[projector whirring]
[ominous electronic music]
♪ ♪
- [sighs]
You're available to start right away?
- Yes.
- I'm not really seeing a lot of restaurant experience
on the, uh, résumé.
- I've always had, um, summer jobs,
but, yeah, mostly retail.
- So did you drop out of school, or...
Why'd you come all the way back here?
- Oh, no, um...
Well, this is my home,
and there was an accident,
so I have to take care of my brother.
- Well, I'll tell you what I can do, um...
I'll talk to the owner.
I know they were looking for, uh,
waitstaff with experience, but...
obviously you're smart, so maybe they'll,
um, work with you, so...
- Sure, that'd be– that'd be great.
- Maybe you could do– host, if nothing else.
- Oh, sure, definitely.
- Okay, I mean, I can't promise anything, but...
- Oh, no, yeah. - Maybe.
I'll let you know by the end of the day.
- Thank you so much. Nice to meet you.
- Nice meeting you.
♪ ♪
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[toaster clicks]
- I can make you some eggs if you want.
- Yeah, I can make 'em too.
- I'm gonna go back to the clinic
for a little while today.
Will you be okay here alone?
- Something wrong?
- Dr. Barden thinks that
he can help us cut some of the costs.
- How?
- I...I have no idea,
but I'll find out.
- So there'll probably be some of this...yeah?
- Yeah, probably.
Thank you.
[car whooshes]
[car chirps]
♪ ♪
- Oh, thank you.
Thank you both.
[knock on door]
- Um, Dr. Barden?
The nurse said that I–
- Of course, come in.
Iris, good to see you.
- Hi.
- Iris, Shepard Lambrick.
- Iris.
Dr. Barden's told me much about you.
- Iris, please, have a seat. Shepard.
- So...
Your brother.
He's quite sick, correct?
- You can help him?
- Well, let's just say that my foundation
has the ability to improve his situation.
- The Lambricks have funded the building of clinics
all over the world,
Haiti, Afghanistan...
- Schools too.
- Well, my brother doesn't need a school.
- You're right.
Absolutely right.
Because we're not talking about that today.
Not at all.
My family also believes in
creating opportunities for...
everyday people,
people who just haven't received a fair shake in life,
people like you and your brother.
- What do we have to do?
- I'm hosting a dinner party tomorrow night,
and I'd like you to join us.
- Just me?
- Just you.
Oh, but there will be other guests there,
individuals that we'd also like to help,
and the evening will culminate
with a game of sorts,
and the winner...
will be taken care of.
Bills, school, house– everything.
- A contest.
What if I don't win?
- [chuckles]
Well, then you just don't win.
That's it.
- Um, I'm sorry, Dr. Barden, I–
no offense to Mr. Lambrick,
but is this legit?
This is for real?
- [chuckles]
- Very real, Iris.
Mr. Lambrick saved my life.
Not long ago,
but before I met you and your brother,
I was in the same position.
I'd already lost my wife.
I was on my way to losing everything–
this practice, everything.
I had no place to turn.
I was invited to this event, so I went.
- You won?
- He did, and I am proud to say
that the Lambrick Foundation came through on its promise.
- Tenfold.
- You see what we might be able to do for you.
- Well, money would definitely help,
but my brother needs a bone marrow transplant.
So do you mind if I think this over?
Um, it's just...
- Short notice.
It is. You're right.
Of course, yes.
Think it over.
Do that.
- Well...
- But RSVP by 8:00 tonight
if you do decide to join us.
And my staff will make arrangements to pick you up.
- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.
When I say that we have the ability
to dramatically improve your brother's situation, Iris,
it's not just the money I'm talking about.
You win the game,
and we can bypass any waiting list
and locate a donor immediately.
- I will let you know.
Thank you.
- She's perfect.
[crickets chirping]
- [with fake accent] This is the special du jour.
It's pasta à la vegetable...
- Um, okay, wow.
