Or...I suppose I could always pop one of them out

if the interview's flagging.

It's an option!

Um... I did apologise, didn't I, for telling you to fuck off?

Yes.

Good. Because I, you know, I didn't mean it.

I wouldn't be here if I thought you meant it.

I've got plenty of places to fuck off to.

It's a big funeral home, isn't it?

KNOCK ON DOOR

M Tucker. Olly. Malcolm.

Um, we need to have a little chat.

You're not splitting up with me, are you?

Because I'm pregnant and it's quads, so, you know. You're not laughing.

Well, I'm laughing on the inside.

Which is a tad ironic,

because I'm leaving here in five minutes to get arrested. Hang on.

Sorry, er...you're going to be arrested at the exact same time

that Dan Miller's doing his Lewisham walkabout?

Yeah. But I'm going to Brentford where nobody will be watching me

because they'll all be with him.

So the Leader of the Opposition is going to be filmed at a police station

at the exact moment as his Head Of Communications is being arrested.

Yes! OK, great, great, so that's a sack full of face-chewing rats,

thank you very much. Look, it's... this is what you have to deal with, right?

It's just another day at the fuck office.

So now, I have to step into your shoes, but after you've shat in them?

Olly, look at me. I'm not pulling anything out of a magic hat.

The rabbits have fallen to pieces,

their fucking heads are coming off and frightening the kids.

So somebody else is going to have to help out.

Well, who says I even want to be you, Malcolm?

Who says that? Nobody says that.

Except every screaming atom of that etiolated stick of fuck you call a body says that.

Every fibre of your being, every stamen...says that.

But you are not me, Olly.