MORNING...
# BUT STILL THEY COME. #

SPRING IN YOUR STEP'S THE LAST THING YOU NEED
ON A CLIFF. IT'S A SUICIDE HOT SPOT.

- I'VE ALREADY POURED HALF.
- IT'S ALL RIGHT.

SEE YOU LATER.

- WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE BEATLES ALBUM?
- TOUGH ONE.

- SPEAK QUICKLY. SHE CAN'T UNDERSTAND IT.
- WHAT CAN WE DO?

I'M STILL DRINKING IT.

I MEAN, PEOPLE FORGET THAT TRADERS
NEED ACCESS TO DIX-ONS!

(PHONE)

A FEW TOO MANY BLACKS!

MICHAEL'S STAYING HERE
TILL THEY PUT HIS FRONT DOOR BACK ON.

- YOU DISAPPEARED PRETTY SHARPISH.
- AYE. A SCALDED CAT RUNS AWAY.

- ALAN, I CAN'T SEE YOU.
- NO PROBLEM. I'LL JUST HOP UP HERE.

SO THEY CAN ONLY BE IDENTIFIED
BY REFERENCE TO THEIR DENTAL RECORDS?

(SOME GROANS)

YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED NAKED FLAMES ON THE FORECOURT.

MY LANDLADY IS TELLING ME THAT THE GIRL MUST GO

UNFORTUNATELY, PEOPLE WOULD RATHER WATCH
CLIPS OF IDIOTS DRIVING CARS LIKE MANIACS