Better take this elsewhere.

Ben, you don't have your magic drawer any more.

I think I might. What? I think I do.

It's been four months, Ben. It can't still be there.

Who's going to know? I've hidden it under... Well, I know.

Get in! Sweet giver of blood sugar.

Right. I'm going to go down, personally, and pick up the pizza myself.

Can you do savoury after sweet?

Yes. Right. OK.

Tom is as mad as a dickless dog. Right?

He is specifically very, very fucking angry at you, Nicola.

Oh, fantastic(!)

Then we should cancel tonight.

Tonight. What's tonight?

It's the fourth sector. It's my fourth sector launch.

He's going down to the room.

Just... Just fucking...

One at a time. Right?

Terri, get the minister's car. Downstairs. Right now.

Why? Never mind fucking why.

Come on.

Nicola, I want you to go down there and I want you to pretend

that you've got an appointment to go to and this is what you say. Right?

Say? You are not challenging Tom, at all.

Oh, fuck.

Tom is the man to lead the country through this difficult crisis. Right?

Tom is the man of the moment.

Then you get in your car and you just fucking drive about,

do some sightseeing, attach a hosepipe to the exhaust, whatever.

Nicola Murray is fucking coming. OK?

Get me a fucking Curly Wurly. Right?

Would you like a bit of concealer? No. No!

This is it. It'll work. Get out there. He's the man of the moment.

You've got the confidence. That's it.

He's the man of the moment.

Look at that gait. That's fucking class. Nicola Murray is back.