We need a cold press, or is there ice? Oh... What about the mini-bar?

Oh, God... Is there a...? Yeah, look at that. Oh, my God, everything's tiny.

Are you having a turn, Glen? No, I mean the can is tiny.

Oh, OK. Sorry. The kettle is tiny.

Come and sit down. Oh, that's better.

You look like a squeezed doughnut. We need a flannel.

And some hot water so I'm going to boil a kettle... Look, I'm not having a baby.

No. No, and anyway it's a bloody nano-kettle.

There is a hot tap, Nicola.

Jesus, what am I like? I mean, I could make you a cup of tiny tea.

Right. Um, so there's the...

You want me to...? OK, I'll have a go.

Um...put your head back.

I think Malcolm said, "Forward." Is it forward?

I've always had childcare.

So, um can you try and keep the bloody handkerchief away from my dress... Yes. If you don't mind.

Oh, dear. It looks very sore. I'm assuming we've lost our People's Champion, yeah?

It felt like a "No" to me.

Did it feel like a "No" to you, Glen? Oh, I think a "No".

I'm so fucked. I've got an hour and a half.

With all due respect, Nicola, there's a human aspect to all this.

I know, and you were very brave.

Just, realistically, there is so little I can

do about it and I've got to write the fucking speech.

So, Ollie, could you get on with that?

Glen, why don't you come to my room and lie down.

Put a towel down on the bed, just... Jesus, Malcolm.

What? Oh, God. How is the patient?

I don't want to speak to you right now, Malcolm. I think you should leave.

Do you?

Yes. What, are you going to hit me? I don't fucking hit women.

Except Glen, obviously. Just you fucking leave Glen out of this.

Glen's been through enough as it is.

Listen, mate, I'm really... I'm really sorry, right, I'm really

sorry about what happened in the heat of the fucking moment.

I'm under pressure, trying to plug a lot of leaks.