Would You Rather Page #4

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There's no do-overs.

Travis, Travis, Travis, Travis.

Hey, hey, hey.

He's in trouble.

He needs medical attention.

Peter...

I'm awfully sorry,

but I'm afraid it's your turn.

You know the drill by now.

The pick...

or

give Travis three more.

If I do the pick, who

does it have to be?

I'm sure you've already worked the

angles on that one, haven't you?

Well...

I don't wanna stab a lady.

I'm not Mr. Manners or anything,

but I think there's some common

decency considerations here.

On the other hand, Travis

is in real bad shape.

We can't really hit

him anymore, can we?

Honestly, Linda.

You're paralyzed, right?

Your leg wouldn't feel this, anyway.

No, please.

If I whip him with this

thing, he's going to die.

And haven't we all been saying this whole

time that we have to work together?

Well, unfortunately, you're gonna

have to take one for the team, Linda.

I'm sorry.

You're gonna be OK, I promise.

Just close your eyes.

In and then out, OK?

Don't push it too far.

F***.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Holy crap.

- I think I hit that artery.

- Do you have a belt?

Tie it, tie it, hurry.

What happened?

You're OK, you're OK

Can we not take her to a

hospital or something here?

- This isn't good.

- People, we're playing a game.

Linda, it's your turn.

Now, would you rather whip

Travis or give your neighbor Amy

down there the old in and out?

What?

Can we not give her a sec?

Peter, what's going on, man?

Is the tourniquet supposed to

go above or below the wound?

- Above, above!

- OK, OK

- My god, tighten it!

- I got it, I got it.

Tighter!

Linda has not made a decision yet.

Linda!

Travis or...

Ugh, b*tch!

F***ing scratched me.

Linda.

Stupendous.

Well, then, come to think of it,

she didn't have another choice.

She couldn't whip Travis

even if she wanted to.

She can't walk.

So let's...

Change things up a little bit here.

Amy.

Would you rather whip Travis or

stab any player

of your choosing.

In case any of y'all haven't

figured this out yet...

This game isn't about

helpin' each other.

It's about eliminating

the rest of you.

Bevans.

Huh.

This one's probably

gonna bleed to death.

You're OK

Duck.

Duck.

Goose.

Hey, hold on a second.

OK, OK

She's made her decision.

Don't do this.

Please don't do this.

Can I stab her anywhere?

That's a new one.

Just from the shoulders down.

- Ooh!

- No!

Let me see, let me see.

Can you breathe?

I think she missed the lung.

Put some pressure on it.

Can you breathe?

Tighter.

Tight.

Travis?

Bevans.

Still breathing, sir.

Remarkable.

Guys, she hasn't moved for a while.

Stabbed an old woman, Peter.

Linda.

See, she's unconscious.

She's not unconscious.

She's dead.

You guys saw what happened, right?

I tried to help her.

Oh, yes, Peter, we all

saw what happened.

You made a decision and

there's a consequence.

And now...

Cal is the one to make a choice.

Finish off Travis here or...

stab Lucas.

Stab Lucas like the others?

Like Linda, that's what you're saying?

OK, come on.

Let's get it over with.

Maybe Amy is right.

Eliminate a player.

That's what this is about.

No, Cal, Amy's crazy.

Well, maybe he wants to end it, too.

That's not your choice to make, man.

But it is.

They're making it my choice.

Cal, come on, I'm giving

you an opening here!

Time.

OK, I choose...

God, no, Cal, don't do this.

Don't do that.

You can't do this.

No.

No.

- Don't look.

- Oh, jesus.

Nicely done.

And now...

On to the next round.

It had to be done, right?

Right?

You didn't have to do that.

So, how long would you say?

He may live for several more

hours, days even, I don't know.

But he's in no shape to continue

play, that much is certain.

All right, let's move him out.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I regret to inform you that Travis

is unable to continue playing.

Aww.

Do not do that.

Keep your sarcasm to yourself.

I'm thinking...

we don't have much time

here with these delays.

Can you run?

Now!

Iris, run.

Get back!

All right, everyone back to the table.

Get up.

Everyone, get up.

Julian, get up on your!

Back to your seats.

Well, that was some unexpected

excitement, wasn't it?

- Everyone, sit down.

- Where's Iris?

- What?

- Iris!

Bevans!

The door was unlocked?

Stay here!

- Keep an eye on them!

- Bring her back to the game!

I should help him.

Fine, go, go.

Remember what we spoke about.

I believe I said sit down.

Little pig tried to

run away, didn't she?

What, you gonna go tell on us?

Well, no one is gonna believe you, OK?

No one.

Iris.

Get back.

I'm getting you out of here.

I made a mistake.

I should've just told...

Shoot her, Bevans.

She attacked me.

Your father will be

disappointed.

After all she did,

she doesn't get punished?

I need to take her back to the game.

Take him upstairs and leave him there.

I'll inform his father.

I'm sorry, Iris.

But we're not through playing.

Ahh.

Welcome back, Iris.

Bevans, what took so long?

Where's Julian?

Your son tried to rape Iris.

- She...

- What?

Stabbed him in the thigh.

He's been taken upstairs, sir.

Let me handle that.

Excuse me for a moment, everyone.

Lock that behind me.

Where's Cal?

They shot him.

You gonna be OK, Iris?

Iris, talk to me.

How far did you get?

Is there a way out?

Do you get it now?

They're not gonna let us just leave.

She's right.

She's absolutely right.

Iris.

I am dreadfully sorry for what

took place in the basement.

Since the loss of his mother,

my son

lacks...

restraint.

Well, please.

My apologies.

All right.

Let's continue.

That's it?

Why is this b*tch allowed

to stay in the game?

You're lucky you didn't

get us all killed.

Crazy girl has a point.

This is my game.

I make the decisions here.

Keep your petulant mouth shut.

She will play.

The game will continue.

Final.

Now...

My son, Julian, is unable to continue.

What a shame.

Excuse me?

Thank you.

So, on to the next round.

Now, when all of you were

deciding whether or not to

accept our invitation to play

the game, you were, in essence

making a choice between the

known and the unknown.

You could continue to deal with

your problems, the known, or

possibly solve your problems in

the unknown, our game.

This round uses that same concept.

What's this for?

You gonna let us clean up?

Uh, no, Peter.

I'm sorry.

The barrel of water is

for the next round.

Envelopes are being placed

randomly in front of you.

They each contain a card with a

punishment on them.

Some of them, quite harsh.

Others, relatively harmless.

You must decide between what

lies inside the envelope

or the barrel.

The known or the unknown.

What's with the barrel?

Two minutes.

Two minutes held underwater.

That's the barrel.

And you will have 30 seconds in

this round to make your decision.

Let's begin, shall we?

Peter.

F***.

We will begin with you.

So what will it be?

The barrel...

Or...

what is in that envelope?

Huh, well, I already

know what I'm choosing.

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