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Why is it taking so long to get our sister back online?

There'll be a reason.

Well, that's why we're defeated, isn't it?

We're supposed to be impregnable.

I have three questions.

How? Why?

What the living fuck is next? And no answer.

For it had to go down too long.

Why is there a countdown?

It just appeared. We don't know why.

Not the best answer.

Well, it's not an answer.

Isn't there some kind of anti -virus software that you can use, or maybe like

backdoor patch? I don't think shouting out random words you'd find at the

of emails is going to help.

Thanks.

Um, OK, OK, Duncan, what about a reboot?

What, you mean turn it off and on again?

No!

Unless that would work. If we do that, would that be any good at all? You can't

turn it off. They can't do anything right now. Lord, why don't we give them

space?

You should never have inputted that code she gave you. You should never have let

her leave the building. Well, I was only trying to stop Libyan terrorists from

rampaging through the fucking capital. We wanted you to let her go. What are

talking about? She was terrified. I had to convince her.

When Ho allowed her to access the database, she stole your file, Claude.

She played you. You've been profiled.

You've been honey -tracked.

You and me both, bro.

You didn't find a chance.

She's a female me. That's why I fell in love with her.

Okay. Good news, bad news.

There is a way to reverse whatever they've done. Good.

But not before the countdown ends.

I'm so embarrassed for you.

Sir? Yeah? The Libyan ambassador's on line one.

In his own time. Only medical fucking hours ago. Thank you.

Thank you.

Amber. Mr. Whedon.

My sincere apologies on behalf of the Libyan government.

I have just been made aware that a dissident...

of security operatives are responsible for the terrible events of the last few

days. Yes, well, I'm sure that we can trust you to do your very best to help

find them.

We can't speak to one of them now.

I'm not sorry.

This is the vulnerable young woman you spoke to earlier.

Remember?

You're right.

I am stronger than I thought, with reserves of strength that I was not even

aware of.

Who the hell are you, really?

Someone who grew up in a country ruined by your arrogant intervention.

You left us with years of horror. Nothing can justify your slaughter of 11

people. I need to pick someone in authority.

Guess what? You're speaking to the head of MI5.

Yes, I know.

You kept telling me when I was a trembling girl you were trying to

And since then...

We shut down your computer system and humiliated your leadership.

Yeah, I guess we could say we blinded our enemies.

Put Diana Tavernier on.

Uh -huh.

Unless you're giving to our demands.

When the countdown on your screen ends, the final item on the destabilization

strategy, you know?

The one created by you and inflicted on many of your colony.

will be carried out.

What are your demands?

A hundred million pounds.

Compensation for years of lost oil revenues to be paid into a Cayman

trust called Albion Holdings.

To the fraction of what we are owed.

Call me when you have it.

Relax, you'll get out when we're paid.

Bye.

They want 100 million before that countdown ends, or they will carry out

remaining action on their list.

What's the last action on the list? Attack a place of worship.

Right. But it's Sunday morning.

Jesus fucking Christ.

How are we going to find them?

Misfits and boozers hanging by your fingernails.

You may want to think you got burned at the stake.

You're foolish, you're foolish, you're fake.

There's always a hope but the slippery slope.

Somewhere a ghost of a chance to get back in that game and

burn off your shame and death.

with the big boys

Diana. We lost Tara.

You knew she'd play Whelan, didn't you?

I had my suspicions, which were confirmed once I read his file.

His psych profile screams daddy's saviour complex.

I'd have given you a call, but I thought you'd enjoy watching him make a

complete and utter fucking tit of himself.

They issued any demands yet?

This is your call from the empathy.

Free passage and 100 million in lost oil revenue.

Look, we might have a point about our behaviour, but they trousered most of

oil money and spent the change keeping the people down.

They've crashed our systems and given us an hour. Jen's at 10 .06.

Otherwise, they attack a place of worship.

Well, Sunday morning, they timed it well.

I guess you're just going to have to pay the money.

Well, there are around 2 ,000 churches across London. If you add in mosques,

synagogues, temples and multi -faith centres, we're looking at over 5 ,000

potential targets.

Yes, but Muslims don't worship on a Sunday.

I'm right in thinking that, aren't I?

I'm Sikh.

Well, let's assume it's churches, shall we? High -value targets.

St Paul's, Westminster Abbey. They already have protection.

