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How was lunch with the lobbyist yesterday?

Who? Scott Foster, of course.

And do you get on, with your brother, I mean?

He's just the family geek, you know.

SHE LAUGHS

The thing is, I need to spend more time en famille.

Because saying it in French makes it less annoying?

You know what Stephen's up to, don't you?

Yep. Don't want it to cause any friction between us.

I don't think it will.

You will both play an active role with Portman Bright.

But they want Scott to manage the account.

Revel in your victory, mate.

This is what it's all about.

Come on, Wendy, I'll take you...

Don't call me that, you fucking calculating prick.

TYRES SCREECH, WOMAN SCREAMS

Scott?

What time is it?

Late.

Early. Go back to sleep.

Funny dreams.

Count yourself lucky.

Go back to sleep, Danny.

SCREAMS ECHO

This street should be bustling with the activity

of actors and film crews

filming Lily Garnie's controversial novel, "The Dishonoured".

But as you can see, filming has been brought to a halt.

The shoot was stopped by local residents.

They claim the novel is offensive and insulting.

That's because it portrays a relationship

between a Hindu man and a Muslim woman.

It's kicking off in Jo's constituency.

..a sex scene between the central characters,

which takes place in a mosque.

It's fiction, and the sex scene was in the grounds of a mosque.

Lily Garnie, the British-born writer...

You sleep any better?

..two years ago, when "The Dishonoured" was first published.

She's so far refused to comment on the controversial scene

in which two people have sex in a mosque.

I've got six documents on urban regeneration funds

and European social policy, if you wanna read 'em.

And why the fuck would I wanna do that?

Even I've snoozed off under their influence.

You all right?

Don't know.

I'm gonna see Stephen.

Talk about the funeral, sort out some time off.

OK.

Kirsty!

Oh, hi, Danny. You see the news this morning?

I never watch news in the morning.

Right. Well, it can be useful for getting, you know,

a handle on the day's political stories.

Lots of people shouting and interrupting each other.

The music.

There's a big kerfuffle over this book, "The Dishonoured."

That's crap.

Oh, you've read it? Not really.

Not really?

Well, just when it comes to reading a book,

you kind of either have or haven't.

Someone gave it to me.

The title annoys me.

Why? THE something.

Self-important, you know?

THE Dishonoured.

People write for a plan, but not a book.

Plus, it's like, what, a million pages long?

Think I'd better read it. You are welcome to my copy.

Oh, great.

Erm...

Do you want to go out for a drink on Friday?

Sorry? A drink.

Then you could bring the book.

I can bring it into work tomorrow.

Yeah, of course.

Of course.

That doesn't stop us still going out for a drink on Friday.

So you're up for that, then? Sure yeah, a drink would be nice.

But the weekend feels like miles away, though.

Yeah, it does.

Hello.

The photo shoot for MPs running the marathon has been changed to 11.

Right, still on St Stephen's Green?

As far as I know.

Can I speak to Howard Manning, please?

No, it's OK, I'll call back later.

Did you get any training in over the weekend?

Uh, no, no, not really, no.

Probably for the best. Anything running around the countryside's

pretty much asking to be chased, cornered and torn to pieces.

No, I was catching up on the work backlog, actually.

Oh, I hope it didn't interfere too much with your time en famille.

No, it did give me time to catch up on a few matters, though.

Oh, well, that's good. How was your weekend?

I saw a man killed by a car.

That's terrible.

Yeah, it was.

Don't forget the meeting with the BMA's at midday,

so you'll have to leave the photo shoot if it overruns.

Yes, I intend to make a statement

when I have a statement that I'm happy with.

This is a constituency matter, and I will respond as...

Yes, I understand that.

This bloody book!

Have you read it?

You're joking?

Still, none of the protesters have either,

so we're hardly at a disadvantage.

You're gonna make a statement?

Yeah, that's great.

Yeah.

Yeah, what?

It's OK.

What's your least favourite food, Danny?

Dried fruit, why?

