- YOU'RE SEXY, BUT I DON'T TRUST YOU.
- JAMES BOND DOESN'T LIVE IN A CARAVAN.

- IT'S VALENTINE'S DAY, AND LOVE IS IN THE AIR?
- AYE, AYE!

- DO YOU WANT ME TO COME, ALAN?
- NO, THANKS, LYNN.

LET ME REMIND YOU.

TAKE HER OUT TO A LOCAL FORT OR VICTORIAN FOLLY.

JUST POP YOUR ELBOW ON THERE...

COME IN.

BUT I DIDN'T KILL HIM, THAT WAS THE TRAGEDY,
I HAD TO GO BACK AND FINISH HIM OFF WITH A JACK.

I'VE NOT THOUGHT IT THROUGH, LYNN.
I'LL CALL YOU BACK.

- YOU GOT IT?
- YES.

- AAGH!
- WHAT?

NO. I'M FINE, THANKS. I'LL JUST CHECK ON MICHAEL.

YEAH. I HATE MERCS.
PEOPLE WHO DRIVE THEM ARE JUST SA-A-AD.

- BUT I HAD THE DECENCY TO ADMIT IT.
- COME ON, ALAN, IT'S JUST A BIT OF FUN.

- THIS ISN'T "SILENT WITNESS".
- HELLO.

THE WAY SHE LOOKED AT THAT NURSE.
GOD REST HER RACIST SOUL.

THE MOST HUMANE WAY
WOULD BE DEATH BY FIRING SQUAD.

SORRY. I WON'T DO THE SHOTGUN THING ON THE RADIO.
THAT'S JUST FOR THE BAPTISTS.