With the meddlesome Eric out of the room, Simon picks up the phone and calls Sergeant Michaels. I'm surprised he's not using the secure red phone in RevCam's office. Nevertheless, Sergeant Michaels jumps to take the call. Simon says, "Look, I have a serious problem, and I'd talk to my dad about it, but the last time I had a serious problem like this, he nearly got killed." Sergeant Michaels sighs, probably remembering how close he'd come to getting out from under RevCam's thumb that time Eric nearly got killed.

Mary's lying in bed when slack-jawed Billy Campbell-wannabe Wilson calls her. He apologizes for calling so late, claiming that he was "working on the annual report." I think he means the Daily Jumble, but since it takes him a year to complete it, he doesn't realize there's a new one in the paper every day. As Dabney pointed out, Wilson is wearing a super-shiny tie with three little diamonds on it. Hey, is that swanky or what? He laughs at Mary for setting the curtains on fire, then tries to convince her that a sense of humour will be her best asset during her job interview with the fire department tomorrow. Mary has a little trouble following his line of reasoning, and so do I, but it turns out he means that, in the firehouse, she will be "the only woman surrounded by a bunch of guys, and guys like to kid around." What drivel. If Mary were smart, she would do exactly the opposite of everything Wilson ever tells her to do. But she's not, so she just tells him she loves him and accepts his good wishes for her interview -- despite the fact that he has not only not calmed her down, but has now given her another thing to worry about: being harassed by those teasing firefighters. Wilson is such a tool.

Robbie is sitting in the darkened CamKitchen, talking to Cheryl on the phone. It would be funny, albeit gross, to think that they're having phone sex, but instead Robbie is just apologizing for laughing earlier when he found out she was going to college. Of course, she wouldn't even know that he'd laughed at her if he hadn't just told her. But this way Robbie can pretend he's all noble and shit, because he apologized. A sad-looking Dopey has been eavesdropping on the conversation from the stair landing. You know, I've become so desensitized to these oafish Camdens that I can't even be shocked by that anymore.