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Eric.

Denice!

Denice!

Eric!

Eric!

Eric!

Eric!

Eric!

You should have been here before me.

I decided to walk. Took longer than I thought.

Is Mum here then?

I'm...

I'm going to be honest. I think she's gone, Matt.

Gone? Where?

I think she's either got cold feet

or taken a boat over already.

What the fuck are you talking about?

She was bringing this over and unless I'm mistaken,

and there's another team of art thieves

with the same fucking tube, this is it.

- And why would she do that? - Look. Wh...

When I arrived, I saw her Beetle,

did a sweep of the house

and the only thing I found was this.

But not her. Don't worry, it's still in there.

Wait. Her car. Where?

- Next to mine. - Well, it's not there.

What are you talking about? I saw it.

- Are you sure? - Of course I am. I checked it.

swapped the plates, then swept the creepy fucking house

before coming out here.

- Why were you coming out here? - Tsch.

To look for your mum.

Look, when I saw you running out here,

I knew something was wrong.

And then when you didn't answer when I called you

I was worried.

And now you're telling me my mum's car here.

And I'm telling you it's not.

And the art tube is.

All sounds a bit fucking suspicious.

Well, it's good to see you too.

Okay.

Maybe she was here,

dropped the tube off and left, and I missed her.

She was always on the fence with this and never liked us.

Maybe she wanted you to have more of a cut.

Or maybe she's just gone to get some supplies.

Look, I ran out here because I thought I heard her voice,

but I was wrong. Clearly.

Look, if she needed my help...

I'd do anything for her because she's important to you.

And you know I never listen to anything that you say.

Now, let's choose a room.

Then we can look for her together.

Well, it's hardly a Hilton.

Yeah, way better.

What's this? A new look?

What, my earring? Don't you like--

No, your shoes. Of course your earring.

What, you don't like it?

Gone.

Fuck! Paul.

Fortune is not on the side of the fainthearted, my friends.

- You shit. - I do try.

Got to hand it to her, it's remote.

Creepy, but remote.

- Have you seen her? - Your mum's not here?

We're not sure but...

the painting's here.

I saw her car earlier, but apparently

it's not there now.

Where the fuck would she go?

Maybe she had a change of heart or just gone for supplies.

Nein, nein, nein, we were very specific.

She was bringing the merchandise.

You, the muscle, Matt, the passports,

and me the tech and supplies.

Well, maybe she wanted out.

She never felt that comfortable with it.

Bullshit. She put too much effort in it

with all of the logistics and--

Or maybe she's gone to the police.

Or something's happened to her.

Look, I'm sure she's fine.

Let's just relax, not jump to any conclusions

and stick to our plan.

There's 40 million quid in here.

She could just be meeting us for ten tomorrow morning?

She'd let us know if she was changing plans.

Phones.

What if she needs to get in contact?

She knows the rules.

Leave, locate...

Liquidate.

Choose a room. Check all our paperwork.

Then maybe you'll be able to have a shower.

If you ask Paul very nicely to see if he can work out

how to turn the gas on in this place

as it runs everything.

Even the fucking fridge.

Proper off grid.

Eric.

Yeah.

Yeah?

Power to the shower.

I think she's gone. I think she's gone.

I think she's gone.

I think she's gone. I think she's gone.

Why were you coming out here?

Why? Why? Why? Why were you coming out here?

Fortune is not on the side.

On the side. On the side On the side.

On the side. On the side.

Fortune is not on the side of the fainthearted, my friends.

I'm going to be honest. I think she's gone Matt.

I think she's gone Matt. I think she's gone Matt.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Why were you coming out here? Why were you coming out here?

Any hiccups?

Nope.

You sure?

Yep.

Well, then humor me.

What do you call a fish with no legs?

A fish.

Fuck's sake, Paul,

just run me through what happened

without being a smart arse.

- Please. - Fine.

I slipped the painting through Denice's car window

at the station junction lights, as planned.

