Anyway, they get into Graham's car and leave a pile of porn magazines spread out in the back window. Hazel goes inside the store, finds Mrs. Fletcher and brings her outside to the car, complaining that children could have been walking by and seen such a sick display. Mrs. Fletcher frowns, obviously recognizing Graham's car, then thanks Hazel for her help goes back inside. The next thing we see is Mrs. Fletcher walking down the hall, closely followed by Vince and Graham, as she tells them that there's only one job and it's just a shame they both couldn't have succeeded in winning it. Vince turns away, then walks over to the balcony to look down on Rosalie and Marcie, who search his face for some indication of how things went. Vince stares at them blankly, then raises his fists in victory, punching the air. Rosalie and Marcie start dancing around, grabbing an elderly customer and celebrating Vince's promotion.
That night, Vince, Stuart and Nathan are having a drink when Stuart floats the idea of them all having a threesome. Yeah, that suggestion always comes out when I go down the pub with my friends. ["I had to stop going to pubs for exactly that reason." -- Wing Chun] Nathan says he's up for it, and Stuart looks to Vince, saying he thinks this would be the perfect threesome. "I'd rather have a wank," Vince says dryly. "See, that's the problem with Vince," Stuart tells Nathan. "He doesn't want sex -- he wants a wife." Nathan and Stuart dissolve into giggles, and Vince says defensively, "Whoever ends up with me is a very lucky man." "God help him," Stuart cracks, raising his glass. "What's all this in aid of?" Vince wonders, obviously a bit hurt. "Well you're not exactly a good catch or anything, are you?" asks Stuart. "And I suppose you are?" Vince shoots back. "Well nobody's gonna catch me," Stuart smiles, then asks Nathan how many men he's been with so far. Nathan says it must be about seven, and Stuart brags that he must have had about two thousand and seven. "Yeah? Well that means I've got two thousand to go. How many have you got left?" a grinning Nathan asks pointedly. Stuart, for once, is speechless, but laughs anyway.
At school the next day, Nathan and his classmates are outside a locked classroom, waiting for their teacher to arrive and let them in. Christian Hobbs and another annoying pillock seize the opportunity to start in on Nathan, asking him if he's having his birthday party on Canal Street. "I've seen him," Christian says. "That's where he goes with all his little queer friends." At this point, Nathan should have asked him what the fuck he was doing hanging out in a gay bar, but he doesn't. The other nasty boy says that Nathan's been looking at them in the showers and tossing himself off. "I'd sooner toss myself off a cliff," Nathan retorts. "He's got a stiffy! Look at him!" Christian cries. "Yeah, and you'd know all about that," answers Nathan as the teacher appears to unlock the classroom. "He fancies me! Sir, Nathan Maloney fancies me!" Christian shouts, pointing at Nathan. "He's a poof! Sir, he's a queer!" Nathan looks at his teacher in total disbelief that he's not doing anything or saying anything to stop the abuse. "Look in his handbag, I bet he's got lipstick," Christian says, grabbing his rucksack. "Piss off!" Nathan yells. "Enough of that language!" his teacher snarls. "Me?! What about them?" Nathan demands incredulously. "I said that's enough," the teacher responds.