SORRY, YOU'RE FROM MANCHESTER. COTTON AND GUNS.

A-A-A-A-A...L. LISTEN...

ONE MORE QUESTION ABOUT THE HOUSE.
PETROL STATIONS NEARBY?

SHOULDN'T WORRY ABOUT IT.

NOT EVEN ITS MOTHER. SHE JUST FLIES OFF DEPRESSED.

PUT IT THERE, LYNN.

THIS BOOK WOULD FIT INTO AN ATTACHE CASE

LET ME REMIND YOU.

I'M SORRY, ALAN. I DIDN'T KNOW.
ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?

YOU'VE MADE YOURSELF COMFORTABLE
ON THE BANQUETTE. GREAT.

I'M GOING TO GO HOME

HANDS UP! GIVE ME ALL YOUR PETROL!

I'M SORRY, NO! STOP!

AAGH!

AYE. WE'D HAVE TO BREED.

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

FAT ARMS, BEARDS
AND THAT'S JUST THE MEN...WOMEN.

IF YOU WILL EXCUSE ME, ALAN?
I HAVE TO LEAVE THE DESK UNATTENDED.