"I could have brought it in tomorrow, you know." "You didn't have to follow me home." "Jen, I know what it's like lending money, you do not want it hanging over you, it's better I get it back now before it becomes this big thing between us." "You gave it to me two hours ago, and you literally haven't left my side since." "I am never going to borrow money off you again, you're a nightmare." "There, five pounds, God." "Thanking you." "Hi, Jen." "Oh, Gary, hi, how's it going?" "Oh, good, yeah." "I've, er, finished that first wall." "Oh, great, that was quick." "Gary's doing a bit of work around the house." "Hello." "Have we met?" "Er, no, I, I don't think so." "You just look, oh..." "I'd better crack on, eh?" "OK, bye, Roy." "Yeah, all right, time to go." "Listen, I don't think..." "Get out." "Oh, no, wait, Jen, wait!" "It can wait till tomorrow!" "Why didn't you tell me this last night?" "You wouldn't let me." "Builders From Hell?" "I'm pretty sure it was one of those programmes." "Gary's a Builder From Hell?" "I think so." "Oh, so you're not sure?" "Jen, I'm 99% sure." "Oh, what did he do?" "The work was fine, there was nothing wrong with the work, but then they caught him..." "He pissed in the sink." "Which sink?" "All the sinks." "Yeah, he basically went on a pee parade around the house." "Oh, God, I have to fire him." "I think you should, yeah, I'm 95% sure it was him." "Y-You said you were 99% sure." "I'm 97% sure it was him." "I have to get home." "I have to get home." "Hey, man." "You OK?" "Yeah." "You sure?" "Yeah." "Wait, was it those bullies again?" "Yeah." "Oh, what do they do, exactly?" "They make hurtful comments, Roy." "You have to learn how to stand up for yourself, man." "OK, let's try something." "Let's do some role play, OK?" "Do you think that would be a good idea?" "It certainly helped me learn how to buy sandwiches." "Ah, let's go for it, OK." "So I'll be those bullies on the bench." "What, all of them?" "No, just one of them." "Which one?" "I don't know them, Moss." "I'm a bully on the bench and you're going to walk past me, but this time, after I make a hurtful comment, come back at me with something." "OK, get all up in my shit." "Right, OK." "Oh, no, no, wait, wait, wait, what do they usually say?" "They mention my glasses." "OK, let's start with that." "Them glasses is shit, innit!" "It's too real, Roy, it's too real." "I won't do the voice, I won't do the voice." "Thank you." "Nice glasses." "Oh, yeah, er, maybe the reason I have to wear glasses is because I suffer from short-sightedness and I can't, I won't, I can't put contact lenses in cos I'm frightened of touching my eyes." "There's no way that, that these glasses..." "Yeah." "Stupid hair." "I just think, Mr Reynholm, you seem to lack a basic understanding of exactly how much trouble this company's in." "We have a financial crisis here and, if you don't mind me saying, your attitude seems to me incredibly cavalier." "What?" "I can't hear you." "Can't you see we're having an iPod party?" "Mr Reynholm, please!" "What?" "Sorry, girls, you'd better go." "Girls, ship it!" "Best accounting team I've ever had." "What's your problem?" "This is the problem - the iPod parties are the problem, the gold flakes in the drinking water are the problem." "The obscene amount you spend on erotic art." "Easy there, that's an original." "Do you know how much trouble we're in?" "Do you know what the shareholders will do with us?" "I'm sorry but you were getting hysterical." "No, I wasn't!" "You seemed hysterical." "No!" "Anyway, don't worry about the shareholders, I can handle them." "But you've missed every meeting with them." "Where were you last time?" "You're going to hate me for this, but I fancied the day off, so, er, I took some of the pension money out of the bank, and I lost it on a horse!" "Yes." "You were gambling with our employees' pensions?" "Gambling?" "No, no, no, no." "I was riding a horse and it fell out of my pocket." "Oh, my God." "I'm not hysterical!" "Hi, Gary." "Oh, hello." "I thought I'd work from home today." "Sorry, bit out of breath." "Hope you don't mind." "No, not at all." "I'm sorry to interrupt you but you said you had a problem with your laptop." "You don't mind if IT fiddle