Truth or Dare Page #4

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I don't wanna hurt Gemma.

You don't care who you hurt.

One.

Left.

- I choose the left tap.

- Left tap turning on.

Good call, Chris.

Babe, babe, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, babe, he made me choose.

I suppose

a date's out of the question now.

I'm so sorry. He made me choose,

all right? He just made me.

Round, and round, and round it goes...

where it stops...

nobody knows.

All right.

I'll play.

Truth.

Why us?

Why you?

Why us five? Why did you choose us?

A photograph by Felix's bed.

Five faces scratched out.

- Your faces.

- That doesn't prove anything.

- F***ing hell, a photograph.

- It was good enough for Felix...

it's good enough for me.

The fair Eleanor.

Truth.

Who do you think

should take the test next?

No one. No one should.

You have to choose a friend,

or take the test yourself.

- Who're you gonna choose?

- F*** you!

Chris!

- I'm so sorry.

- Now that wasn't so hard, was it?

Sorry.

I need a drink.

Luke...

please.

Look in the drawer of the workbench.

Find something you can use as a weapon.

Something small enough to hide,

a s-screwdriver maybe.

- He's too fast.

- No, no...not when he spins the bottle.

When he spins the bottles,

he's distracted.

If you can get his gun, this is all over

I don't know, mate.

He's going to kill us, Luke.

And when he's killed us, he'll kill you.

Didja get that? He'll kill you.

Chris...

shall we?

It was me.

I sent the postcard. I confess.

You were in Spain.

I wrote it before I left.

I got my mum to send it, as an alibi.

E-Eleanor was right.

It was me.

I'm sorry, Chris.

You convinced me the first time around

someone else is going to have to own up.

For f***'s sake, somebody please!

- Come on, don't go all gay on me.

- F***'s sake.

- Please, no!

- Man up, fella.

Do you want the truth, Justin?

Your brother was a creep.

- No, that's not true!

- Yes, it bloody is! A creep!

A weirdo, all twitchy and desperate.

- I thought you were his friends.

- He didn't have any friends.

No one liked him.

None of us.

So you just watched

while Chris pushed him around?

I didn't see the fight.

But I saw Felix.

He was upstairs in the bedroom.

Eleanor was going down on me and...

- Felix was watching us.

- What?

I was getting a blowj*b and Felix was

standing in the doorway staring at me,

with my dick out.

I told him to get lost, naturally.

"Get lost, you bloody queer!"

were my exact words, I believe.

Are you saying my brother's queer?

Are you saying

that my brother is a f*ggot?

I'm saying I don't know who sent

that postcard, and I don't f***ing care!

None of us cares...

about Felix.

We just came for the free booze.

- Left or right, Paul?

- Go f*** yourself!

Left or right?

- Left.

- Left it is.

Bastard!

No!

You bastard.

Paul was right.

We weren't Felix's friends, not properly

But I did speak to him on the night

of the party and he was gentle, Justin.

He was vulnerable and lonely,

but he had a kind soul.

He wouldn't want this.

You didn't know him at all.

He wouldn't want this cruelty.

I'm sure of it.

Perhaps you're right.

I'll accept part of what you say.

Felix was flawed...

crippled, even.

But we came from the same line.

We were forged in the same fire.

This weakness

was not what he was made of.

All this is in his name.

But if he was watching,

he'd be sickened by it.

We are a proud family, Gemma.

People like you can't understand that.

Shame drove him to do what he did.

And pride demands payment

for that slight.

His pride, my pride.

- Please.

- Enough talk.

Time to play the game.

Hello.

Hello-ah.

Friend of yours?

It's Jonesy, open up!

Get rid of him.

I'll be listening.

Luke, Luke, what's going on?

I've been calling you for hours.

- Sorry, man.

- Not a sound, people.

Thought it's gonna be some

country house megabash.

No, it's a total wipeout.

No one here. Just a few losers.

- Well, I may as well come and say hi.

- Seriously, you don't wanna go in there

Seriously, I do.

I've been on the road three hours.

treading through this mud,

to follow your f***ing GPS.

Plus, I've got a shitload of gear that

I'm supposed to be shifting tonight.

Can't let you in, mate.

It's a private party.

Is this some kinda wind-up.

What's going on, Luke?

N-Nothing.

- Are you standing me?

- No.

That's it, isn't it? You're busy selling

your gear, so you don't need mine.

You've got it all wrong, mate.

- Shh, it's fine, fine.

Let's call the boss,

see what he thinks, shall we?

For-for f***'s sake, Jonesy.

Just, this sh*t doesn't grow on trees.

You know what it's like.

I'm on hold on your tip-off...

Just go away, just go!

I was just explaining

about the private party.

This isn't... Not a problem... Get a cab

Be careful.

Why don't you join us?

I wouldn't wanna intrude.

Maybe, uh, maybe another time.

- Guide me.

- Swivel round and rock back.

Yeah, that's it. Okay.

Come inside, I insist.

Quick, come on. You can do it, come on.

Just go for it! Gem!

F***!

Let's see how you like it.

No!

Gem, listen to me. Focus.

There's a saw. Feel with your fingertips

I can't reach it.

- Don't kill him!

- Can't just let him live, can I?

- Please!

- Weakness, Luke! Weakness!

Gem...

come on, you can do it.

Reach.

Tell you what...

three bullets left.

If he lives...

I'll let him go.

- You want me to sh-shoot him?

- Wake up, Luke!

I'm giving you the chance to save him,

or you can point the gun at me,

but you'll only get one chance,

and if there's no bullet...

well...

it's all over for you.

- Please, please don't shoot me. Please.

- It's not up to me, sunshine.

Decision time, Luke. Me or the fag?

Either way, it's 50-50.

Time to pick a side.

Five seconds...

Four...

- No!

- Three...

Two...

- One.

- Please don't, please, Luke, Luke...

- No, Gem, Gem, run, run.

- But what about you and Paul?

There's no time. Gemma, run, please, go!

F***.

She could... s-she could've cut us free.

Tools, weapons. We-we could have fought.

We could have run away.

You can't run anywhere, babe.

You did well, Luke.

You showed guts.

Oh, you keep it. You're in

the family now. I trust you with it.

- What if someone finds out?

- Trust me, Luke.

We're some distance above the law.

Once this is all over...

we can just disappear.

Lie low while my father's people

deal with these loose ends.

Your father knows about this?

This whole business has shamed him

more than anyone else.

My duty was clear. Restore family honour

by any means necessary.

- What?

- I knew he had my back.

He doesn't want to lose another son.

Did you send the postcard, El?

No.

- Did you?

- No.

Glad we got that cleared up.

This is the last leg.

You're almost there.

I need you to be strong.

Can I count on you, Luke?

Yes.

Paul.

Hmm?

I think my hands are nearly free.

Guard them!

Hello.

Hello.

Oh, my God.

Felix.

- Cut us free, Luke.

- I don't think so.

What? Just do it, you little turd.

- I killed Jonesy.

- And what, hey?

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