Just what the hell do you think you're playing at? First, you have the unmitigated gall to...

[Harcourt-Smith was embarassed by Preston's unauthorized, though successful previous mission] Brian Harcourt-Smith: Just what the hell do you think you're playing at? First, you have the unmitigated gall to proceed without my permission. Next, you deliberately embarrass the service in front of that shit Irvine! Of course, I'm well aware that you somehow consider yourself outside the normal chain of command. But may I remind you that this is a Service, not a free-for-all! And when you're done showing off, you come back to work for me. And I, as Director-General of the Security Service... John Preston: *Acting* Director-General. Bernard Hemmings isn't dead yet. Brian Harcourt-Smith: [Through growing, though restrained anger] Look, Preston, let's get one thing perfectly clear. If, or rather *when*, I am confirmed as head of this department, you are simply going to disappear, without a trace! John Preston: I will bear that in mind. Brian Harcourt-Smith: Meantime, I want another report, complete in every detail, on my desk, before you go home! John Preston: Would that include this meeting, sir? Brian Harcourt-Smith: [Finally losing his temper] DO IT!