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All for one and one for all!
Fiona. Will!
We haven't seen you for a while. How's Ned?
Who? Oh, uh--
He's a load of crap. Doesn't exist.
Yeah. I made him up. You made him up?
Yeah, to meet women. You're sick.
Yeah. Fiona, I've gotta talk to you.
go ahead. No. You know, properly talk to you. Privately.
No. This is, uh-- This is a circle of truth.
Whatever you have to say, you can say it in front of everybody.
Okay. Um--
Please don't try and commit suicide again.
I can't believe you just said that. That is my private experience.
That's the thing, isn't it? It's not, because Marcus is worried about you...
and I'm worried about Marcus because he's worried about you.
I don't have plans to commit suicide.
You don't? Not at the moment, no.
Great. Great.
Good. Will, you know I'm not attracted to you, right?
Huh? What are you on about now? What are you, nuts?
All right. Wrong word completely.
But that's, you know, something that we should talk about a bit.
This crying-in-the-morning thing, this depression.
Let's get that fixed.
That's what men think, isn't it? What?
Oh, that unless you've got the answer...
unless you can say, "I know this bloke on the Essex Road that can fix that, "
then there's no point bothering.
No.
Well, yeah, okay. I'd love to know the name of the bloke on Essex Road...
because I've got a feeling I'd-I'd be useless, but--
Will, you're not useless. You're--
Well, you're here, and that matters.
Right.