Rory Kinnear credited as playing...
Michael Callow
- Alex Cairns: Everyone will see it. The world will see it. The mood will border on insurrection, and you will be destroyed, I guarantee you. Utterly destroyed.
- Tom Bilce: The polling bears that out.
- Alex Cairns: You won't just be a disgraced politician. You'll be a despised individual. The public, the palace, and the party insist on complying.
- Michael Callow: Fuck the party!
- Alex Cairns: Refuse, and I've been advised that we cannot guarantee your physical safety, or that of your family.
- Michael Callow: Unless I'm mistaken, our mystery man specified no visual trickery in his original demand, didn't he?
- Alex Cairns: I considered it necessary...
- Michael Callow: Considered it necessary!
- Alex Cairns: To devise...
- Michael Callow: Fucking hell!
- [kicks his desk in anger]
- Alex Cairns: Mike...
- Michael Callow: Don't.
- Alex Cairns: It's not...
- Michael Callow: One word and I swear I will... fucking
- [grabs Alex; Tom pulls him away]
- Michael Callow: What did you do, Alex?
- Alex Cairns: I had a back-up plan. A man prepared to do it, and an FX company that'd paint your head onto his shoulders.
- Michael Callow: And you actually thought that would work?
- Alex Cairns: I believed it worth considering...
- Michael Callow: Then you're a stupid bitch.
- Alex Cairns: With your interests at heart.
- Michael Callow: Who knew about this?
- Alex Cairns: A select few. It seems some idiot at the studios recognised our designated performer, tweeted a photo, and the online hive mind did the maths.
- Tom Bilce: It's not playing well.
- Michael Callow: With who?
- Tom Bilce: With anyone.