
- I wasn't asleep.

I just got dropped
off and I'm being
picked up again in three hours

so I kept my trousers on.

Listen, I've just heard that

Simon Hewitt's doing
another piece on you

about how you
rely on focus groups.

Oh, cock.

(Yawning) Look,
I'll be on it in the morning

- so don't lose
any sleep over it.
- Are you taking the piss?

Erm, no.

Sorry, I've got to go.
I've got an egg on.

(Yawning) See
you in the morning.

- Bye-bye.
- Night, Hugh. Bye.

Bitch.

How fucked am I?

Well, you look awful.
You quite often
look bad, but...

In terms of
negative publicity.
On the fuckometer, where am I?

- Oh, 12.
- (Olly) Yeah.

- 12, say.
- Out of what?

- Er...50.
- Oh.

Mine was out of ten.

Right, so
I'm...24% fucked
according to you

but according to
you I'm 120% fucked.

(Olly) Erm, yeah. I didn't...

Terri, have you got anything?

I can't ask them
to drop the piece,

it would make
us look pathetic.

I don't mean to come across
all Mr Gradgrind

but this is your job,
sorting out the press.

This is Malcolm's problem,
anyway,
it's him that spun that...

All right,
this is what we're gonna do.

I'm bringing
forward Hugh's interview
with Angela to this afternoon.

- (Glenn) Morning, Malcolm.
- It goes out
tomorrow morning.

That way we can get
our side of the story across

and piss all over
Simon Hewitt's cornflakes,

sadly only metaphorically.
Yeah?

Right, OK. Olly, call Heaney.

Terri, get on to her editor.
Glenn, book her room.

Bodie,
Doyle, you go round the back.

At times of stress,
I make jokes!

(Hugh) Right. Erm...

What do I do?

Sit down at the TV with me.

You're gonna watch
that Zeitgeisttape now.

(*Theme from The Bill)

(Woman) You don't seem
to be able to understand...

- It's shit.
- I know, but people watch it.

- This gets six million.
- Oh, shit.

What?

- She's an actress.
- Who?

Mary from the focus group,
she's an actress.

Oh,
relax, that doesn't matter.

If focus groups are short
of numbers they bung in
a couple of actors.

It doesn't matter because
it's a focus group
- key word, group.

Ooh, I've just remembered.
Erm...

- Can you just...
- I'll pause it.

If you could pause it
for a second, I'll be...
I'll be back in a sec.

(Whispers) Glenn,
got a bit of a problem.

What?

You remember Mary
from the focus group?

What, Miss
Immaculate bloody Conception?

- She's an actress.
- What do you mean?

I mean that she's...
There's no clearer way of
saying it - she's an actress.

Are you sure?

I've just seen her
in Thefucking Bill.

Oh, Jesus.

This doesn't
necessarily have to be
a total fucking disaster.

It does. It means she's
not really a stay-at-home
Middle England housewife,

she's just playing a part.

- So, what she said wasn't,
you know...
- Yes, I do know.

- What? Who said what? What?
- We are
organising focus groups

to listen to the opinions
of ordinary people,

except they're fucking actors,

so they're not
technically people at all.

Can I get back to you?

Your fucking legend
is a fucking actress.

Focus group companies
do it all the time.

If they can't cobble together
the right cross-section,

they call a casting agency.

Dial an opinion, is it?
Send me three liberals,
two mavericks

- and a racist. Brilliant!
- (Terri) Shh.

(Whispering) We've based
the whole thing on her.
Just her!

Don't you see?
Why didn't you run it past me?

(Whispering) Shit. Shit.

(Olly and Glenn whispering
argumentatively)

(Glenn) It's not real.
(Terri) I thought
I recognised her.

She was in Midsomer Murders.

(Glenn) Why didn't
you say anything?

(Terri) I thought
she might've had a twin.

(Glenn) What
a stupid thing to...

(Whispered arguing continues,
indistinct)

(Shouting) Fuck! Fuck!

