The thing is, don't panic.

Is it what you do, though, because it's disgusting!

You cannot treat people like this.

Can you please shut up for one fucking minute?!

I'm asking nicely. Please.

Now, Hugh. I'm going to have to hang up.

Did you enjoy that? Did you enjoy that?

I apologise. I am giving you a number.

Your dad told us that he didn't know you worked for the company. You never told him.

Ollie Reeder.

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Erm... Sorry, who is this?

Well, obviously he knew, but...

No, I've never cleaned up my own mother's piss.

Erm, sorry. Who are you?

Well, you do talk to your dad.

Yeah. Well, how did you get... No, you fucking don't!

Stop going on about... That is the wrong answer!

The wrong fucking answer!

Don't be aggressive. I will call you back.

You tell your corporate affairs people,

otherwise I'll come along there

and fucking maim every single fucking one of them, OK?

Good to see you. Yeah... All right?

Well done, Christian.

He's one of these fucking Popsbridge types.

Won't play dumb.

I think he can dumb up for us. Malcolm. What?

It's Hugh... What is it?!

I dunno. A woman hit him with a question.

It's got a bit aggressive, and it's gonna look bad on the news. NOMFuP.

Wait, wait. Dig some stuff up on the woman, OK? OK.

I'm on my way over to ITN right now. I'm going to sweet-talk Pam Morris,

but I could easily just pop in and talk to... I could fucking kick the shit out of Mark Davies. Yeah.

That's what I'll do. That's a good idea.

I could actually do that. It'd be therapeutic, a bit of shouting.