Would You Rather Page #5
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Do you?
Really.
Do tell.
This is gambling 101 right here.
You just gotta look for the patterns.
It's all patterns,
it's psychology.
And drowning does sound pretty bad.
So, I'm guessing you think
I'm gonna choose the envelope to
avoid "duggins" holding me
underwater for two minutes and
drowning, is that it?
Bevans.
Whatever.
If you were facing a normal player,
that's exactly what you'd do.
Put something really shitty in
that envelope, so all the other
players think twice.
But I know you.
You've looked into my past.
So you know all about
my gambling experience.
So you probably have anticipated
that I was gonna figure this out.
Come on, come on, come
on, make a decision.
Your time is running out.
The envelope.
Obviously.
And the envelope says?
What is this?
Oh.
You have to light off a
firecracker in your hand.
That's it.
Good.
See?
Gambling 101.
Why are you pointing a gun in my face?
I'm agreeing to this.
What the hell is this?
You have to light it, Peter.
It's what the envelope says.
But it's not a firecracker.
That's a quarter stick.
You know, you're right.
Maybe you ought to move
away from the table.
You're gonna make an awful mess.
Let it go before it goes off.
Don't hold it too tight.
No, he must hold it tight.
Bevans?
Secure it to his hand,
if you would, please?
F***.
You know, Peter, maybe it's a dud.
Did you consider that?
And of course, we won't know
that until you light the fuse.
Use the lighter!
And light the fuse!
Now!
If this is a dud, do
I have to go again?
Nah.
- Oh, god.
- Oh, god.
Oh, my god.
Wow!
That was loud.
We're lucky we didn't
break any windows.
And see what we have here.
Ooh.
heart attack, sir.
Really.
Peter?
Peter?
Peter.
Now he's dead.
Oh, well.
Lucas.
It's your turn.
So, what is it?
The barrel or the card?
Two minutes held underwater.
I don't think I can do that.
I don't think I can.
We're running out of time here.
No.
I'll take my chances with card.
OK:
What do we have?
What is it?
- Ooh, well, that's...
- Well, what is it?
This, this is, um...
is very interesting.
You...
must...
slit open your eye.
You can use this mirror, if it helps.
No.
- That's it.
- That's it?
No, that's not it.
No, I can't do this.
- Lucas.
- I can't.
You made your decision.
This is how the game is played.
Pick up the razor blade.
Please.
- Pick it up.
- Please don't.
You sick f***!
I will give you...
I can't do that!
I can't do it!
I can't do it.
Or Bevans...
I can't do it!
...will dispatch you.
Do you understand?
And, by the way, you can
pick whichever eye you want.
It's completely up to you.
Go.
Ha!
- 20 seconds.
- F***!
I can't do it.
Listen, Lucas.
He will eliminate you,
I am telling you.
Five, four, three, two, one.
There.
All done.
Iris.
Are you interested in seeing
what's in your envelope?
No.
Oh... Of course.
You're not the gambling type, are you?
Oh, no, no, no.
No, you prefer the sure thing.
Thank you.
Lovely.
So.
Two minutes, yes?
Go.
I keep having this dream
that I'm on a boat.
Suddenly, the boat tips over
and throws me into the water.
You and all these people
And you're drowning.
Come on, come on.
And I keep trying to pull myself
up, but the more and more I do...
The more the boat comes down with me.
And you are trying to grab my
hand, trying to help me, but
we're sinking faster and faster
and faster until...
I just finally...
- Yes!
- Whoo, two minutes!
Iris!
Very impressive.
You know...
this is designed to
actually drown people.
What was in her card?
I have no idea.
Find out.
Set of lungs.
Oh.
Oh...
that was a close call, Iris.
All your teeth extracted.
Sorry, Bevans, maybe next year.
Is Amy ready?
So, how long can you
hold your breath, Amy?
How long did it take your
husband to hold your little girl
while he drowned her?
What is this?
It's another barrel. With a four.
Well, that four stands for, uh,
four minutes.
That isn't possible.
No, technically, it is possible.
Not even close to the
world record, by the way.
Well, I guess...
Beggars can't be choosers.
I guess so.
Four minutes.
Ready, Bevans?
Go.
She wasn't ready!
Shh, shh, shh.
At the beginning of the night, I would have
pegged her as the odds-on favorite to win.
You never know, sir.
And then there were two.
Iris, I would like for
you to sit across
from Lucas, if you would, please.
Thank you.
We're in the final stretch now.
Now...
Before we begin the
final round, I'd like to
say a few words, if I may.
I know that this evening
has been difficult.
For all of us, really.
But it has also been
one for the books.
And I speak, not only for
myself, but for Bevans and his
staff and the entire Lambrick
family when I say, "well
played, both of you. "
Personally, I'd be happy
if either one of you won.
Truly.
Now, in all likelihood, the game
will end with the very first
question in this round.
We have found that the player
who goes first in the final
round has a decided, uh,
advantage.
Therefore, we will flip a coin.
Bevans.
Heads, Iris.
Tails, Lucas.
Bevans, if you would, please.
Heads it is.
Iris...
You're up.
The final question.
Would you rather...
"a"...
end the game, right now,
you and Lucas free to leave.
Empty-handed.
But alive.
Or "b"...
with this dueling pistol
chamber...
eliminate Lucas.
Claim victory and salvation
for your brother.
Which?
Iris.
Iris.
It's over.
We're done.
We can...
we can go home.
Iris.
I never told you why
I came here tonight.
I think you should hear it, OK?
I think we have some things in common.
You're here for someone else, right?
Your brother.
I'll bet you'd do anything for him.
I know exactly how you feel.
I have three sisters...
Oh!
We have a winner.
Brava!
Bravo!
Bravo!
This is yours.
There should be enough in there
parents left behind you, plus
enough for you to go back to school.
We had previously located a
suitable donor in Romania.
Arrangements are already being
made as we speak, and your
brother will be undergoing the
procedure before the week is out.
You see?
We keep our word.
I believe a "thank you" is in order.
Thank you, Mr. Lambrick.
Oh, please.
No, no, no, call me Shep.
Raleigh.
Oh, my god.
Oh, my god, oh, my god...
What did you do?
What did you do?
Oh, my god.
What did you do?
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