WOULD YOU LIKE TO RECRUIT ME?

YES.
(KNOCKING)

MEET ME IN THE CAR PARK IN HALF AN HOUR, LYNN.

HE'S CRACKERS, MAN.

- HER NECK? HER EYES? HER EYELASHES?
- NO. IT'S HER FEET. LOVELY DAINTY FEET.

I MEAN ME, NOT THE HELICOPTER -
THOUGH SOME SICKO WOULD PROBABLY BUY THAT!

IT'S THE POST OFFICE AND THE SPASTIC SOCIETY.

OH, YOU HAVE. LOOK AT HER. DEAD TO THE WORLD.

- YOU OWN KITCHEN PLANET ON THE A416?
- THE VERY SAME.

- LOVELY STUFF.
- DID YOU BUY ME A PRESENT TO SAY SORRY?

AT YOUR AGE, IT'S STILL ILLEGAL.
YOU DON'T WANT TO END UP IN PRISON.

AND I MIGHT PUT IT ON A JAR OF PASTA.

- ALAN.
- OH! I'M CONFUSED.

ONE SMALL BAILEYS, PLEASE.

JUST A FEW THINGS, ALAN.
WE'VE HAD A CALL FROM NORWICH RADIO.

IMAGINE WHAT THAT MUST HAVE LOOKED LIKE.

LOOK AT YOU. DO YOU GO AROUND
DRAWING PEEPHOLE BRAS ON THE WALL?

YOU COULD GET A BUS THROUGH THERE,
YOU (BLEEP)! LET ME THROUGH!