Then she drove off with it.

Dropped Matt off at Beaumont Alley

whilst at the red lights

and then you at Pickman's on the corner,

as rehearsed.

I drove to the drop-off point, parked under the camera

and left the van there for everyone to see.

Ah, yes. Not forgetting, of course, to keep my mask on

whilst leaving.

Broke into the opposite building,

followed by the camera room,

hacked in and edited the composite shot of you two

leaving with me into the footage

like a deep fake fucking ninja,

changed into this shiny ass kit,

went to the roof, jumped over to the next block

and climbed down the fire escape.

And that wasn't easy, I might add.

Then I took the 207 night bus

getting to the docks for 5:00 a.m.,

smoked until the decided-upon ferry arrived at 9:00 a.m.

You know, all these bus and ferry rides

must have lubed up the tourist in me

because I decided to bus that shit on the other side again.

Ah yes. Nearly forgot.

I stopped at the lovely services

to pick up these culinary delights

and then finally to finish off my quest,

I walked my tired ass the rest of the way.

Was that smart-ass enough or too much? I can never tell.

Are we just not gonna talk about it?

Look,

we've all had a highly stressful and...

an incredibly life-altering day.

Not your typical Tuesday, I admit.

We're all sleep deprived, a little paranoid,

concerned about Denice, and fuck knows what else.

Let's just focus on getting on that boat tomorrow.

We've all worked too hard

to fuck it up now because we're scared.

No, no, I'm not scared.

I'm just wondering why I was in the bedroom one minute

and out there the next.

Well, I'm getting another beer.

- Anyone else? - Yes, please.

I think I'll take that shower now.

Hey, I'm sure your mum will turn up.

Nice.

Mm.

Ah.

Look, I'm... uh...

Sorry for getting shitty in there.

Ditto.

I have no memory from...

fixing up the gas to being out there.

Me neither.

I didn't want to scare Matt talking about it.

He's already on edge about Denice.

Did she tell you where she's gone?

What are you talking about? No.

I've no idea where she is.

Convenient.

You smoke too much.

You lie too much.

Must have been convenient for you to get rid of her and then say she left.

Yep.

Yeah, it would be.

But why would I do that?

More money.

That's true.

Less baggage.

Mm-hmm.

To permanently hide your relationship from Matt.

What the fuck are you talking about?

I was in charge of the cameras, remember?

You should have been more careful.

You two deserve each other, but...

Matt's too good for you.

Motherfucker!

I'm looking at one!

Fuck.

Matt it's, it's not--

What happened?

- She's dead. - No, no. What are you talking about?

She's dead.

- What's that? - It's her bracelet.

She's dead.

Where did you get that?

She's dead.

Matt, calm down, of course she isn't.

- Where did you find it? - In a fucking bucket of blood in the corridor.

- Don't you dare touch me! - Hey, hey, hey, hey. Just calm down.

- I knew something was wrong. - Guys.

- You and her were always strange together, and now I know why. - That's not true.

- You're disgusting. - Nothing happened.

What the fuck is this?

- What is this doing here? - I don't know.

You killed her before we got here didn't you?

No. She was gone when I got here. I told you, I promise.

Guys!

Help me! Please please,

- my friend is in trouble! - Shit, Shit!

Oh my god, thank you, thank you, please come quickly.

Come on! This way, over the hill!

I'm coming!

I've got help!

- Oh, god, thanks. - Step back. Step back.

- Come, come. - Help her please.

Bring the light nearer.

Please wake up.

Help her please.

Come on, come on, Pixie, wake up.

- Pixie, Come on, Pixie. - Pixie, please. Come on.

Oh my god. Oh my god.

- Oh, Pixie! Pixie. - Give her some room, give her some room.

Pixie, Pixie, we're here. We're here.

Easy. Pixie we're here.

Go and get some towels, quickly!

- Yeah. - Oh my god, you're okay.

- We need to get her warm. - You're safe now.

