As Vince and Hazel reach the town centre, their progress comes to a sudden halt when they come upon a parade of children playing kazoos. It makes a horrible cacophony, prompting Vince to ask, "Who the FUCK invented the kazoo?" Hazel closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to come to terms with the fact that this parade is all that stands between Vince and a future with Stuart. "Sixteen years, you two," she mutters. "Nathan Maloney was just being born," smiles Vince. Hazel sighs again. "Remind me again -- who was it [who] taught you to drive?" Vince asks her. "Stuart Alan Jones, my fortieth birthday," Hazel answers, as if she's suddenly remembering. "And how much did you learn?" Hazel looks serious. "I learned the lot," she responds, kicking the car into gear and driving straight through the parade, bodies flying and cop cars descending. As Hazel is pursued through the streets of Manchester by the police, we see Stuart loading up his Jeep, seemingly taking his time, perhaps waiting on someone. In the meantime, Hazel turns the car down an alleyway, only to be cut off by a reversing lorry. Vince tells the police that he really can't stick around, but the officer, PC Stroud, tells him that neither he nor Hazel are going anywhere. Hazel, whose orange hair, orange skin and orange fleece (what is it with the QaF people and orange?) make her look like a big carrot, tells PC Stroud that if she's going to get locked up, it may as well be worthwhile. "How's that, then?" he asks. Hazel replies by punching him in the face as Vince stands by, dumbfounded. "Run, you daft bastard!" she screams at him, and he does just that.
When Vince rounds the corner to where Stuart is standing by his Jeep, his back to Vince, Stuart says, "Nice try. You're not coming." "I'll do what I like," Vince tells him. "You're not. Cos it'll just be you and me," Stuart says, turning to face him. "Stuart and Vince, and old married couple, not a shag in sight. And I'm not settling down -- ever." Vince smiles. "London's rubbish. Kids go to London," he teases. "Where else?" asks Stuart. Vince then rambles on about how he's been thinking about it for years, and they should just go out, dematerialize, new planet...uh, basically, it's all a bunch of Doctor Who-inspired blathering, so I didn't bother to transcribe it word for word. My notes just say: "V: Blah, blah Doctor Whocakes." Sorry. "Says the supermarket boy," mocks Stuart when Vince finally hushes. "I'm on the run -- from the police," Vince tells him, ripping off his work nametag and tossing it in the gutter. "Don't be so camp," Stuart says. "Watch it," Vince tells him with a smile. "All those dependents of yours," Stuart reminds Vince. "They'll survive." "And I won't?" Stuart asks. Vince steps forward and loses the joking edge to his voice. "You might not," he says seriously. "No passengers, Vince. You let me down, I'll kill you," Stuart threatens. "Not if I kill you first," Vince replies. Stuart smiles at him. "So what are we waiting for?" Vince asks. Stuart continues to smile, pulling his mobile phone from his pocket.