- Sylvia!
- That bloody bike!
I told him, I told him it was trouble!
- Is he hurt?
- Nothing but a cut on his hand.
- (sighs) Well that's good, isn't it?
- Ernie's asking all sorts of questions.
- We should tell Bonnie.
- Will said don't.
He said don't tell her.
- Well she's going to find out eventually.
- Where are you going?
- Police station.
- Will said to stay with Ernie.
- I won't have him sitting there on his own.
- Geordie is with him.
He won't let anything bad happen.
- Won't let anything bad happen to who?
- Bed, Ernest Evans!
- Is it Will?
Is he all right?
- Of course!
- Then why are you all whispering?
- Well, we were just-- - Discussing Dickens.
- Sowing his wild oats.
- Exactly.
(laughs) - Will's really fine?
- As fine as fine can be.
Come on.
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