Shamus had hired Malcolm Tucker to try and spin the news as it were. In ConCo’s favor that is, because right now, it wasn’t in high regards. Someone has been leaking things to the media. And he’s been unable to plug said leak just now. This may not be an over night fix at all, but if anyone can take it on it was Malcolm Tucker.
Perhaps Shamus wasn’t even trying to fix the leak, find out who it was who was releasing the information that he has supernatural beings in his employ. Not only that but the deals he has made with the galactic council to ward off Dalek attacks and keep Earth off the target list, was a big thing too. But he had faith that Malcolm Tucker could do the job. Not to mention the amount of money Shamus was paying the man was far more than what his previous employer had been. It’s no easy task to do what Malcolm Tucker does. So his physiologist told him when he was about to send in the request for Malcolm. Money, always a good motivator. So money is what Malcolm got.
Shamus vowed to keep people safe that worked for him. So it was hard when the human people began to riot outside his hospital. He insures the ones that work for him have a place to stay in ConCo, but eventually everyone has to go outside.
“Mr. Tucker..I still have rioters outside my hospital, I do not wish to bring in security. This is a hospital, not a government building, people need saving, and people need to leave. And they shouldn’t leave if they aren’t feeling safe. Which is what all of my staff are feeling..Unsafe, in my hospital..I need those people to leave Mr. Tucker. This is a safe place.”
Shamus is unable to sit down, he just looks out his tall glass window, and he just knows way down below there are angry people,
“I don’t see what it matters, people are alive because of the ones I have entrusted, My employee’s would never do anything to hurt anyone..They are basing their beliefs off bloody fairy tales.”
“Fairytales are all they have. We need to start telling them new stories.” If his employer doesn’t sit down, Malcolm doesn’t either. He stands with his back to the window, manipulating the holographic computer screen hovering at the center of the room, grouping ideas, mind-maps, potential headlines -- starting points, based on what Shamus Connerie had been telling him over the course of the hour.
“New world order, new fairytales. Everybody has had to change the way they live; stands to reason the monsters under the bed should have to change, too...” He almost believes it. And if Malcolm can sell this to himself, of all people, it will stand on its own two feet in terms of public appeal. “You know they were never bad people, but your rioters, they don’t know that. We need to humour that notion that these... creatures are reformed, turning over a new leaf, working for the greater good.”