about a bit while we speak, do you?" "Well, actually I..." "Yeah, no, good." "Er, I can't seem to get it open." "You want me to open it?" "That's why you called me all the way up here, to open your laptop?" "I would be beholden to you." "No problem." "I do think the delicate nature of our conversation..." "Yeah, money, money, money." "That's the problem with you people, it's always about money." "Roy, give me ?" "20." "What?" "Give me ?" "20, I'll pay you back." "Yeah." "You know what I think of money?" "That's what I think of money." "Ah, you've opened it." "Thanks, Roy." "You're welcome." "Mr Reynholm, you do know that Japan have expressed concern?" "What, the whole country?" "No, not the whole..." "Mr Yamamoto." "Oh, he's important, isn't he?" "He's the major shareholder, he's effectively your partner, and he said, what he said," ""I do hope we don't have our own Conrad Black at Reynholm Industries."" "Conrad Black, the first rich person to go to prison in 300 years." "You see it's serious." "What do you want from me?" "I just want you to stay out of trouble, just do nothing until the conference call tomorrow." "Let me get this right, you want me to do absolutely nothing?" "Just stay out of trouble, that's all I ask." "You want me to sit on my arse all day?" "I think I can handle that." "I don't think I've ever looked in this drawer." "Wow, a gun!" "Roy, I'd like to take you to the changes I've made to the video conference system in the meeting room but maybe I'm boring you." "I'm never going to see that ?" "20 again." "I can't believe you're not interested in the sweet flip switch" "I've installed in case the first feed goes down." "?" "20 doesn't even register to him as an amount of money." "He won't remember it." "Hello, IT, have you tried turning it...?" "Is this the guy?" "I need to know, I can't sit here all day staring at him." "It really looked like him, Jen, I'm 80% sure it's him." "Are you winding me up?" "'Why?" "'" "You've gone down 15%." "It's still high." "I'm sitting here like an idiot trying to think of things to do and you've gone down about 15%." "Oh, Jen, Jen, how can you be keeping an eye on him while you're talking to me as well?" "Hi, Gary." "What?" "Sorry, I thought you were in the toilet," "I just wondered, er, if you fancied a cup of tea." "Just made you one." "Oh, yeah, thanks." "So how's it all going?" "Pretty good, I've finished that other wall." "Great." "And that architrave won't be a problem." "Yeah, and the eggshell's come out really well." "Yeah, it's classy, it's really good." "Thank you for the cup of tea." "'Dear Douglas, if you're reading this it's because you've found 'my father's old service revolver.'" "Hell's horses." "'I did plan on using this gun to take my own life if it ever came to it, 'but as you know, in the end I jumped out of a window." "'I've passed it on to you in the hope that if things ever get too bad 'you'll be able to take the easy way out." "'Hopefully it won't come to it, but if it does you must promise me 'that you'll shoot yourself without a moment's hesitation.'" "I promise, Father." "'Your affectionate father, Mr Reynholm.'" "I wonder if it's loaded?" "No." "Ah...here we go." "You off somewhere?" "Er, yeah, er..." "So, er, what's next on the agenda?" "Look Jen, I know what's going on." "You do?" "And it's fine, I understand, I really do." "Oh, so you understand how I feel." "Yeah, but you are barking up the wrong tree." "I mean, I think you're a top bird and everything but you're not really my type." "I mean I like tall, beautiful girls." "I don't fancy you, you big ugly builder." "I am trying to stop you having a piddle party in my house." "What?" "Builders From Hell." "Ring any bells?