Statement or sultana?

It's just, right,

erm, "writers have a duty to take into account

"the offence their words give."

It sounds like you think the protesters...

It recognises that offence has been given.

It implies the author of the book

and the film crew are at fault for the disturbances.

I can see why the communities are sick of being stereotyped

in the way that book does. Except, by your own admission,

you haven't read the book because you don't like

the use of the definite article in the title, and it's too long.

Good.

Well.

That's excellent.

Remind me to consult you two Solomons again

next time I want a second opinion.

I think your statement is fine.

DOOR CLOSES

It's heather honey.

Homemade from the farm.

Well, I'm glad you don't think I can be fobbed off with expensive dresses

and designer jewellery.

I really missed you.

I got your text.

My only means of communication, I'm afraid.

Thanks for the honey.

A bee can only produce honey as good as the flower it feeds upon.

It's not really working as a metaphor, is it?

Not unless you wanted it to sound that sleazy.

I want to see you tonight.

James.

We can just talk. Oh, sure.

DOOR OPENS

Good, we'll go through those figures later.

How much time off?

Roughly. Just until after the funeral.

I haven't been sleeping.

Scott, you gotta take all the time that you need.

OK. Thanks a lot.

We'll send a bouquet from the firm.

Yeah.

Please extend my deep condolences

and apologies for not attending personally.

I will.

I'm sure between us here, we can manage Portman Bright?

The first days with a new client do tend to define the relationship.

I mean, I'll have my mobile.

And the faithful BlackBerry, I'm sure.

Yeah.

I'll pick up any emails, answer any that are really urgent.

Great.

Well, you get off now, we'll manage things here.

PHONE RINGS

Well, that was quick.

Jake's mum,

wants me to sort his room out.

Hi, Mary.

Yes.

OK, I'll sort that tomorrow.

Bye.

Oh, hello, can I speak to Scott Foster, please?

No, it's not, it's a personal call.

Oh, OK, do you know how long for?

OK, thanks.

LAUGHTER.

What do you think Maggie would make of the new breed

of Tories like James Northcote and Conrad Spelling?

I'll tell you the great thing about Lady Margaret.

She didn't care where you'd been to school.

People like myself.

Dinner lady mum, grew up on a council estate,

no qualifications to speak of.

We were able to break through because of her.

But those days are long gone.

You don't have power any more.

Don't be so sure, Sophie.

The silver spoon softies don't have it all their own way.

Are you talking about Labour or the current Conservative leadership?

HE CHUCKLES

You must draw your own conclusions.

PHONE RINGS Hello?

So I just had lunch with George Morgan,

who is busy demonstrating his commitment to party unity.

How comfortable are you with the label, "silver spoon softie"?

He said what?

Just checking press dates for this week.

James has got the dizzy heights of Radio Solent

and Radio West Midlands tomorrow.

And Mrs N is also on the radio this week,

talking about her new hobby

on some late night arts programme nobody listens to.

Bungee jumping? Close. Beekeeping.

OK.

Total fucking moron.

That idiot goes around like '97 never happened.

What's up?

George, mouthing off again.

Gone too far this time, though.

What's he said?

I'll tell you later. Where the hell's the file with the figures?

Thank you. Gotta go and talk to the leader's office

before the BMA meeting.

You OK, Ashika?

Fine. We'll speak later.

You get the room sorted out?

No.

Got to get it done before the funeral.

Yeah, don't worry, you'll be off the sofa soon.

I never meant that. I'll help if you want.

Gonna do it on my own.

So, that girl.

What girl?

The one you were with the night Jake, erm...

What about her? What was that all about?

Just having a drink.

She's a Tory. So?

What does that mean? "So."

It means I couldn't give a shit, Danny.

You couldn't give a shit?

70 people died in Iraq today, Danny.

I think the line between good and bad

has become a tiny bit blurred, don't you think?

No, I don't think. And don't try and pretend

it's your principles rather than your cock talking at you.

At least I can remember what mine sounds like.