If we throw everything at St Paul's and the attack happens elsewhere, it'll look

like we were rushing to protect the landmarks rather than the people. OK, we

shut them all down.

And how are we going to get people to stay away from every London church in

next 40 minutes?

It'll be absolute chaos.

Call in the men.

We don't have enough armed police.

OK, then we call in the army.

In 40 minutes.

Ma 'am, the Treasury have verified the Cayman Island Trust where the money's to

be paid.

It's linked to this company.

Right, get him in. He's already on his way. Keep him out of sight. I'm sorry,

why are we checking where they want money sent? We're not going to pay it.

I think we should have the option.

You need to call the PM now.

Get it cleared.

Give in to terror.

He won't hear of it.

Well, then, you are looking at a second Abbotsfield.

Send the dogs down to the Libyan embassy. If this goes without bloodshed,

shall escort her and her team to the airport. If it goes the other way, I

them to be ready to storm the building.

Shouldn't we be, you know, doing things?

Like trying to track the Libyans or Roddy's girlfriend?

She's at the Libyan embassy.

What, so the state's sanctioned her?

No,

I doubt that.

She forced her way in there because she knows that we can't go in and drag her

out.

Is that Grandpa?

No. Yes.

How did you know that?

Well, if it was not broken or relevant, you would have taken it in. You've got

no personal life, so it must be him.

How's he doing, by the way?

Uh, not great, no.

He's picking up on what's happening from the news, but he's getting it slightly

jumbled. Don't say anything.

About what?

About him getting confused, OK? I know that you two had your differences, but

just leave it there. He was the sharpest mine in the building, after me. Now

you're going to say something.

Horrible. Something utterly vile about him being an embarrassing shadow of his

former self. I don't have to. You just said it for me. This isn't helping.

What are we going to do?

And don't say nothing.

There's nothing to do. These guys are bloody good and they're fucking

The park can't protect every church in London.

Well, then they will have to pay the money.

And what happens if they don't?

Then there'll be a massacre.

That's a random church in London. This is a nightmare.

Maybe not that random.

It was one place of worship I can think of.

Although it would only occur to a complete and utter fucking psychopath.

You think he knows which one?

Wait, where are they going?

Abbotsfield. There's already been an attack at Abbotsfield. They are

commemorating in a multi -place centre, surely.

You can't just say shit like that and then just sit there and do nothing. I'm

not doing nothing. I'm sending my post -agent.

And you.

May I ask why I've been summoned here than made to wait on the stairs like a

member of staff?

When you came to visit me the other night, you mentioned a group of

Libyans wanting compensation for lost oil revenues.

As of now, we have 25 minutes to pay up 100 million to stop a Libyan group

from attacking a church.

I have no knowledge of any of this.

It's an extremely fractured country, and in my limited experience, every fucker

you meet is on the tape. The people you're dealing with may be part of a

completely separate group.

The payment has to go to an offshore trust where you are a director?

In that case, fuck, shit, bugger, and yes, it seems it is the same people.

I will never do business in the Middle East again. They love to haggle, and

have a tendency to go completely fucking crackers.

Why do they have your details?

There are two accounts.

One to distribute funds to them once they've come in, minus my commission.

Nothing in that one at the moment, obviously.

And the other?

They've paid me a nominal fee for the last three years.

Recently they intimated I wasn't doing enough, hence my visit to you. And when

you say nominal, you mean... All told.

A couple of hundred grand, which I will declare in due course. Why are they

dragging me into this insanity?

It makes me look terrible.

Because you took their money and did nothing, and they want to show what a

corrupt mess this country is.

Getting paid through the former Home Secretary is a very good way of doing

When this comes out, we will all look terrible.

Prime Minister, I'm afraid it's highly unlikely the attack can be prevented

without paying.

No. No, I'm a little disappointed if you are.

Twelve minutes, sir.

What happened has left us with no choice.

They didn't give us an hour to stop the killing. They gave us an hour to find

the money. We have been outplayed.

We will pay.

But I want your word the attack will be called off.

And I want your word we'll be allowed to leave the country.

Cars will be arriving shortly, ready to take you to RAF Northolt.

But safe passage is only guaranteed if you and all your team leave.

To ensure there is no further violence.

Oh, and also, none of this ever comes out.

I can imagine you must feel humiliated, huh?

And pleasant, isn't it? Do you agree to our terms?