Iris, um, that's a terrible Italian accent.
And if it's French,
"monsieur" is not pronounced "man sewer."
- Monsieur. - Monsieur.
- Yes.
Come on, seriously, like, it's not gonna kill me
to have some protein now and then.
[cell phone vibrating]
- Hello?
Uh, speaking.
Uh-huh.
Oh.
Okay, well, wait, um,
what about the hostess position that you...
Oh.
Okay, well, thank you.
Thanks again.
- You mad at me or something?
- Why would I be mad at you?
I thought I would be a match.
I feel like I let you down.
- You can't always be the hero.
Sometimes you have to let go.
- Like let go of you?
- Get down! Get down! Give me cover!
[gunfire and man shouting]
- Killing lots of aliens?
- Nope, terrorists.
- Killing lots of terrorists?
- Straight up murderin' these terrorists, yo.
What's up?
- So, um, I'm gonna go out tonight.
- With who?
- I...I ran into a couple friends from high school,
and I thought, you know what?
I should go and unwind.
- Yeah, let your hair down and shit.
- Yeah, just go crazy.
- Yeah, cool.
- So you're gonna be okay here alone for the night?
- Yeah.
Got my meds, emergency contact.
I'll just play video games or whatever.
I could really use the quiet.
- Great.
Cool.
Love you.
[ominous electronic music]
♪ ♪
[birds chirping]
- Aren't you sick of this?
Taking me back and forth to the clinic,
bills, taking care of me.
Like, don't you want a life?
- No.
I mean, yeah, I...
It's hard,
but, Raleigh, you're my brother.
This is my life.
It's gonna be fine.
We'll get through this.
[car door opens]
[crickets chirping]
- This way, please.
- Thank you.
[music plays in distance]
Pretty.
- Yes.
- Does the Lambrick family live here?
- Not exactly.
Property's owned by the foundation.
It's used for holidays and special events like this.
Dinner will begin shortly.
You can wait in here with all the other guests,
and please help yourself to any of the provided refreshments.
♪ ♪
Our eighth and final guest.
- Lucky number eight.
- Did everyone get an introduction like that?
- Oh, yeah. It's been very formal.
- It's nice to meet you guys. I'm Iris.
- Lucas, and this is, uh...
- Cal. How you doin'?
- Hi.
Have you guys been here long?
- Not long.
Couple minutes for some.
Hour or two for the rest of us.
- Are you both from the area too?
- No, they flew me in from Seattle.
- Iowa.
- Would you like a little something to drink?
- Um, no, I'm okay. Not yet.
So what do you know about the others?
Anything?
- Mm, a little.
As you can see, they're not exactly gregarious.
Big guy over there is Peter.
Supposed to be some sort of high-stakes gambler from Vegas.
- Not that any of us have actually heard of him.
- That's the way he made it sound.
- Yeah.
- Lady in the wheelchair is Linda.
She barely speaks.
- Kid in the corner is Travis.
He's an Iraq vet.
- And he's got that thousand-yard stare.
- What about the girl?
- Her name is Amy,
and, yeah, she's a real charmer.
- And the older gentleman?
- I don't think I'd call him that.
- "Older"?
- "Gentleman."
- Why?
- Conway's a bit of a sourpuss.
- Yeah, he's, um–
he has some conspiracy theories about the Lambrick Foundation.
Don't get him started.
- Maybe I will have a drink.
- Good.
My very own specialty: BLT.
[glasses and ice clanking]
- Thank you.
To the Lambrick Foundation.
- Salud.
[glass shatters] [ice rattling]
- She's perfect.
Case?
- I'm not sure she's right for this.
- What?
She couldn't be more perfect.
She's fighting for her brother, herself.
She has no relatives, no family,
no one to ask questions.
- Shep, she is not right.
- Let's just say I've appreciated your discretion
over the last couple of years.
Should I be concerned
about this moment of weakness on your part?
- [chuckles]
Of course not.
I'm fine.
