All language subtitles for The Hole (2001)

Which number do you require?

Behind me is Brabourne School where news
is just in that the missing teenagers

have been found after 18 days.
Now, the waiting is finally over.

The 4 teenagers attend Brabourne School
where fees are in excess

of 30.000 dollars a year.
- There are unconfirmed reports that they

have all been taken to a local hospital
where their families have been

anxiously waiting.

Michael Steel, son of rock guitarist
Stevie Steel, was one of the missing.

Lizzie, my Lizzie. Liz, Liz?

Liz! See you inside.
- He's going to kill us.

Liz, Liz, Liz.
- No, stop.

Hi. l'm Doctor Horwood.
l'm here to help you.

Thanks.

Don't put me on Prozac or Lithium.
l'm not crazy.

lt's just my mum, she won't listen.

l'll listen.

Do l have to talk about it today?
- You make it sound so terrible.

lf you trust me and you work with me
l really think

l can help you feel better.

So we do this at your speed, yeah?
We can stop at any time.

l won't lie to you, this is going to be
difficult, but l know that

you're brave enough to get through it.

Let's try a breathing exercise.
lt might seem really stupid,

but let's just give it a bash, ok?

Take a nice deep breath.
Feel your lungs fill up with air.

Good. Drop your shoulders. And when you
exhale, tell all the muscles in

your body to relax. And whenever you
feel ready, just start to speak. Ok?

This is how it works at Brabourne.
lf you want to exist you have to

be pretty you have to be thin,

everyone else is wallpaper.

For years l was a nobody.
l watched the world from the edges

and learnt not to dream.
- Oh, is he?

My best friend, Martin, didn't care.
His philosophy was, take everything

you can from them. He said that greed
makes them easy to control.

lt made him powerful.
But then the world changed.

Get ready, girls.
Mike Steel is single again.

Oh my God.

Mike Steel American.
The son of a rock star.

The missing part of my soul.

Please get up.
Please, please be ok. Get up.

Sorry, mate. l see why this lot
need to wear body armour.

lt's a homoerotic thing. All that
aggression out here, and then all that

steam and soap in the shower afterwards.
- That's disgusting.

Right, you two. Off!

Maybe Geoff will be Mike's new bride.
- For your information, Martin,

he's dating a supermodel called Amber.
- For yours, he's not.

You lie.
- Don't you live here?

Haven't you noticed that everyone's
a blonde with cherry lip gloss?

There's an invasion of Amber clones.
lt's passed you by. Thank God for that.

Last woman with a brain in Brabourne.
- He's single?

Half a brain. Yes.

Oh, not you too, Liz.
Please don't lose it.

l didn't know.
- You wouldn't think he was so perfect

if you knew him. He shits and farts
like the rest of us, he's just

a fuck of a lot less interesting.
- l can't help it, it's an egg thing.

When l look at Mike l see the face
of an angel and the soul of a poet.

l need him.
- No. No, you love me.

lt's a Martin Taylor fact. Has there
been a day in the last 5 years

that we haven't talked?
- But you're more like a gay friend

than a boyfriend.
- But l'm not gay!

Yeah, right.

lt's the end of term.
l've got some grateful exes to call

and most importantly l am out of here.

Hello, there is the small matter
of the geography field trip.

Bentley, school gates, Friday.
Off to LA. Bye. Nice time.

Oh, you are such a jockey Stevie will
have a shit fit if you don't go.

What, you think l'm gonna tell him?
l'll go in a hotel. He'll never know.

My arse. Tabloids are gagging for you.

You are having a wet weekend
in Wales with no hot water,

fish paste sandwiches and ten mile tabs,

like it or not.
- Ah, that's awful dark, Geoffrey.

Shit, l don't want to go either.

We have to ditch.
l'm serious, this could kill me.

Frankie's not going. She saw wellies on
the kit list and nearly had a seizure.

Well, how'd she get out of it?
- Well, she saw Martin Taylor.

Frankie?

Frankie? l need to talk to you.

Come.

What's she done this time?
- My hair, it's all gone wrong.

l've messed up.

Let me see.

Did your mobile give you a tumour?
- Do you mind?

My course work doesn't write itself,
you know.

What is it?
- lntensive conditioner. lt should have

you sorted in 20 minutes.
What did you use?

