FROM THE OUTSIDE, IT'S PRETTY FUNNY.

- ARE YOU GOING TO USE THAT?
- MALCOLM. DON'T TOUCH THAT.

- JESUS CHRIST.
- I WAS JUST BEING REPRESENTATIVE.

OH, WELL, OBVIOUSLY IT IS, THEN.

IT'S PROBLEM SOLVED,
IT'S OBVIOUS, REALLY.

I WANT A NEW DRIVER. GET ME A NEW DRIVER.

CRIKEY!

- (TERRI) CAN I LEAVE A MESSAGE?
- MALCOLM, MAY I JUST SUGGEST...

PROFESSIONALLY OR PERSONALLY?

I'VE BOOKED YOU IN FOR THE USUAL SOAPY TIT WANK
FAREWELL AT NUMBER TEN IN 20 MINUTES.

WELL, IT WAS, SORT OF, YOU KNOW,
HE DID IT IN A LOWER TONE.

LIKE THEY'RE ON SOME FUCKING
COSMIC DESSERT TROLLEY.

THEY RATHER YOU LIVED IN
A FUCKING CAVE.

YOU DON'T GIVE A SHIT!

EXCUSES, EXCUSES,
TAKE YOUR FAILURE LIKE A MAN, OLLY.

ELLA'S NOT BEEN EXCLUDED!

I'M SORRY I DIDN'T REALISE
THAT I HAD TO RUN ALL MY CALLS

COOKING WITH GAS!

I'M VERY PLEASED YOU ASKED THAT, ANGELA,
BECAUSE LET ME JUST SAY

CAN WE ALL JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP,
OKAY? SO WE CAN GATHER OUR THOUGHTS.

HE WAS ORDERING ME WHAT TO SAY TO THE PAPERS.

HEY, GET A GRIP, GLENN.
I DIDN'T FUCKING COME IN YOUR MOUTH.

I THINK I'D BETTER END THIS CALL NOW
IN CASE I GET A BRAIN TUMOUR.

FEEL IT IN MY WATER.