Right. Although, if that's going to run,

I need a picture of the advisor. OLLIE'S PHONE RINGS

Just bear with me. ..For fuck's sake!

Oliver Reeder.

Have you sorted it, Ollie? It's not quite sorted just yet, Malcolm.

Should I send Jamie over? Would you like that? No, no.

You and Jamie and a rubber truncheon locked in that fucking newsroom. No, I'm fine.

Make me happy. Bring me sunshine.

Right. I'll make you happy, Malcolm.

(Dickwad.)

OLLIE'S PHONE RINGS

Oliver Reeder.

'All right, shitebag. Done it yet?' I'm just in the middle of doing it.

Well fucking hurry up!

Get off the fucking phone!

Fuck's sake!

PHONE RINGS

I'm fucking doing it.

Just...

Sorry, Emma. Yeah, hi.

I'm stuck in a meeting about equal pay.

It's gone over. But, hey.

Tonight, are we still on? Yeah.

Yeah, Solaris, here we come. Bye.

Right. I demand...

Fuck off. Give me the picture, it's already been done.

We've had words upstairs.

That's him on the left. Can you get that off the phone?

Perfect. We can do that, can't we?

Have you, though?

What? Ever cleaned up your own mother's piss?

No, I never knew my mother, Hugh, as you remember.

Have you ever cleaned up your stepmother's piss?

No. I never cleaned her piss. It wasn't that kind of relationship.

No, nor me.

I've done Alicia's piss, and Charlie's piss.