- Her name's Pixie? - Yeah, yeah.

Pixie, I'm Eric. You've had a bit of a shock,

and we need to get you warm.

- Can you stand? - Mm-hmm

Okay, put your arm around me.

Okay, Pix?

Don't worry, don't worry. Easy. Easy.

- Careful please. - Are you two okay?

Mm-hmm.

Pixie.

Pixie!

I'm going to carry you somewhere warm, Pixie, okay?

Hold onto me. Put your arm around me. Ready?

One, two, three, hup.

- Hey, hey, what happened? - We need towels.

Three girls washed up on the beach or something.

Wait, they're coming back here?

Wait, wait.

What we gonna say we're doing here?

Bachelor party?

- What just the three of us? - Why not?

Who's getting married?

Fuck.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Thank you so much for helping us out.

You saved my life.

Thank you.

No problem.

Just glad you're okay.

What were you doing out there?

We got a boat out from the mainland.

We had a few drinks, and...

before we knew it, it was dark and...

we got into some trouble with the currents.

Our boat hit a rock out there, and we began to sink.

The tide here hides strange things.

It was my fault.

I wanted to steer and...

well, I'm not the best swimmer

so when we went into the water--

We were quite a way out

but managed to swim to land.

That's when we really got into trouble and nearly lost Pixie.

- Oh thank you so much. - Here, no worries

I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name.

- Um, I'm Noah. - Oh!

That's funny.

- I'm Noé. - No way.

Noah, and Noé.

- Thank you Noah, I'm Opal. - Nice to meet you.

I'm John, by the way.

- Oh hi. - Hi John.

Nice to meet you.

And you're...?

Eric?

Hmm. Yeah.

I'm Eric.

Do you... do you live here?

No, we're just staying here.

Thought the decor was a little passé.

It's my bachelor party.

- Aww. - Oh wow. Congratulations.

Just the three of you?

Well... I only wanted my nearest and dearest.

- Aww. - So cute, so sweet.

Look, can we borrow a phone just to call somebody?

We need to check in.

Uh, no phones.

Why?

Rule number one of a stag party, right?

There is a phone, in the village a couple of miles inland.

We'll take you tomorrow morning.

- Aww. - Even sweeter.

So, how do you guys know each other?

Uh Johnny and I are...

work together, and they are brothers.

Oh yes, now I can see it.

- Butch and... - Beautiful, hey?

So who is the lucky lady, or man?

- Her name's Denice. - Oh.

Follower of Dionysus.

French name. I knew it.

It's also American, so.

German as well actually.

Danke schön.

De rien. Please, let me take this.

Where is the washroom?

Um, just down there.

- Let me show you. - Okay.

Are you feeling better Pixie?

Much better.

Thank you.

- Whoa. - Sorry.

- Was being a little nosy. - No it's--

Just wanted to see the rest of the house.

Well, you've seen most of it now.

These all the bedrooms?

Uh, yeah,

I was just trying to figure out how to split them up with you three.

- And what did you decide? - I hadn't yet.

Hmm.

So...

you've got almost no booze,

no food and no entertainment.

What kind of party is this?

Well we pretty much drank and ate it all yesterday, so...

Oh.

Well, maybe finding us

spiced up your flaccid-seeming evening?

Yeah, it, uh... certainly did that.

- Well, we could play a board game. - Oh.

No, no, no.

I'm sure we could think of something more exciting.

Like what?

Yeah, well, I was just checking my bag. Shall we go back?

- Yeah cool. - Cool.

Two truths and a lie.

Yeah, I love that game! Woo woo!

Okay, okay. Rules first.

So, um, if you get it wrong,

then you are never allowed to ask what's true. Deal?

Uh, yeah... um, sounds good to me. Yeah.

Oh, and if you guess right,

you get to ask any question you want

and they have to answer.

If you guessed wrong,

then the asked get the same right.

Settled, then.

Boys versus girls.

Woooo!

