CLAWS.

- IF YOU'VE GOT OWT TO SAY, SAY IT TO ME.
- IT'S HYGIENE.

OK.

GOD ALONE KNOWS, ALAN.

BASH YOUR ARSE!

HELLO?

HOW DID THE COUNTY SHOW GO, ALAN?

182 DAYS IN A TRAVEL TAVERN!

YES, I AM. FOR TREASON AND MURDER.

THE VERY FACT YOU'RE QUESTIONING MY-MY-MY...
MY GOD.

WELL...I'LL STOP, THEN.

OH, HELLO. I'D LIKE TO SPEAK
TO FERNANDO PARTRIDGE, PLEASE.

I'M SORRY FOR SAYING YOU WERE FAT.
YOU'RE JUST BIG-BONED.

AS I'M SURE YOU ARE, SIR.

HE'S NOT A CRIMINAL, BUT HE WILL GO 80 MPH ON THE
MOTORWAY IF HE WANTS TO GET SOMEWHERE QUICKLY.

WHEN I MADE SOME COMMENTS ABOUT
INTENSIVE FARMING. WHERE DID I GO WRONG?

SORT OF LEAN ON THE WALL.

THEN I'D TILT THE HELICOPTER TO ONE SIDE.
BULLETS ARE CHEWING UP THE DRIVE.