Speaking of sexual torture, Jonathan -- nasty moustache and all -- is on top of Vince and kissing him passionately. Vince tries to pull Jonathan's leather(ette) trousers down, but is repeatedly rebuffed. Finally, Jonathan tells Vince that he needs to warn him. He explains that, if Vince should ever find himself in Brazil, he would be best advised to sit on a towel, because there are parasites on the beaches that live in the sand and burrow themselves into you. "I mean, you can kill them with this ointment," he says, "but it takes a while." Vince, being less astute than the viewer, still doesn't get it. "So...?" he asks. "So I've got Brazilian beach parasites living in my arse," Jonathan confesses. Talk about killing the mood. After a moment's silence, Jonathan wonders aloud if he should call a taxi.

While Spike does what we can only assume is pre-operative sanitation in the bathroom, Alexander and Dane are trying to pry open all of the windows and desperately searching for an escape route, despite the fact that they're two floors up from the ground. Jeez, who would have guessed that going home with a complete stranger called Spike -- an undertaker with a piercing in every part of his body -- would be less than a good idea? You can't blame the poor lads, surely. Spike emerges from the bathroom and tells the boys, "Let's get on with it. I'm burying a bride and groom at ten." Dane says that he needs to use the bathroom, and Spike advises him to hurry up. Once in the loo, Dane opens up the window and crawls outside. In the front room, Spike is standing before a kneeling Alexander and unzipping his trousers. Alexander spots Dane outside the window, shimmying his way across the building. Dane is trying to tell Alexander to go through the bathroom window, but Alexander's attention is captured by Spike's crotch. He does a double take, then grabs Spike by the arse and pulls him toward his face. Dane promptly loses his grip and falls two floors to the ground below him. It's about time somebody on this show got physically injured; I only wish it was someone who really got on my nerves.

Vince, watching porn and sulking -- something we're quite sure is a time-honoured tradition in his home -- is talking to Stuart's answering machine, moaning about how men are bastards and he had thought that Jonathan could be "the One." Um, yah. While Vince complains and just generally gets on everyone's nerves, Stuart and his two gentleman friends are draped across each other, naked as the day they were born, as they watch the footage of their threesome. "Anyway, I bet you're having a good time," Vince says into Stuart's answerphone before turning over and going to sleep. Quite right, and a risky bet that was, Vince.