Seriously, the PM likes you personally.

I like you personally, and we've absolutely no desire to get rid of you. I just want you to know that.

None of this negative stuff is coming from us.

Oh, no, mate. That...

..makes a big difference. Makes me feel a lot more secure. Does it?

Well, it's difficult.

What's difficult? Just endless headlines, day after day.

It's chipping away at confidence. Absolutely. The thing is... we're starting to look weak.

Everybody's saying, "When's he gonna go. When's he gonna go?"

Right... And you don't want us to look weak, do you? No, no... So there you are!

That's why you've gotta go.

No.

Yes. No. KNOCK AT DOOR

Would you like some coffee? Fuck off! Tea?

You fuck off, darling.

Malcolm, look, um...

if you do this, it's the bollocks of the jungle out there, you know?

They're like wolves...

pissed wolves. I've made the announcement. I've told the Lobby.

You've told the Lobby I'm going?

Yeah. Sorry, Cliff.

Minister... Yeah, get used to "Cliff".

I've booked you in for the usual soapy-tit-wank farewell at Number 10 in 20 minutes.

I've drafted a letter of resignation. It says you're jumping before you're pushed,

although we're going to be briefing that you were pushed. Sorry.

Um...

Look, you don't need to do all this. What about Tom, yeah? Everybody knows he's fucking up Transport.

We can't sack Tom at Transport! We can't lose anyone at Transport, they're important!

What, and Social Affairs isn't?

Oh... OK, the Department of Social Affairs is very important, but it's not Transport.

Transport's cars, buses, trucks...

I know what Transport fucking entails!

Look, look...

HUGH SIGHS DEEPLY

I'll look at them.

"Personal reasons"?