put a bit of air between us and the policy, a lot of air.

Adam, this is not the time for party political point scoring.

At least let the body get cold. Of course. Understood.

What was it...? What was it Peter said to those Welsh chartered surveyors?

"The health service should be for care not subsidised housing."

Now, I mean, that is...

Jesus. Is this what we came into politics for?

Yeah, that and the pussy.

What's that? I'm supposed to be commenting on a suicide not a fucking camel race.

It will balance out the bad news. You know - yin-yang.

Jon Snow does it. I want Tickle's movements over the last 24 hours

and I want his complete mental health records since he first sat on a potty.

Do you think you might need one or two computers for that, Stewart?

We're going to try and dredge up some fire-fighting strategy.

Absolutely. I'll top-load you as soon as we arrive.

Yep, thanks. OK. All right. Bye.

Can I...? Can I take the seatbelt off?

No, Peter. Stewart, what are you doing?

It helps with the car sickness.

This is great, isn't it, Stewart?

A conference on crisis management that's been scuppered by an actual fucking crisis.

We don't even know why he killed himself yet.

I mean, suicide, it's pathetic.

At least take some of your enemies with you, that's a noble death.

This is going nuts. So many questions being asked.

It started with why did Phil bring a tie from the '90s?

I brought an alternative. But that's too far the other way. It makes him look guilty.

How can he be guilty? He's got the perfect alibi. He was at boot camp.

Oh! Brilliant, let's release that, hey?

There's no actual blood on his hands and he remembered to wipe the fingerprints off the knife.

Look, you can wear my tie, what about mine?

What's on your tie? Tintin moon rockets. Oh, for fuck's sake.

It amazes me you ever found your way out of your mother's womb.

Here he is! Minister! Minister, does the government have blood on its hands?

Are you resigning? Have you got anything to say to the family?

Shouldn't you have done more, Minister? Please! Not the trousers.