SWOOP OVER A FIELD,
SCARE A DONKEY SO IT FALLS INTO A RIVER.

I'LL TELL YOU SOMETHING. THEY MAY HAVE
VERY NICE TUDORETTE-STYLE HOUSING,

A-HA!

- JUST LET OFF IN A TAX INSPECTRESS'S FACE.
- LET OFF?

- YOU ENJOYED THAT.
- (MACHINE-GUN NOISE)

IT'S LIKE PRESS-UPS, ISN'T IT?

YOU'VE GOT A CHOICE. YOU CAN EITHER
BOOK ME NOW, OR WAIT FOR CLIFF THORBURN.

OH, YES. I CAN SEE WHAT HE'S DONE NOW.
SHALL I PUT IT ON THE LIST?

HOW DID THE COUNTY SHOW GO, ALAN?

I'D BETTER GO AND BUILD
THAT TIME-TRAVEL GYMNASIUM, THEN.

HAVE YOU EVER SHAVED YOUR CRACKLING?

- I SPEAK NO OTHER LANGUAGE. DRINK?
- YEAH. BIG SHOT OF DIRECTOR'S BITTER.

IT'S INTERESTING THAT THESE WOMEN
ARE TECHNICALLY MODELS.

COLONEL MUSTARD IN THE EN-SUITE BATHROOM
WITH THE LEAD PIPE. BATTERED.

THAT APPEALS TO MAINSTREAM AUDIENCES
ON BOTH SIDES OF THE IRISH SEA.

..THROUGH CHILDHOOD
TO YOUR DRUG ADDICTION AND PROSTITUTION...

IT JUST SAYS, "TO JED MAXWELL FROM ALAN".

- CAN YOU STILL DRIVE THE CAR?
- YEAH, OBVIOUSLY. I MEAN THAT'S...