I know we don't have a lot left, but before we start,

I think there's enough for a round of drinks.

- Paul, I'll help you grab them. - Yep.

Paul? I thought your name was Noah.

Yes. Uh, it's uh, a joke we have.

There are, uh, four Paul's at work, so um

there's big Paul, tall Paul...

- Bald Paul. And uh... - Yeah.

and porn Paul.

Don't ask, don't ask.

So we thought maybe for prosperity,

we needed another.

So, Noah here became Prussian Paul.

- It's a very much "had to be there" kind of thing. - Yeah.

- Well, let's go and get those drinks, Noah. - Yeah.

So fucking sorry, what was I--

Eric brought the bag, phones and plates back.

- What? - I don't know,

it was in the corridor when I took the painting.

- They're both under my bed now. - And he brought them back. Why?

- It was all wet, so I assume he brought it back. - Fucking hell.

You fucking clowns, hold it together.

We just gotta get through tonight.

- If they find out, you'll force me to-- - Kill them?

I was going to say tie them up.

Right. Need to stick to a plan for tonight.

- And no more leaving me out of the name change bullshit. - It wasn't our fault, okay?

We didn't know you introduced yourself already as yourself.

Look, they're going to want to call for help tomorrow.

We need to be far away from here.

And we can't take them with us like you said.

I say we give them the keys to the car.

Say you've arranged a little outing for you first thing.

A men-only kind of thing. That way they leave.

We leave. And when they're gone, we're gone for good.

They've seen our faces.

Do you wanna fucking kill them?

No-one's killing anyone.

We'll follow your plan.

Let's just get this game over with and head to bed.

Come on, boys!

Coming!

We do this your way.

Then tomorrow we need to talk about us.

I hope you weren't planning your truths and lies.

That would be cheating.

And you know what we do to cheaters.

- Forfeits all round! - Wooo, yeah.

No, no, no. We were just saying how tomorrow

we have a little boat trip planned around the island for John.

A kind of guy-only thing.

And if it's okay with you girls,

we can give you the car keys.

Thank you.

- Then you can drive into the village... - Thank you.

...make your phone calls.

That way you can go whenever you like.

And feel free to use the house as your own.

We'll be back later in the afternoon.

How does that sound?

None of us have a license.

True or false?

Uh, false.

Very good.

Yes. Yes.

No we do all have a license,

but only Pixie and I have a license for a car.

I'm a motorbike girl.

She likes something between her legs.

That is sexist.

I'm always on top.

I prefer something beneath my legs.

Ooooh.

No, but thank you.

Yeah, we'll take you up on your offer,

but um, we can't promise we won't take it out for a spin

while you're on your manly voyage of discovery.

Talking of discovery...

it is time to begin our own discovery

of each other's talents for deceit.

Come sit over here.

Butch. You go first.

Remember two truths, one lie.

Opal is your opponent.

In your own time.

Okay.

I once won an Ironman competition

with a broken ankle.

I'm married.

I auditioned for the Royal School of Ballet.

That's easy.

You're not married.

You peacocked when you said you were married.

You ruffled his feathers.

So, Opal, ask your question.

He can't refuse.

Um...

When did you lose your virginity?

And to whom?

- Okay, that's two questions. - Oh come on!

But I was 15

and it was to Kathy Green, behind some stables.

Awww, you're so sweet.

One point to us.

Noé? You're up.

And your opponent is... Noah.

So. Noah.

I once sang with Aretha Franklin.

Mm-hmm.

I am a champion gymnast.

and I am real Princess.

Okay, I so want this to be true, but you're not a real princess.

Isn't it custom to bow to a royal?

No way. No fucking way.

- Princess of what? - Oh no, no, no, no, no, no.

You don't get to ask that.

- You got it wrong, you don't get to know. - Oh, fuck off, come on.

Two to us!

John.

You're up.

So, as it's your party,

you get to choose who goes first,

you or me?

Ladies first.

Your wish is my command.

So...