So can most of London.

THEY CHUCKLE

LAUGHTER

Silver spoon softies.

James is right to be angry.

Well, yeah, it's such a ridiculous phrase.

Why, it might stick if the tabloids run with it.

Look, there's some space over there

next to Richard Gracewell and his little crowd.

I don't think we can talk about it in front of George's people.

Well, good, cos I don't wanna talk about work anyway.

Oh, tell me about your new flat.

Uh, well, it's in Clapton.

Mm-hm. You can't have everything.

Tell me about it!

Gay Tory in Clapton, it's very now.

LOUD LAUGHTER

So when do you move in?

What do you want, Richard? Ashika, settle a bet for us.

What?

Yeah, we were wondering what you studied at university, and where.

Political sciences at Leeds.

Oh, right.

No, no, the consensus was that you must've studied law.

SNIGGERING

Why must I?

OK.

Lighten up, love.

Don't get all Shami Chakrabarti on us.

Why don't you say what you mean, Marcus?

No, go on, say it, say the words.

Pushy Paki lawyer, right?

We were only messing around. We're all on the same side, right?

Of course, of course. We'll get the drinks in.

What are you having, Matt? Ginger beer?

LAUGHTER

OK, let's go.

We're not flouncing out, it's just that pissed people tend to think

they're being a lot funnier than they actually are.

Yeah, well, you might be very now.

Different story when we've won the election, eh?

Mm-hm.

You would though, wouldn't you?

What did you say?

Go on, say that again.

What would you?

I think your mistake lies in thinking

you might have some say in the matter.

Racist. And homophobic.

Practically a hate crime.

Still, it'll prepare me for living in Clapton,

which isn't exactly Old Compton Street

when it comes to welcoming gay men.

Much better.

You can walk around feeling persecuted -

park, strangers, lots of furtive sex.

Well, you should know all about that.

Oh, come on, I'm only joking...

Sorry.

White man. How did you know?

We'll look at those figures later.

Well, that's embarrassing.

I won't tell anybody.

I can't even tell him you know, he'd go crazy.

When did it start?

Last conference in Blackpool. The one... The party?

You left without me!

We were supposed to share a cab. I was looking everywhere for you.

I know, all right, all right, I'm sorry.

You know he'll never leave his wife.

I don't want him to.

What do you want then?

Want me to look into my crystal ball?

Not really.

GLASSES CLINK, LAUGHTER

They want Scott... Scott manage it.

SINGING

SCREAMING

HE PANTS

Enjoy!

I'll try not to read it in the bath.

You can keep it.

Yeah, but it's from a, uh...

..friend.

It's signed and everything.

Is it?

Oh, well.

PHONE RINGS

Hey, Mary.

Yeah, everything should be ready by then.

Who's coming to collect it?

Oh, OK, fine.

I'll look forward to seeing you.

PHONE RINGS

Fuck off, just fuck off.

DOOR BUZZES Fuck's sake.

Hello.

How did you know where I lived?

You told me, we're practically neighbours.

I called your work and they said you were off, so I thought I'd...

Come in.

SHE CHUCKLES

Nice touch. My brother is an idiot.

You like Girls Aloud?

Not even in an ironic way.

Girls Aloud and Steve Earle.

There's no pinning me down.

This you and your idiot brother?

Yeah, and... my dad before he died.

You're not coping too well, are you?

I've gotta clear his room out.

My boss keeps phoning.

And every time I close my eyes, I can see it.

It's got so terrifying, I'm scared to go to bed.

Well, don't worry about your boss.

Just stay on top of your work and that'll keep you sane.

Wanna go and shave and I'll make some coffee.

Freedom of speech does not include the right to insult

and offend an entire community.

Oh no, because you should decide

where freedom of speech starts and ends, of course.

I'd like to ask the MP for the area to say something on the subject.

There is a deafening silence coming

from those who should be offering leadership.

EMAIL PINGS Oh look,

another email demanding Jo make a speech

condemning the book and urging the film company

to reconsider its decision to shoot in her constituency.

