All language subtitles for Party Animals s01e02.eng

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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