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No, of course I know it's our anniversary.

What do you think the card was for?

I left it on the kitchen table.

Oh, right. My bad, as they say.

You're a very tidy man, aren't you?

"There's no happiness without order."

It's a Nazi quote but nonetheless, stands the test of time.

When is Peter getting in?

That nurse is becoming a bit of a running sore. Which is ironic.

-"Tickle"? Mr "Tickle"? -Mr "Tick-el".

He's not still in his fucking tent, is he?

I know we only have one anniversary a year.

There's a clue in the name, I did do Classics.

I'm not being chippy, it's a fact.

-I'm saying "Tick-el". -"Tickle".

It undermines him. If we say "Tickle", it makes him look stupid.

Like I was at school with a guy called Timothy Burr.

I just think: either change school or change your name

but don't get your mum to ring my mum and complain about the lumberjack jokes.

Why was she complaining? I don't understand.

Er, Timothy Burr. Tim Burr.

Well, I can't leave before my Coalition partner.

Fergus, I told you.

Well, I say partner. He's Lewis, I'm Morse.

I hate to ask but I've got to ask.

Are you ready for today, Fergus?

Yeah. Somewhat.

Silicon Playgrounds are - is - go.

I just hope Mannion can keep his baccy-stained fingers out of it.

(SIGHS) Don't worry about Mannion. He's allergic to the 21st century.

Yeah, he didn't like the 20th much and the 19th makes him fart papyrus.

I...I think I'd better end this call now in case I get a brain tumour.

Precisely. I'd lose all my lovely thick hair.

Can't wait for later.

What?

Yes, I mean the whole protest is really taking off.

It's a sensible policy. If we sell off NHS key worker housing,

we can pay off the PFI debts.

I mean, we haven't made him live in a tent, we just sold his house.

The cold winter will finish him off, he's like bindweed.

PETER: Well, you know I can be romantic.

Haven't we... Oh, piss Christ, I've been spotted.

TERRI: Peter. PETER: Mmm-hmm?

Can we talk Tickel?

I'd love to but I think Fergus was asking for you,

something about, um, silicon?

Okay, well, Tickel you later.

Oh, she just made eyes at me.

God, I wish I could make redundancy at her.

Okay, so we've got 30 of these bigger phones,

we've got another 50 of those, these are probably...

-stay-outside... -TERRI: Morning!

Big day for the Reception class, well done you.

Ah. Oh, I'm not sure App-ortunity works.

Er, yes, it does. It combines "app" and "opportunity".

Yes, I know that.

It just looks like a team name from The Apprentice, that's all.

As you can see, Terri,

I'm carefully noting down every single one of your comments.

Excuse me, you asked to see me for the launch of Silicon Playgrounds, no?

I have never asked to see you.

Terri, don't worry about us, go and help Malfoy and his dad.

Thanks, Ridgeley.

-I don't get it. -Andrew Ridgeley. Wham. Hitched a ride.

Oh, a contemporary reference, yeah.

Yeah, very up-to-date. A bit like your hair.

What is it you ask for? The Disney Prince?

Yeah, what do you ask for? Er, the...the...wanker?

Brilliant.

Right. Oh, forgot to tell you, sorry, um, Stewart's popping in.

Oh, fuck me. What's the Last Airbender want?

Yes, well, he needs the... Excuse me!

Oh, Jesus, Terri! This came through yesterday.

Yes, well, it came at 6:05. I turn off all my work devices at 6:00.

After that it's me, the Kindle and Jodi Picoult.

"Silicon Playgrounds project cleared for uplaunch."

-Boom! -(CHUCKLES) Hello, century 21.

We get kids to create apps in schools, we pay them a digital dividend,

we foster a new generation of entrepreneurs.

Sounds like that third Tronfilm no one's waiting for.

Come on, we'd better tell Peter.

Well, we could celebrate it another time.

I mean, technically, and thrillingly, it'll be our anniversary all year!

Oh, sorry, darling, I've got to go, I think the bailiffs are coming

to take away my will to live.

Fergus, my Coalition colleague stroke Junior, big day for you.

Every day is a big day for me, Peter, that's why I...

get here an hour before you.

I'm afraid the Human Snowman is coming in now.

Stewart! Great.

