Get the heat off me.

Please, please, please help me.

I'm on it, Hugh.

That's not it! That's not the line we came up with.

Your son knew it was a difficult position,

but he didn't want to lose the money. He didn't lie!

You can just write your resignation letter.

If you ask the people to believe... OK.

What were you doing? I was having a fag.

Ollie. We need you to fuck Hugh for us.

OK?

OK. I need you to go over to Mark Davies at ITN, right.

They're 50/50 on bumping Hugh up to the top of the bill

with the piss woman, right?

Can you sort that out for me? Good lad. See you later.

Oh, nice. Very nice.

Go, for fuck's sake, you big fucking prick!

I'll cut your fucking ears off! We need it done.

When I met you this morning, I thought you were the nice Scot.

HUGH ON NEWS: '..In tragic cases... She's not dead! She's not dead!'

Um... I'm from Number 10... Downing Street... Oh, yeah? Yeah.

..and we want you to take this MoD story that you're planning on running first

right down in your schedules and bring the Hugh Abbot story right up.

Er... Are you one of Malcolm's bum-boys? Yeah.

Er, well, we work together.

Look, it's ROMFuP, OK.

This story, this Hugh Abbot... What the fuck is ROMFuP?

It's... It's a Number 10 word.

We need you to take this down. Or what?

Well, or the public service, erm...

news values of your corporation are seriously skewed,

and the public service aspect of that will be very badly served.

What can we get you?

How can... What can we...?

Your man, looking like a prat,

and his advisor, pretty much telling a member of the public to fuck off.