WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

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

LYNN, YOU...

AAGH!

THERE'S ONE WORD FOR PEOPLE LIKE YOU...

AND MARTIN MCGUINNESS LOOKS
LIKE A CLOWN WITHOUT MAKE-UP.

I'LL HAVE A PINT OF BITTER.

ALL RIGHT. GOODNIGHT, ALAN.

- ALL RIGHT, LADS?
- ALL RIGHT, ALAN.

I FOUND MYSELF IN A RUSH FOR THE ONE REMAINING SEAT

THE POLICE DON'T ARREST THEM
BECAUSE THEY ONLY SLAUGHTER THEIR OWN.

- JUST HAD A BETTER ONE.
- WHAT DID YOU DO?

- HELLO. MICHAEL.
- AYE AYE, MR PARTRIDGE.

I CAN'T PUT IT BACK TOGETHER AGAIN.

CAN I PUT IN JOURNAL THAT I AM
GOOD COOK OF FULL ENGLISH BREAKFAST?

MICHAEL, THAT MAY VERY, VERY WELL BE THE CASE,

HE'S BEING CHASED BY THESE RUSSIAN SHITS
IN BLACK JUMPSUITS WITH LEMON PIPING.

- LION BAR?
- NO, I PREFER FINGERS.