Jesus Christ on a crystal meth binge!

Terri and I sent what you gave me.

Terri?!

Why the fuck... The only reason I'd ever ask Terri for help,

is to shoot me, if I ever ask Terri for help!

Same reason you gave it to me. Distance.

Two people! Twice the distance!

Terri doesn't give us any distance! Terri gives me a twitch! Right here!

Laugh it up, Glenn. I've got a twitch called Terri!

I am actually here, you know.

Yeah, and that, in a nutshell, is the whole fucking problem!

# Fuck you very much. #

Five minutes guys, yeah?

Thanks.

Glenn, what about my tea shop?

It got closed. There's been a murder.

An inquiry into all of leaking. All of leaking.

We are so...we are so screwed.

He's done it.

That chinless horse fiddler, our fucklustrious PM has opened

Pandora's fucking Box and curled a massive steamer right into it.

In the time it has taken for Terri to extract

herself from her Bluetooth, this little inquiry has fused!

It is now growing faster than the speed of bloody light!

It's not going to be something that we can see from space.

It's going to be space!

Brian Cox is going to phone me, and ask for the film rights!

But what leak, what leak, what fucking leak?!

Anything! If I find out that anyone from here has leaked anything,

I will make sure they have to emigrate after this, to a country

where they don't speak English and there's no internet.

But everyone who leaked anything,

that would fill the fucking Caspian Sea!

We're just a drop in the ocean here.

No, no, what you are Peter, is leak zero. It started here.

You have presided over a shambolic showering of info. Peter Mannion.