Truth or Dare Page #3

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Snap to it!

Then collect up their car keys

and their mobile phones.

There's a lock box on the workbench.

Chris...

I know you're waiting, mate.

Picking the right moment.

This is not that moment.

I'm quicker than you and I've got a gun.

And, uh, I absolutely won't miss.

Now, I need you to get up slowly,

and you'll go to that chair, with your

hands behind your back, and sit down.

Can you do that for me?

You don't have to say anything.

Just nod if you're cool.

I just need you...

on that chair.

You brought this...

on yourselves, guys.

But it can all be over very soon.

I just need one of you to own up

to sending the postcard...

- and then we're all done here.

- We don't know who sent the postcard.

- Please, we don't know.

- He doesn't care if we know or not.

He just wants to screw with us.

- Don't you?

- You got a few moments to talk it over.

I'll be outside.

But I'll be watching.

Luke...

with me.

Did you send the postcard, Luke?

No way, man.

I hardly knew your brother.

No offence.

I'm just a "party guy",

I bring the drugs and mix the drinks.

Shallow as fluck, seriously.

They should be thanking you, Luke.

If you hadn't have helped out,

things might have got a bit more...

messy.

You're a good man.

This business with the postcard.

I don't know, maybe you should just...

- let it go.

- I can't do that, mate.

I need answers. You can see that, right?

Yeah, I mean, you're obviously

upset about what happened.

I am upset, Luke.

I'm very upset.

I don't have to play these games.

Of course not.

This is f***ing f***ed up.

It's what you said, Chris.

"Truth or Dare, b*tch!"

It's what you said to Felix!

What are you trying to say?

- That I sent the postcard?

- Well, I know I didn't send it.

You b*tch,

you're gonna set me up, aren't you?

- You're gonna tell him about the fight.

- Calm down, Chris.

- Don't tell me to calm down!

- Chris!

Shut the hell up.

That arsehole is going to get us killed!

He says he didn't send it.

He said, "Truth or Dare, b*tch."

Did you?

It's not a secret. Other people heard.

They could've passed it on.

Yeah, but you're the one that said it.

So what if I said it? Why the f*** would

I write on a postcard for Christ's sake?

- It's because I chucked you, isn't it?

- What?

I said it was 'cause of

the way you treated Felix.

I said that was why I was dumping you.

- Sh*t!

- I didn't send the postcard!

If Chris says he didnt send the postcard

then he didn't send the f***ing postcard

End of discussion.

All of us are in deep sh*t here.

All of us.

Now let's focus

on getting out of here, okay?

Now keep twisting at your tape.

Gaffer's strong but it stretches. One

of us might be able to work a hand free.

So tell me about the party.

- Whatcha wanna know?

- Did you see Felix there?

Yeah, I-I saw him.

Did you talk to him?

Did he seem all right to you?

He was good, you know?

He was fine.

Chris mentioned something with Gemma.

Uh, Felix fancied her.

I told him to go for it, you know.

I said, end of the term, anything goes.

- You think she was out of his league.

- No way!

He just needed to be confident,

'cause that's what the girls like.

Just a bit of confidence.

So you sold him drugs?

It was just a couple of lines,

I swear, I was just trying to help.

That was en error of judgement.

I'm just a "party guy."

Gemma, there's a workbench

just a few feet behind you.

There's a drawer.

There may be some tools we can use.

Okay, I'll try to reach it.

There'll be a phone line as well,

I heard the main house.

Probably a burglar alarm too,

so we need to...

we need to get the police here if we can

Okay, how're you doing? You okay?

Better than you, babe.

I'll be okay.

I'll be okay.

You think

Chris could have sent the postcard?

I don't know.

Maybe.

But really, I-I-I don't know.

Can I count on you, Luke?

Of course.

Might get a little hairy.

I don't want you getting any ideas.

Absolutely not.

I just wanna get through this.

We all do.

Good man.

Luke.

None of us sent the card, Justin.

Seriously...

this hasn't gone too far.

You can just set us free, walk away.

No one will talk.

You have my word.

Here's the deal...

Someone owns up to sending the postcard

- I let you all go.

- And if no one owns up?

- Well then, we play Truth or Dare.

- You're full of sh*t, man.

And we'll see who's full of what.

Truth or Dare, Gemma?

Pick one.

Truth.

Who do you think sent the postcard?

- I don't know.

- I want your honest opinion.

Honestly, I don't know.

Big bastard!

Let's try that again.

In your honest opinion,

who among the people gathered here

do you think is most likely...

to have sent the postcard?

Chris.

Oh... oh, Gem.

I'm sorry,

I didn't know who else to say.

Well, she doesn't know, Justin.

She's saying it because she's scared.

Gemma dumped Chris because of Felix.

- Maybe he wanted revenge.

- That's ridiculous.

While we were driving

you just said you wanted to hit him.

- Yeah, I wanna hit everyone!

- Did you send the postcard?

I did not. F***!

Wait. What was... what was the postmark?

What was the date on the card?

I was in f***ing Spain, you tossers,

three whole weeks.

Paul, Paul, you can vouch for me.

The first week of September I couldn't

go to the lakes because I was in Spain.

He's right, he was in Spain.

You could have got someone

to post it for you.

Oh, Come on.

You could've got your mum to post it. I

don't bloody know. You wanted an alibi.

- Maybe you sent it. You're blaming me..

- Bullshit!

Oh, it's you. You sent it!

Don't listen to him.

Chris, just f***ing admit it!

Enough.

I want a confession.

We'll keep playing until we get one.

Truth or Dare, Chris?

Dare. You f***.

Dare it is. One moment.

Luke, Luke!

- Luke, what the f***?

- Help us.

- I can't, I can't.

- Please.

We used to call this...

the "acid test."

Easy to improvise.

Very, um...

useful for motivating prisoners.

This next part...

isn't terribly pretty, I'm afraid.

Open up.

Open up.

Now, this is much easier...

if you relax.

Just leave her alone, you bastard!

Two containers.

One's tap water.

One's battery acid.

You have to choose.

That's the dare.

No, I'm not going to.

Tell me who sent the postcard.

- I don't f***ing know, all right?

- Chris, I'm going to pick a tap.

If you choose, Gemma's got a 50-50

chance of surviving. If I choose...

she's got absolutely none at all.

Now left...

or right?

- You're a sick man. You're psychotic.

- Oh, come on, tough guy. You can do it.

Pick one.

- You're a f***ing psychopath.

- Who sent the postcard?

If I knew, you really think

I wouldn't tell you. I don't know.

Five seconds, Chris. Five...

Four...

Please, don't hurt her.

Please, she hasn't done anything wro...

Three.

I'll give you a hint. I'm left-handed.

Left-handed, left-handed. Two...

- R-Right. Turn the right tap.

- He's messing with you!

It's up to Chris.

He's saying left

so that you'll pick right.

Maybe it's because

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