Ah, if it isn't Raffles, the gentleman MP.

Why are you two coming in together, something we should know about?

Oh, yeah, Stewart and I were married in Vegas, didn't you know?

We're really happy, yeah.

Okay, everyone, meeting room, now!

Oh, Terri, could you get someone to bring me some chai?

I'm parched as a cuttlefish.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Okay, folks, today's headline in Copperplate Gothic Bold, font 72,

is: Emma and I broke the fast this a.m. with the PM.

And it is a massive yes.

So our Silicon Playground initiative is going to be the standard bearer

for the Networked Nation.

It is a double, double win.

A double win for both babies of the Coalition, yeah?

-Absolutely. -It's win squared.

Terrific.

Right, shall we do a Mexican wave round the table?

From my POV, re all this, big hurrah.

We're ready to upload, i.e. let's launch the fucker.

Great, I'm registering your energy, Fergus,

but we've decided it's going to be launched by

the Secretary of State for Social Affairs and Citizenship.

Oh! All my gallstones have come at once.

-Are you fucking serious? -What is wrong with you people?

Peter can't even right-click a fucking mouse.

PHIL: He can, it's track pads he has a problem with.

No. No, you come in here like Dr Robotnik and say, "Oh, I'm sorry."

We put in the graft on this. You can't just take it off us.

-Oh, I think we can. You see... -We can.

The Coalition's like a band, guys, and every band has a frontman.

He's Florence and you're...

-Well, you're the Machine. -The Machine, yeah.

Hey! Sorry, I'm late, guys. I was just changing in a phone booth.

(CHUCKLES)

-Was that a joke or... -Yeah. No, I was on the phone.

Hey, Fergus, you look a bit A&E. Everything all right?

No, er, Mannion is announcing Silicon Playgrounds on Stewart's orders.

-PM's orders. -GLENN: What?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hang on a moment. This is demarcation stuff.

This is Fourth Sector, right?

And I am the Fourth Sector guru.

Yeah, I've been on Team Fergus on this, you know,

me and the Inbetweeners.

The what? The what? Sorry?

-You know that's what we call you. -That's what they call you.

We did all the work on this. Us, we're a team, we did it.

And now you're going to say we're going to play a new game,

pass the parcel, and he gets to unwrap it?

I don't think so.

-This is bollocks, Stewart. -TERRI: Oh, come on, calm down.

-Just a second. Bollocks. -Glenn, just leave it, leave it.

EMMA: He's seriously going to have a heart attack, look at him.

God, will we cope now? Can we even carry on?

Oh, it doesn't seem to have changed anything.

All right, the top line, folks, is this. It's about coalition, remember, yeah?

No, this is not about coalition,

this is about you nicking our ideas and doing us up the Eurotunnel.

-All right. -PHIL: Come on.

You're basically a couple of homeless guys we've invited to Christmas dinner.

Don't bitch because we don't let you carve the turkey.

Let me just say it simply for you, Stewart:

I don't understand the Networked Nation

and the Silicon fucking Playground "jigabits",

people watching television on telephones.

For what it's worth, I think Fergus should carve this particular turkey.

-There you go. -STEWART: Peter, Peter.

The Networked Nation is about harnessing the interconnectivity

of everyone in society. It's a new way of thinking.

Innovation, self-investment, revenue flux,

growth, ergo a healthy network.

What's so complicated about that?

All the words you just used.

Oh, Christ. Here comes Denis Norden.

Oh, he's brought his laughter file.

Look, I don't know if this is any use,

but it might just give you some idea of the scale of the problem.

STEWART: Look, I think we're about done here, yeah?

Okay, let's wrap this up.

Excuse me, am I in some kind of ghost story?

I've been hit by a bus and no one can see me any more?

Everyone's really loving your energy, Fergus, you know.

Why don't you pilot the staff cuts, yeah?

Let Peter go down to the school,

bounce some ideas off the wall, see if the kids like the echo.

Great! So Peter gets to announce Silicon Playgrounds,

I get the elephants' graveyard.

Although, to be honest, I could cheerfully terminate

some of the staff here using close fucking combat techniques.

Fergus, where are we actually on staff cuts?

Is there a shortlist at all?

Phil has a staff cuts dossier with maps and charts and everything.

