Yeah. Yes, you do fucking want this job.

Then, you're going to have to fucking swallow this whole fucking life

and let it grow inside you like a parasite.

Getting bigger and bigger and bigger until it fucking eats your insides alive

and it stares out of your eyes and tells you what to do.

Malcolm, this sounds like the fucking video you leave on YouTube

after you've blown your brains out.

I'm as dead as fucking 2 Tone.

But I can fashion my own exit.

Oh, Christ! What, are you going to fly to Switzerland

and have a wank off a nurse and a bye-bye pill, are you?

Funny, funny man.

Political exit.

No, I know.

I'm going to leave the stage with my head held fucking high, right?

What you're going to see is a masterclass in fucking dignity, son.

The audience will be on their feet. "There he goes," they'll say.

"No friends, no real friends. No children, no glory, no memoirs."

Well, fuck them.

Hello. Hello.

Hi. Nicola Murray, Leader of... Oh! I've got to stop saying that.

Hello. Helen, hi. Declan.

Declan, hi.

Nice to see you again. Yes, again, er...

Do you not remember me?

I, I'm so sorry, you look very familiar,

but it's just I meet so, well, I met so many people.

You're for the chop!

SHE CHUCKLES

Oh, right. You're... OK!

Uh-huh! Mr Chop. Yeah.

I'll look forward to giving you a bit of a grilling!

Well, this might be your chance, I'm the one doing the interview. Are you? Great.

Here we... Here's an old friend. Hello. Oh, yeah. Wow! Yeah.

Still, still doing that joke!

Big, though, isn't it?