I'll send them down and they'll return to the embassy shortly.

Any more violence and those men in the cars will not be taking you to the

airport. They will be taking you down.

There'll be no more violence.

Transfer authorized.

Bye.

If Zaid does anything else, he will attack the building.

Where are you going?

Look, you choose your path, and I choose mine.

The people don't have enough to live on, and we must be against the people to

cause war.

I don't know

how you can eat

about time like this.

Is that vegan?

I asked for meat.

Yeah, but if that was meat, it would be bright pink.

Sausage roll, Scott.

Yes, all right.

If you were coming out of that building, trying to lose the dogs, which

direction would you head? Do you think Tara's going to try and escape? Answer

the question.

Left.

and left down that valley. You said that they'll all get free passage out of the

country if she calls off this attack.

Well, she's just a kid.

There's no way she's running the show.

If her men should have been back here by now.

I don't think they're coming back.

I think she's sitting in there, realising she never was in control of

of psychos.

But you said we're paying the money.

Look at what these guys have got up to in the last couple of days. I don't

money's going to quell their rage.

Well, dots are going in.

Innocent people could get caught in the crossfire.

Yeah, they're in more danger from our trigger -happy muscle than they are from

her. We can't just sit here.

Well, go on, then.

What?

Go on, knock on the door.

What? Me?

Yesterday, you physically assaulted the mayor. I don't know why you're getting

your knickers in a twist about knocking on a door.

Yesterday, I had no choice. Oh, bollocks. You get a real thrill from

the action.

Probably reminds you of the rush you used to get when you got absolutely

arseholed.

Well, what am I doing after I knock on the door?

Telling her to follow you.

Unless she wants to get shot in the head.

They're not going to shoot her out here unarmed in the street.

It's a different story if they go in the building.

And like you said, innocent people could get hurt.

I did say that, didn't I?

That's it. They won't look twice at a harmless little old lady.

Sorry, ma 'am.

Embassy's closed. No, it's all right. I have an appointment.

Ma 'am, you're not allowed to be here.

Who are you?

Yes, MI5. Let me in.

Step back from the building, please. Let me in nicely, or men with guns are

coming in. Okay, ma 'am. I'm going to have to remove you.

So, how exactly can you help?

You'll be perfectly safe if you put down that weapon and come with me now.

Why should they believe you?

You don't have much choice, because if you stay in here armed, you could get

hurt.

Open the door, then. Go, open!

Update your hostage list.

Someone else just walked in.

Fuck off!

No?

He could have just walked out with me.

And what?

Back into the park, huh?

Why would I want that?

Put the gun down!

I told you to back off!

Stop moving!

They'll kill you. Put the gun down! Now! I'm gonna shoot!

I'm not fucking joking, I'll shoot!

Put the gun down!

Deja vu.

Come on, hands up. Up on your head.

Oh, come on, cheer up.

I'd take prison any day I could take you and Roddy home.

Fuck you!

You knew that was going to happen, didn't you?

Yeah.

Like I said, she's just a kid.

She was never going to shoot you.

Well, it didn't feel like that.

Come on.

I'll buy you a lemonade.

Take the edge off.

Yeah,

I was nearly up. We need to get them out of there.

Yeah, but calmly. We don't want to panic.

They might already be inside dressed as mourners.

That's what I'd do.

I still don't have a gun.

Don't worry, we've still got ours.

I'll have that work out of the gimbal.

William

Blake

wrote those words of promise over...

200 years ago, but they continue to inspire and comfort today.

But for more contemporary wisdom that might give solace to our younger

I reach for the words of Dominic Toretto in Furious Seven.

They say, to live in the hearts of those we leave behind is not to die.

The lesson I take from both those pages separated, though they are by centuries,

is that while London might not be Londonful today, it will be Londonful

tomorrow. If we channel... Everyone!

Up! We need you to leave this building as quickly as possible, please. What's

going on? Sorry, we're MI5. I don't know how... Can you show them the badge?

Yeah, maybe we should start by taking them aside.

Everyone, intelligence has come to light. That means it's best for you to

right now. So please do so from the back of the building. No need to panic,

everyone. Slowly.

Everyone, now!

Please, come on! I mean it, now! Get out!

Everyone, come on now, please!

What the fuck happened to Carly?

