I didn't know they'd be able to see it!

So we have to seize the agenda,

we have to deflect attention away from all this.

It's now time to embrace our friend Mr Tickle.

I can't say his name without smiling.

Well, he's not smiling, is he?

He's living in a tent cos his key worker housing was sold off.

Yes and he's a 24 carat fucking nutcase.

Which means that Peter Mannion

has been picking on a man with a history of depression.

That's a way right into the principality of pricks, right there.

Yeah, and that's EXACTLY what they will expect me to do.

They'll know about his mental health records as well.

They'll just be waiting for me to attack and I'm not going to and THAT will surprise them.

I think that you and I need to have a little talk.

A proper talk.

Like when mummy explains why daddy's going to be in the papers tomorrow.

Out. You mean you'd like us to go?

Yes, into exile, preferably. Bhutan's nice.

I need to know that you're really on top of things, actually, Malcolm.

I do my fucking job!

Well, do you do your fucking job out of a sense of obligation

or are you doing it because you actually believe in me?

Oh, let me boomer-fucking-rang that one right back at you, do you believe in you?

Cos I can't see any fucking fire in your eyes.

I can't even see the clicking of the, of the pilot light

to try and get a tiny, little flame going.

What I do see is that you might at any day decide,

"Oh, I've fucking had enough," and go off and get a blanket from the car.

I slightly resent what you're saying.

The fact of the matter is, I do not believe in my heart of hearts...

that you're hungry for power.

You've got no idea how hungry for power I am.

You have to really fucking want to do this. This is what I'm telling you!

I FUCKING want this... Shit, people can hear me.

I am hungry for this, yes!