Outside, Good Cop Chadwick looks around, and then up in the sky, a security camera turns toward the door of the pub, and we see it on video. Bad guys watching. Pete and Steve are having a laugh in the bathroom about how people are calling him from the whole of his history. "Somebody got two thousand quid off the Sun just for being in school with us!" Steve asks him if he believes yet. Peter apologizes, but gives assent: "The look on your face that night." He asks what it's like, inside Steve's head. Which, I must say, I have a real passion for the way Davies manages to get this across. He did the same thing in Doctor Who a few times, and I always loved it. Sounds easy, describing the whole of existence and knowledge, but I defy you to do it with the elegance or the brevity he does. God knows I can't. "Yeah...there's thinking about normal things, food and telly. Then the whole of creation shoved inside me head. Open a door and it's a furnace burning. The size of it, Pete." Does it hurt? He nods. Pete gets worried. "Last time this happened? Don't laugh. Last time, He died." They look at each other. "Yeah," Steve says. With Pete it's always death, have you noticed? The tombstones...one of the tests we lost in that cutback was Peter's full test: seduction by a demon played by Lynda With A Y! Imagine that!
Back out, Pete bringing the beers, talking about the women begging to sleep with Steve. Fiona is obnoxiously grossed out by the idea. The queer guy is like, "You're a virgin." Does it matter? No, but Steve admits that he is. Jude watches, sad. Peter asks about these women in the past, whom he'd always assumed. Nope. "Thought so!" crows Peter. "Fantastic! You've made my day!" Fiona changes the subject, to Jude's (and I imagine the Son of God's) relief: "What do we call you?" Um, "Steve"? Peter smiles at them. "Not Jesus," she presses. "You're like his brother, so...?" Jude snorts. "I'm asking, all right?" I give points to Fiona for just saying it, you know? Sometimes you need some specifics. Steve tries to explain that it's more like different aspects of the same thing. Jude calls bullshit: "Nice to know you think we're pigshit stupid. What are we sitting here for?" I think she's pissed about unrelated craziness, but also: the problem with Fiona's zeroing in on the weirdest stuff to deal with, because she's horrible, added to the sex stuff, and she can't really be blamed. "I need you with me," says Steve. To everybody, but not really. "Nobody's saying so -- nobody wants to admit I'm real, but..." He starts talking about how badly he needs his support system: "Next three days, I have to be in Washington, Rome..." Peter grins and yells that nobody ever comes to Manchester. "Tell London to go to hell they can come here." I love Peter. It's a civics opportunity! He should be in the Chamber of Commerce!