(Banging and crashing)

(Malcolm) You said "she".
(Hugh) Yes.

- Come out of the cupboard,
Hugh.
- No.

Hugh,
we have to sort this out.

When I asked you
about the focus group...

Yeah.

..you said "she" loved it.

We gave her a one-on-one.

Why?

She's Middle England.

So, Middle England
is a big fucking field

with one woman standing in it?

Do you think
Hewitt will find out?

Of course he fucking will,
she's his mole!

That's why he's got
a piece in the paper tomorrow.

We've got to shut
this down now, right?

I want this leaked
to Angela Heaney.

It's damage control, OK?

We put out the story
the way we want it before
Hewitt fucks us up the bugle.

- Get onto it, now.
- Yeah...
It was Olly's, erm...

- It's not my fault.
- It was Olly's idea.

- I went with it.
- The agency lied to us, Hugh.

- The agency lied to me.
- I fought for going with it.

- (Hugh) We should get her in.
- Get on to Heaney's editor.

- I'm on to it, Malcolm.
- Talk to Angela,
get her to do this.

- Right, OK.
- Can I speak
to Angela Heaney?

(Terri) Can I leave a message?

Malcolm, may I just suggest...

Shh!

I didn't know
that she's an actress.

Exactly.
We've been lied to, abused.

- We are the victims of abuse.
- (Terri) Olly.

- Shut up.
- Can you call her?

- You are a broken vase.
- What the fuck are
you talking about?

How do I know
she's an actress?
I never watch television.

That's why I watched
the stupid tape. (Sighs)

We're gonna get
her in, talk to her,
she'll meet us, we'll...

I will talk to her
because I'm good with people.

She can help us, she'll see
our point of view,
we'll be fine.

I hope so,
I hope that's what happens.

- Or we kill her.
- It will...

(Malcolm) Make him
look presentable.
(Olly) I've got a big story.

Comb his hair,
change his tie and his shirt.

No, it's fine,
don't worry about it.

(Malcolm) You're looking
evening television,

I want you to look afternoon.

(Hugh) What do
you want me to wear,
a fucking Hawaiian shirt?

(Terri) Shall we
see if you've got one?

No, she can't have a car.

Just don't
fucking mother me, OK?

I...it's...I'm not
so much mothering,
it's just...wanting to help.

Are we getting her...Mary...
Can we get her in tonight?

- Won't that look a bit odd?
- Does anyone have her number?

- I've got
a number for the agency.
- Get on to the agency.

(Glenn) It's all right.
(Terri) It's not, actually.

Mary, you know Hugh.
You've met Glenn before.

This is Malcolm Tucker,
he's our director
of communications.

- (Hugh) Take a seat, Mary.
- Thanks.

We are so grateful
for you coming in
at this ungodly hour.

Is there...a problem?

Yeah, there is - you
flapping your trap!

The issues is...the issue of
your being an actress.

Right.

- I actually prefer actor.
- I'm sorry. Sexist, sorry.

- Slightly, yeah.
- Essentially, you know,

what you told us,

that was fundamentally...
honest,
it was the truth,

it was honestly...genuinely
what you thought.

Yeah. Yeah. Well, yeah.

I haven't got two children,

but apart from that
it was essentially...

- Most... Yes, of course...
- (Hugh) You
invented the kids?

- I... Yeah, I was...
- You made up small children?

- I know small children.
- That's sick.

- Jesus Christ.
- I was just
being representative.

- You invented children.
- (Coughs)

Small children
that don't exist.

I was giving you
what you wanted.

So, eventually you lose track,
the lies compound themselves

and you end up
all over the place
like a crazy woman's shit.

And that's the problem
that we're now
trying to deal with.

We've given this story
to a tame journalist,

one who's more likely
to be sympathetic...

Do you just want to think
about what is going to
happen tomorrow?

You are gonna find
the press all over you...

- In a good way?
- No, not at all.

You know that film
Notting Hill?

She's probably fucking in it.

You know that bit
where he opens the door

and there's millions
of journalists
and photographers

and all
flashbulbs are going off?