The mob goes online.

The problem is the mob votes for Jo in large numbers.

But even so, this is about self-appointed vigilantes

and Jo shouldn't be pandering to them.

What should Jo be doing instead?

If it were me, I would be defending the people who have broken no law

and who have the right to freedom of speech.

You mean ignore the wishes of my constituents?

Community alliance?

Well, it's just a vehicle for Hussain's political ambition.

He's using people's anger.

Doesn't mean the anger isn't genuine.

You haven't made a statement though.

I'll do this in my own way and in my own time.

That OK with you, Mr Moral Conscience?

Of course.

Excellent.

Thanks, you're right.

That feels a lot better.

Insomnia's horrible.

So what keeps you awake at night?

Well, you know, the usual suspects.

Bank, bills, family, love life, work.

What's wrong with your love life?

Mainly work, really.

Getting something really badly wrong.

You don't seem the type for that.

Come and work for us, we know how to look after you properly.

No offence, Scott, but I couldn't be a lobbyist.

No, I wanna stay in politics,

maybe get a winnable constituency sometime.

I am in politics. Access is what it's all about these days.

There's only so many expense account lunches you can get excited about.

Yeah, the least of my worries.

I mean, it's weird, isn't it?

How can you think anything matters after that?

Why? Well, it could happen to any of us, at anytime.

Your life reduced to a pile of boxes. I mean, that's strange.

I don't wanna sound callous,

but a bottle of tequila and a gram of coke

in the bloodstream do kind of lessen the mystery.

That's the kind of thing he would have laughed at.

Sorting out his room might be the best way

of dealing with your insomnia.

PHONE RINGS

Sorry, I've gotta take that.

Sally, hi.

Bill, how's Seattle? Is it raining?

What?

Well, I wasn't aware of that.

No, absolutely, absolutely. I...

Meet with the Chancellor? Erm...

He's pretty busy around this time of year.

What with the budget and all that?

I don't get it.

You're not really that bothered about the community, are you?

About insults to different cultures.

So what is this about?

About Jo and her interests, of course.

She shouldn't get involved in this battle.

Thing is, Kirsty, there are times when politics

isn't about fudging the issue.

I mean, sometimes it's about doing the right thing.

Chris, you can be fucking patronising sometimes.

Sorry?

Patronising and stubborn.

Yeah. Well, at least I'm not shallow

and immoral and I don't give presents away.

Carry on.

Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... Yes, you did.

Didn't realise you had such a low opinion of me.

I don't.

I'm just disappointed that you're being so hierarchical

and competitive about this.

MUSIC BLARES

Not this time.

Can I call you straight back?

I wondered where you'd got to.

Oh, had a meeting. OK, good news.

Leader's office has given us permission to hit back at George.

How? Well, let's start by finding out

if Mr University of Life is telling the truth about his own background.

Have you gone back to work? What makes you think that?

I just thought you were waiting till after the funeral.

You sure you want to? Got to, mate.

Can't stay around here moping.

Stay on top of your work and you stay sane.

OK. What are you doing tonight?

Staying in, you?

The Dishonoured. Page?

146.

What page is the sex in the mosque scene?

Grounds of a mosque, and I haven't got there yet.

You can move your stuff into Jake's room if you like.

I don't know.

Jake's gone, he's not coming back.

His shit's all over the living room, it's starting to get on my nerves.

But this was only meant to be temporary.

I've had an offer of a box room.

From who? From Barry Thompson.

Fine, go and move into his box room then.

Well, I can stay if you want. I couldn't give a toss, mate,

whatever you wanna do.

The room is very small. Exactly what I'm saying.

You want me to pay rent? Not that permanent.

Just move your trainers off the windowsill, Danny.

I mean it, they're a fucking eyesore.

All right, keep your hair on.

We've trawled back through all of George's speeches

and pulled out every reference to his past.

Claim one, he was brought up in a Bromley council estate.

Near a Bromley council estate would have been more accurate.

