No, no, no, listen. What? Listen.

What? You know when something bad happens and

you think it's not as bad as you think...

Where's Julie? Malcolm's commandeered Julie for the PM's speech.

We bumped into each other...

What do you mean? You're supposed to be looking after her, for fuck's sake.

to babysit.

Malcolm took her... Just say no.

Just say no?

Don't you understand?

Babysitting...? Malcolm! Fuck Malcolm.

Fuck Malcolm! Fuck Malcolm!

Fuck Malcolm! Well, um, that was my initial reaction as well.

Deep breath, Nicola.

Yes, I know. Thank you, thank you. Fuck off! Thank you.

Right, yes, what do you want us to do?

Do you want your rescue remedy? No. Fuck off.

Get me some ketamine, I want to separate my mind from my body. Fuck.

Jesus Christ! Poor Nicola.

OK, right. I'm going to have to talk to the bastard. Take some...

Yeah, that's right rip your shirt off. Go on Braveheart, freedom.

What, have you got a text there?

Yeah. Be with you in a minute.

Listen, just casually mention to Lindsay Anorexi at the Mail

that the PM has brought Julie Price to the conference.

That's not strictly true though, is it?

Well, Strictly Come Dancing isn't strictly dancing, is it?

There's also a bit at the beginning where an old man dribbles.

So what? I didn't really follow that. My point is...

Oh, Glen. Right, OK, mate. Look, I can see you're a tad peeved...

I'm not having it. You've gone too far.

Hey, get a grip, Glen. I didn't fucking come in your mouth.

Are you in on this? Oh, God no. No, I'm just obeying orders, like a Nazi guard. Only in a non-gassy way.

You're not Jewish are you? No. Oh, good. Can you just take...? Yeah. Why don't you go in here.

Some important people and biscuits in there. Have a coffee.

Don't want to bring back bad memories. What are you on about?