What do you mean? We can get you a nice journalist, yeah?

Yes. We can get you a nice young journalist,

Angela Heaney and maybe you...

I mean I don't know what shit that he made you sign

but whatever it was it was bullshit.

Maybe if you just say that you were misquoted

and also that Simon Hewitt's a prick, if you just said that. Who?

The journalist that you told your story to.

I didn't, I didn't talk to any journalist.

You spoke to Simon Hewitt... Simon?

No I... You fucking spoke to Simon Hewitt.

He's a fat guy with a tiny little dick, you fucking spoke to him.

I really think I'd like to go now.

Did you speak? I don't even know...

You didn't speak to him. She didn't fucking speak to him.

I don't know anyone called Simon, whatever the...

Hewitt. Simon Hewitt. Hewitt, yeah.

She doesn't even know, Malcolm.

Fuck's sake. What's the matter with him? Olly...

Sorry for anything I said that might have upset you.

Sorry, there's just been a crossed line, darling, sorry about that.

Will you leave me alone?

Jesus. For fuck's sake!

She didn't even know. Fuck 'em.

That didn't really work, did it?

Can I just get this straight just for my own, for my own sanity...?

If we get on the phone, can we pull the front page?

No...it's too late.

Heaney's piece is going to go ahead anyway now?

Of course it's going to fucking go ahead,

I mean I'm good but I can't fucking hold back the tide!

That's it. I'm going to bed. Kind of ironic really...

You're fucking on your own!

She hasn't actually spoken to Hewitt

and we've voluntarily released the story to the...

to the press...unnecessarily...