'You wanted t'learn to drive, luv!' he calls out, over the scream of the engine and the radio that's blaring (it's also fitted with what appears to be an actual telephone - cutting edge in 1973, that radio).

'This is 'ow you do it!'

It's a drive that lasts about ten minutes. Sam doesn't live that far away but he took a slightly longer route so he could show off the motor a bit. First rule of teaching, show don't tell!

'Come on. Out.

...Kate. Isn' it? Kate.'

He's squealed to a stop outside a grubby looking builing, all red brick and bits of concrete and dirty windows. He flings himself again (out of the car this time; Gene does tend to move in dramatic ways) and heads over to the front door. It opens with little more than a push and he's barrelling down a dirty hallway, up some stairs and to the end of a hallway. He doesn't check to see if she's following because...well, she may be fit but he's not going to slobber all over her and he'd rather just get to the bottom of this.

'Tyler. Tyler! You awake? Get your 'and off your knob, I got a lady wi' me.'

Without waiting for a reply, he simply applies his shoulder to the door, shoving it open and splintering the wood around the lock. (Again.)