Peroxide.
- Well, where from?

The lab.
- Oh, Lizzie.

l just thought if l was a blonde,
like Amber, then...

l don't think that doing stuff to
yourself is make a difference to Mike.

No, l know.
- Oh, don't worry about it.

Trust me, he's not that wonderful.

Frankie? Thanks.

l know you don't have to be nice to me.
- Don't worry about it.

My life has no meaning.
- Come in, make yourself at home.

l love him and he doesn't
even know l exist.

l hate seeing you like this.
Hey, l can cheer you up.

l've got chocolate.

Martin, you don't understand.
You've never been in love,

you've never had the pain.

Oh God, l feel like l'm dying.

l can help you.

Really?
- Really.

Welcome to my office.
Now this is a need to-know operation.

Can you do it or not?
- No field trip. No parents,

no paparazzi? l can do anything.
And...

l'm adding one to your number.
A kindred spirit.

Martin knew that the school and our
parents always believed each other.

He called it ''The Unholy Alliance''.
So, if our parents thought we were

going to Wales and the school thought
we were going home

they'd never question it.

Aye aye, here come the troops.

Jesus, you're late. Did anyone see you?

Just back from the Himalayas?

Liz, Frankie you know.
Geoff, l'm sure you've heard of.

None of it is true.
- Except that one about the butter.

That's true. And Mike.

Well, here's nothing. l'm not spending
all weekend sitting on a tree trunk.

You can't see the wood for the trees.

ls he taking the piss?
Are you taking the piss Martin?

l could snap your neck like that!
- lt's right here. Can't you see it?

You have about 10 seconds.
- lt's right beneath your feet.

Oh, yes, Martin? Watch out, ladies.

Oh, dear. Oh, are you all right
Hey, l'm coming down. Hang on.

Oh my God, how cool.
- Hello.

Yee-ha. Whoo. Oh, man.
- Shit, how deep is it?

Man, where'd you get the key?
- Wouldn't you like to know.

And what is this?
- You know the old war bunker over there?

This is the escape hatch.
- You're so weird, dude.

Will you have to close it? l need

fresh air to keep my skin clear.
- Oh, right, it looks beautiful.

Oh, stop it.
- You don't wanna be found, do you?

No, we certainly don't.
Nice one. See you later.

You're going in there?
- Of course l'm going in there.

See you inside.
- The power's on the left.

Oh, man, what is hat stench?

lt looks like a tomb.
- And?

And l ain't going in there. Ah.
Like l care what you think.

Can't be any worse than Wales, right?

Me next.
- That's practical, Frankie.

Did you get that smell? What is that?
- Jesus, man.

All right?
- Yeah.

You all right? Watch out for that bit.

Oh, man. Mikey, look at this, man.

Check this out, this is huge!
Look at that. What is that stuff?

Ladies, you are gonna love it down here.
l'll get them to send it up

to your room, Frankie.
- Shut up, Geoffrey. Be careful with it.

This way.
- Jesus, it's so dark.

Right, l'm going first.
- Oh God.

Yeah. The ladder stops, mate.
Oh, no, it's cool, it's just...

Here, do you need light?
- Yeah, shine it down here.

Enjoy the Mike Steel experience.

Do you think he'll fall in love with me?
- Just be careful.

Liz, watch the step.
- Mate, take a look at the pit.

Here, pass the rucksack.
- You guys all right?

Yeah, we're cool, cheers.
- Close the door.

Bye-bye, Martin. Bye-bye.
- Stop. No, put the lights on.

l'm here, Frankie, calm down.

Can you put the lights on? l don't like
it. Can't you find the light switch?

Would you look at lights. What do
you think, girls? What do you think?

Pretty damn good.

Ah, oh my God, Geoff. l shot you in the
back like six times, dude. You're dead.

You're in the way!

Die, scum. Get out of the way.

Get out of the way of the woman.
Get out of the way of the lady.

Get out of the way of the lady.

You're gonna die.
- No.

Would you mind if l boiled some water
for my pasta?

No, not at all. Do you want to go first?
- Yeah. Sure. Cheers, l'll...

lt's great stuff. lt's got this hole
down the middle so it cooks quickly.

Have you got a pan l can borrow?

There you go.
- Cheers.

