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Right, uh, thanks.

You'll have to walk.

The track's too rough for city cars.

Oh, okay.

"Welcome to the country, folks."

- Is it just me or is this a bit spooky?

- It's just you, p*ssy.

- What's that?

- Do it!

It looks firm enough

if we walk on the edge there.

- Uh, sod that, you're carrying me.

- What?

Shoes, 300 quid, come on.

Down you go.

Spoken like a true lady.

Paul, be careful! Luke, my shoes!

Quickly, before they fall in the mud!

- Oh, my goodness!

- Ugh... elegance. Elegance!

Hop on.

Right, here we go.

So...

How've you been?

Good.

Great, actually.

- You?

- Okay.

Course has definitely been an eye-opener

Really?

Yeah, you meet all these

different kinds of people.

I mean, most of 'em work their arses off

to get what we just take for granted.

Makes you realise you're not

quite as special as you once thought.

Bloody hell, Chris,

that was bordering on self-deprecation.

Is it working?

You haven't changed at all, have you?

- What's the matter?

- Not funny...

Great.

Hi.

- I'm Justin.

- Ding dong.

- Felix's brother.

- Hi.

Sorry about the mud.

- Hi, I'm Gemma.

- Nice to meet you.

I'm Chris. All right, mate.

Right, um...

To explain,

there's been a bit of a cock-up.

Uh, Felix was due back yesterday,

but he ended up getting stuck abroad.

- In Chile, of all places.

- Chile?

Y-Yes, I know, it's bizarre. Uh, he's

been volunteering on a hospital project,

having a fantastic time, by all accounts

The birthday bash

was meant to be a surprise, and...

well, then, his flight got cancelled.

I've been ringing around

putting people off,

but I haven't done a very good job of it

evidently.

So, there's no party?

I'm really sorry.

But look, there-there's plenty to drink,

plenty to eat, um, places to crash.

Youre more than welcome to hang out here

tonight, in fact I hope that you will.

I know that Felix would approve.

Come on, uh, let's do this.

Uh, Luke, it is, uh, Luke, right?

Yeah, that's right.

Grand. Grab six glasses, my friend.

I'm cracking open the bubbly.

Let's have a party, then.

- He is horny.

- He's okay.

Look at him. He's like a cage fighter,

all wiry and feral.

- And rich too, don't forget.

- Ah... he's perfect.

If only he wasn't talking

to your boyfriend.

What boyfriend?

You do actually love Paul, don't you?

Honey, right now,

I can't even remember his name.

So what do you do, Justin?

- I'm an Army man.

- Wow, respect.

- Seen any combat?

- Afghanistan.

Three tours. Can't seem to get enough

of the blood and dust.

So you're with Eleanor, right?

For my sins, yes. Though, I'm not...

I'm not convinced it's going anywhere.

- And we've done it but considering I...

- Are you and Gemma an item?

- got back...

- Why? You interested?

No. No, she's not my type.

She's right up Felix's street though.

Yeah, right.

What's the joke?

You think she's too good for him?

Well, he made a move at the end of

summer term. Didn't work out too well.

- Nitrous?

- Yes, please.

No. More booze for me.

Seems all right?

"Seems" being the operative word, mate.

This will cheer you up.

Shame Felix can't be here,

he's always talking about you guys.

Really?

Yeah. I mean, you're his friends, right?

Yes, we are his very, very,

very good friends, aren't we?

Good old Mr. Felix.

So, tell us about Chile.

Musta been a big decision.

Uh, the family thought it would

do him good. Toughen him up finally.

Make him big and strong

like his big brother.

Oh, my God. You have to feel this.

It's like a rock, Gemma.

You'll have to excuse her.

- She isn't house-trained.

- No, seriously, come on, have a big...

- I'm so sorry.

- That's all right.

I'll sort it out.

My God.

Go on.

Oh, sorry.

Hi, there.

You've got a lot of scars.

I've been in a lot of scrapes.

What about that one?

That was teenage experiment.

Wanted to see if I could take the pain.

And could you?

Comfortably.

We're gonna do some balloons.

I've got a better idea.

Truth or Dare?

Dare.

Any suggestions?

I think we need to

sex this party up a bit.

- What do you think, boys?

- Yes.

I can do sexy.

Eleanor...

I dare you...

to give Gemma...

a long...

hot, wet kiss on the mouth.

- Tongues?

- Absolutely.

Excuse me, do I get a say in this?

- No, no, no, no, no...

- Rules of the game, babe.

Oh, yeah, I've still got it.

And I hope you're not

expecting me and Chris to do that.

We don't need any of that queer sh*t.

Yeah, that-that-that's what I'm saying.

I get enough of that in the army.

Okay, stop being weird

and spin the bloody bottle.

Truth or Dare, Gemma?

Um... I don't know, truth.

Will you take me back?

- This is not the time.

- It's the perfect time. Truth, Gemma.

- I love you.

- Oh, sh*t, Chris.

Give me another chance.

You know you want to.

No! Sorry.

Serious buzzkill, Chris.

- I say the moment's passed, mate.

- Yeah.

I choose truth.

- Felix isn't in Chile.

- So...

where is he?

Well, what happened was

that he hung himself.

What?

He hung himself.

Right here, from that crossbeam there.

- Is this a joke, mate?

- No joke, mate.

It's what happened.

I'm in Afghanistan

stewing in sweat and fear and blood.

And when I get home, my kid brother's

found swinging from the rafters.

The groundsman cut him down.

True story.

But this is terrible.

It's been hushed up, naturally,

Suicide's about as shameful as it gets,

not to menton a f*ggot cop-out.

So why are we here?

I need to get the bottom of it.

Family honour's at stake.

I need to know what happened.

So...

there's no party and it's just us,

and what, this is some sort of set up?

You're his friends.

I thought you might be able to help.

- Come on, Paul. We're going.

- I can't drive. I'm pissed.

There was a party

at the end of the summer term.

I think something

might have happened there.

He topped himself, mate.

It's sad but it happens.

I don't see what we can do about it.

And you shouldn't have got us

to come here under false pretenses.

That's just out of order.

This was in his pocket.

Did any of you send it?

This is the key.

This is what drove him to it.

"Truth or Dare, b*tch!"

What does this mean?

I mean, you're his friends,

you must have some idea.

I've heard enough of this.

I'm leaving. Who's coming?

- But we can't take the cars.

- Yeah, well, we can take our chances.

I'm not finish yet, Chris.

Well, I am.

Step aside.

I can't do that.

- Oh, my God!

- Just take it easy, take-take it easy.

- Justin, don't!

- Don't what?

Do this?

This is what happens

when people don't follow orders.

Luke, chairs, bring them.

Do it!

Justin, I don't know what it is

you think we've done

but really, you've got this wrong,

all wrong. We haven't done anything.

- You need to stop this.

- Gemma, quiet.

Eleanor! Gemma! Take a seat.

This is it, isn't it?

This is why we're here?

I said take a seat.

Luke!

Their hands. Bind them.

No phone calls, people.

Use some bloody common sense.

Luke, bring over the other chairs.

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