No-one to process them at the stations.

I doubt there are any major criminals on the loose, this is about paperwork,

it's not Con Air! I mean, I wish it was!

That to Peter. Oh, good morning, Minister!

How did it go with the DPM?

Oh, so that good. I've got to go.

Anyone read Wolf Hall?

I'm just shuttling messages between them.

I'm like a blue-bottomed fly, frankly. Ah! From Fergus.

It's the one set on a plane.

No, that's Snakes on a Plane.

This one is Nicolas Cage on a plane.

Heaven's sake!

Look, Phil,

every petty criminal in the country is in a holding pattern because...

that barrel of cocks at the Home Office can't process

their arrests quick enough, so why am I the one

who has to gimp himself out all day to Martha Kearney and Eddie Mair?

Since the inquiry DoSAC looks toxic and weak. They're trying to pile

all the Government's ills on us. Whose fault's that?

I said I'm sorry about the inquiry, OK?

I started writing you a letter but it seemed pretentious. If it's consolation,

I haven't felt that humiliated since my trunks fell down at a swimming gala.

It's of no consolation to think of you naked in front of 500 boys.

Yeah, absolutely, Trevor. OK, yeah, drinks soon.

Yeah, you too. OK, bye.

Oh, God!

I just felt my ovaries cringe!

I'm trying to flirt our way out of this police backlog.

Peter, quick reminder, Think Socially,

the social enterprise scheme, we're launching it tomorrow. Sod that!

I need to keep a low profile, give it to Fergus and Adam.

Sorry, Han, can I just put you on pause there?

I'm in the minister's office. Oh, great! Oh, no, the proper one!

I'm just pausing you there. Mary Drake.

From the Home Office, she's going to come over, fancies a chat.