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May I invite you all to join me in a toast?

Yes, you can.

One year down at uni and we're all still breathing.

- Chin-fucking-chin. - Chin-fucking-chin!

Yes, thank you.

We'll be celebrating later right, Gemma?

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Oh, it's going to be a bumpy ride to Heaven and back.

Get off me!

Chris, I've seen you in the shower. You won't be reaching Heaven.

- Screw you, Eleanor. - Without your beretta?

- Just shut the fuck up, all right? - She's only winding you up.

- You're so easy. - Shh... I've got another announcement.

I've got a placement with Grolier & Gaunt.

Hey, well done, dude.

Six months in Edinburgh, starting in September.

Edinburgh.

It's the top six practice. Oil rights, shipping, all the high-powered clients.

It's in Scotland, Paul.

Smile, everyone!

It's not ideal, obviously, but...

It's only a train ride away. At least not America or something.

- You could have spoken to me first. - Yeah.

Uh, no, I just found out this afternoon.

But look, look, look, you're right, I should have got you alone.

- What's up, guy? - Cue the lap dog.

Ah, Lukesta, what's up bro? So...

- What've you got for us? - I've got all sorts.

How's about a drop of the white stuff to kick us off?

- Paul first, definitely. - Oh, no, I shouldn't do it.

- Well, that's the whole point, mate. - Yes.

- Go on. - Okay.

- Been a good night? - Yes.

Keep up the good work.

Boy-O.

- What's up, Felix? - Nothing's up.

- You should make a move. - On Gemma?

End of term, mate, anything goes.

That's not true, actually. Certain things definitely do not "go."

No matter how much you may want them to.

It's just a matter of confidence.

And this is an area where I may be able to help you out.

I'm so horny.

Come on, let's do it dirty, any way you like.

- Hi, Gemma. - Hiya, Felix.

- Can I have a word? - Okay.

I mean, obviously, you're out of my league,

but I thought I'd ask just for clarification purposes.

Ask what?

If you'd like to go out with me sometime

for something like a coffee or a film?

Sit.

Paul.

I don't think of you in the same way as you suspected.

But I'm sure there's someone out there who does.

You just have to be brave and keep looking.

Okay, great, thanks.

Seriously, you're very sweet and polite.

Unlike certain people I know.

So why do you go out with him?

Truth or Dare, everyone.

10... 9... 8... 7... 6...

5... 4... 3... 2... 1...

Yeah, yeah, get over it.

Truth or Dare, Mr. Gimp?

Truth, probably.

- "Um, truth, probablah." - Truth it is.

Be nice.

So, Felix...

tell me...

if you had a golden ticket...

and you could pick any girl...

or any guy...

to take upstairs for a very quick,

no strings attached, no questions asked shag...

who would it be?

In fact, here...

it is.

Your "free shag" ticket.

Who's the lucky girl, Felix?

Who is it, Felix?

Who's the lucky girl, Felix?

I'm sorry.

I want to play, I want to play, come on.

Come on, let's play, Truth or Dare, bitch? You and me.

Put your knob away, Chris, we're just mucking about.

- Truth. Do I look like a muck to you? - No.

- So why're you pissing on my patch? - I was just...

- Ahem, I was just playing... - "I was just-just..."

- just playing the game. - Oh, just playing...

- You fancy your chances, do you? - No.

No? Well, we better find out what's on offer, then.

- I think Gem should know. - Just leave me alone!

You little shi...

Are you okay, Felix?

I mean, fucking crying, the big fucking girl!

You fucking crybaby doll, get off my fucking fanny!

That was intense.

- You are such a bastard. - And your point is?

Yeah, walk away like a little girl.

Cheers, geeze.

Yeah.

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So how was Christmas?

Pretty boring.

It's good to be out and about again.

- You didn't come to McGinty's. - No, I couldn't make it.

- Okay. - How was it?

Gemma was there.

So?

- I'm just saying is all. - You know she chucked me, right?

Yeah, I heard.

I am kinda kicking myself.

She was one sweet shag.

And they said romance was dead.

But it was all that bloody Felix's fault

Right, but that was months ago.

- You sure it's such a big deal? - Yeah, it was to her.

Said she'd seen the real me, blah-fucking-blah.

I tell you what, I wouldn't mind landing another couple of punches

on that twitchy little face of his.

So why exactly are we going to his birthday party then?

I don't know.

Free booze, good times, the usual? His parents supposed to have a fuck-off pad.

Yeah, it's huge.

Proper country house.

Old man's a judge.

Kind of hoping she's gonna be there.

♪ "Ready to Die" ♪ ♪ Cordelia Fellowes & Justin Goulay ♪

♪ Come on in and take a seat ♪

♪ And let me get you something to eat ♪

♪ You must be tired from lack of sleep ♪

♪ With all that death and all ♪

♪ Some might scream and send you away ♪

♪ But I'm just as happy ♪ ♪ for you here to stay ♪

♪ Till the time comes for my dying day ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm ready to die ♪

♪ Please don't rush your decision ♪

And the petrol, please.

It's, uh, ahem, £35.59.