I am a kung fu mistress.

I have a piece of art named after me.

And I've never been in love.

Hmm.

You'd only say the last one to lure me not to choose it.

Giving more emphasis and emotional weight.

How are we supposed to believe you've never been in love?

Of course you have.

That's the lie.

Two... to one.

Ah...

Go on John, ask your question.

It's more of a request.

Mm-hmm.

- Can we see your kung fu? - Oh.

Oh, it's not against the rules.

Okay! Butch, stand up.

Oh, fuck yes!

Go on Pixie, take him down.

Oh, shit!

Maru Karu!

Very cool.

Now we'll go backwards. John?

I slept with my best friend's mum.

- Ooh. - Ooh la la.

- I have a Masters in Art History. - Mm.

and I never met anyone

who can solve a cryptic crossword faster than me.

Okay.

Okay, okay, okay.

I love your kinky attempt...

But, honey, you're too sweet to have slept with your best friend's mom.

That's the lie.

You got me.

So tell me, why did you decide to have your party here?

So no one could ever find us.

Okay. This is a match point. You.

You. Noah. Come on, you're up.

Now, no pressure here.

I hold the speed record of over 200 miles per hour on the Autobahn.

I speak fluent Italian, and I'm a wanted criminal.

You can discover more about a person

in one hour of play than in a year of conversation.

Let's see if Plato is right.

You are dangerous.

But not that dangerous.

- The last is a lie. - Well, Plato was wrong.

- No. - No way.

But to be fair, we've only been playing for 10 minutes.

Maybe you needed a full hour.

Touché.

I'm not going to ask about the princess thing.

I prefer the mystery,

but I am going to ask this.

Do you find me attractive?

Oui.

Things are heating up.

Three to two.

Okay. Okay, okay. Boys.

Boys, this is your last chance to level with us.

I'm a pole dancer.

I'm an architect.

I'm a mind reader.

Okay.

As crazy seems to be on the menu tonight,

I'm going to go with the least exciting to be the lie.

You aren't an architect.

Yes, yes, yes, of course you'd think I was a pole dancer.

Actually, I am an architect, so um.

Boom!

Um, my question.

Why do you have a gun?

It's only the gas.

Eric! Eric?

Eric, wait up.

Eric?

Hey, hey, hey.

Are you okay?

Look, I work in security and carry a gun, all right?

I brought it along so...

so John could shoot some targets, you know.

Maybe liven his stag up.

Is that okay?

I don't care.

- No luck? - No, not yet.

Could you bring the light a little bit more closer please?

Better?

Much better.

What are you looking for?

Um, I thought there was another torch in the bag under there.

- Any luck? - Uh, no.

Maybe it's time we settled down for the evening.

That's very forward of you.

Oh no, I meant I--

Oh no, no, I'm teasing.

Seriously, though, would you mind if I stayed with you?

- Your brother kind of gives me the creeps. - Yeah. Course.

What about Pixie and Noé?

Oh I, I think they'll be okay.

Never kissed a princess before.

Better enjoy it while it lasts.

Um, what side of the bed do you want?

You choose, Matt.

Shhh.

Bad boy.

Eric.

Eric.

Eric?

Eric, what the fuck?

Eric?

Pixie? Pixie!

- Pixie! - Opal!

I think she's gone. She's gone, Matt. I think she's gone, Matt.

I think she's gone, Matt. I think she's gone, Matt.

Think she's gone, Matt.

"I was in charge of the cameras, remember?"

The cameras, remember? The cameras, remember? The cameras, remember?

Opal!

Noé!

Matt? Matt!

It happened again. What the fuck?

Where's Matt?

Jesus Christ.

Opal!

What exactly happened again?

- Shit. - Opal! Where are you?

Why don't you give that back now?

No.

We need to find Opal.

What the fuck happened?

Who are you and what the fuck are you really doing here?

We lost time.

It happened earlier today. We, we...

We heard something, and the next minute we were on the beach.