What the hell is going on? I'd only just started my unity. Apologies, sir, I

know, but we need to get you to leave the building now. Hang on, hang on. Is

there a fire? No, there's not a fire. Why did you hit the alarm? Yeah, good

question. Security threat, okay? A security threat has come to light. What

of threat?

Libyan operatives are extorting the government for £100 million.

Can't hear you. Can someone turn that fucking thing off, please?

In under a minute, we have to pay £100 million, or a place of worship is going

to be attacked, and we have reason to believe that it could be here. Please,

just believe.

Oh, thank God.

Did you get that? Yeah. You have reason to believe this place could be attacked.

Yes, but please, let's leave now. But you don't know for sure.

Intelligence is never 100 % certain, sir. What percentage would you put on

particular piece of intelligence?

Does that really matter? Yes, I'm the Mayor of London. If that was highly

likely, I should have been informed. Well...

Look, it really is not the time to argue about protocol.

Get Whelan on the line. Seriously, I need him to leave now.

What's your name?

Mike, oh, River Cartwright.

River? Yes.

Claude, I'm here with River Cartwright, who crashed into the memorial service

babbling something about a Libyan attack that none of my agents seem to know

anything about.

Right.

Well, first of all, apologies on that affair. Apologies.

You should have been kept in the loop on that, although in our defence it has

been a very fast -moving situation.

Was there going to be an attack on the surface or not?

Yes, yes, there was. To be honest, we had no intelligence either way that you

were specifically under threat. Of course, if we hadn't received that

information, then we would have intervened. Hang on, you did intervene.

I'm stood in front of a load of your agents.

Would you mind putting Cartwright on for me, please?

Oh, it's here.

What the fuck are you doing?

We thought the attack was going to be at Abbotsfield. Yeah, well, we paid them

the money.

There's not going to be an attack anywhere, certainly not Abbotsfield.

You had the better angle.

Are you okay?

Fuck.

I haven't even got left.

Enough!

Shit.

It's getting more and more hot. Fuck, mate, it's getting more and more hot. I

don't want to get out of the country.

Where am I fired? Safe passage.

You're kidding, right? You're not getting safe passage. You broke that

you opened fire.

Don't say that to him. I'm not going to lie. Let me out of here or I'll shoot

you now.

No, not happening. Yes, otherwise you'll shoot him.

Do not aim for his neck with the stomach of your ship.

Stop. There's other parts of him to aim for.

I'm going.

We'll go out of here, and I'm beating him with me. No, we can't let you do

Yes, you can.

Can you stop fucking contradicting me? Yeah, I will, if you stop escalating a

dangerous situation. I'm on top of it. I know what I'm doing. He's a madman,

pointing a gun at a hostage. I said, let him do what he wants. You see, that's

why you're never going to get out of Slough House.

Where did you come from?

I approached him very, very quietly.

You just staged your argument to give him cover. I get that, I get that. I get

that now.

Yeah, yeah.

It's unorthodox, yeah. But you've just got to think outside the box sometimes,

don't you?

We've accounted for all the Libyans.

Two were shot at Abbotsfield and Lamb apprehended Tara. What was he doing

I don't know, Mum.

We pay up in the attack anyway. What a shit show.

You didn't have a choice.

When they pick over the bones of this, you'll be exonerated, Mum.

London rules will kick in.

London rules?

If you were serviced, you'd know that. Moscow rules, watch your back. London

rules. Cover your arse.

Claude Whelan, Peter Judd. It seems both of us have a public relations problem

vis -à -vis our connection to events of the last week.

Might I propose a solution of mutual benefit?

Hiya. It's me. It's River. Oh, my boy.

Oh, you're here.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, I'm so happy.

Me too, yeah.

I'm sorry about that phone call.

Last night.

I don't think I was making much sense.

It's fine. Probably not helped you.

It's fine, it's fine.

Who was it, the Ruskies, up to their old tricks?

No, um... It was Libya.

It's chaos.

Yeah. I think that's what they wanted to instill, the way of ransoming us.

And it worked, because, well, we paid them the money, but they attacked

It looks like absolute chaos, but if you follow them, you can see there's a

method.

Yeah. I like to follow them individually.

Libyans?

What?

Busy, busy bees.

Bees?

Strong work ethic bees.

Sting in the tail.

That's what I was trying to remember last night.

I'm losing my mind.

The unwritten rule.

What's that?

Destabilization.

Yes, you see, if ever we were dealing with some really tricky buggers, we'd

them when they thought it was over.