Lived in a nice little semi for most of his childhood.

Claim two, Mum was a dinner lady.

Not strictly true either.

Mum worked in the education department,

coordinating school meals.

And claim three, unlike the gay wind-powered toffs

who currently run the Conservative Party, he didn't go to Eton.

Which is true enough, but he did have a private tutor

for a couple of years.

OK, well done.

Leak it to Sophie Montgomery.

This stuff about Eton and silver spoons

is getting more and more currency.

I think it's time for George to see how soft we really are.

Ah... Mm, I am shattered.

Sam was up most of last night as well, teething.

Lots of journalists calling, wanting your views on The Dishonoured.

And you think I should stand up for someone who thinks she can

write about sex in a mosque and then just count the royalties?

In the grounds of a mosque, it wasn't actually in...

Danny, fast forward a couple of years,

and I duly declare that Ahmed Hussain

has been elected for Newham West.

Do you wanna hear those words? Of course not.

You won't tackle Hussain going head to head

in a confrontation over this one.

He'll win. Yeah, OK, just...

OK.

Have you ever thought that George might have a point?

Attacking his colleagues and doing the opposition's job for them?

OK, he went too far.

But don't you think that underneath it all,

he knows that James looks down on him?

For what? Well, for his class, of course.

Well, I've never felt that James looks down on me.

Ah, but you have qualities that George doesn't, lovely.

You and James are terribly close.

You ever been tempted, you know?

Oh, right, yeah, I can trust you if I tell you something.

All right, all right. SHE CHUCKLES

But the answer to your question is no.

How come? How come?

They're not my type, I guess.

What is your type?

Well, I prefer them not to be married for a start.

What's your type?

Oh, it depends if we're talking husband or lover.

Husband would of course be my wonderful fiance Hugo.

Last seen chasing around Basra in a chieftain tank.

And for a lover?

I don't know, he'd have to be a bit of an untrustworthy scamp

and understand exactly why God gave him a tongue.

In an ideal world, they'd be one and the same, right?

An ideal world would be terribly boring.

I would also be out of a job.

Anyway, listen, I've got to get going.

Thanks for this stuff.

I know some people who'll have great fun with it.

You got a lunch meeting? Yeah, I'm meeting that lobbyist.

Which lobbyist?

Scott Foster? Oh.

What, again?

Yeah, he has a very big biotech client

and they're talking about

stopping their donations to Labour and switching to us.

I'll take it for you. What?

George has invited me for lunch at the Beefsteak.

I have a nasty feeling he's gonna offer a tactical olive branch.

Well, that's maybe a good thing, no?

Well, for him, yeah, launches an attack

and then demands a ceasefire before we hit back.

I need to stay out of his way until the story runs.

You spoken to Sophie? Yeah, that's all sorted.

Good. Where are you meeting this lobbyist?

The Forum, I'll just let him know. No, let's surprise him.

Mr Foster, I presume?

Yeah, I thought that...

Well, given that I rudely didn't shout last time,

I thought we should meet in person.

Right. You almost look disappointed.

No, I hope you don't take this the wrong way,

but your chief of staff is a little easier on the eye.

Really?

Well, the party in waiting usually has the most attractive staff.

She's very bright. You wanna be careful,

plenty of companies would love to headhunt her.

I think she knows where the future lies.

Well, it has to be the John Dory, don't you think?

Tensions are rising in Newham West as the British National Party

announces its intention to hold a countermarch

in defence of freedom of speech.

You going on that, Danny?

It is outrageous.

I'm only kidding.

..showing a love story between a Muslim woman and a Hindu man.

Just what we need.

See, what I don't understand is why

the film company doesn't just back down.

There's gonna be violence, no film's worth that.

You might be right.

Meanwhile, Lily Garnie, author of The Dishonoured,

has denounced the BNP intervention as provocative and called for calm.

But she's also defended her right to artistic expression.

Really simple, right?

Is her artistic freedom worth more

than the rights of Jo's constituents?

