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So what then?

We keep playing by

his rules, we keep

listening to what he says,

expecting him to play fair.

I'm done playing fair!

Yeah, that's just

what he wants.

So I guess he wins then.

Hello, ladies and gentlemen,

and welcome to round two,

the illustrious bonus round.

This round will be

the most fun yet.

And even though our

favorite contender, Charlie,

seems to have

developed some

resistance to the injection,

I've created a game even that

tool box can fully enjoy.

Now, you've seen

your coffins?

If not, take a moment,

Now, on the opposite wall,

you can see our party guests.

An honors high

school student,

a mother and a gentleman

who works at the hospital.

Now for the fun part.

Now, this game

is the simplest yet.

And you know

how I love simple.

The gun on the table

has three rounds.

For each one of you that

shoots themselves in ther

respective coffins,

You have 60 seconds

to decide, then the

bonus round will expire.

And above all,

have fun!

John, don't! John!

Don't, John!

Just don't look, Jill.

No, Charge,

come on, man.

Jesus Christ, Charge.

Shut up, Ben.

Don't let...

Don't let him win.

Listen, you can't

let him win.

I'm not.

John!

You never

disappoint for an

entertaining evening!

Excellent job, man!

Go f*** yourself!

Oh, well. Anyway,

you all look like you

could use a drink.

Make your way over to the bar

for round three.

Hey.

You okay?

I shot three innocent people

in the head.

Not doing so good.

We could have done

something else, John.

We could have...

We could have what?

Couldn't risk either

of you falling for

his game in there.

Jill, he was going to

kill those people

no matter what, okay?

At least I could make it

quick for them

and save the both of you.

You're just doing

what he wants.

All he wants is for us

to suffer and die.

He doesn't give a sh*t how.

We got four minutes

and 15 seconds left,

let's go.

What do we do?

Nothing.

John's got a plan

whether I like it or not.

There's one thing

Rickshaw will never be

able to manipulate.

What's that?

He never loses.

It's not an ego thing.

He just...

Failure just isn't

an option to him.

What now?

There's no innocents in here.

I think the more

pressing question

will be,

why the three of us

and only two guns?

And now, for round three.

I call this one

the elimination round.

I'm sure by now

you've noticed

the two guns on the table.

And... This one is

my favorite round yet.

It is Cutthroat's

time to shine.

Cutthroat's never been

able to overcome

being a f***ing sidekick.

And now is his

chance for payback.

Behind curtain number on,

we have his sweet sister Emily

Emily, such a sweet girl.

Please help me.

No! No!

Ah, ah, ah, ah!

Cutthroat!

You cheat,

and she goes boom

all over you.

"Emily! Ah!"

You son of a b*tch!

I can only imagine what sweet

nothings are coming out of

your mouth right now.

But, but, but!

Let's keep our composure,

shall we?

Cutthroat, you have 90

seconds to kill either

Charge or Shadow,

it makes no difference to me.

You kill one of them,

your sister lives.

Ben!

The guns on the table

are merely a suggestion.

But feel free to use

whatever means you

want to make your kill.

You have 90 seconds

on the clock.

And, go!

Ben, please!

Ben, don't, okay?

Rickshaw's gonna kill

your sister anyway,

unless we both

figure something out.

What? Like when

you figured out

the bonus round?

No, that was different.

She's my sister.

Ben! Please don't.

I'm sorry.

Stop! I know where

Rickshaw is.

He's here in this town.

We can beat him!

Ben, please help me!

Please, Ben, help!

Ben! Just stop, okay?

Just think!

This is exactly

what Rickshaw wants!

I'm not going to let

you kill my sister.

What?

All you ever did

was put me down

and tell me what to do!

What was I

supposed to do?

You're like a little

brother to me.

I was trying

to protect you.

Maybe I didn't want

a big brother, huh?

You needed one.

Stop! Stop!

This isn't saving

your sister.

Okay? When has

Rickshaw held up

his end of the

bargain tonight?

We can beat him!

But I need your help.

Okay? I need your help!

Your sister

needs your help.

Ben, help me!

You can't f***ing

fix this, God damn it!

There's no way.

We're all going

to die anyway, right?

Thanks,

but no thanks, man.

Drop the knives, Ben.

You got it.

No!

F*** it.

Ben? Ben? Ben, man, I...

Shut up!

Just kill that

son of a b*tch!

Yeah, yeah.

I'm sorry for being a dick,

I was just...

I was just trying to...

I was trying to...

Not your fault.

Not your fault,

I was just jealous.

What?

I just wanted

to be like you.

What are you

talking about?

I wanted to be Charge.

Tell Shadow

I'm sorry about

stabbing her.

Yeah.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Bro, thanks for, um,

last night.

It got bad quick.

Hell, they all knew

how to fight.

Yeah.

But you got

the girl out, right?

Yeah. Yeah, she's cool.

Good.

Good.

You just...

You just got to be

a little more careful,

man, I mean...

What would've happened

tonight if I wasn't there?

Yeah, because you

could've taken them

all by yourself.

No. It's not what

I'm saying, man.

What are you saying?

Just take the extra

second and think

before you just

jump in there.

Yeah, and if I had taken

that extra second,

that girl would be dead!

Sh*t, man!

I'd rather it be

her than you!

What happened to

using what we have

to save people?

You can't save

everybody, man.

Yeah, especially if

you're not trying.

See you tomorrow.

Sh*t.

Does it hurt?

Pain is just

a suggestion.

So how do we beat him?

What?

You told Ben that

we can beat Rickshaw.

Yeah, in theory.

Well, what's

the theory?

Well...

He can see us,

but he can't hear us,

which means

he's probably just

tapped into

the town security cameras

or something.

Remote detonates

the innocents.

The charges are tiny,

almost invisible.

Which suggests that

he's probably not

more than a couple

of miles out.

The repeating static

every four to five

seconds on the TV

is a quirk of a

black market briefcase

broadcast system.

They're small,

they're easy to set up,

but short range.

And all of his

broadcasts are always

clear and sharp.

Which means he's

probably not more

than half a mile out.

I've been marking

down on the map

every time we've ever

seen one of his TVs.

And if I get just

one more of his

broadcast locations,

I can probably

sit down and

triangulate his position

or something.

I don't know.

Than what are

we waiting for?

I don't want to get

anyone else killed.

It's just me.

Why did you always

distance yourself

from me, John?

Distance myself?

I was in love with you.

Why do you think

all I ever did

was train all the time

so I could

fit in with you guys?

So I could just have

an excuse to be around you.

What are you

talking about?

Jill, why do you think

I keep getting older,

but you guys

just stay the same age?

You're not

getting older, John.

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