It's so vague. "Hello, I'm Hugh Abbot, the Minister for...

"I dunno - stuff." And take a look at these civil servants here.

You wouldn't get these dweebs at the Foreign Office. This place is packed to the gills with dreck.

No offence.

..Well, I accept it. On behalf of the PM, I accept your resignation.

As you've worked out, it's probably for the best.

Minister, hello. Just going to see Mr Tucker. Oh, I'm sorry. Mr Tucker has someone there.

I won't be a second. Quite urgent. Sorry, you're have to wait. Right.

Get you a biscuit?

Thank you.

You won't regret this, Dan. Trust me, you won't. No...

let's hope not.

Ah, you must be gutted.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah...

Hi. Dan.

Oh, you're seeing Malcolm? Yeah.

Thank you.

Malcolm, I've made a decision.

..You know, what I said about memos in the department, - I mean,

that's sortable. Cos we can just... well, sort it. Just an admin thing.

Don't worry, no-one's taken... We know what you mean. Yeah.

Lovely memo on urban renewal. Oh, good. See, here's a memo and it's only taken me a day to get to me.

So things are looking up already.

Dan really did himself some favours there, you know. Maybe you're right.

Would you like to hear what our leader thinks? The PM's reply

to his resignation letter. "You are a dazzlingly bright, talented,

"committed and honourable new force in British politics. I'm immensely sorry to lose you

"but I predict you will one day find yourself in very high office indeed."

Well...that's easy. The resigning's just... That's just cheap and lazy.

Yeah. Little shit, anyway, Dan Miller.

I never liked him. I never liked him. I never ever, ever liked him.

Look, it's really late. Let's.... Come on, Glenn. Time to go home.

OK. I thought Dan was good.

See you. Goodnight. Goodnight, Hugh.

HE SIGHS

Actually, can I stay on your sofa tonight?