Stephen, can I... Oh, I understand, Julius. It's the game we play.

You did what you had to do.

If it's all the same, Stephen...

Steve! I'm sorry.

I'll not forget this.

Are you off to clear your desk, Steve?

Don't forget your lucky gonk,

and your World's Shittest Dad mug.

We were on the same side, Malcolm, and you fucked me over!

Not me, Stevo, not me. The independent report.

So I'm sorry, but you're going to have to go.

Oh, I agree with you. I'm going.

I'm going to resign from the Cabinet.

And then I'm going to go and join Dan Miller's team.

I think we need a new leader.

Steve! Oh, no, no, no. Steve!

Don't you ever take up fucking poker, because you're a crap liar.

I am going to join Dan Miller's team and then we are going to take you down.

We are going to take you down to funky town!

Funky town centre, here you come! Choo fucking choo. Is this what you're threatening me with?

Fucking disco lights and a fucking choo-choo train?

You're a joke, Steve.

There's nothing you can do! Steve!

Yeah? There's one thing I can do.

What are you going to do? Yeah, wouldn't you like to know?

Who are you going to meet? Who's your meeting with? Bye-bye!

I'm not fucking worried, mate!

Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him, fuck him!

OK, listen, everybody. That was Gavin at Number Ten.

He reckons that Steve Fleming has just joined the cabal.

A complete disaster. There'll be nothing else on television for weeks.

Where's Malcolm? The dark knight in all this.

Malcolm will have grabbed his false passport and got a plane to Brazil

to spend the rest of his days being the world's scariest dentist.

Derek! Get the fuck down to ITN right now and start briefing the shit out of them. Where's Sarah?

I want Sarah to do the cars. I want her to pimp the ministerial rides. Come on!