Yes, Mr Milk-it says we should probably stop this now.

Okey-doke. I need you to dig out an old email for me.

One of those confidential, "delete after reading" emails,

that we never did delete?

Remember the email that Nicola sent ages ago,

where she floated the exact same policy

that's just got Mannion tickled in a bad way?

No. No, because you're 90, but, trust me, it does exist.

She was completely up for it before she realised that her

husband's PFI contracts fucked the whole thing.

That, my friend, is the email I'd like you to dig out.

So what's going on here, are you starting...

Is Malcolm starting a coup?

A bit louder, because there's a man in a coma over there,

Glenn, who didn't quite hear that.

Right, wee mission accomplished.

Actually, having an accurate wee into a moving train toilet

would make a great round on The Cube with Philip Schofield.

Nicola, is it true there's a rumour that Ben Swain is going to resign?

No, that's not true. I mean it might be true that there's a rumour,

but that rumour is not true.

So Ben Swain is completely on side? Oh, look,

I think Helen in the vestibule, Nicola.

She wants to, erm, wants to talk to you about your wrap.

In terms of filling, chicken or, or cheese.

That's what her body language is telling me. Any how.

Right. That's probably the first time I've ever used

the words "wrap" and "vestibule" in the same sentence,

actually I'm almost certain it is.

PHONE RINGS Do you need to get that?

Erm, no, but I do need a wee, so... All right, take it easy,

let me give you a hand. Don't! I'm sorry. Not there! All right.

That's where the appendix usually goes.

MUTTERING TO EACH OTHER

He's not actually the grim reaper, just a friend PHONE RINGS

Helen, yes. Some serious shit's going down.