Except there is no right not to be offended.

PHONE RINGS

Yes?

It's a journalist from the Gazette.

Tell them I will be releasing my statement tomorrow afternoon

after my meeting with Ahmed Hussain.

What? That shyster's coming here?

He has a right to be heard.

Yes, shame he doesn't extend that right to others!

Danny, I think you have a journalist on the line.

Hello, Michael.

Yeah, yeah, Jo will be releasing her statement tomorrow afternoon.

James?

Lunch with the lobbyist.

Oh yes, yes, he did say.

You wanna leave a message? No, no, no, it's not important.

James wasn't lying about his lunch. Probably.

Not gonna be a happy bunny when the story breaks.

Well, that was excellent.

And I'd be happy to have lunch with Bill Greening.

Our legislative agenda on biotechnology

is pretty much a blank page. Well, that is a shame,

with all your other policies being so well fleshed out.

Perhaps we should take a leap out of the government's book

and set up a task force.

Please, please, you got me bang to rights. No more task forces.

Yeah, excuse me.

The people's lobbyist.

And the journalist to the ruling classes.

Do your new Labour clients know

that you're expense accounting Tory MPs?

Certainly hope so, I might get their attention.

What are you up to next week?

What did you have in mind?

Game of Connect Four, what do you think?

I don't know, I'll check the diary, see if it's Fuck a Tory week.

Joke.

Hello, Sophie.

Hey, James.

Had your hair done? Looks lovely.

Mm. This gentleman could learn from your exquisite manners.

Well, the elephant in the room

is that he's not really one of us, Sophie.

Anyway, I have an impatient editor to return to.

Nice to see you, James. And you.

Scott. I'll call you.

Whatever.

"Is George Morgan the Mr Bounderby of British politics?"

THEY INHALE

"Likes to claim he was brought up in t'shoebox eating coal."

That's gotta hurt.

PHONE RINGS Ashika Chandirimani.

OK. Right.

What's it about?

All right.

George wants to see me.

You think... I don't know.

I mean, if it all kicks off, James better protect you, eh?

I don't know.

What are you gonna do?

Have you seen this?

Yeah.

It is partly true, although I did live on the estate

for the first couple of years of my life.

That doesn't matter, though.

I do care, however, about my mum being dragged into things.

It's nothing. It's just chatter.

I mean, I thought the tone was more humorous than malicious.

She did bring me up on her own.

And she made huge sacrifices for me.

Yeah, I'm sure.

My dad, nowhere to be seen.

He walked out when I was just a kid.

My mum had been a dinner lady, but she was promoted.

She'll be upset.

But, you know, you say things

and they acquire a truth because they're a little bit true.

But maybe I have used her for political gain,

and that's not right.

Somebody will pay for this.

Do you know... The trouble with being me, Ashika,

is that there's a bloody long list of suspects to round up.

Anyway, that's not for you to worry about.

I've asked you to come and see me

because I gather there was an incident in a pub the other night.

An incident?

Someone who was present tells me that Richard Bracewell,

my chief of staff, made comments towards you

which might be considered racialist.

Oh.

Well, no, no, that was more banter, really.

I won't have it.

I have taken into account Richard's drunkenness

and the fact that I know he doesn't really have a problem with...

all that.

He had a girlfriend once from Tahiti, I think.

Pretty girl.

Anyway, he'll be writing you a formal letter of apology.

I just wanted you to know that.

That's really not necessary. Yes, it is.

And you skulked down there thinking that he was...

James, it's not funny.

No, no, of course not.

He's really upset.

What, George? Right, you've never heard

his collection of after-dinner jokes?

Still, he was mortified about his mother and it felt dirty.

Politics sometimes is.

And if he had called me down there because he knew we'd leaked it,

would you have protected me...

There's no way he could prove a thing.

That's not what I asked you.

You know, recently you've been quite difficult.

Well then, why don't you try placating me

with a jar of homemade honey made by your wife?

What? You heard me.

