Jesus Christ.

OK, go. Go, go, go!

You drive off like that again and I'll stick your meter so far down your throat,

you'll be able to tell the price of your next shit.

Why the fuck have you brought me to a police station

when one of our most senior figures is about to be arrested?

Um...don't clasp your hands behind your back, it makes you look like you've been cuffed.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Oh, it's him. Marvellous!

Put him on speakerphone, he might want to do an interview down the line.

Oliver Reeder. 'Olly, some press turned up at Brentford.'

I've just been chased into a cab. It's like Hard Day's fucking Night.

'Where can I go?' Er...I'm hearing Hackney's good, 82% operational.

Olly, will you please keep the rest of the press there,

with Dan in Lewisham?

Please. I need my dignity.

Come on, give me my fucking dignity... Er, thanks for calling.

OK, we need to get out of here as quickly as we possibly can.

Thank you very much. That was really, er, wonderful. Carry on.

Super, super station. Love what you've done with it.

Malcolm's gone. What's happening? Did he escape?

No, the press were there, it was taking too long.

Christ's sake! It's Tora fucking Bora all over again.

Where did he go? We've got to get everyone there now.

I'll find out, I'll find out.

Let's get a chopper in the air. Be like the OJ chase! He is getting bloody arrested today, OK?

Absolutely. It's legacy stuff - the men who threw Malcolm Tucker in the slammer!

Can I just say my idea for pop-up prisons doesn't seem so stupid now.

Oh, blah, blah! Being this close won't... Hackney, Hackney!

Where's Hackney? There. That's Hackney, right there. OK, OK, it's my manor.

Adam, Adam, make it happen. Boots on the ground, yeah?

This is fucking awesome, it's like COBRA! I hope I get defence next.

Want the headset now, don't you? Fuck off.

I'm making myself an Earl Grey, Glenn. Can I get you something?

No, I'm tea-d out, thank you, Terri.

Oh. Do you want a hand? You could open that cupboard door.