♪ Ideally I'd like it to be payment ♪

♪ But give in mind my selfish ways ♪ ♪ and hedonistic things ♪

I feel like sex-on-a-stick in this outfit.

Lucky for Paul.

You'd think.

He's been back a couple of days now and we still haven't, um...

- Think he might've lost interest? - In you?

Hard to believe, right, honey?

- "The Hautbois family own..." - It's the Hautbois family.

- "Hautbois family..." - Yes.

"owns extensive properties in Cambridgeshire and Suffolk."

"Cedar Chase has been the family seat since the 17th century."

"The grounds..."

"include a private lake and several hundred acres of manageable land."

Bugger me, they're loaded.

What's this sudden obsession with money? It's not like any of us are paupers.

Well, El's father filed for bankruptcy over the summer.

Shit! I'm so sorry.

Doesn't buy you happiness though, right? I mean, look at Mr. Gimp, case in point.

Oh, he's all right. He's kinda cute.

In a sweaty, loser kind of way.

Uh, I know he brings out the maternal in you girls or something,

but honestly, I think... I think he's a creep.

Oh, you should write that in his birthday card.

Did, uh, you just use the word "maternal" to describe me?

♪ "Time Fades" ♪ ♪ Tallulah Rendall ♪

♪ You can lie for nothing ♪

♪ You can lie for free ♪

♪ Until your days grow old ♪

♪ Until your days grow old ♪

Are we sure this is the right place?

♪ And your lines grow thicker ♪

♪ Than the echo in your head ♪

♪ As you lie watching your life ♪

♪ She turns to pass you by ♪

♪ As time ♪

♪ fades ♪

♪ And your time (time) ♪ ♪ fades (fades) away (away) ♪

Woo!

Cor, my main man.

- You all right? - Yeah, to see you.

- Hello, boys. - Hi there, Gem.

- And hi, Chris. - Hi, Luke.

You guys been here long?

Just got 'ere.

So, uh, where's the party?

Hello!

Here we go.

Hi there, we've, uh... we've come for the party.

- The house is closed up. - Uh, we can see that, mate.

We're friends of Felix.

- Friends of Felix? - It's his birthday.

You want the keeper's cabin.

You'll have to follow the track through the woods about half a mile.

Right, uh, thanks.

You'll have to walk.

The track's too rough for city cars.

Oh, okay.

"Welcome to the country, folks."

- Is it just me or is this a bit spooky? - It's just you, pussy.

- What's that? - Do it!

It looks firm enough if we walk on the edge there.

- Uh, sod that, you're carrying me. - What?

Shoes, 300 quid, come on.

Down you go.

Spoken like a true lady.

Paul, be careful! Luke, my shoes! Quickly, before they fall in the mud!

- Oh, my goodness! - Ugh... elegance. Elegance!

Hop on.

Right, here we go.

So...

How've you been?

Good.

Great, actually.

- You? - Okay.

Course has definitely been an eye-opener

Really?

Yeah, you meet all these different kinds of people.

I mean, most of 'em work their arses off to get what we just take for granted.

Makes you realise you're not quite as special as you once thought.

Bloody hell, Chris, that was bordering on self-deprecation.

Is it working?

You haven't changed at all, have you?

- What's the matter? - Not funny...

Great.

Hi.

- I'm Justin. - Ding dong.

- Felix's brother. - Hi.

Sorry about the mud.

- Hi, I'm Gemma. - Nice to meet you.

I'm Chris. All right, mate.

Right, um...

To explain, there's been a bit of a cock-up.

Uh, Felix was due back yesterday, but he ended up getting stuck abroad.

- In Chile, of all places. - Chile?

Y-Yes, I know, it's bizarre. Uh, he's been volunteering on a hospital project,

having a fantastic time, by all accounts

The birthday bash was meant to be a surprise, and...

well, then, his flight got cancelled.

I've been ringing around putting people off,

but I haven't done a very good job of it

evidently.

So, there's no party?

I'm really sorry.

But look, there-there's plenty to drink, plenty to eat, um, places to crash.

Youre more than welcome to hang out here tonight, in fact I hope that you will.

I know that Felix would approve.

Come on, uh, let's do this. Uh, Luke, it is, uh, Luke, right?

Yeah, that's right.

Grand. Grab six glasses, my friend. I'm cracking open the bubbly.

Let's have a party, then.

- He is horny. - He's okay.

Look at him. He's like a cage fighter, all wiry and feral.

- And rich too, don't forget. - Ah... he's perfect.

If only he wasn't talking to your boyfriend.

What boyfriend?

You do actually love Paul, don't you?

Honey, right now, I can't even remember his name.

So what do you do, Justin?

- I'm an Army man. - Wow, respect.

- Seen any combat? - Afghanistan.

Three tours. Can't seem to get enough of the blood and dust.

So you're with Eleanor, right?

For my sins, yes. Though, I'm not... I'm not convinced it's going anywhere.

- And we've done it but considering I... - Are you and Gemma an item?

- got back... - Why? You interested?

No. No, she's not my type. She's right up Felix's street though.

Yeah, right.

What's the joke?

You think she's too good for him?

