YEAH. (LAUGHS)
AM I A SOLID, SENSIBLE CONCEPT?
NO.
AND APPARENTLY I SENT IT.
...THAT ONE AT ALL. I MEAN,
EVERYONE KNOWS THAT SCHUMACHER IS STIG.
ROBIN, MY PLEASURE, NICE TO BE WITH YOU.
AND MAXIMUM ASSURANCE THAT MR TICKEL
DID NOT DIE IN VAIN.
I HATE TO BE A SPOIL-SPORT, BUT CAN WE
BRIEFLY REFOCUS ON OUR VISIT TO DOSAC?
OOH. SHE'S ACTUALLY PUT IT THROUGH.
OLLY: WE BOTH NETTED HIM TOGETHER.
TERRI: ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT HIM?
UHM, FOR SIMPLE
PEOPLE.
LISTEN, THIS IS OPEN TERRITORY HERE.
I'M A SITTING DUCK.
- YOU'RE SIZE 16?
I THOUGHT YOUR MOTTO WAS
"WHO FUCKS WINS" OR
THE GUARDIAN HAVE RECEIVED
AN E-MAIL FROM FERGUS
COULD WE REARRANGE TOMORROW FOR TONIGHT?
MALCOLM.... I' NOT NERVOUS,
YOU KNOW, IT'S JUST...
THAT'S TRUE.
I'M SURPRISED TO HEAR YOU
TURNING ON THE CITY BOYS.
NO, YOU CAN'T START PLANNING AN EXIT
FROM THIS DEPARTMENT.
SO, YOU KNOW ALL THIS STUFF
WITH MR TICKLE. SAD BUSINESS.
- THAT'S DOSAC FOR YOU.
- COME ON, MALCOLM. TEAM PLAYERS!
FINALLY GOT RID OF
CAPTAIN FUCKING SCARLET.
OH MY GIDDY FUCK.
- TERRI?
- NO, MALCOLM. NO, HONESTLY.