I spotted a guy out there who takes three shits an hour.

That's not biologically possible.

Well, that's Graham, he has Crohn's disease.

EMMA: Peter, I have a very short, concise brief here

on Silicon, I can just email it to you.

Yeah, put it on a piece of paper...

-Paper, yeah. -...and I'll read it.

Of course, one piece. We don't need that.

Glenn, you look like a week-old party balloon.

Yeah, yeah, don't worry about me, Terri. I'm fine.

I just don't want you ending up as one of those

"before he turned the gun on himself" kind of guys. You know.

Yeah, well, that isn't going to happen, Terri,

because, actually, I don't even possess a gun.

Is that all that's stopping you, lack of resources?

Ah, Peter, I'm expecting great things.

-Then you're an idiot. -Laters, legislators.

The only way this policy launch could be worse

is if I understood the bloody thing.

Right, I'm going to put the old tea cauldron on.

Anybody fancy a brew?

Peter, risk of sounding like your mum, time for school.

You need to get to this meeting.

I hate schoolchildren.

They're volatile and stupid and they haven't got the vote.

Might as well be talking to fucking geese.

Well, you know the school's only 10 minutes from your house.

-You could pop round for a late lunch. -Not much of a celebration.

"Hello, darling, make me a Cup-a-Soup."

Oh, now, I need a thoughtful, very personal present for Tina.

-Any ideas? -Er, what about a sexy undergarment?

No.

Perfume. What perfume does she wear?

No idea. Expensive, smells a bit of lemons.

Peter, before you go I...I... I do really need a comment, I'm sorry,

on this Tickel protest, please.

Okay. As we enter the third week,

I find Mr Tickle's attention-seeking, tent-based twattery

even more annoying than in weeks one and two.

(SIGHS) I can't actually say that.

Really? Oh, then by implication you know what you can say, so say that instead.

All right.

I'll channel you.

Channel me?

She's really quite predatory, isn't she?

Who? Terri's Clockwork Orange? That's what I call her.

Here, for the other lady in your life.

Where did you get that?

It was in my desk drawer. I was saving it for something special.

What, like losing your virginity?

Yeah, I've done that in style, actually. If my penis could talk.

Yeah, it would say, "I'm lonely. Where is everyone?

"Let me out of this coffin."

Two years ago, I was a fucking guru.

I give two fingers to Nicola and what happens?

Lo and behold, a party with principles comes crawling and begging for me.

And then what do they do with their principles?

They just shove them on the compost heap and join those upper-classholes

I've spent my whole career trying to keep out.

Glenn, I... I need your help.

I want out. I want a redundancy package.

Could you just bump my name up the exit list?

I mean, just put in a bad word for me?

Yeah, sure, sure, Terri. Consider yourself redundant, we all do.

Sorry to interrupt, can I have a word?

Yeah, sure, kettle's just boiled.

I meant Terri.

Sorry, Glenn.

Just to keep you up to speed, Terri, we are going to do a companion launch

for Digital Playgrounds tonight

at the learning centre at 7:00. All right?

And we just need you to pop a press pack in the Coverley microwave

and let us know when you've pinged.

Yes, sorry. I don't think I'll be able to get that cleared before 6:00,

so that's effectively tomorrow, isn't it?

Sorry, Terri, we don't need clearance. We're not covering a Beatles track,

we're the fucking Government.

Yes, I'm sorry, but I do need to get that through Number 10

before I can do anything.

Er, was Terri actually in the meeting earlier, Adam?

Yeah, she was, Fergus.

I know she was there because I heard her humming the theme tune

to Call the Midwife.

Yes, well, Stewart was very clear about this protocol.

It's about the only thing he ever has been clear about.

The policy has been agreed.

This is just an additional publicity push.

Adam, I'm sorry if you think I'm being obstructive,

but I cannot and I will not do as you ask.

Well, you can't stop me, Terri, okay?

I want you to know you cannot win, Nurse Ratched!

Because this is my moment! Now, you like musicals.

Well, this is Tonight from West Side Story,yeah?

And I'm going to bring the bloody house down,

so you can't Rain On My Parade, Funny Girl!

Why don't you go and have a lie-down and a HobNob

while we run the fucking country, all right?

Anything else?

No, don't think so.