That's what we call a sting in the tail. Let them know who's boss.

Yeah. Well, that's why they attacked anyway. Yeah.

We weren't always at our best, River.

You know?

But some of those colonies would have turned red left to their own devices.

Still, you caught them all.

Oh, I'm so happy you can.

You must tell me what you want for your birthday.

I know it's a way off, but I can't get to the shops.

And I can't work that computer you gave me.

I'd give you money if I could get to the bank.

Just have to make a call.

Yeah, of course.

There's gonna be a sting in the tail.

Well, they did that when they attacked the multi -place center.

So unless you're telling me they are now fucking zombies, I don't see the point

of this call.

Shirley has a picture of three pairs of boots in the back of that van, but

that's four men, including the driver, right? You and Shirley got one of them

after Roddy, and we got two of them at Abbotsfield. So that means there's one

left.

Lamb? Yeah, I'm here.

Well, part of her dating Ho was to get a file.

I read it.

Who do you think deserves a punishment greater than utter humiliation?

That was pretty good.

Yeah, I shaved the dust off.

Got rid of the dead stress.

And you know what I'm gonna do tonight?

I bloody well treat myself.

Crack open a nice bottle of Chalk Hills.

You got any plans, Jim?

Jim?

Jim?

Sorry, Jim.

Where are the keys?

Where are the fucking keys?

Put a wheel in her.

Who? First desk.

Throw it! You moron.

Do you know who I am?

Uh... No. I am someone who suffered because of a keystroke you made.

I literally have no idea what the hell you're talking about.

I...

2011. Right, yeah.

You left us to gangsters and militias and you did not harm us against them.

Listen, I... I was just paid to give opinions, is all. And your opinion

as a long -term forecaster was that an investment in Libya was poor value.

Because whether it stood or fell...

It did not affect the security of the United Kingdom. Your opinion... Your

opinion became policy.

How's that opinion looking now?

Not great.

Listen to me.

You're obviously upset.

But I'm... I'm...

Please. To think of my, think of my wife, please. I am.

She can feel what I did.

At least I have a body to bury.

Whenever upon my father.

Sorry about that. It's very spreading.

Is he dead?

Yes, I can do my job.

How the fuck for that?

Fuck.

A good job.

How'd you find me? I went to your house, and your wife said you'd be running

around here.

You met my wife? Yeah.

Yeah, and what did she say?

That you'd be running around here.

Yeah.

Yeah, listen, thank you.

Thank you.

Yep.

Thank you. Thank you, thank you so, so much. Don't forget this. You know, I'm

just... I really need a drink.

He's waiting in your office.

That's why I'm in here.

Your first desk loan.

And this is a big win for Sloughhouse. Do you want to piss him off and throw

that away?

You're giving me career advice.

I've actually done the job you play at.

I'm just saying, I did save his life.

So? So it's an opportunity.

For who?

Everyone.

You think you're going back to the park, don't you?

Oh, bless.

You don't want me here and I don't want to be here.

It suits us both.

You can leave any time you want. That's the whole point of Slough House.

Not sure how you missed that.

I'm not leaving the service.

But I shouldn't be in Slough House.

Because I'm really fucking good.

And you know that.

You know, it's not the hope that kills you, Cartwright.

It's knowing it's the hope that kills you, that kills you.

Oh, Pepe, here, get this.

So I'll get the bill and you'll ask him.

If it comes up.

This is

Louisa. Leave a message.

Hey. it's uh it's me um i know i'm supposed to be giving you space or

but uh well i actually don't have anyone else to call because it's um

well it looks like i'm leaving the flower house too

Didn't know you were here.

Yes, you did.

Yes, I did.

We've got to get that fucking lift mended.

You enjoying this, are you? Not particularly.

Oh, but go on, do your bit.

I imagine you've worked it all out.

You practice in front of the mirror. Do you find it hard to look yourself in the

eye?

Do you mind?

Could you not... Could you not do that here, please?

This is MI5 property, after all.

Fuck MI5. My gas, my rule.

Yeah, about that.

Not anymore, I'm afraid.

Oh, really?

Your gas, as you term it, is no more.

Thing of the past, literally.

One understands that you've been allowed to run this place under sufferance

because of, uh...

Because what have you done for the service?

But you know there are lines.

There are limits.

Two of us know your way over both.