- Bevans has informed me that the last guest has arrived.
We ought to get downstairs soon.
- Do we have to sit through an entire dinner?
Why can't we just get it over with?
- Julian...
That's not the way it works, as you know.
There is a process involved.
- [chuckles]
Of course.
- I trust that you will be on your best behavior tonight.
- I'm not even drinking.
- I'm serious.
The integrity of the game
requires minimal participation on our part.
You must remain an objective observer,
even if one of these people is eliminated.
Do you understand?
And if one of them has to be removed from the game,
Bevans will be the one to handle it.
Your job, as a Lambrick,
is simply to observe.
You can engage these people with questions and conversation,
but you will not so much as touch
any of these people tonight.
- I know.
- Julian,
look, I appreciate
that you've taken an interest in the foundation.
I do.
But what happened last year was unacceptable.
- [sighs]
For the last time,
I understand.
- Okay, okay, okay.
I won't bring it up again.
And you're underdressed again.
- We have one small matter to clear up before we begin.
In the interest of discretion
and eliminating distraction and unfair advantage,
we ask that you leave all possessions here
during the game...
phones, keys, et cetera.
- I don't like this.
I don't like it.
- I assure you they will be safe.
These are the rules.
Right.
If you're ready,
I'll escort you through to the dining room.
This way.
[ominous electronic music]
♪ ♪
[dramatic harpsichord music]
♪ ♪
Please, take a seat.
Place cards have been provided.
- Thank you.
- Of course.
- And good evening, everyone.
I apologize if I've kept anyone waiting.
Welcome to the Lambrick house.
Oh, this is my son, Julian.
- Hello.
- [chuckles]
Now, you've all met our butler, Bevans,
and his staff, yes?
Bevans...
Let's start with some wine, shall we?
- Dinner tonight is seared foie gras
and rib eye steak with a red wine reduction
served with asparagus and garlic leek mashed potato.
Enjoy.
- Haven't had a meal like this in so long.
- Never had a meal like this.
You kidding me?
- Mm, yes?
- I probably should have mentioned this before.
Um, I'm a vegetarian.
- [scoffs]
- Well, this is interesting.
We don't have anything else in the kitchen, Iris.
- Okay.
I–I don't mean to be a bother.
Uh, the potatoes are fine. I'll be fine.
- So have you always been a vegetarian?
- Most of my life, yes. Long time.
I just can't imagine eating– - I think...
That we have just found our first opportunity
to award some money tonight.
Iris.
I would like for you to eat the steak and the foie gras.
I really would.
- I can't do that.
- You can...
but you won't...
yet.
- No, I really– I can't do it.
I'm not trying to be rude.
I just–I won't do it.
- Listen, I understand that it's not going to be easy,
but I refuse to accept...
that you don't have a price.
$5,000 to eat the steak
and this decadent foie gras.
[chuckles]
Mmm!
Make it $1 0,000.
$1 0,000.
What could you do with that?
- You should eat it.
Just close your eyes.
It's a lot of money.
- [scoffs]
[exhales]
- [chuckles]
Eat it with some of the liver.
- [chuckles]
- I can't believe I'm doing this.
- Yeah, for $1 0,000, though.
- [sighs]
- A lifetime of discipline
and commitment to cause
wiped away by a mere $1 0,000.
[laughing]
Well...
That is nothing
compared to what's really at stake tonight.
I can assure you of that.
[chuckles]
You don't like the wine?
- Well, no, it's not that.
- We can get you something else. - Mm.
- We have some wonderful scotch.
- No. No, thanks. I don't drink.
- Oh...
Oh, I see.
You're a recovering alcoholic.
Aren't you?
- That's not your business.
- Ah, on the contrary.
You are here essentially begging me for money.
How is that not my business?
How long has it been?
- [scoffs]
[sighs]
It's been 16 years,
and I turned everything in my life around.
- [laughs]
But you haven't.
Look at you.