Thank you, Minister.

(SNICKERS)

Did you see me being deliberately less professional than usual?

You'll be gone my midday.

(SIGHING) Yes!

GLENN: Thank God.

I don't understand.

What's the difference between upload and download?

Er, well you download porn,

although you could upload porn but you'd have to...

You'd have to make some porn first.

Does it have to be porn? Is it compulsory that it be porn?

Look please, guys, can you stop saying "porn"?

Did you say "porn"?

Porn? What's he doing? Projecting it onto the building?

I just want to know, is he on top of everything?

Mentioning pornography's a definite no-no.

Oh, really? Okay, so maybe I'll tell him not to big up any Jihad sites, either,

or give out the PM's email address?

Does he understand the policy?

Forgive my concern but it's a bit like asking

if a dog can grasp the concept of Norway.

-Thanks, Terri, very helpful, bye! -Does he understand the...

Oh, she's hung up. Ever the charmless minor royal.

And I keep a straight face, do I,

when I say to a room full of frog spawn, "Upload your future."

You know that sounds great. No pronunciation traps.

'Cause you know what happened to the Chancellor,

don't you, at the Brits? "Tinny" Tempah?

Well, it could have been worse.

I heard he opened his stag-do speech with "my niggaz".

Oh, I can't get my head round this whole digital dividend element.

Kids design apps, whatever the hell they are...

EMMA: Don't say, "What are apps?"

-He knows what an app is. -He knows what an app is.

That Ocado thing I put on your iPhone's an app.

And the On This Day in Jazz History thing I gifted you. You love that.

PETER: Yeah, right. EMMA: Peter.

I think the best thing is you just stick with that. I Call App Britain.

-I Call Up Britain? -I Call App Britain.

-App. -PHIL: I Call App Britain.

I Call App Britain.

Is there some whistle Fergus blows that only you can hear?

It's called being wanted, Terri.

(SIGHS) Right, he can go, for a start.

He makes more noise breathing than he does fucking talking.

What the fuck does a Statistical Procurement Officer do, anyway?

-Fuck all. Same as the rest of them. -(MOBILE RINGING)

Oh, speaking of which, Glenn.

-Hmm. -Always on the horizon,

like a fucking Antony Gormley statue.

Arms outstretched, covered in rust. Just let it go to voicemail.

No, his messages are always so long and pleading.

-Hi, Glenn. -Where have you two gone?

Well, we thought we'd go through the redundancies

away from the dead-eyed stare of the zombie army.

Ah, good thinking, yeah.

Look, you know, I could help prioritise that kill list, you know.

There are some people who want out. Um, Terri, for instance.

Oh, well, that's no problem, Mannion fucking hates her.

It's one of the few things that brings us together.

Um, is that a fruit machine I can hear?

-Are you in the local? -Um...

No. Yes.

Right, okay. I'll be with you in 10.

TERRI: Walkies!

And, um, Ferg, mine's a G and a slimline T, okay?

See you in a mo.

PETER: Why is it that Silicon Valley is in America

when we have so many net-savvy tech-heads here?

They may have the silicon chip, but we have the silicon chap.

And of course, chapesses.

And we want you to design game apps

for use in the classroom.

Sorry, sorry to interrupt, erm, it's not game apps,

we're actually looking for educational apps.

(STAMMERING) Of course. That's why I'm here to say

I Call You Up...App. I... I Call App Britain.

Yes. And everyone will benefit.

Not financially, er, not cash in hand, of course.

All profits will be stored as part of a digital dividend,

-which... -Excuse me, are you saying

that if I wrote an app, I wouldn't get any money for it?

I would be working for free?

If you don't mind, we'll keep the Q&A to the end.

What I wanted to...

Sorry, er, why can't you just answer him now?

TEACHER: Charlotte.

Well, the other lady was allowed to interrupt.

Yes, but she's my lady.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(STAMMERING) What was your question again?

Why won't we profit from this?

Oh, but you would. Er, maybe I didn't explain it properly.

-What's your name? -Rajesh.

-I'm sorry? -Rajesh, Raj.

Well, er, Rajesh Raj...

(STUDENTS LAUGHING)

Oh.

Right. (CHUCKLES)

Well, er,

what I, what I wanted to say

is that-that-that you would, er, profit,

that any profits you made would be offset against tuition fees.

