Mark? Hi. Mark Davies?

We've spoken on the phone.

Do you mind if I pop in?

I was in seeing Pam

and everyone's been talking about the Hugh thing. Yes.

'Do you know what it's like to clean up your own mother's piss?'

Jesus! Look at his face!

Do you see what I have to work with? I know.

He doesn't look great, does he?

'Who DO I talk to?'

Are you going to use that? Malcolm. Sorry. Don't touch that.

This isn't the package, is it? Mark?

'That's just blah, blah, blah...' You can't use that.

This is dumbing down of the news

that people like me and your boss's boss really object to,

and I'm going to mention this to him

when I see him on Friday, by the way.

Malcolm, this is a traditional, old-fashioned news story,

called "Minister looks a tit."

Hey, everybody looks a tit, you know?

Take two of these shots of him looking moronic out.

Leave a couple in of him looking a little bit dim.

Put one of him composed, drop it down the running order, and we've got a deal.

I'm not... "Deal," what do you mean?

He looks a tit, that's it. I'm sorry.

But there is a difference between allowing someone's natural tittishness to come through,

and just exploiting it through camerawork here.

You're sticking one tit moment on top of another.

That wouldn't happen in real life. And do you know about that woman?

Have you made ANY enquiries into her background?

I'm sure my researchers have, yes. Your researchers have? Well, I don't think they have.

Excuse me a second.

Malcolm. Have you got anything on the woman?

I've got Frankie up there now rooting through the bins. Hang on.

..Have you got anything?

Nothing. Bloody chips, bin stuff.