Truth or Dare Page #5

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What, you think I'm gonna tell on you?

Luke, Luke, look at me, look at me.

I don't care

how many people you've killed, okay?

As long as it's not me, and as long as

it's not Paul. Now come on, cut us free.

Have you enjoyed what you've seen?

I hope you're satisfied!

I know...

I know I let you down.

I should have stepped in

when Chris went for you but this...

You could have talked to me.

I'd listened.

What is it?

I saved him.

Cut him down.

Would've been better to let him die.

His brother's gone crazy.

We need to call the police.

Got no oxygen going to his brain, see...

'cause of the rope.

Half of it died away.

Now it don't hardly work no more.

Better off dead, I reckon.

I need to call the police.

Master Justin said

he didn't need no help, cocking bugger.

Step away from the bed.

You look after him, right?

That's your job. To keep him alive.

So, if you just put the gun on the bed,

and leave the room,

you'll just be doing your job, right?

Please...

just go.

I need a phone, Felix.

Good boy.

Sh*t.

Justin can help me.

- He says his family will protect me.

- And you believe him?

He's an army man.

Loyalty means a lot to him.

Excuse me, Luke, in case

you hadn't noticed, he's demented!

He's obsessed with a f***ing postcard!

And you're on the list, remember?

You are one of the scratched-out faces.

When he's finished us off, Luke,

you're going to be the only one left.

You sent it.

You sent the f***ing postcard.

- Shut up.

- Luke, for f***'s sake! Why?

I don't know!

I was with Jonesy, and we were just

looking Felix up on the net,

just a something to do.

And his family was so stinking rich.

They just wound me up!

People like me have to duck and die, for

these blue-blood types have got it all!

It was just a laugh, you know?

A little note to remind him

that he wasn't so important after all!

Not that he felt that way,

as it turns out.

- You utter prick.

- Oh, it was just a postcard!

How was I supposed to know

he'd bloody kill himself?

You couldn't have known.

He must have been unstable...

like his brother.

It wasn't your fault.

See?

- Did you do that?

- Let go of me.

- Truth! Did you do that to him?

- He did it to himself.

I sat by him for days, weeks.

I knew that he was still alive inside.

I knew that he'd be ashamed

of what he did, ashamed of his weakness.

I knew that he'll tell me who's to blame

Imagine being like Felix...

paralysed, powerless!

You'd hurt whoever you could!

You wanted Felix to name names.

We were the last people to piss him off.

But it doesn't justify his suicide.

And it doesn't justify this revenge.

Perhaps you're right.

But it's a bit late now.

She's a pretty girl.

I can see why you liked her.

Just one kiss

and then we'll go and join the others.

What would you do without me?

Luke.

Lukey.

I'm dying, mate.

I'm dying.

Just don't know that.

I've got holes in me. I'm losing blood.

It's not rocket science.

I need a doctor...

or I'm dead.

One call, Luke.

Give me one phone call, that's all I ask

Just...

just to give me a fighting chance.

I'm begging you.

That's it.

What're you doing?

Luke, focus.

We need... we need a phone, Luke.

Luke!

Sorry, man. Sorry.

This'll ease the pain.

- Get away from me, you f***ing coward!

- I'm trying to help!

Luke.

Give me some.

What have you ever done for me?

Everyone knows I'm a b*tch, Luke.

You can't tell me I'm not paying for it.

What do you want?

Coke, speed, anything.

You might as well have the good stuff.

F*** you!

F*** you!

F*** you!

Leave me.

Just get away from here.

Get help.

Get help.

Paul, Paul, Paul...

Stop being so bloody noble, okay?

F***!

Help me, please!

Make an effort, Paul, please!

Hey, Mr. Gimp.

Hey, Mr. Gimp.

Still got one bullet left, soldier boy.

Use it.

Good idea.

You're magnificent.

I'm not finished yet.

Let's just go.

I want a word with Felix first.

He's crippled now.

He's bloody paralysed. Just let him be.

- Wait in the car, Paul. I won't be long

- No, no.

Just go, please.

Truth or Dare, Mr. Gimp?

Sorry, what was that?

- I can't hear you.

- Leave him alone.

Shut your trap, ugly!

Gemma.

Gemma.

Oh, no.

This is all your fault. Think about it.

When exactly

did Felix string himself up?

The night after the party?

No.

The night before

his big brother came home.

Truth, Felix...

Who were you afraid of?

Who made you so f***ing scared

that you'd rather die?

Than have him find out what happened.

Show me with your eyes, Felix.

Show him.

What's this about, brother?

It was meant to be a f***ing joke.

A little prank...

to teach my lazy arse boyfriend a lesson

I was drunk, Felix was willing.

A little too willing.

That's what this is about.

Isn't it?

He hanged himself!

My dad's company went down the pan

a few months ago.

Not that you'd give a toss, Justin.

But I thought that just maybe

the Hautbois family could help out.

I sent Felix an email...

very polite...

wondering if, uh,

he could talk to his family about

refloating my dad's company.

An investment to be clear.

Not a f***ing handout!

That said...

I did remind him...

of the night we shared together.

And how

it would be a tad embarrassing if, uh...

well, if anyone found out about it.

Which is technically blackmail,

I suppose, but whatever.

I filmed it.

You see?

Suck it.

I think we can all agree.

That the truth hurts.

Here.

This will help with the pain.

Thanks for the party, guys.

She's dead.

Get lost, you bloody queer!

Oops.

We're done here.

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