She didn't make it. James, you're lying.

No, I'm not, but I think it'd be better if people

didn't hear raised voices. We'll talk about this later.

No, we'll talk about... Later.

Mr Hussain.

I'm sorry to have made you wait. Had to take that phone call.

Is it Ms or Mrs Porter?

I prefer Jo.

Well then, you must call me Ahmed. Very good.

Tea? Coffee?

We may even run to a biscuit.

Tea would be lovely.

Good, good.

Kirsty?

Thought we'd be meeting you in the Home Office.

This is a constituency matter.

Besides, it's much more relaxed over here.

Now, how are we gonna sort this mess out?

You must make a statement.

I certainly intend to.

Oh, Ashika, you saw George, right?

Yeah. He told you I'd be writing an apology?

I said there was no need.

Oh, don't worry, I'll write it, it's no problem.

Just remember one thing though, you put one foot out of step,

I find the tiniest speck of dirt on you,

and I'll fuck you over, you jumped up little bitch.

So, I'll be making a statement this afternoon,

I'm glad you agree on the content.

I think you should also ask the film company

to reconsider their decision.

I'll certainly do that.

Shall we wait on that until after the dialogue meeting tonight?

That meeting will accomplish nothing.

Oh, let's not be pessimistic. TEXT ALERT

I must just hope it passes off without any violence.

Oh, that'll have to wait.

I've made my views on that very clear.

Yes, you have.

I'm sorry, I must cut this short. Is Sylvia Brown downstairs yet?

I have a meeting with a woman whose daughter was killed

in the latest Egyptian hotel bombings.

She has great faith, but it's been sorely tested recently.

Well, thank you for your...

She should blame this government, not her God.

I rather think she blames the terrorists who blew up her daughter.

As a result of your foreign policy.

Well, that's...

Well, luckily that topic's a bit bigger than you and me.

Start debating foreign policy and we'll be here all morning.

Now, if you'll excuse...

You bring it on yourselves, you know that. I don't agree.

But as I say, my only concern right now

is ensuring that tonight's meeting passes off peacefully.

Well, I wouldn't count on that either. You wouldn't?

Oh, well.

Let them all come.

Film crew, author.

They'll find out tonight just how welcome they are.

You think there will be violence?

I guarantee it.

I shall pass on that threat to the borough's police commander.

That wasn't a threat.

Sounded like one to me.

He might want to cancel the meeting

if he thinks your threat has credibility.

OK, we're done here.

You minuted all of that, right, Kirsty?

KNOCK ON DOOR Come.

James.

I came to see you because I'm concerned

that my office might be on your list of suspects for leaking that story.

The thought had crossed my mind.

I don't approve of personal attacks,

especially those which make reference to a fellow's background.

Are you delivering a message of some sort?

Not at all. I wanted you to know that I'm appearing

on a Newsnight discussion tonight.

The topic will undoubtedly come up,

and I intend to put this whole sorry saga to bed.

That's good.

Ashika told me that you intervened over some unpleasantness in a pub.

Yes, can't have that sort of thing.

Absolutely. I know how highly you think of her.

She's invaluable. Indeed.

Well, good luck with the Newsnight thing.

Kirsty Wark? Hope so.

Prefer her to Gavin Esler.

Do you think he has a bit of German in him, that name?

Gavin?

You think it was him?

Very probable.

What are you gonna do? Nothing.

His position on the board is protected

by powerful pieces for the time being.

It'll keep.

Hello, it's Ashika.

Yeah, remember me?

So how was the funeral?

Caught Jake's brother with a girl in the bogs doing a line together.

Well, that's probably something Jake would have laughed at as well.

Yeah. His mum was...

Anyway, here we are.

So what do you wanna do,

considering we've both had pretty stressful days?

Well, there are a few things that usually work for me.

I'm appalled that the meeting to seek a peaceful solution

has had to be cancelled this evening

by the police commander because of threats of violence

if it went ahead.

I'm grateful to the imam of the local mosque

who has joined me in condemning these threats.