You're still mired in a pit of poor health
and crippling debt.
I'd hate to see what you looked like 16 years ago.
I mean, really. What's the point?
- Please.
Why are you doing this?
- Because I want to help you.
Look...
It's safe to say that drinking
is what ruined your life in the first place, isn't it?
So what if
drinking again could help you save it?
- What?
- I will give you $1 0,000
if you drink that glass of wine.
- [chuckles]
No.
No. No way. No. You don't understand.
You have no idea how hard I've worked.
- Ah, but Iris here,
she just devoured a pile of meat,
and she's a devout vegetarian,
and you won't drink a little wine?
- It's totally different.
Why are you doing this to me?
- $50,000.
If you will drink...
This decanter
of the finest scotch that money can buy
right now.
$50,000.
- This is what, a test? This is not real.
- Oh, no...
[chuckles]
I am deadly serious, Conway,
and you know that I am.
The glass of wine
or the whole damn decanter.
Now, it seems to me that the wine,
that's pretty simple,
isn't it?
But the scotch...
Well, we could consider that...
A momentary lapse to...
Change your life.
- [softly] I'm sorry.
- So what would you rather do?
[laughing]
- [grunts]
- That's a good man.
- Hey.
- Bevans.
That was brilliant, as usual.
My compliments to Marcel.
[clanging]
Regarding tonight's game,
please allow me to alleviate any concerns you have.
- We haven't already been playing?
- Oh, no, the game has yet to officially begin.
- What exactly is the game?
- Well, it is not a quiz or a trivia contest,
nor is it a test of brute strength or athleticism.
At its core, it's just a children's game,
and I would wager
that some of you here this evening
have played "Would You Rather?" at some point.
So how do we play?
In each round, each player will be given a choice
between A or B,
and usually, uh,
neither choice is very attractive.
Let's see if I can give you an example.
Travis.
Travis, would you rather...
kiss Iris
or...
Peter?
[scattered chuckling]
[chuckles]
- Guess I'd kiss Iris. - Very good.
Now, this is where our version of the game is different.
Whatever you choose,
you must act upon.
So in this case,
Travis, you must walk over and kiss Iris.
- You're gonna make us kiss each other?
- [chuckles]
No, no, no.
Nothing like that, my dear.
No, that was just off the top of my head.
Now, as the game continues
with one dilemma after another,
eliminating players as we go
until we have a winner.
- And how are players eliminated?
- Well, if a player
is no longer capable of continuing,
for whatever reason, then they are eliminated.
- What if someone refuses to make a choice?
Like, if Travis didn't want to kiss either of us?
- Ah, if you refuse to choose.
Well, I am afraid
that that would be grounds for elimination.
And one more thing.
The dilemmas are timed.
And you must make your decision in 1 5 seconds,
or you will be eliminated.
- Hold up. Is all this necessary?
I mean, couldn't you help all of us?
Why does this have to be a game?
- Because,
as simple as the game is,
it's all about 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?
- [grunts]
Mm-hmm.
[sniffles]
[money thumps on table]
- [laughs]
All right.
We have a full house.
And so...
Here...
we...
go.
[rumbling]
Our man Bevans, ladies and gentlemen.
[keys jingling]
Did you know he was formerly an agent with MI5?
- Many years ago.
An interrogator.
- Is this one of your old toys, Bevans?
- [gasps]
- It is, sir.
Car batteries with some aftermarket 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 want to hurt us.
You people, are you gonna sit here,
and you're gonna let this sick,
perverted son of a bitch 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 motherfucker!
[gunshot]
[all screaming]
[voices fade]
[dramatic string music]
♪ ♪
- I would like to go home.
- Well, obviously,
participation is no longer voluntary.
I believe we just made that perfectly clear.
Bevans, shall we?
- [sighs]
[battery hums]
- 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...
1 5 seconds to decide,
beginning now.
[timer ticking]
- W-wait. - Wait.
