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- I hit my head. I...

- You left me. That's what happened.

That is not a good look, mate.

Leaving a damsel in distress

- ...while you take off like road runner.

- What do you know about me?

Oh, man. Relax.

I'm just messing with you.

I'm... I'm sure you had your reasons.

Yeah. Like being a f***ing p*ssy.

Alright, enough!

All of you.

I have a question for you.

What... common thread

do you think you all share?

I have nothing in common

with these people.

My threads are made of silk.

It doesn't matter what your panties

are made of, Your highness.

You're all spoiled. Emotionally neglected.

Seeking mindless stimulation through

technology, booze, drugs, sex, cars, cash.

You will only discover who you really are

if we take those things away.

But what... what if this is

who we really are? I mean...

Is this what you choose, Thornton?

To be the kind of man that drives his car

through the front window of a Starbucks

and puts an innocent child in hospital

'cause you're too busy texting

to watch where you're going.

Is that what's going to define who you are?

The kid was... he was fine.

You're all here for the same reason.

You're screwed up.

But.. there's hope.

Somewhere in your D.N.A.

is an instinct to survive

and your time here is all about

unearthing that instinct.

Uncovering who you really are

and helping you forge real connections

to the world around you and each other.

You will learn to respect yourselves

and each other.

You will learn to take responsibility

for your own actions.

We're giving you the opportunity to reset.

To start again.

And if you don't keep up,

you will be left behind.

Now. Since this is the last kitchen-cooked

meal that you're gonna have for a week,

eat up.

As long as we continue

to support our emerging artists,

institutions like this

blossom and expand...

Excuse me, Mr. Hartmann.

Joe Franz, "Metro News Journal".

Who let you in?

Northern Core is about to become Hartmann

Global Holdings. That's a big story.

Excuse me just a minute.

I'm curious.

How does a small-time hack like yourself

come across such privileged information?

I have my sources.

And right now they're telling me

the future C.E.O. of Hartmann

Global Holdings just bribed a judge,

to keep his son out of jail.

Careful. There might be no truth to that.

Your share prices go to hell

even on a rumor like that.

Maybe even the entire merger,

if people start digging.

I heard talk that if this thing

falls down, you fall, too.

You may have managed to find

one of my secrets, Mr. Franz...

but rest assured, you do this,

and I'll make it my life's mission

to find all of yours.

I have dozens of litigation lawyers

and private investigators

just waiting to take your pathetic life

and crush it beyond all recognition.

Now run along.

We've analized your finance proposal...

Sorry, Bobby...

It's a pass from Westcom.

You won't get far.

It's a nice morning for escape,

Mr. Hartmann.

It's not a swim I'd try, though.

My name's Croft. Head of security.

This island is 60 miles

from the nearest landfall.

The north Atlantic's a far cry

from Sag Harbor.

I got my own money.

I could pay you to get me out of here.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

I think I'll politely decline that offer.

Now, you get yourself back to bed, son,

and I have no reason

to tell anyone about this.

We'll stage from here, then use

an inflatable to make the landing,

- and climb from there.

- Gonna run into any weather?

Well, shipping forecast shows

an Atlantic swell in 72 hours.

We'll be halfway to Norway by then.

Who else we got?

Couple of ex-marines I worked with,

after you got sent down.

Good men. Work hard.

They've got seven pro guards up there.

It's a bit of work in the dark,

but nothing we can't handle.

This is the one.

We get this done, then we can say

goodbye to working for hire.

Yeah, right. You'll never quit.

You love the heat too much.

It's arranged.

Once the account is routed through

the proxy, the funds will be untraceable.

Told you she's the best.

What's up?

Cat got your tongue?

- What's that?

- It's a database.

It tells you all you need to know

about the little fuckheads up there.

- Where do these people get their money?

- Their fathers steal it...

then they call it free enterprise.

- They never work a day in their lives.

- Rich pricks.

Well, you can let me know what a rich prick

feels like, when you're one, too.

What's the split?

- Ten percent.

- Of what?

One billion dollars.

Think "a thousand million".

If you can't get your head

around a billion.

Biggest f***ing ransom

in the history of the world, my friend.

All right, you're gonna be

outdoors for at least a week,

so choose what you think

you need to survive.

I am not wearing another man's boots.

Go barefoot. That's your choice.

Now would be a very good time to start

thinking about cause and effect.

You choose badly,

you live with the repercussions.

Right.

"Edible flora and fauna of the British

Isles". This is riveting stuff.

Now, familiarize yourselves

with food you can forage.

There's no packed lunches here.

You will eat what you can gather,

trap or kill.

Once your basic supplies

run out, of course.

Uh... I'm not killing anything.

Cause and effect, Miss Tilton.

You're always welcome to go hungry

while the rest of your fellow students eat.

Oh, sweet.

Hey, Herrick. You're a gambler, right?

Depends who's asking.

You wanna bet who's gonna

break rule three first?

You know what I bet?

I bet that mouth of yours

gets you in trouble one day.

Oh, Thornton. It already has, mate.

Why do you think I'm here?

Take it easy.

Hey, Kyle.

You oughta grab hold of one of these,

just... since you decided to stay.

My father did not send me here

to be a beast of burden.

Why did he send you here, then, Fayed?

Other than to bore us all

with your royal bullshit.

You know, I feel sorry for you, Marsac.

- Oh?

- Growing up without any parents.

No one to teach you

to respect your superiors.

That's a lesson you must've missed.

I'll teach you now, shall I mate, uh?

That's enough.

Rule number four, no fighting.

Let's get started.

Alright. Mr. Herrick.

Let's have you on, please.

- Go, Herrick.

- Hell, yeah.

Ready for some magic.

Nothing like added bounce.

Alright, ladies.

Go in together, strength in numbers.

Here we go, please.

Nice and easy.

Nice bit of synchronized footwork.

- Miss Tilton.

- Just be careful, all right?

Okay, let's see it. Come on.

Years of ballet training.

Very nimble.

- Show us what you got.

- Oh, I will.

I'll show you boys how it's really done.

Well, that's something.

Yeah, lovely. Very nice.

Copied me, obviously.

Alright, who have we got next?

Mr. Hartmann. Looking a bit pale.

- Hey, Marsac. Four to one he bottles it.

- Yeah, alright, I'll take that.

You're doing great, Hartmann.

Nice and calm.

Looks like he has jelly legs.

Nothing like pure, unadulterated fear

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