In about four hours,
that's gonna be you.

They're gonna be all over you
like fucking cockroaches.

- It's OK.
- No, no, no, no, no,
it's not OK.

It's not gonna be OK,
and I'll tell you why.

Because you're fair game.

So I hope your
knickers are clean.

Because every seat-sniffing
little shitbag that's
ever filed a by-line

is gonna be questioning you.

Cos now it's in the fucking
public interest, isn't it?

And they're gonna hit you
with any shit they can find

and you're gonna be
spread out there
in front of them

like a trollop in the stocks!

(Olly) We-we've done...

I still don't understand
what's going on.

- We can hold those dogs back.
- (Mary) What do you mean?

- We can get you
a nice journalist.
- Yes, exactly.

We can get you to a nice,
young journalist,
Angela Heaney,

and maybe you...

I don't know what he made
you sign, but whatever it was,
it was bullshit.

Maybe if you just say
that you were misquoted

and also that
Simon Hewitt's a prick.

- If you just said that...
- Who?

The journalist that you
told your story to.

I...I
didn't...I didn't talk to
any journalist.

- No, no, no.
- You spoke to Simon Hewitt.

- No, I...
- You fucking
spoke to Simon Hewitt,

he's a fat guy
with a tiny dick
the size of a bookie's biro.

- You fucking spoke to him.
- I'd like to go now.

(All shouting)

- (Glenn) Shh-shh!
- You didn't speak to him.

She didn't
fucking speak to him.

I don't know anyone called...
Simon...

- whatever the fuck.
- Hewitt.

- Hewitt, yeah.
- (Malcolm yells)

- She doesn't even know.
- (Malcolm yells)

(Glenn) Fuck's sake.
(Mary) What's
the matter with him?

(Glenn) Olly.
(Hugh) Sorry if I upset you.

Sorry, darling, sorry.
Crossed lines,
darling. Sorry about that.

(Mary) Will you
leave me alone?

If you need a car,
I'll get whatever you need.

For fuck's sake!

- She didn't even know.
- (Malcolm) Fuck him!

That didn't
really work, did it?

(Glenn) Is it too late...

Can I get this straight
for my own sanity?

If we get on the phone,
can we pull the front page?

No. It's too late.

Heaney's piece is
gonna go ahead anyway?

Of course it fucking is.

I'm good but I can't fucking
hold back the tide, can I?

All right, that's it.
I'm going to bed.

- Kind of ironic, really...
- You're fucking on your own!

..because she hasn't actually
spoken to Hewitt,

er...and we've...

of our own volition,
voluntarily...

released
the story to the press...

unnecessarily.

Erm...

Damn.

(Mary) Who was that evil
Scottish guy?

He's the director
of communications.

He was ordering me
what to say to the papers.

- No, no,
no, he wasn't ordering you.
- That's quite a big story,

dragging me out of
bed and telling me...

I think some papers
might be interested in that.

No, look... The department has
a lot of
initiatives coming up...

- Has it really?
- Yeah.

And we're going
to need the face
of renewal for the...thing,

a whole campaign,
there's gonna be stationery,
pens...

Face probably won't fit on...

We've got all that...

- coming up.
- You are trying
to bribe me...

with a stationery photo shoot?

Er, no, erm...

None of this is happening.
No, not bribe, no.

(Olly) That was
just small talk.
You understand that, right?

I was just chatting.
Small chat.

Can you wake me in
a couple of hours?

There's no time to go home,
I'll pass myself
coming back in.

(Hugh sighs)

I'll ring Catherine
and say you won't be home.

Hi.

How did you get on?

Happiness?

Go away, Terri.

I'll clear up a few biscuits
whilst I'm at it.

(Glenn) Kate, just leaving
a message for you - I know
you're asleep by now -

from Hugh. Love to the kids,
see Alicia in the morning

and, erm...big kiss

and sorry about
the bedtime story.

Lots of love via Glenn,
and nighty-night.