- Stop, stop, don't push it. - Wait, Bevans–
- Okay, wait, wait, stop.
Don't push the button.
[ticking becomes louder]
[all screaming]
[buzzing]
- Moving on.
- [gasps]
- Oh, 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– [screams]
- Oh!
- [screaming]
- 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.
[gun clicks]
All right.
- What was that?
- Christ.
- Would you rather
electrocute yourself,
again,
or shock Peter?
1 5 seconds.
[timer ticking]
- [groans]
Fuck!
[clapping]
- Well done, both of you.
Next.
- [sighs]
[engine turns over]
- [sighs]
- [grunts]
[buzzing]
- [gasping]
- Are you okay?
- Stall 'em.
- Are you okay? - I can do one more.
- What? - Just stall 'em.
I'm not gonna shock you.
- Iris.
What have you seen in the last ten minutes
that leads you to 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?
[timer ticking]
- [screams]
[pounds on table]
- [gasps]
- Red is for Cal.
- Iris, would you rather electrocute yourself
or Cal for the second time?
- You do what you got to do.
- Go.
[timer ticking]
[buzzing]
- [breathing heavily]
- That's an interesting choice.
- [sniffles and gasps]
- Right.
[thumps on table]
[clapping]
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 fucking quick.
- 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.
The game's getting pretty intense already, right, hmm?
- Why are you doing this?
- "Why are you doing this?"
[chuckles]
- You're fucking 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 fucking respect.
- Psycho little bitch.
- Excuse me, what? - Shh, shh.
- You heard me, bitch.
- I'm sorry, we didn't get formally introduced.
- Well, now we have.
How about you show us a little respect, huh?
- Stop.
What's your name?
Name, pig! What's your name?
- Travis Schulke! - Okay, 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...
[scoffs]
Opening your mouth was a big mistake.
- Easy, easy.
- So...
[clears throat]
Cover the walls and the...
area around the table.
- Wait. What are you guys doing?
- That was incredibly stupid, Travis.
- I will fuck 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 fucked.
[crickets chirping]
[car door opens]
- And so we begin again.
Oh, does anyone need to use the restroom or anything?
[laughs]
I'm just joking.
I know you're probably all just as eager
to keep playing as we are.
[laughs]
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 okay.
- If I stab him, I could kill him, right?
- And it's only three.
- It's gonna hurt, though, man.
- I know. Let's just get it over with.
- The clock is ticking.
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.
[laughs]
- Like this, ma'am.
Across the back.
- [breathing heavily]
Travis?
- Go ahead, Iris.
- [breathing heavily]
- No. No, no, no, no, no.
That won't count.
- [breathing heavily]
- [gasps]
[slap]
- [grunts]
- Fuck.
[gasps]
- All right.
That looked like it hurt, Travis.
- Well, it did.
- [softly] Are you okay?
- 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!
[timer ticking]
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.
[sighs]
- [sighs]
- The sjambok again.
- [breathing heavily]
[grunts]
[whimpers]
[yelps]
[slap]
[grunts]
- Sorry, man.
- [breathing raggedly]
- 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–
drumroll, please–
[tapping on table]
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.
- [laughs mockingly]
- What the fuck is the matter with you people?
What did I ever do to you, huh?
[screams] What?
That's– that's what I thought.
- Travis, we need a decision.
- Yeah.
Yeah, fucking 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, okay?
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 okay with it.
- He can't go back. His first choice is final.
- Just hold on a second.
I said I'm okay with it!
- It's okay.
- Come on.
- Lucas. - It's okay.
- This is all very admirable.
His decision.
- It's okay.
- It's just like life, isn't it?
There's no do-overs.
- [whimpers]
[muffled scream]
[whimpers]
- Travis, Travis, Travis, Travis.
- Hey, hey, hey.
- [grunting and retching]
- He's in trouble.
He needs medical attention.
[crickets chirping]
- 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 want to stab a lady.
I'm not Mr. Manners or anything,
but I think there's some common decency considerations here.
