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