HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THAT?

- WHY?
- HE WAS DEPRESSED.

YOU DO THAT WITH BATTLEFIELD CASUALTIES
SO THE DOCTORS KNOW THEY'VE HAD MORPHINE.

- YEAH. BYE, ALAN.
- ALSO, ARCHERS.

- THAT'S THE WORK SURFACE I TOLD YOU ABOUT.
- LYNN, YOUR BAILEY'S.

- PING!
- PARDON?

THE CRITICISM BOUNCED OFF HIM LIKE WATER OFF...

EAT AS MUCH AS YOU LIKE,
BUT FROM AN EIGHT-INCH PLATE.

I GOT IT BACK AS A CHRISTMAS PRESENT
FROM MY BROTHER-IN-LAW, MINUS THE POWER PACK,

- HELLO, ALAN.
- LYNN, HAND ME AN APPLE PIE.

NOT MY FACE! I'M DOING A PHOTO-SHOOT
FOR VISION EXPRESS!

I CAN AFFORD ONE. I'VE GOT A SIX-FIGURE INCOME.

YEAH, BUT HE'S FINISHED NOW.

HE'S SURROUNDED BY BOUNCERS.

ACTUALLY, CAN I TALK TO YOU?
IT'S A RATHER DELICATE MATTER.

THAT'S NOT HIS CUP OF TEA.
THAT'S THE OTHER ONE, GOD REST HIS SOUL.

- THE CHICKEN IS EMPTY.
- IT'S HOLLOW?

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