- ERM, MALCOLM'S THERE.
- MALCOLM? WHERE?
SUCH AS RESIGN...
LOOK, I'M A CIVIL SERVANT NOT A
FUCKING OLYMPIC ATHLETE!
SO WHAT ARE WE GETTING?
- (SNIGGERING) NO, MINISTER, IT'S NOT.
- OH, FUCK!
IF YOU HAD BEEN CONTACTABLE
THAT DAY? WHY?
BUT I CAN FASHION MY OWN EXIT.
SO CANNOT BE DISCUSSED IN THIS ROOM.
(GLENN) WHAT IF EVERYBODY
HAD TO CARRY A PLASTIC BAG BY LAW?
- ACTED BEYOND MY BRIEF.
- WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT.?
WAS IT YOU WHO POSITIONED
ME THERE?
AND I LIKE MINE WEAK AND WHITE.
SHE BACKED THE HOSPITAL FLATS
SELL OFF, A MAN IS DEAD
WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO SAY
I CAN FILL YOU IN.
SOME CHILD LIKE A BUTCHER'S APPRENTICE,
WE CAN'T HELP ANYONE.
WE'RE LIKE A FAMILY IN A CUBAN SLUM.
IN THE FINAL EDITION, HERE, OF THE STANDARD
THANKFULLY WITH ONLY A MODICUM
OF THE CONTEMPT YOU USED JUST NOW.
DON'T NEEDLE ME, MALCOLM.
NOT WHEN PEOPLE ARE UNDER SCRUTINY.
I'D HAVE DONE IT JUST TO SEE
THE LOOK ON NICOLA'S FACE.
I MEAN, PRIVATE SECTOR DIVES IN
AND SAVES US, IT PLAYS WELL FOR US.
I REALLY ENJOYED
YOUR NOVEL.
IS THE ONE THAT YOUR WIFE HIDES
IN HER KNICKER DRAWER.