I WAS AT A FRIEND'S HOUSE.

YES, THE LOUNGE.

SOPHIE, DID YOU GET YOUR CHOCOLATE ORANGE? I GOT
YOU DARK CHOCOLATE BECAUSE YOU DON'T LIKE MILK.

- CROSSED WIRES.
- SHALL WE GO TO APACHE?

PETER, HELLO.

IT'S BAD ENOUGH SITTING ON YOUR OWN
IN A REAL NIGHTCLUB, WHICH YOU DO,

WAS HE BORN IN A WHEELCHAIR?
NOT SURE WHAT I MEANT BY THAT.

- GIN AND TONIC?
- YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, FINE.

SORT OUT YOUR PECS, DO YOUR BENCH PRESSES.
HERE, HAVE A PROD OF THAT.

- WHOA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
- POURING THE WINE OUT.

YOU'RE WELCOME.
DID YOU NOTICE ANYTHING ABOUT THE BOX?

SO, ER...

THREE WORDS.

THE MONEY THAT PAYS FOR THE BLACK GRANITE
WORK SURFACES, THE BRASS DIMMER SWITCHES

IF YOU SLICED THAT UP, YOU'D HAVE MOST OF
THE WORK SURFACE FOR A POGGENPOHL KITCHEN.

- IT'S HILFIGER.
- IT SAYS HILFINGER ON THE BOTTLE.

I'VE JUST REALISED.
WE HAVEN'T GOT "THE SPY WHO LOVED ME".

JUST JOSHING. HAVE YOU PUT T'CORPSE UNDER T'PATIO?