Sorry, we don't believe in tuition fees.

-Well, er, what's your... -Charlotte.

Oh, well, that's an easier one.

Fuck me, I feel like I've just been pushed out of a plane.

I make apps.

I sell them through Apple and I get paid for it.

Good for you, Ra... Good for you.

But with us, you let us license it

as part of the Networked Nation policy.

We all put in, you see.

What do you put into the Networked Nation?

Well, er...

I am...a Minister.

But what do you actually do?

(STAMMERING) I take the...

science that you made earlier and I...

apply it in...

scenarios that are...cost-effective.

Well, at least I got "I Call App Britain" right.

Thankfully with only a modicum of the contempt you used just now.

Hurray! You got the title right.

Let's get the driver to do some victory doughnuts.

You're going to have to issue an apology, you know.

I'm not going back there and saying,

"Oh, that moment when I mistook an abbreviation of your name

"for your surname, sorry." I'll look completely mental.

You can't apologise for a fart you did a day ago.

No, you're going to have to apologise for the follow-up as well.

"Charlotte, that's an easier name."

But it is! That's a fact, not a judgement.

-(MOBILE RINGING) -Great. Stewart.

-Stewart, hello. -Yeah. Can I speak to Peter, please?

I wish your friend had an app

that would deliver Stewart a dead cat in a box.

-Stewart. -Congratulations, Peter, hmm?

Silicon Playgrounds has now been dubbed Mannion's Workhouse Web.

Well, it's not my fault if they misinterpreted something

that I said I never understood.

Oh, for fuck's... I literally can't believe this man.

I mean, is he trying to get sacked?

Because what he's done is close to resting his cock

on his boss's wife's shoulder.

So, who's going to be Santa Claus, eh?

What?

Who's getting the sack?

Oh, for... I need to get back to DoSAC.

GLENN: I was looking forward to my G and T.

Why don't you stay here and creep out the barmaid?

Use your "unplucked flower" line.

Peter Mannion just got the name wrong. I mean, that's...

Yes, well, names are very difficult.

Sometimes people spell Terri with a Y, not an I,

-but I don't complain. -(PHONE RINGING)

Yes, all right, I do complain but...

Coverley, Comms.

Heads up. Okay, just keep moving.

REPORTER: Minister! Minister, can we please get a comment

on the Secretary's speech this morning? Minister, is it true that

you're planning on putting young children to work

designing apps for free?

(STAMMERING) I understand the Secretary of State made a speech.

Obviously, I haven't seen that speech, so I...

REPORTER 2: He said profits would be offset against tuition fees,

which implies pupils will be working for their education.

Er, let me be very clear.

The digital dividend element of this scheme is optional.

If they prefer, pupils can be paid in cash.

REPORTER 2: So this isn't about turning schools into workhouses, then?

(CHUCKLES) Er, no.

Maybe Peter did come across as more of a fibre-optic Fagin

-than he might have intended. -(ALL CHUCKLING)

Thank you.

(REPORTERS CLAMOURING)

Other way, other way, other way,

other way, other way.

Minister, why are you at home in the middle of a working day?

Um, it's my 30th anniversary

and I popped home for lunch after the Silicon Playgrounds launch,

which is literally around the corner,

and I'll be staying late to make up for it.

Are you turning schools into teenage sweatshops?

I'm sorry if this is proving a complex idea.

Pupils will receive a digital dividend towards their higher education fees.

The dividend is optional, though, you can get cash instead?

No, you can't, I'm sorry...

You can according to your Junior Minister.

I see.

Minister, do you think you came across this morning as a "fibre-optic Fagin"?

That's a ridiculous phrase.

Well, that, again, is a quote from your Junior Minister.

REPORTER 1: Minister, is that a bottle of champagne?

REPORTER 2: Drinking on the job, Minister?

-It's a half bottle. -REPORTER 1: Minister...

As I said, it is my anniversary and I have just recycled it.

Er, thank you.

-Bye. -(REPORTERS CLAMOURING)

Run those fuckers over. Fifty quid for every one you maim.

TERRI: I've got a blank page, you dictate.

FERGUS: It should have been done by now.

It should have been done like an hour ago.