- Bullshit. - No, he's right.

We all heard some kind of a voice earlier. And just now.

I didn't hear anything.

You see this?

I found something similar going into the water when I first arrived.

Look, we didn't want to give you our real names

in case Matt... John was unfaithful.

Look, we're sorry for lying.

Let's go look for them together.

Eric, what the fuck are you doing?

- What did you do to Matt? - Nothing.

- What did you do to Opal? - Don't lie to me!

Put the gun down, Eric.

- What did you do to Opal? - Eric!

Put the gun down.

Opal! Opal!

Opal?

- It's happening again. - Pixie?

Did she tell you where she's gone? She's gone?

Noé!

Opal!

Noé!

We're sorry for lying. We're sorry for lying.

We're sorry for lying. Lying.

We're sorry for lying.

Did she tell you where she's gone?

Did she tell you where she's gone?

- Why were you coming out here? - I think she's gone.

I think she's gone, Matt.

Eric!

Fuck! The fuck is that?

Hey!

What did you mean by you saw this before?

- Is this what happened to Denice? - I'm not sure.

- Maybe. - Maybe?

And you didn't think this was important information, maybe?

- Matt! Matt! - Hey, where are you going?

Eric, we've got to stay together.

- Matt! - Eric, you won't find him like this!

- Listen, I'm going to find-- - Listen to me!

Whatever's happening to us,

it's when we hear that sound, okay?

We need to put something in our ears.

Hold onto me.

Hold onto me!

She's heading for the painting.

We'll go in quietly through the first. Cut her off.

- We need to make some earplugs. - Later. Don't argue.

- It's so fucking dark. - Get your fucking lighter out.

What are you looking for?

- I won't ask again. - Don't.

Get it.

You're all lying.

You've done something bad, haven't you?

Where did you say you were shipwrecked from?

- Eric, we need to put something-- - Shut up!

I saw no evidence of a boat.

That's because it sank.

- Eric... - Bullshit!

What have you done?

What did you do to Matt?

Fuck's sake.

Hey!

You're lying. You're lying.

You've done something bad.

Done something bad. Done something bad.

You're lying. Done something bad.

Done something bad.

Ah.

- Fuck. - Oh, fuck. Fuck!

Shit.

It's gone! It's gone!

It's gone. I tried, but it wasn't enough.

Fuck! What happened?

- It doesn't matter. - Did Pixie do this?

- We've got to find Matt. - No, we do this my way now.

Come on. Come.

Fuck.

- Okay, we need to be smart about it now, yes? Yes? - Yeah.

We need to find Matt.

- I won't leave him out there. - We won't.

But we need to find out what's happening to us.

- And we need that painting. - Fuck.

Here.

Put these in your ears.

Wait! What's the plan?

Fuck's sake!

Take this.

Scout the house for the painting. You find it

and you put anyone down who gets in your way.

- Otherwise, all of this has been nothing. - What, where are you going?

I'm going out there to find Matt.

And shoot any motherfuck--

Any arsehole who tries to stop me.

Argh!

Okay.

- Eric! - Matt!

Help! Help me.

Matt!

- Eric! - Matt, where are you?

Argh!

Okay.

- Help! - What-- Shi--

Oh, fuck yes.

Ah.

Shit.

Shit, shit,

Oh fuck...

Ah shit. Shit.

- Eric! Eric? - Matt!

Matt!

- Matt! - Eric!

Eric!

Eric.

- Eric! - Fuck off!

Eric!

Eric...

- Help! Please help me. - You killed her before we got here didn't you?

- No. No. - Help me. Help me.

Why didn't you help me...

I love you.

I love you. I love you.

Fuck yes. Yes.

Aargh!

Fuck!

Fick dich!

Noah!

Matt?

Matt!

Eric!

Denice!

Mum.

Fortune is not on the side of the fainthearted my friend.

I think she's gone, Matt.

Why were you coming out here? Why were you coming out here?