Sitting in his office, Vince fingers Cameron's card, debating whether or not he should ring him. Rosalie Cotter sticks her head in the door and asks him if he'd like to come to the pub with everyone after work, for a co-worker's-leaving do. Vince tells her that he might be busy, and Rosalie wonders aloud if it's a date. "Um, might be," Vince says. Looking a bit hurt, Rosalie nonetheless tells him to have a good time, and that if he doesn't go on his date, they'll all be in The Feathers at 7 PM. After she leaves, Vince finally dials Cameron's number.
Stuart, meanwhile, has emerged from Romey and Lisa's with his testicles still intact, and is standing in front of Marie's front door with a huge bouquet of flowers. He rings the bell, she answers the door and then slams it in his face. After the second ring, she lets him in. "Is this what you do on Saturday, just call 'round and apologise for the week?" Well, it's definitely what he should be doing on Saturdays, but I think it's safe to say that Stuart rarely utters an apology. He reminds Marie that he did leave a message. Her face softens and she admits that the child-minder is really bad about taking messages. Stuart tells her to get an answering machine, and Marie reminds him that her husband took it with him when he left. "Here, buy a new one," Stuart says, getting out his chequebook. Marie says that the car needs servicing as well, because the clutch is playing up, and that one of her sons wants new software. "We'll call it five hundred, then," Stuart tells her, just a wee bit irritated. "Oh, and Mum and Dad are getting divorced," Marie adds, almost as an afterthought. "Yeah, yeah, funny joke," Stuart says, signing the cheque. "And you've been to see them, have you?" she asks, clearly annoyed. "You've driven all of ten miles to go and see them? Of course they don't tell you, they don't tell golden boy. Me, I get it all." Stuart, suddenly taking her seriously, asks Marie what they've said to her. "'Course, you could just write a cheque, 'cos that makes everything all right, doesn't it?" Marie snipes, which is a much more pissy attitude than I would take with somebody who'd just written me a cheque for £500. "If you don't believe me, go and see them," she says, taking the cheque from Stuart. "I'll draw you a map."