Thanks a fucking bunch, mate!

I couldn't have looked more of a twat

unless I'd announced it dressed as a mermaid with scallops on my tits.

Look, I'm angry, too, Peter.

I spent a lot of time on that policy that you just raped in a ditch.

Well, it was your stupid idea in the first place.

What are your ideas, Peter? Come on, we'd all love to hear them!

A public information film on the best wine to have with fish?

A butler on every street corner?

This is a long game, Fergus.

And I've been around a lot longer than you, Fergus,

and I'll still be here when they rip your name off your door

and turn your office back into something useful, like a spare toilet.

Both of you desist! You have caused me to raise my voice

and I do not like it.

I reserve this level of anger for when I'm flying Ryanair.

Peter's palace, now!

Drinking champagne in the middle of the day during a recession.

Who do you think you are, P Diddy?

It was a half bottle on my 30th anniversary

and I was recycling it. At least give me credit for that.

Oh, right. No, sorry, Peter, yeah, I take it all back.

About as strong a defence

as "the fertiliser in my home-made bomb was organic".

What have you got planned for this evening, dancing girls on a yacht?

Garage, car, hosepipe.

Oh, good, the anniversary present your wife's been dreaming of.

And Fergus, what about you?

Well, I'm launching Silicon Playgrounds, properly this time, tonight

at a learning centre.

Yeah, something you didn't clear through me.

According to Terri Coverley, you announced this

before Peter took his daily gaffe dump.

What was the word I used this morning?

You used a lot of words this morning, it was like a fucking Will Self lecture.

What was the word I used?

Coalition?

Boom! So you will go to the learning centre

where you will re-explain Silicon Playgrounds with Peter,

who will make an abject, grovelling apology

for being both a digitard and an elderly racist.

So first you take the policy away from me for Peter to screw up,

then you take salvaging the policy away from me for Peter to screw up.

Good, yeah, that's just great.

I'm bored of this, I'm going for a Twix.

Adam's coming. Oh, not on my watch.

-Oh, here we go. -You shall not pass.

You couldn't even keep the cast of Gleeout.

Is Peter sharing a car with Fergus?

Wait here, I'll check.

Yes, go. Run many miles, make heart soar like eagle.

Prick.

Peter says he's sorry but he doesn't have any child seats fitted.

-Oh, really? -Okay, kids.

Raj can make it for 8:00.

What's going on? Have you two just kissed?

Give him this. Final list of staff cuts. Just needs his signature.

If it makes him happier, he can pretend he's sectioning you

under the Mental Health Act.

Sure, but tonight, Dobby does not ride with Dumbledore.

-Brilliant. -Oh, fucking hell.

Does he have any references based in reality?

Listen, don't fuck about, Adam.

Just make sure Fergus gets Peter to the church on time, okay?

All right, get a boyfriend.

Oh, come out.

She's not on the fucking list!

Will you please tell me why Terri Coverley is not on this list?

Sorry, Peter, she's too expensive to get rid of.

Oh, Christ, Fergus, we both know she's a fart in a frock

and I want her wafted out of here.

My hands are tied.

Fuck you! You're not getting in my car tonight.

What a very principled stand you're taking.

Yep, but did you see how stressed Mannion was there?

Soon, he'll be so weak and disorientated he'll stagger off in the night

like a tramp who's stood up too quickly.

No, I don't think today is our entire marriage in a nutshell.

Well, we had champagne and your sister wasn't there.

All I'm saying is that sometimes it's necessary to lose the battle

in order to win the war.

Or your delusional mind,

in order to believe all the crap you come out with.

Ah, here he is, King of Sheba.

-Er, Terri. -Sorry, do you mind holding...

Jesus.

Just pass it to me.

Why don't you get in the front? We can't all get...

TERRI: No, no, no inconvenience at all. FERGUS: Budge up.

I think you'd be more comfortable in the front.

TERRI: It's not a problem in any way.

(SIGHS)

REPORTER 1: Minister! Ministers, is it true that you hate each other?

Not at all.

But of course we are not strangers to a frank exchange of views.

Have you been forced to come here together?

I think I can say, in all candour, that no one could force me

to stand next to this man.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Peter Mannion, hello.

-Ah, Raj. Thank you so much for coming. -Raj.