- 30 seconds.
- [sighs]
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.
[sighs]
You're gonna be okay, I promise.
Just close your eyes.
- In and then out, okay?
Don't push it too far.
- [exhales deeply]
Fuck.
[breathes deeply]
- Oh...
- Oh, shit. - Holy crap.
- I think I hit that artery.
- Do you have a belt?
- Tie it. Tie it. Hurry.
- What happened?
- You're okay. You're okay.
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! - Okay, okay.
- My God, tighten it!
- I got it. I got it. - Tighter!
- Linda has not made a decision yet.
Linda!
Travis or–
- Ugh, bitch!
You fucking scratched me.
- Linda.
Stupendous.
But 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.
[laughs]
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...
- This one's probably gonna bleed to death.
- You're okay.
- Duck.
Duck.
Goose.
- Hey, hold on a second.
Okay, okay.
- She's made her decision.
- Don't do this. Please don't do this.
- Can I stab her anywhere?
- Well, that's a new one.
- [crying]
- Just from the shoulders down.
- [screams]
- Ooh! - No!
- [moans]
- [laughs]
- Let me see. Let me see.
- [moans] - Can you breathe?
I think she missed the lung.
Put some pressure on it. Can you breathe?
- [gasps]
- Tighter.
Tight.
Travis?
- [laughs]
- Bevans.
[crickets chirping]
- [breathes heavily]
[metallic clang]
- 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.
There was 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?
- 30 seconds.
[timer ticking]
- Okay, 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.
- Okay, I choose...
- God, no, Cal. Don't do this.
Don't do that. - You can't do this.
- No.
It's murder.
Don't look.
- Oh, Jesus.
[cries]
- Nicely done.
- [breathing heavily]
- 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.
[clears throat]
Ladies and gentlemen,
I regret to inform you
that Travis is unable to continue playing.
- Aww...
- [whispering] Do not do that.
Keep your sarcasm to yourself.
[plastic rustling]
[Travis gasps]
[footsteps receding]
I'm thinking...
We don't have much time here with these delays.
We have 2 1/2 hours left.
Is that enough for us to...
- [whispers] Can you run?
Now!
[scuffling, grunting]
- [whimpering]
[all screaming]
- [gasping] Iris, run.
- [screams]
[grunts]
[gunshot]
- 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.
- [coughs]
[dramatic electronic music]
♪ ♪
- [whistling]
- [screams]
[grunting]
♪ ♪
[Iris screams in distance]
[Iris screaming]
[screams]
[grunts]
- [laughs]
Little pig tried to run away, didn't she?
What? You gonna go tell on us?
Well, no one is gonna believe you, okay?
No one.
[kissing]
- [grunts]
- [screams]
[grunts]
[screams]
- Iris.
Get back.
I'm getting you out of here.
I made a mistake.
I should've just told–
[gunshot]
- [screams]
- Shoot her, Bevans!
She attacked me!
[breathes raggedly]
- 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.
- Ah.
Welcome back, Iris.
Bevans, what took so long?
Where's Julian?
- [whispers] 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 okay, Iris?
Iris, talk to me.
How far did you get? Is there a way out?
- Do you all get it now?
They're not gonna let us just leave.
- She's right.
She's absolutely right.
[knocking on door]
[door slides open]
- [softly] 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 bitch 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.
[bangs on table]
Final.
Now...
My son, Julian, is unable to continue.
- What a shame.
[scoffs]
- 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.
[rustling]
- What's this for? Are you gonna let us clean up?
- [chuckles]
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.
- Fuck.
- 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.
- Do you? Really?
Do tell.
- This is gambling 1 01 right here.
You just got to 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.
[paper rustling]
- And the envelope says?
- [sighs]
What is this?
- Oh.
You have to light off a firecracker in your hand.
That's it.
- [sighs]
Good.
[chuckles]
See?
Gambling 1 01 .
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.
