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decision-making in its rawest form.

And there's no better window

into a person's character than

the decisions that they make

and how they make them and how

one applies rationale and ethics

and reason while under duress.

Tonight...

will test your limits.

And ultimately, prove...

whether you deserve our help.

If anyone no longer wishes to

play, now is your opportunity

to leave.

We have cars waiting outside.

Anyone?

Mm-hmm.

All right.

We have a full house.

And so.

Here...

we...

go.

Our man Bevans, ladies and gentlemen.

Did you know he was formerly

an agent with M.I. 5?

Many years ago.

An interrogator.

Is this one of your old toys, Bevans?

It is, sir. Car batteries with

some after-market configurations.

Ah.

What, what the hell is this?

Oh, no, I see where this is going.

Conway?

I knew this was too good to be true.

This is a joke.

You just wanna hurt us.

You people, you're gonna sit

here and you're gonna let this

sick, perverted son of

a b*tch debase you?

Be my guest.

Someone's had a little

too much to drink.

That's right!

That's right, and I'm going home.

No, you've already been

given that chance.

I don't care!

I'm done with this!

Ah, you were warned.

You go to hell, you sick motherf***er!

I would like to go home.

Well, obviously, participation

is no longer voluntary.

I believe we just made

that perfectly clear.

Bevans, shall we?

What's this?

What are we doing?

Cal, you're up first.

So, Cal.

Would you rather...

electrocute yourself or

would you rather

electrocute Amy?

The blue button is for you.

Press the red button if you'd

rather zap Amy.

And you have... 15 seconds to

decide, beginning now.

- W-wait.

- Wait.

Stop, stop, don't push it.

OK, wait, wait, stop.

Don't push the button.

Wait.

Moving on.

You're not serious.

No!

- Oh, no.

- Oh, come on!

Blue is for Linda.

No, no, no, no, no, please!

Amy.

You're next.

Would you rather electrocute

yourself or...

Wait...

Oh!

Take it easy!

We're competing, right?

No timer needed.

Linda.

Linda!

Bevans, is she ready?

Linda.

Can you hear me?

Your turn.

I can't do this.

Well, you have to do it, Linda,

you must make a decision.

It's the game.

Red is for Peter.

I don't think I can do this, either.

All right.

What was that?

Christ.

Would you rather electrocute

yourself, again, or shock Peter?

F***!

Well done, both of you.

Next.

Are you OK?

- Stall 'em.

- Are you OK?

- I can do one more.

- What?

I said stall 'em.

I'm not gonna shock you.

Iris.

What have you seen in the last

believe you don't have to

perform in this round?

Keep... Still.

Much better.

Red is for Iris.

Now, Lucas, what would you rather do?

Red is for Cal.

Iris, would you rather

electrocute yourself, or Cal

for the second time?

You do what you gotta do.

Go.

That's an interesting choice.

Right.

Well done, everyone.

Very well done.

Now...

I'm gonna give you a moment,

all, to compose yourselves

while we prepare for the next round.

Listen, we just need a moment,

some kind of distraction...

If we all move at once,

we can overpower 'em.

It seems like they're all packing,

so that's not much of a plan.

If we can disarm one,

I can shoot... that'll even the

odds pretty f***ing quick.

But what about the doors?

They have us locked in.

I saw a couple of 'em

with sets of keys.

Here comes another set right now.

Hi, everyone.

Game's getting pretty intense

already, right, hmm?

Why are you doing this?

"Why are you doing this?"

You're f***ing crazy.

You know...

You agreed to be here.

You're basically asking my

family for a handout.

The least you could do, pig, is

show a little f***ing respect.

Psycho little b*tch.

- Excuse me, what?

- Shh, shh.

You heard me, b*tch.

I'm sorry, we didn't get

formally introduced.

Well, now we have.

How 'bout you show us a

little respect, huh?

Stop.

What's your name?

Name, pig!

What's your name?

- Travis Schulke!

- OK, Travis.

Travis.

You're the soldier, right?

Well, allow me to thank you for

your bravery and your service.

Really.

But, um, yeah, that said...

opening your mouth was a big mistake.

Easy, easy.

So.

Cover the walls and the...

area around the table.

Wait, what are you guys doing?

That was incredibly stupid, Travis.

I will f*** that guy up

if I get the chance.

But you won't.

Cool it.

They want us to turn on each other.

If we stay logical, we can

turn the tables on 'em.

She's on her own.

Look around you.

Yeah, we're f***ed.

And so we begin again.

Oh, does anyone need to

use the restroom or anything?

I'm just joking.

I know you're probably all just as

eager to keep playing as we are.

Now in this round, you will each

get 30 seconds in order to

make your decision, all right?

So, let's begin with...

Iris.

Iris, would you rather...

stab Cal in the thigh

with an ice pick?

What?

Or

strike Travis

three times with this african

whipping staff, a sjambok?

Oh, my god.

They're gonna kill us!

Look, Iris, three whacks

from that, I'll be OK

If I stab him, I could

kill him, right?

And it's only three.

It's gonna hurt though, man.

I know, just get it over with.

The clock is ticking.

The sjambok it is.

Now, Iris,

you have to put

your back into this, hmm?

There's no just tapping him.

That doesn't count.

And, uh, Travis.

This is going to hurt, so

make yourself comfortable.

Like this, ma'am.

Across the back.

Travis?

Go ahead, Iris.

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

That won't count.

F***.

All right.

That looked like it hurt, Travis.

Well, it did.

Are you OK?

I've been through worse.

Lucas.

You're next.

Would you rather stab

Iris in the thigh...

Or...

give Travis three more strikes?

Oh, come on!

Look, it's a really dangerous

place to stab somebody.

There's a major artery there.

You know what I'm saying?

I do.

Let's just get it over with.

The sjambok again.

Sorry, man.

Travis...

you're probably relieved

to find out that it's your turn.

Something like that.

All right, then.

Let's get it over with.

Travis...

Would you rather... stab Lucas,

the man who just whipped you,

or...

a drum roll, please...

Take three more lashes, this

time administered by Bevans?

Ser... seriously, man.

I can't...

I can't do this anymore.

I wonder why you're being singled out.

What the f*** is the

matter with you people?

What did I ever do to you, huh?

What?

That's, that's what I thought.

Travis, we need a decision.

Yeah.

Yeah, f***ing whip.

I'm not stabbing anybody.

We have to stop this, we have to.

Yeah, wait.

Wait, stop... stop.

Travis, just stab me in the thigh, OK?

We can't watch this go on.

I'm not stabbing anybody.

Travis, come on.

Lucas, this is admirable,

but it's against the rules.

But I'm OK With it.

He can't go back.

His first choice is final.

Just hold on a second,

I said I'm OK With it!

It's OK

- Come on.

- Lucas.

- It's OK.

- This is all very admirable.

His decision.

It's OK

It's just like life, isn't it?

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