You're staying here, mate.

I'm not... You haven't even got biscuits.

You stay here, right.

The situation is fucking febrile.

You don't fucking know what febrile means. No. You don't.

It means there are going to be hysterical journalists watching every fucking move we make.

the mains until the danger's passed?

There's a few journalists out there already.

See, there you are. It's a fucking feeding frenzy.

Yeah. Well, not in here, it's not.

Don't panic, Orca, we'll get sandwiches. OK.

How many are there there? Eight.

Right, people, listen up.

It's a fucking lockdown...right now.

We're not in a prison drama, are we?

We are in a prison drama. This is The fucking Shawshank Redemption

but with more tunnelling through shit and no fucking redemption.

Right, people, nobody move. Nobody move.

Nobody gets truncheoned in the face.

This is a lockdown. Right.

What that means is this office is now an isolation unit.

Do not use the phones.

come on.

I've got to go. Bye.

Terri. Yes. I'm here.

Come on.

Everybody else, stay Chaplin. Is that trainers she's wearing?

servant, not a playgroup assistant.

Steve, oh, the man himself.

Yes. What is it?

It's like wet play, isn't it?

Queen to knight four.

I never had you down as a chess man, Glenn. I thought you might be more

the kind to play Ludo, or something.

Do you mind?

Oh, what, can you not multitask?