Good to see you, Peter Pete.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

Er, I'd like to thank Raj here for pointing out the flaws

in Fergus's, and my, Silicon Playground scheme.

Yeah, and we'd love you to become a Silicon Player, Raj.

-Help us nail it. -Yeah, sure, if you pay me.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Can you get me a chicken and cashew nut?

Why don't you get your usual order, dead dogs' dicks?

Stewart, they're not here. They're still down at the centre.

Ah, no, my children. Not them I'm looking for, but you.

I thought while they were out dovetailing,

we might chat the chit.

There's no reason why we can't go bigger on this, yeah?

With the spread of computer literacy across all demographics,

we could be having Silicon Pubs, Silicon Prisons, Silicon Care Homes.

I mean, this way we really would have a Networked Nation, guys.

-Silicon Banks. -Silicon Hospitals.

Silicon Buses.

Er, Silicon Phones, Silicon Lights, Silicon Plants...

No, Phil, don't just say what you fucking see.

Look, why don't we hive-mind on this, get our best brains on it?

Adam, come and join us. Phil, go make us some ginseng tea.

You're getting a coffwee, coffee with wee in it.

So the core question here is

can we engender the same sense of pan-demographic communalities

we had in the war,

but furrowed into the digital revolution, hmm?

-EMMA: That's good. -Do you have milk in ginseng?

-No. -Shit.

Simeon, hi. Yeah, he is, he's with me.

Er, Number 10, apparently your phone's off.

Yeah, that is because my mind is in give mode, not receive mode.

Yeah, Simeon, hi.

No, no, no, no, don't say that.

No, no, don't drown the kitten here!

Look, we're cooking up the Schlieffen Plan for the mind here.

No, I... No, I'm sorry. I don't believe he said that. No.

Okay.

Okay, curious.

-EMMA: What's happened? -Er...

Silicon Playgrounds, um,

-dead. -EMMA: What?

STEWART: Too much confusion and negativity.

EMMA: Says who?

-STEWART: The PM. -Oh, for God's sake.

Interesting. He's never used a conduit to deliver bad news before.

Sorry, should I not have left the bags in?

No, they... They look lovely.

Are you all right, Stewart, can I...

Er, no, I'm, um, I am...

I'm going to go and rest my eyes on the river.

-PHIL: He touched me. -Okay.

Well, landmark day.

We bring in an idea, you like it, you nick it,

you put two bullets in the back of its head.

Snuff politics, you gotta laugh.

PHIL: It's good to see Stewart lost for multi-syllables, though.

Have you ever seen him like that before?

Never. He took the morning off when Steve Jobs died.

But otherwise, it's been seven years of ear piss.

Ah, look at us, Fergus, we're such good friends.

Like Ike and Tina Turner.

Or Caligula and his horse.

Oh, well, this will cheer you up, Peter.

The boss has just chucked Silicon Playgrounds down a well

and poured a bucket of shit after it.

Whole day has been an excruciating waste of time.

(SIGHS)

Am I... Am I needed?

We'll get back to you on that.

We can stop pretending to like each other now.

Maybe it would be better if we actually did try to get on,

rather than just pretending.

Maybe it would.

Have a good, um, what's left of the evening.

Thanks.

Okay, darling, I'm on my way.

Finally got rid of Captain fucking Scarlet.

DoSAC please, Martin.

Terri, hi, it's Glenn.

Silicon Playgrounds has been axed and so has your evening.

They want you to come in and draft a press release.

And by draft, I mean work on it all night.

Oh, no. Looks like he's going back to DoSAC.

I'm sorry, Tina, but I'm going to have to turn round.

Are you about to head off?

I'm sorry, it should be... 11:00 at the latest.

Could you just put something eggy on a tray for me?

And then we will snuggle, I promise.

The Leader of the Opposition is in that room, Malcolm,

practising walking.

OLLY: This does seem to be taking an awfully long time.

-NICOLA: Is that too bouncy? -It's Remembrance Sunday!

I don't know whether you've noticed, we haven't got any fucking power.

We're like a family in a Cuban slum.

It's important that we rise above

partisan politics, Dan.

So that... Dan.

I feel like on Sunday I should just put the poppy wreath round my neck

and take 40 paracetamol.