What?! Malcolm, you're meant to be dealing with me!

The worst that can happen to you is you'll lose your job.

I'm gonna lose my reputation. Just grow up, Terri.

YOU grow up. I am a fucking grown up, thank you.

You could have fooled me.

Glenn's son could have fooled you.

No offence, Glenn. I'm sorry.

Will you two get this paper trail sorted and get your story sorted out.

Could you stop swearing, please?

I'm really sorry, you won't hear any more swearing from us,

you massive, gay SHITE!

Fuck off!

Right. How are you doing in sorting out whether he lied or not, everything OK?

Pretty well, yeah. Is that a lie?

Yeah. That is not fucking funny, you retard.

I'm sorry about that, Glenn, the situation just...

Here she comes.

'Good afternoon.' Christ, there's that fucking sofa.

'I'd like to offer my sincere and unreserved apologies

'for the terrible outrage caused by the e-mail I sent.'

It was never meant to be read by anybody other than the intended recipient.

'I...understand that the...' Oh, for...

What the hell's he...? Twat.

Perhaps he doesn't realise he's walking in front of the camera.

'..to use language like that in an internal departmental conversation

'or any conversation. "..any conversation."

'I wish I had never sent the e-mail...' What?

'and indeed I find it hard to believe that I did.'

Whoa, whoa, whoa - she's gone off script here. Fucking hell, Terri...

'..a momentary lapse in restraint

'and that...' OK, we're back on track. Yeah, thank God.

'..and I wish to apologise that I have let down'

the electorate,

the Minister, my colleagues,

'my own family...'

Even though half of them are dead.