Sam, Sam! Get me Stewart Pearson on the phone!
Olly, shouldn't you be in bed?
Shouldn't you not be here?
Whoa, stop, stop, whoa! You can't go up there.
No, I have to. I can't go back over there.
It's like Alien versus Predator. I want back in! Here!
Everybody is tremendously appreciative of what you've done.
It was a noble sacrifice, but...
What do you mean, sacrifice? I thought we had a deal?
Sacrifice sounds very one sided.
Piss off sounds one sided, but there we go.
Hey, Malcolm.
Why is he still here? Can you not perform a simple task?
When there is a shit on your doorstep, you hose it off.
You don't try and talk it into leaving of its own volition.
I got rid of Nicola for you. You owe me.
I owe you? Your act of treachery wiped the slate clean.
Rudolf Hess's fucking senile older brother.
Look, I know you think I screwed up,
but I came here on my hands and knees, Malcolm.
You, my friend. You don't exist to me any more.
I can't even fucking hear you.
Do you want me to beg? Is that it?
Because I will.
Listen, Mary Queen of fucking Shits.
In the old days we would have just slit you up the middle
like a fucking Cornish pasty.
Hang your steaming entrails all around the Tower of fucking London.
Catch you later, you fucking traitor.
Sam, what is it? A call from Stewart Pearson.
Stewart Pearson. I'm the fucking wanker's lodestone today!
Stewart, yes. The goatee-bearded guru-boy of Company B.
It's a no, Glenn.
Yeah, Malcolm can this wait, Mmm?
Word is the PM's considering an inquiry into the culture of leaking.
No, no. Do you really think he's going to invite everyone into