Terri, can you harness that anger and bring it down to Eastbourne?

I desperately need you to come down and help me.

The problem is this party political problem because I'm a civil servant

and I cannot possibly be seen to have anything to do with a party conference.

a factory that makes fans right, and a man has walked in with a giant

shit spraying machine and you happen to be bunking off work and not very far away, so I need you here.

Listen, I've got a cagoule in the back and I could

if that's going to help you out.

This is what my life's come to.

Exchanging hostages round the back of the hotel. Yeah, very nice to meet you, Julie...

And you. Thank you for coming with me. That's all right.

The cruddiest spy film ever.

The Eastbourne Ultimatum.

We just thought we might just get you out of the hot seat.

I'm allergic to dogs, I can't...

Come on! But she's got a dog with her.

She's got a fucking dog with her.

He's diabetic, four shots a day, can't leave him anywhere. Get in!

As long as we're not in the car for very long.

Now the dogs in. Is she going to put Julie in the boot? I'm gonna ring him.

Excuse me, your phone's ringing.

Get a fucking move on. Where are you?

Never mind where I am.

I can see you and you're not in the car and you're not driving away.

And you should be, so fuck off.

Glen, come on, you have a bit more. All right, Malc.

Watch your step, I don't want you tripping up again! Absolutely.

D-Day. What is it Malcolm? I thought you were one of the boxers, not the MC.

No, no. It's just I've got to show my face

at a few receptions this evening including the Rod Hughes do for Tom.

like a fucking coma.

Malcolm, you've started beating up your own guys.

That has to be a bad sign. I didn't hit fucking Glen.

Why would I do that? And you've got absolutely no proof that I did.

Yeah, whatever you say, Malcolm.

Look at this, he doesn't flinch, does he?