What we need now is for the extremists,

and I include both Ahmed Hussain...

She was playing, wasn't she?

The last thing he wanted was for the meeting to be cancelled.

Check her diary.

The meeting that she told Hussain about wasn't today,

she just knew it would be the final straw that set him off.

..no-one should ever be threatened

with violence for their ideas or their words.

What you wanted to hear?

Yes, it is.

I'll tell you, Mangal's is the best meat restaurant in London.

It's a secret, though, so don't go telling everybody.

Oh, I'm so full, I feel like I could bounce to the pub.

I'm gonna have to go to the gym tomorrow.

No, you don't need it.

More of the cheesy charm.

Your sincerity radar is terrible.

Then again, with your political party...

Ah, ah, ah, ah.

Police commander has just informed me that

The Dishonoured won't be shot in Newham any longer.

How come?

Insurance company got nervous about risk of injury to the cast.

They're doing it in Wales instead.

Night, both of you.

Night. OK, let's go.

Sorry? The pub.

Oh... Oh, yeah, you know what?

I'm pretty knackered. Yeah, me too.

Maybe a drink's what we both need, eh?

I think I might just go home, actually.

Oh, right, yeah, yeah, sure.

Maybe next week?

Yeah, let's see.

Friday again, or earlier?

We can sort it out next week, can't we?

Good night, Danny.

No way. Yes way!

Come on, New Statesman party.

Hey, John Pilger might even be there.

Is that a good thing?

OK, drink has been taken, yeah,

so I don't mind admitting that I find him quite sexy.

Oh, yeah.

He is! No, he has gravitas.

He's a stuck record, more like. Oh, come on, let's go.

Well, OK, OK, OK, OK.

You'll need a password for the account.

OK, what is it? Come here.

I'm not sure you should have said that.

Yeah, yeah.

One drink, half an hour.

One glimpse of John Pilger, and then we get a cab.

I'll go and get us a drink.

OK, I'll keep an eye out for John Pilger.

Hey, Ashika. Hey, Sophie!

You're a long way from home.

Yeah, I came with this lobbyist we're working with.

Yeah, I just saw him, Scott Foster, right?

Yeah, you wanna be careful of that one.

Careful?

He's trouble.

Just a couple of days ago,

he was boasting to me that it was Fuck a Tory week.

Still, from what I've heard, you don't go home empty-handed.

Excuse me.

MUSIC BLARES

I'm joined now by Caroline Northcote,

who is married to James Northcote, the MP for Swanage and Huntly.

Not only does she run a highly successful line

of children's clothing,

but she's singing the praises of organic honey.

Tell us something about beekeeping, Caroline.

Well, I'm very much a newcomer to it.

My husband is the apiarist and has always taken care of providing honey

for the breakfast table.

Shut up, you smug Tory cow.

Oh, no, they're everywhere tonight.

All of this nonsense about social backgrounds

is chaff dragged up by our enemies to hide their panic.

Unlike them, we are a united party

heading toward victory in the next election.

But you'd agree there's a perception...

PHONE RINGS ..that many of those

in the vanguard of reform in the Tory Party

come from backgrounds of considerable privilege.

Well, I think that used to be the case,

and that's the perception of an old Conservative Party.

I think that's no longer the case, certainly.

DOOR OPENS

What are those fucking trainers still doing on there?

Good evening, Scott.

How many times do I have to tell you, Danny?

Didn't go so well then with whoever she was.

Not in the mood, Danny, just get them off the windowsill.

Fucking hell, it's a pair of trainers, you moron,

not a dirty bomb. Look!

There you go! Happy now, Grandma?

So who won, you or Kirsty? Jo.

Oh, well. She's an operator.

You wanna get Kirsty back in her hutch, Danny.

She's only an intern, remember?

Thanks for the tip.

Wanna watch Grizzly Man?

Do you see them get eaten?

Nah, but there's a coroner's description of the attack, so...

Well, let's fast forward to that bit then.

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