I'M GOING NOWHERE, LYNN.

SO MAKE THE MOST OF HER STUNNING FENS
BEFORE THE FLOODS COME,

MOBILE PHONE NOT HURT TOO MUCH. IS ONLY SMALL.

WHEN I RAISED MY LEGS THEN,
SOMETHING UNPLANNED HAPPENED.

WOULD NOT RENDER HER PLEASURABLE TO MINE EYE.

YES, THANK YOU. I WOULD.

OH, I'M GOING TO KILL MYSELF.
WHERE'S MY SHOTGUN? CLICK, CLICK.

(SUSAN) DON'T WORRY ABOUT YOUR CAR.
I'LL GET MICHAEL TO SORT IT OUT FOR YOU.

OH, QUITE GOOD.
WE'LL JUST HAVE TO THINK OF SOMETHING.

THIS'LL HAPPEN TO YOU WHEN YOU HIT 4O.
IT'S CUTTING INTO MY FINGERS.

MY BOOK COULD END UP BEING RECONSTITUTED
AS A TABLE IN A HOME FOR BATTERED WOMEN.

IT'S ALAN PARTRIDGE.

A-HA!

WE'RE STOPPING THIS AFTER TONIGHT.

JUST DOWN THE ROAD. OUR HOUSE.

HOW CAN YOU SET FIRE TO YOUR HANDS?

NO. WE WERE STUCK IN THE FOYER...

TOM SPOTLEY? WHEN?