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "Oh, I think you do." "Well, I don't." "You haven't been on Builders From Hell, that's what you're saying?" "No, I haven't." "Oh, really?" "Yes, really." "Really?" "Really." "Well...!" "Let's forget about it, shall we?" "Forget all about it, this conversation's beneath us." "Wow, I love what you've done to that wall, Gary!" "I haven't done it yet." "You haven't even done it and I love it." "Ah, this is..." "You and I should stay in touch," "I would like to stay in touch with you because we've got a..." "A rapport, haven't we?" "We've clicked, we have, we've clicked haven't we?" "In a way." "In a...weird way that friends..." "Friends usually click." "A big, ugly builder." "You, this is all because of you." "Jen, I didn't bring his weight into it." "You said you were 99% sure." "Oh, I don't think I ever went that high." "I've always thought it was about 60-40." "Now that I think about it, Jen," "I'm pretty sure that the guy on the programme was black." "Well, at least I don't have to worry about him going on a toilet tour of my house." "Unless he's so angry that he does it out of spite." "What?" "Well, if someone called me a big, ugly builder" "I'd be furious, and not just because I'm actually an IT consultant." "Revenge, that would be uppermost upon my mind," "I'm going to wee on everything." "Oh, God." "I'm going to taint her abode." "I'm going to spray my personal potatoes throughout her premises." "Oh, God." "Nice glasses." "Not as nice as yo' momma's glasses." "It's a little bit complimentary, but we'll work on it." "I can't hang around the house, he'll know I don't trust him." "But I can't leave him on his own." "What am I going to do?" "What am I going to do..." "Roy?" "Jen, just relax, OK?" "I've often found that the best solution is the simplest." "Thanks again for doing this, Roy." "No problem, Jen." "It's brilliantly easy to spy on people these days." "He won't see the cameras, will he?" "Oh, no, no." "They're pretty well hidden." "He's muttering a lot, have you noticed?" "'Ugly builder.'" "Take that, lollipop man." "Wow, my grandfather's old service revolver, to think, of all the deserters he shot in the head with this." "Are you ready?" "Ready for what?" "Japan." "Oh, is that meeting today?" "Hell's bells." "You go ahead, I'll be right there, I've just..." "What was that?" "What was what?" "That noise." "What noise?" "The loud explosion." "Loud explosion?" "What on earth are you talking about?" "You didn't hear that just then?" "What are you talking about?" "You come in here ranting about gunshots, and service revolvers." "I've had enough, get out!" "Go, go to the meeting, I'll be right there." "Hello, does someone have a problem with their laptop?" "Now, you listen to me, this is very important," "I have a vital meeting to attend and I've just shot myself in the leg." "I want you to dial 999." "No, it's a new number." "01199..." "Whatever the new number is, get an ambulance and ask it to wait and I'll be there in two hours, three hours tops." "You ready?" "I was born..." "Ready." "OK, Roy, we're on, j'accuse, gotcha." "Ok, how do you record, how do you record on this?" "Roy?" "Roy!" "Roy!" "How do you record?" "OK, we're on." "Mr. Yamamoto, hello." "He IS angry!" "Well, lots to think about there." "Thoughts, anyone?" "No." "We reconvene tomorrow, thank you, everyone." "But what did it all mean?" "Mr Reynholm, are you all right?" "I'm fine, yes, yes, I'm fine, yes." "Er, I'm going to go, I may not come back, but I want to say this, that accounts team," "I had every last one of them." "Just a little bit further, son." "Father, is it really you?" "Is this really heaven?" "Yes, yes, hurry up, come on." "I'm coming, father, I'm ready." "Whoa, there, was that Hitler?" "Was what Hitler?" "That looked like Hitler." "That wasn't Hitler, that was a woman." "Really?" "Well, it looked exactly like Hitler." "We're having a heaven party... and that's a Hitlergram." "Right, well, I don't think I'm quite ready yet." "Come on." "No, I'll see you later, I've still got a lot of work to do." "I'll see you later, Douglas." "Not if I see you first." "Must call Mark Thatcher..." "I'm alive," "Nolan, my accounting team, and Roy, gentle Irish Roy." "Thank you for being by my side while I awake." "No problem, sir." "We don't want you going anywhere." "Isn't it lucky to see an Irishman when you awake from a near death experience?" "I've heard that, even if it isn't, I appreciate it, Roy, and I count myself lucky to have you as a friend." "He's exhausted, we should go." "I'll stay with him." "Make sure he's OK." "Got you, you crafty Irish bastard." "I've got a gun!" "I've got a ruddy gun!" "I've got a flipping gun!" "I've got a mother flipping gun!"