Tyrone froze in his seat, nose to nose with the unkempt, leathery bloke whose yellowed teeth reminded him of frost-shifted tombstones. The man’s wee eyes narrowed and he jabbed at Tyrone with a chipped fingernail. “‘T’morrow, three- o’clock. Her place.”
THREE HOURS EARLIER………
Molly absently thumbed through the fatigued-looking daisies in front of Dev’s shop. Dev came out and offered her a couple of bunches to bring to her lunch with Tyrone’s mother, the infamous Jackie Dobbs. I’m too green around here to have much detail on the infamy. But there is infamy. Tyrone joins her, pleased to have found a birthday card. Jackie is apparently living with a flatmate called “Fat Madge”.
Molly and Tyrone arrive at a house for their lunch with Jackie. Jackie, it turns out, has morphed into a new-age Nefertiti with cotton-candy-coloured hair.
She warmly enthuses over Molly’s aura and ushers them inside. Before closing the door, she scans the street nervously. We see that she is being watched, by someone with dodgy-looking hands. Tyrone & Molly are curious who owns the house Jackie is staying in. She is apparently house and cat-sitting. She says she spent the night cuddled up to Fat Madge, and Molly shows her gay-friendliness by noting that she has a kd lang CD. This assumption is quickly dispelled when Jackie scoops up a gorgeous tuxedo-coloured cat – this is Fat Madge.
Despite the Zen peace, crystals and wheat-germ, Tyrone smells a rat. He wants to know if Jackie is okay, and if she’s on drugs. Jackie assures him all is well, hands him a pink quartz as they sit in the house’s lovely garden, telling him to relax.
Molly and Tyrone take Jackie out for lunch. As they sit is a pub, called Bowling Green but missing the letter ‘G’ from the sign, Tyrone is suddenly startled to see a scrawny, scruffy thug peering in the window. He recognizes this as an associate of his dad’s – “Scary Brian.” The sighting has Jackie in a near-frenzy, but she decides she’s safest in the restaurant. Scary Brian enters shortly thereafter. It appears Jackie borrowed 500 pounds from him and took off to Spain. The loan amount has now doubled, to 1,000 pounds. And Jackie has 24 hours to pay up – or else.
John Stape Nouveaux, whom we are supposed to have forgiven for banging a teenager behind his girlfriend’s back, is feeling well chuffed that he’s shared a kiss with Fiz.
At work later, Stape Nouveaux settles comfortably into the ramshackle chair in the cab office. Eileen has decided that Nouveaux gets a second chance in her books, and wants him to spill on the state of the romance. “Auntie Eileen’s all ears.” He divulges that a kiss occurred, and that it’s enough for now. Later, Fiz and Stape run into one another on the street. They are both fairly tongue-tied and the air somewhat charged. If Stape rescues Sunny Jim the biscuit coloured cat I might reconsider my standing opinion of him.
In the Caf, Vernon reminisces with Chesney about the glory days of the Rock Rhythm Rascals. He says they were very nearly The Flying PIckets backup band. Remember this tune?….bada….bada…ba-da-da-da…….
Ches is less than wowed. Maria and Fizz discuss Stape at a corner table. Maria takes a strip off Fiz for being schtewpid enough to consider getting back with Stape (Nouveaux). Maria says it’s awful because Rosie and Stape was real, whereas Carla and Liam was only in her head. (And all over the red velvet flat. And probably on top of the washer).
NOTHIN’ NEW HERE
The Webster family prepares for their vacation, packing and getting into a taxi van. Sally is pissed because Eyeball has gotten Kirk’s Julie to cover for her. Rosie assures her not to worry; Sally’s the third-best machinist. Kevin sports a freshly-shorn haircut and is somehow less-hot. Rosie has been to the factory and been given some pocket money by Eyeball, which Kevin tears up distainfully, while simultaneously slagging off Rosie’s tart makeup. Rosie snorts and calls him Victorian.
Jerry lolls on the couch that evening in a sweaty, greyish heap. It would seem that Theresa’s plan to almost-kill him is in full swing. Earlier that day, the pair of them hung the laundry companionably, until Jerry raised the subject of the flat again as Mel is due home the following day. Theresa doesn’t want to go despite Jerry having the deposit. Now, Jerry is debating whether to ring the doctor of just go to bed. Theresa suggests going to bed (not with her).
Amber and David have swung by the kebab shop and are reliving the super-fun night at whatever-palooza. Tina is jealous and trying not to let on.
Anyone ever notice how the Corrie chicks wear the same pair of earrings all the freakin’ time? Like Janice’s square gold ones. Or Tina’s. Or Becky’s. Just sayin’.