EILEEN WILL JUST HAVE TO POSTPONE
HER FUCKING THROAT SURGERY.

- MY UNELECTABLE FRIEND.
- WHAT'S THAT?

OF COURSE I WANT YOU HERE.
YOU ARE NOW MY RIGHT HAND MAN.

WAS CALL FOR AN INQUIRY.

FINE, WELL, YOU'VE,
YOU'VE BURST THE THOUGHT BUBBLE,

THERE'S A HOT TAP!
JESUS, WHAT AM I LIKE?

TERRIBLE SIGNAL.
PHIL SOUNDED LIKE HE WAS PHONING IN

TO THE MAN PEOPLE JUST HATE.

COCK!

(LAUGHING)

YOU'VE GOT SOME NICE FAKE CONCERN
GOING ON THERE, MALCOLM.

HUSBAND'S PFI CONTRACTS
FUCKED THE WHOLE THING.

I SHOULD REMIND YOU
YOU ARE UNDER OATH, MR...

THAT THESE HUGE BONUSES
AND THE OFFENCE THAT THEY CAUSE

NUMBER 10.
APPARENTLY YOUR PHONE'S OFF.

I CAN'T EVEN FUCKING HEAR YOU.

BUT THEN - SO IS KATE THORNTON

SHUTTLECOCK. SPATCHCOCK.

HUH...

FUCKING HELL, TERRI, WHAT...?

I DID WITH YOUR ROLL-ON DEODORANT.

YOU'VE GOT SOMETHING TO SAY
TO ADD TO THE CONVERSATION?

WHERE'S HACKNEY?
THERE. THAT'S HACKNEY, RIGHT THERE.

(YAWNING) SEE YOU IN THE MORNING.