You do remember yesterday, right? When one of my team saved your life.

I began to regret giving them the tip -off. My life was only in danger because

another member of your delinquent... Also, in the ledger of things that

House has not fucked up, which I grant used a little thing in the grand scheme,

is that I...

Caught the femme fatale behind this week's fucking bloodshed and chaos

your goons having a firefight in an embassy.

But I suppose that's why, yeah?

You want to bury the fact that she batted her eyelids and you let her walk

of the building and fuck up the MI5 mainframe all at the same time.

You know, it's funny. I, um... I have a totally different narrative.

Yeah, I'm sure you do.

Let me guess. Judd gets to keep the commission on the 100 mil for saying

tried to warn me about the Libyans and Tara's connection to Ho.

Well, I did nothing.

You blame it all on Slough House.

You get to keep your job.

Yeah?

Checkmate. Mate.

Yeah, well, it looks like I'm fucked.

You know, I don't like to use that word, but yes, you're fucked.

You're all totally fucked.

Apart from Cartwright.

Because he shows some promise, I feel, and deserves a second chance.

Here, lad, he falls here.

Right, well, I'll see myself out, shall I?

Oh, by the way, there's a team coming by later today to clean this

place up.

You'll leave quite a stain.

But it'll be gone.

I'm sorry, what was that?

What was what?

I overheard... Oh, that.

That was you threatening a political figure hours before he was killed.

I'll play you the other bits, if you like.

Where his wife talks about your sugar daddy behaviour and you blackmail him

about his Turkish dad.

In case it slipped your mind.

I mean, it might have done.

You've had a busy week.

You know what? I was, um... I was probably a tad premature, wasn't

I? When I said checkmate, more like check, wasn't it? You know, so I do a

and you do... What do you want?

I want what I always want.

To be left in utter fucking peace.

All right.

All right.

Flower house.

So does Molly Doran. I love Molly. Molly's a lot of fun. That would never

And Ho comes back.

Ho? That's an utter fucking liability.

Absolutely not. Ho comes back.

Is he the only one who can manage my Deliveroo account?

Right. If he, uh, right. Okay.

Okay. So then, uh, who do you propose that we hang this on? Well, we pin it on

the, uh, on the fucking champ.

who deserves to go.

You.

Me?

No. No, no way, no.

No, no, no, no. I'm, um, I'm not going anywhere.

But you still paid a call, girl, who, incidentally, you were also boffing.

If you're not out of your office within the hour, I'm going to send this to

every grubby little hack.

I know from my drinking days. That's going to do untold damage towards the

service, and you know that. Like I give a fuck.

Look what the service has done to me.

Yeah, leave the door open on your way out. I like a through draft.

I'm sure we'll meet again.

I doubt that.

I don't use prostitutes.

She wasn't a prostitute. She wasn't... That was... She wasn't... Oh, fuck.

I don't know where everybody gets this from.

What? That was, um... She was an escort.

Roddy Ho is on his way back to you.

I am not taking Cartwright.

Eh, it's fine.

I'm a little short on numbers anyway.

You want to keep him?

You never know.

Might need a new liver.

Anyway, it was me that worked out Whelan was the target. Don't tell me you want

to come back to the park.

Oh, fuck off.

Well, nice that it is to chat.

I'm in the middle of moving on.

Well, I hope that now your first desk you won't forget the little people.

Doors always open for a coffee and a catch -up.

Do I detect a note of sarcasm?

Absolutely. I never want to hear from you or anyone else at the park again.

An arrangement that suits both of us, Jackson.

Did you just fuck off?

Oh, it's nice to see you too.

His dad stole the fire with the Slow Horse's names in it. Now he's dead.

And my Joes are being hunted.

Flow House is completely missing.

We don't exist anymore.

You've got a leap Julian Assange would be proud of.

Our security?

Yeah.

In these hands.

They're running out of time.

What? It's a bloodbath.

Is there any trouble?

I promise to a person or I'll fuck off someone's face!

What are you doing here?

Business.

No one is unaccountable, Diana.

We need to address the firemen.

Who the fuck, what the fuck, where the fuck and why the fuck?

That's four.

Fuck off, that's five.

Well, go on then, fuck off.

The gods haven't blessed you. You better get back on the rail.

Drip down on the data. Keep pushing the paper. The debt's dripping down

on the wall.

It's a million to one. There's a place in the sun.