Hugh, I've seen Monkton's report. It's not good. OK.

He's talked to that driver you got rid of. Oh, God! I never liked him. I told Glenn I didn't like him.

The driver. He was a smirky bastard. He's told him he heard you and Glenn

talk about putting your flat on the market but not accepting offers.

In passing! Mentioned in passing, j-just as WORDS, you know.

It's not as if we were plotting like Guy Fawkes,

concocting our evil master-plan to not sell a two-bedroomed flat(!)

I didn't know Glenn had gone ahead. I'm just tired. Is that a crime now? Feeling shattered?

You feeling shattered will not be the headline. It'll be YOU'VE LIED.

Right, look, I want your guys over here, but not you. Understand?

Sure it wouldn't be helpful? Or are you ALL gonna be talking about me? We'll ALL be talking about you.

Right, I'll...ring for a cab, it's quicker than calling one of the cars up. OK? OK.

Right, well...let's get going. Yup.

Ah, Hugh. Yup. Bye. Yup.

Yup. See you later... OK.

..probably, anyway.

Hugh. I mean, with the other two, it's just another day, eh? I know.

I want you to know I'm on your side.

You know?

I wouldn't...

We'll ride again.

Department of Social Affairs(?)

Department of fucking shocking, shitty, charlatan SHIT! That's...

Feet off the furniture, you Oxbridge twat! You're no' on a punt now.

Yes, I am king of remembering my own password.

KNOCK AT DOOR Yeah!

Oh, Dan! Hi, Hugh. Is Ollie about? No, he's with Tucker. They all are.

Something up? No, no, they're just talking about...

a directive from some think-tank thinks press secretaries

should minute their meetings with lobbyists... Right. So they're...

just talking about how fucked I am.

Oh, the report? Yeah. Like Monkton sat in front of the word-processor

and let the righteous anger of the independent judiciary flow through him.

It's such a something-and-nothing issue to get crucified over. Just a flat! Precisely.

Just cos I'm not some brushed-aluminium, you know...cyberprick. Like...

Er, like... Like Ollie.