Yeah, that's...not something that should be out there.

No. No, no, no, no.

I'll catch you later. Thanks for doing that. Not a problem, Malcolm.

I'm very grateful...

Malcolm's back. Malcolm's back. He's through there.

What? I'll call you back. Hi. Hello.

Are you alright? You've got that cock in the cookie jar look.

He's back. Who? Barrymore? No. Clement Attlee?

Oh, fuck! Yes. Malcolm. Yes.

Oh, no. God, he's going to kill me.

I was there when he was being sacked and he asked me for help

and I held out and now he's going to want revenge, isn't he? Fuck!

It's going to be like...

Kill Bill or Get Carter, only it's going to be Get And Kill Nicola

And Then Get Carter And Bill To Fucking Kill Her Too. How did you hear about it?

I've just connected his computer for him in the old liaison...

Fuck! He's in the building? Shit! Where?

He's in the old liaison office. But he's in an odd way, Nicola.

It's like he's been to the vet and had his knacker's done.

When I come back from Cabinet, I'm going to hide in my office.

For the rest of the day.

Oh, God. I'm going to be glad to be out here.

Yeah. Oh, yeah.

Are you... All right. America?

What are you thinking, Yale or nale? I don't know.

Off the record, what do you think? I really, really wonder whether it's the right thing for you.

I mean, it's a huge country, isn't it? I was going to live there. I wasn't going to eat it.

I know, but imagine sitting there on your fanny,

watching King Of Queen's, eating a Twinkie, and...

Malcolm's told you to warn me off it, hasn't he? No. Well, yeah.

He's been here two minutes and already

he's pulling the strings of his pathetic little voodoo marionette.

No. Right. Fuck it. I'm not going to hide.

Bring it on!

Malcolm.

Hey, Nicola! How are you doing?