Well, he made a move at the end of summer term. Didn't work out too well.

- Nitrous? - Yes, please.

No. More booze for me.

Seems all right?

"Seems" being the operative word, mate.

This will cheer you up.

Shame Felix can't be here, he's always talking about you guys.

Really?

Yeah. I mean, you're his friends, right?

Yes, we are his very, very, very good friends, aren't we?

Good old Mr. Felix.

So, tell us about Chile. Musta been a big decision.

Uh, the family thought it would do him good. Toughen him up finally.

Make him big and strong like his big brother.

Oh, my God. You have to feel this. It's like a rock, Gemma.

You'll have to excuse her.

- She isn't house-trained. - No, seriously, come on, have a big...

- I'm so sorry. - That's all right.

I'll sort it out.

My God.

Go on.

Oh, sorry.

Hi, there.

You've got a lot of scars.

I've been in a lot of scrapes.

What about that one?

That was teenage experiment.

Wanted to see if I could take the pain.

And could you?

Comfortably.

We're gonna do some balloons.

I've got a better idea.

Truth or Dare?

Dare.

Any suggestions?

I think we need to sex this party up a bit.

- What do you think, boys? - Yes.

I can do sexy.

Eleanor...

I dare you...

to give Gemma...

a long...

hot, wet kiss on the mouth.

- Tongues? - Absolutely.

Excuse me, do I get a say in this?

- No, no, no, no, no... - Rules of the game, babe.

Oh, yeah, I've still got it.

And I hope you're not expecting me and Chris to do that.

We don't need any of that queer shit.

Yeah, that-that-that's what I'm saying.

I get enough of that in the army.

Okay, stop being weird and spin the bloody bottle.

Truth or Dare, Gemma?

Um... I don't know, truth.

Will you take me back?

- This is not the time. - It's the perfect time. Truth, Gemma.

- I love you. - Oh, shit, Chris.

Give me another chance.

You know you want to.

No! Sorry.

Serious buzzkill, Chris.

- I say the moment's passed, mate. - Yeah.

I choose truth.

- Felix isn't in Chile. - So...

where is he?

Well, what happened was that he hung himself.

What?

He hung himself.

Right here, from that crossbeam there.

- Is this a joke, mate? - No joke, mate.

It's what happened.

I'm in Afghanistan stewing in sweat and fear and blood.

And when I get home, my kid brother's found swinging from the rafters.

The groundsman cut him down.

True story.

But this is terrible.

It's been hushed up, naturally, 16 generations of French Catholics.

Suicide's about as shameful as it gets, not to menton a faggot cop-out.

So why are we here?

I need to get the bottom of it.

Family honour's at stake.

I need to know what happened.

So...

there's no party and it's just us,

and what, this is some sort of set up?

You're his friends.

I thought you might be able to help.

- Come on, Paul. We're going. - I can't drive. I'm pissed.

There was a party at the end of the summer term.

I think something might have happened there.

He topped himself, mate. It's sad but it happens.

I don't see what we can do about it.

And you shouldn't have got us to come here under false pretenses.

That's just out of order.

This was in his pocket.

Did any of you send it?

This is the key. This is what drove him to it.

"Truth or Dare, bitch!"

What does this mean?

I mean, you're his friends, you must have some idea.

I've heard enough of this. I'm leaving. Who's coming?

- But we can't take the cars. - Yeah, well, we can take our chances.

I'm not finish yet, Chris.

Well, I am.

Step aside.

I can't do that.

- Oh, my God! - Just take it easy, take-take it easy.

- Justin, don't! - Don't what?

Do this?

This is what happens when people don't follow orders.

Luke, chairs, bring them.

Do it!

Justin, I don't know what it is you think we've done

but really, you've got this wrong, all wrong. We haven't done anything.

- You need to stop this. - Gemma, quiet.

Eleanor! Gemma! Take a seat.

This is it, isn't it? This is why we're here?

I said take a seat.

Luke!

Their hands. Bind them.

No phone calls, people. Use some bloody common sense.

Luke, bring over the other chairs.

Snap to it!

Then collect up their car keys and their mobile phones.

There's a lock box on the workbench.

Chris...

I know you're waiting, mate.

Picking the right moment.

This is not that moment.

I'm quicker than you and I've got a gun.

And, uh, I absolutely won't miss. Now, I need you to get up slowly,

and you'll go to that chair, with your hands behind your back, and sit down.

Can you do that for me?

You don't have to say anything.

Just nod if you're cool.

I just need you...

on that chair.

You brought this...

on yourselves, guys.

But it can all be over very soon.

I just need one of you to own up to sending the postcard...

- and then we're all done here. - We don't know who sent the postcard.

- Please, we don't know. - He doesn't care if we know or not.

He just wants to screw with us.

- Don't you? - You got a few moments to talk it over.

I'll be outside.

But I'll be watching.

Luke...

with me.

Did you send the postcard, Luke?

No way, man.

I hardly knew your brother.

No offence.

I'm just a "party guy", I bring the drugs and mix the drinks.

Shallow as fluck, seriously.

They should be thanking you, Luke.

If you hadn't have helped out, things might have got a bit more...

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