"Tucker's writ runs through the lifeblood of Westminster

"like raw alcohol, at once cleansing and corroding."

The Times.

"If you make eye contact with Malcolm Tucker,

"you have spilled his pint."

The Spectator. "Iago with a BlackBerry."

I mean, you're saying these quotes are, what, misguided?

The Spectator...! Um...

No, I'm saying you're taking these out of context, you're not contextualising these.

If you were to put them into a perspective, if you were to place them into the landscape,

you would see that there might be a lot of axes being ground here.

I don't see the difference between what you have just done and a leak, by the way.

The difference is that what I've just read out was not obtained illegally.

How do you know that?

You don't know what confidences have been breached

in order to form these opinions, for that is what they are.

So, you accept leaking as part and parcel of the political media machinery?

Yes, I mean if you didn't have leaking,

the newspapers would just be full of long-lense bikini shots,

and adverts for sheds, and offers to buy three pairs of trousers for a tenner, etcetera.

It's just... It's the way it is. Big deal, no-one dies.

One person did die, Mr Tucker.

Would you tell us how it works? You know, you do me a favour, I do you a favour. Yeah?

And what might you expect in return?

Anything. What?

Well, a Kit-Kat, you might get.

I've had a Kit-Kat, I've had, er, a-a big meal.

Could you give us an example?

Um... Well, yes.

I...

This is The Daily Mirror,

and I could get drummed out of the Magic Circle for showing you this.

Anyway, this is The Daily Mirror...

about the Quiet Batpeople, er, policy of Mrs Nicola Murray.

I was there that day. You can't see me cos I've been cropped out here,

but this information here, I made sure that those notes were in that place,