[tape ripping]
- Oh, fuck.
[tape ripping]
- You know, Peter, maybe it's a dud.
Did you think about that?
Did you consider that?
[gun clicks]
But, 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.
- [breathing heavily]
[fuse stops fizzing]
[sighs]
[explosion]
- Oh, God. - Oh, God.
- Oh, my God.
- [cries] - [whimpers]
- Wow!
That was loud.
We're lucky we didn't break any windows.
Let's see what we have.
- [screaming]
- Ooh.
- I think he's having a heart attack, sir.
- Really?
- Peter?
- Peter.
Now he's dead.
- [chuckles]
Oh, well.
[Lucas and Iris crying]
- Lucas.
It's your turn.
So what is it,
the barrel or the card?
What would you rather do?
- Two minutes held underwater.
[breathes heavily]
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 the card.
- Okay.
What do we have?
Oh.
- What is it?
- Oh, well, that's– - What–what is it?
- This–this is, um...
[chuckles]
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.
- [softly] Please.
- Pick it up. - Please don't.
You sick fuck!
- I will give you...
30 seconds to do this.
- I can't do that!
- 30 seconds.
- I can't do it!
- 30 seconds to 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.
- [yelps]
[timer ticking]
- 20 seconds.
- Fuck!
[crying] I can't do it.
- 1 0 seconds.
Listen, Lucas,
he will eliminate you,
I am telling you.
Five, four, three,
two, one.
- [screams] - [screams]
- [screaming, crying]
- There.
- [screams] - All done.
- [screams]
[crying]
- Iris.
Are you interested in seeing what's in your envelope?
- No.
- Oh, of course.
[chuckles]
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?
- [breathes heavily]
- Go.
[timer ticking]
[ominous electronic music]
♪ ♪
[timer ticking]
♪ ♪
- 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 are pinned under it...
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...
[exhales]
- [gurgling]
[gasping]
- Yes!
- Whoo-hoo! Two minutes!
[laughs]
Iris!
Very impressive.
You know,
this is designed to actually drown people.
- [coughs]
- [chuckles]
- What was in her card?
- I have no idea.
Find out.
Set of lungs.
[laughs]
- [coughs]
- Oh.
Oh...
[chuckles]
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?
- [sobs]
- What is this?
- It's another barrel,
with a four.
And that four stands for...
Four minutes.
- That isn't possible.
- No, technically, it is possible.
Not even close to the world record, by the way.
- [cries]
Well, I guess...
beggars can't be choosers.
- I guess so.
- [cries]
- Four minutes.
Ready, Bevans?
Go. - [grunts]
- She wasn't ready!
[water bubbling]
- [shushing]
[water bubbling]
[kicking and thumping]
[water bubbling]
[plastic rustling]
[shoes squeaking on floor]
[struggling stops]
- 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.
Hmm.
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.
[sighs]
To the final round, then.
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.
[inhales deeply]
The final question.
Would you rather,
A...
end the game right now,
you and Lucas free to leave,
empty-handed
but alive.
- [chuckles]
- Or B...
With this dueling pistol
with a single round in its chamber...
- [sniffles]
- Eliminate Lucas,
claim victory
and salvation for your brother.
Which?
[timer ticking]
- Iris.
Iris.
[chuckles]
It's over.
We're done. We can–
[laughs]
We can go home.
[timer ticking]
Iris,
I never told you why
I came here tonight.
I think you should hear it, okay?
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–
[gunshot]
- [laughing]
[clapping slowly]
Oh!
[dramatic string music]
♪ ♪
We have a winner.
- [crying]
- Brava!
[laughs]
- Bravo!
- [cries]
♪ ♪
- Bravo!
- This is yours.
There should be enough in there to cover any debts
that your 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.
[birds chirping]
[water running]
- [sighs]
[breathing heavily]
[birds chirping]
Raleigh.
Oh, my God.
What did you do?
[crying] What did you do?
Oh, my God.
What did you do?
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