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- Come on, Jill. Jill, come with me.

Ohh! I'm gonna be sick.

OK, I'm sorry.

I thought it was a welcome gift.

- From who?

- I don't know. George.

George wouldn't bring a pie.

It could have been sitting here

for months. Look at this place.

I cooked it for the full hour!

- It had instructions on it?

- No, but it's a pie.

You don't cook every pie for an hour.

- Do you think I undercooked it?

- F***ing hell!

Yeah, OK. Look, it's gone.

I'm throwing the pie in the bin.

Oh, right, that makes me feel better.

- Night, sweetie.

- Good night.

- Oh! Sh*t!

Hello.

Hello!

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

What's the matter? What's going on?

There was a man at my window.

- What happened?

- I saw someone. Where's my inhaler?

- What's going on?

- Jill saw someone.

- Who?

- What did he look like?

- He had a mask.

- Have you been at my mushrooms?

- Is there anything to calm her down?

- I'll check my bag.

- Did you see anyone?

- No.

- What do you think?

- You're the boss, you think.

- Perhaps you were dreaming.

- I wasn't dreaming. Look at me!

His face was covered in a mask!

I was not dreaming!

I found some Kalms. They're herbal.

Come on. There's no one here.

Come on!

It was probably just some locals

messing around.

Looking through a window one storey

up? We need to get out of here.

- Yeah, I'm leaving.

- I'm going with her.

- No one is going anywhere.

- What did you find?

There are wooden structures,

but they're not near the window.

- There. See?

- This is what's gonna happen.

Tomorrow, we go to the top of

the hill, try and get a signal.

Get somebody to pick us up,

take us back.

- Go on, my son.

- Great idea.

That is not a great idea. Leave, and

you won't have a job to come back to.

- I don't care. Count me in.

- Yeah, I'm with her.

- I'm sorry, but he's right.

- Should I make some tea?

Er, alright, listen.

Jill, I want you to sleep on it.

Then, in the morning,

if you still feel the same way,

well, then I'll come up with a plan.

I feel the same way.

OK, er, listen up, everyone.

Er, Billy, get over here. Come on.

Er, I've made a decision.

We're going to sit tight.

We...

We sit tight while,

Harris, I want you and Jill

to go up the hill...

...to go up the hill and, erm,

see if you can get a phone signal.

Erm, get the coach driver

to come and pick us up.

Oh, sweet.

I've made this decision purely

because of the, er, food situation.

And... And it is conditional.

While they're gone, the rest of us

will do a little team building.

Yes!

Nice one.

Excuse me. Hiya. I just want

to make it really clear,

before we begin, that paintballing

is about teamwork, right?

So no Rambos.

I repeat, absolutely no Rambos.

OK!

- Hey, how's your project going?

- Pretty good, thanks.

What are these things?

Humane landmines, right?

They're not landmines.

They're immobilisation units.

Right. And they do what,

they sort of grab you, yeah?

They pin you to the floor.

They don't blow children's legs off.

- They're humane.

- They're a hard sell.

I don't understand why,

in the 21 st century,

we create such sick weapons.

The guillotine seems humane.

- There's nothing humane about it.

- At least it's instantaneous.

There's nothing instantaneous

about it.

When your head's chopped off, your

brain can think for three minutes.

You're saying you're aware

that your head's cut off?

When Marie Antoinette

had her head chopped off

she felt it hit the basket. She saw

blood pumping out of her own stump.

- That's not true.

- It is 100 percent biological fact.

- Think he crashed?

- I don't know.

- Oh, my God!

- We've got to get the others.

We can't just leave him here!

Can we?

I'm not saying

that I fancy anyone in particular.

But if I did like someone, I wouldn't

know the best way to approach them.

- Dating's complicated in England.

- English birds ain't complicated.

Buy 'em a Bacardi Breezer and

they'll ride you like Sea Biscuit.

Yeah? But what if she's not English?

What if she's, erm...

French or Spanish or, erm...

...American?

- Maggie?

- Yeah.

So what do you think?

I think you've got more chance of

getting sh*t out of a rocking horse.

- Yeah, that's what I thought.

Come on, I got you!

Get up, you cheating bastard.

See, all this Maggie stuff,

it's cos your bird left you.

It's cos your plums

are backing up.

It's driving you nuts.

It's confusing you,

making you think you love her.

You're right.

Anyway, I think she likes you.

- What're you talking about?

- Go, go, go!

Hiya, sexy.

We won. You're dead.

The bullet missed my vital organs.

I survived. It's a miracle.

- Here we go.

- Safeties off.

Here comes the ref.

Right. Oh, you really got into that.

It was brilliant.

We bent a few rules here and there.

Steve shot Richard and he didn't die.

- No one shot me.

- We shot someone.

Well, I think someone,

and I'm not pointing any fingers,

has been wiping off paint. And it

does clearly state in the rules...

This is total war.

There are no rules.

Ow!

Stop! Stop! Stop it! Stop!

That is really dangerous!

Get one of those in your eye,

it could pop like a ping-pong ball.

It's not funny. That hurts.

I expect more from some of you.

Gordon, you've got to be still.

Steve, get on the other side. Quick!

- Be still.

- Get it off!

- You have to stop moving.

Pull your leg out.

- Now! Pull it now!

- Pull your leg out now!

Now!

- You f***ing idiot!

- Alright, for f***'s sake!

We'll get you out.

Pull it out! Pull it out now!

Pull it!

- God! OK, Gordon...

Sh*t!

We gotta stop the bleeding.

Billy, give me your belt.

You're gonna be OK.

You have to calm down, Gordon!

Calm down!

We're gonna stop the bleeding.

They're everywhere.

What the f***'s going on here?

Billy, hold his hand!

- Can you help me?

- What are you doing?

- Richard, help me hold him!

Steve!

We're gonna be OK.

- Alright, people, get on the coach.

- Stop! Don't move!

- What the f*** happened?

- Bear traps everywhere.

Someone killed the driver.

- The driver's dead?

- Just get on the coach.

- Somebody help us, please!

- What are we gonna do?

- He could be watching us.

- You're not helping!

- What do we do with his leg?

- We need to keep it cold.

- There's a fridge on the coach.

- That's great, thank you.

Oh, you're shitting me!

Ohh!

Come on!

- Come on!

- Alright! Alright! For f***'s sake!

- Faster!

- It's going as fast as it can.

I need to cover his leg.

Harris, slow down.

I think you're going too fast.

Someone give me something

to cover his leg, for f***'s sake!

Sh*t!

Jill?

Oh, sh*t!

I think I've broken my arm.

Billy.

Jill?

We've got to head back to the lodge.

We've got to find Jill.

Jill!

Jill!

Keep your voice down.

Someone's killed Harris. Who's to say

he didn't kill Jill as well?

Now, we head back to the lodge

and we lock ourselves in till morning

and then we walk.

Where?

- I don't know.

- I'm glad we got that sorted!

Hey! Unless you have a better idea,

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