(and I'll mop up the mess - business as usual.)

The whole heat could come out of this situation if I went.

It's not come to any resignation yet, surely?

D'you know what pisses me off? After 37 years,

without a moment's thought, he's prepared to drop me right in it.

He's just panicking. No, if anyone's gonna resign, I should go. No, no.

Decent of you, but I'LL go. You should stay.

Any fucker can sit behind a pot-plant,

but YOU'RE the man who stands behind his desk making sure the pen works.

Right. So maybe you SHOULD go.

Now, hang on! You've convinced me. I think it would be better.

No, I'm just SAYING - in the scheme of things - not saying I should GO.

I thought you just said you should go. No, I'm talking... You said!

..academically. That wasn't academic. Absolutely WAS. It wasn't!

I... Not academic talk, that was TALKING talk.

Well, I'M having an academic discussion. Not with ME.

I'm having a REAL discussion with you. Well, we can re-set for a real discussion. Resign here and now,

and I'll put the letter on Hugh's desk. I can very easily say the same!

I'M not doing that. Why the fuck not? Hugh's my friend, I'M not doing it.

I'll stay and stand behind him! I'm just a counter-man at McDonalds,

I'm that important. YOU'RE the clown running the shop, the one they want to see strung from a lamppost

by his fucking wig.

What does THAT make me? Ronald McDonald.

Well, fuck off!

I'm not going, mate. Neither am I.

So, um, what did the PM say? There'll be an inquiry.

LOUD GASP

Oh, yes! Oh-h...!

Thank you! You're a fucking star. That's OK.

Sam... Yeah, of course. ..Hugh, Hugh.

Yes? Prime Minister. Could you...?

(Whoo!)

BISCUITS CRUNCH Mmm! Hello.

Oh! Hello. Is everything all right, Minister? Mmm.

Those weren't special biscuits, were they? No. No, no. Good.

How are you? I have been better, to be honest, but there's gonna be an inquiry, so. Right. Fingers crossed.