Do you want some Rescue Remedy? No.

Do you want me to send for some noodles?

No, I don't want fucking noodles!

I just...

Oh, God.

I just... I just want a fucking break.

Mmm.

I think we both need to think about where we're at.

You know, trajectory and so on.

Bollocks.

I don't want you.

I just didn't want everybody to go on the same day, that's all.

I'm fine. I've got me from here.

Box.

Box.

Fucking box.

Bingo! We just need to leak it.

You saying, "Key worker housing sell-off is possibly the worst idea

"since the invention of theatre."

Does that give us enough distance from Mannion?

Oh, yeah. This is your 'Get Out of Jail Free' card strapped to a fucking jet-pack.

We just need to leak it.

Well, obviously it can't look like it came from us.

Maybe it's time to bring Glenn back. He's been out on a limb since punk hasn't he?

Thousand year old Glenn Fiddich?

Yeah, fucking perfect. He'll love it. Olly, look, I'm feeling very exposed here.

I've got my cock out, it's covered in breadcrumbs

and the fucking pigeons are circling.

Look, please, just, just ring me back.

Mr Cullen, we would like you to leak...wow...this.

Don't worry. Nothing major, just an email that puts a bit of distance

between Fergus and the Tickel affair.

What? I go from being a turnip to a leak.

Still a fucking vegetable to you though, eh?

You want to bring Mannion down a peg or 12, don't you, Glenn?

Well, of course I do. The up-his-arse Kensington Butcher.