Reach Out And Touch Crazy
Cut to Steve. Alone. In silence.
Frank watches a news report about how Steve's not committing to any public statement about his origins; Simon the cute cop kid comes in behind him just as they're saying Frank's got Klinefelter's, and has thus been infertile since birth. Francis freaks out about how he's personally still waiting for the results on all the tests, and meanwhile the news already has him on blast: "How's that on the telly?" Simon watches as Francis freaks, running down the hall toward the outside, careening off walls and trash cans, screaming, "Bastards!" and...there we go: Simon's eyes go silver; he begins to giggle.
Jude and Fiona discuss how there are only four days left. "Who's writing the Testament?" "They'll have so much power," Jude worries. Fiona's started writing, and cautions Jude that she should be writing again. Peter and Dave are there; everybody talks over everybody else. It's a microcosm, son. "That's what the law is, that's what common sense is..." "People are scared, we're heading toward fundamentalism..." "You've never even read the New Testament!" But, Jude maintains, it hasn't worked. David admits that he always thought Pete was Muslim, and Peter says that his mother was Christian: "I never said, because you'd take the piss." Jude tries to bottom-line it: "This is Steve. Even if the Son of God does exist: five billion people on Earth, and it's Steve?" They protest that this is the point, but she can't get over it: "It's just Steve! Stupid, ordinary Steve."
Who is watching TV, as Johnny Tyler calls in to the program. "Steven Baxter is the real deal...It's easy to believe, nobody believes anything these days -- and that's why we need Baxter. The Nazerene came two thousand years ago, and we abandoned him. Now it's all started again, now we can be prepared." Prepared for what, asks the presenter. "The war," Johnny grins, at home. Steve turns off the TV and pulls out the stolen phone. Down at the pub in their old neighborhood, the bartender is trying to serve everybody, tossing bags of chips to the customers. He answers the phone: "It's me, Steve. I need a favor." The bartender smiles and says he can help as soon as he pays off his 19 pound tab. They laugh. Steve breaks out through his bedroom window; the cops watch him on security cameras, and Bad Cop again cautions Good Cop Chadwick to let him go.