WE'RE DOWN TO THE FINAL LATHER.

- WHY NOT?
- THIS LOOKS LIKE I HAVEN'T BOUNCED BACK.

JUST CRUDE, LIKE...

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

OVER FIFTY JUST SEEMS SARCASTIC.

NICE. HAVE CUP OF COFFEE,
PUT A SPRING IN YOUR STEP.

BIG FEET REMIND ME OF GAMMON.

DO YOU REMEMBER CATCHING ME
IN THAT DARKROOM SNOGGING THAT LAB ASSISTANT?

OK, EITHER THAT OR THE FINGERPRINTS, EH?

- I NEED TO PICK YOUR BRAINS.
- PICK AWAY.

- SHE'D LIKE TO. IT'S NICE, ISN'T IT?
- NO, IT'S A BLOODY NIGHTMARE.

BUT NOT "THE ARCHERS"
WHO ARE A MIXED BAG. GOODBYE.

£200,OOO A YEAR.

RUDDY HELL, IT'S SOFT CELL.
(MUSIC.. "TAINTED LOVE")

OR BITCH, MIGHT BE A LADY.

THE FUNNY THING IS I'VE BEEN
IN THE BUSINESS FOR 15 YEARS,

TO MAKE A COMPLETE CAR.

(HE LAUGHS)