What are you having on that?
- Nothing.

You can't have pasta and nothing.
That's nice. That's really nice.

l've got salt. Do you want some?
- Pasta and salt? No. Thanks, though.

What are you having then?
- Not really hungry.

Eventually.
- Didn't really bring anything.

So you didn't bring any food?
- Got a bit of gum.

How do you expect to survive for 3 days?
- lt slipped my mind. l mean, it just

didn't occur to me, you know.
- Oh, ok, so food slipped your mind?

l've got food. l've got sausages, beans

and noodles. Plenty for everyone.
You can have as much as you want.

You have sausages?

Do you have tomato sauce?

Some.
- You enjoy your pasta, ok?

l'm having sausages

with Liz. Tonight.

Frankie?
- No, no, thanks.

l'm on a diet. l've got fibre pills
to stop me feeling hungry.

Ok, it's my turn. My friend was driving
his girlfriend in his Ferrari

What? Who do you know with a Ferrari?
- Bob.

Bob and Sally.
- Oh Bob. Bob and who?

Mike, don't!
Bob and Sally went for a drive,

but they ran out of petrol in nowhere.
Bob went out to try and find some

and Sally was left in the car. So she
switched on the radio and they said

that there was, like, this crazy madman
on the loose but she was really tired

and so she fell asleep.
- Man with a hook was on the roof.

With Bob's head on a stick.
- On a hook.

No, this really happened!
- Oh yeah, yeah, Frankie.

Ok, l've got one for you.
Make you cack your pants.

What?
- Shut up, man.

Something happens to Martin.
Doesn't come back for us.

Told ya.

That's sick.
- Possible.

Don't be stupid.
- Geoff, you shouldn't say that.

What if you make it happen?
- How can l make anything happen?

You'll jinx us.
- How?

Well, it's tempting fate.
- Oh, please, how does that work?

Lizzie?
- l'm a scientist.

l don't believe in fate.
- Mike?

l'm a Scientologist. l'm with Liz.
- Well, fine. But if anything happens to

Martin, then it's Geoff's fault, ok?
- lf that's what it takes to get you

to shut up about it, then fine.
- So is my story the best or what?

Ole ole, ole, ole
- Liz?

Liz? What happened on the third day?

Don't you want to know what we did?
- Martin was supposed to let you out?

Liz? Liz?
- l don't know.

What don't you know?
- What happened.

You're quite safe here. Deep breaths.
Look at me. lt's the third day.

You're all packed
and ready to go, right?

What's the time now?
- Same as when you asked 2 minutes ago.

lf 2 minutes have passed, can it?
- lt's three thirty-two then.

So then, where is he? The field trip's
supposed to be back in 30 minutes.

l have a driver waiting. This is so...

lf he's been hit by a bus and he's in a
Coma, can't tell anyone where we are?

Oh, please.
- What if he's dead?

He's not dead! l'll call him.
What's his number?

No they don't work down here.
- Here, look, let me try.

Are you getting anything?
- No, nothing.

You know what maybe give it a shot up,
up by the door.

Does it work?
- No, nothing.

You've jinxed us. l knew you would.
- This is a wind up.

No, this is your fault.
- Hey, you guys have you ever thought

that maybe the traffic's heavy?
- lt's cool, l'm not worried.

Help. Help.

Liz, Liz, it's fine.
Everybody just calm

What do you think l'm trying to do?
Please. Shut up and let me get on

with it. Stinking mad.
- Hey! Hey. Hit it with the pipe there.

l'll tell you what, why don't

you have a go, darling?
- Go on, have a go!

Ok, so, they haven't found us.
They know we never went to Wales.

As far as they're concerned we have
a 3 day head start. Which means they

could be covering a 3 day radius
of the school.

That covers like, the whole world.

Now?
- We're being held to ransom until Martin

says so. We can't do anything.
- Oh, no don't say that. l mean,

he could just be ill.
lsn't that right, Lizzie?

l don't know.
- But why? l mean, why would he do this

to us? We're his friends.

Are we?
ls he really your friend, Frankie?

l know he's not mine. Think about it.
l don't know a thing about Martin.

And he has no morals, no ethics.
Everything's just a game to him.

What, so this is a game? Oh, that's
great, that's fucking wonderful.

Oh my God, l paid for this.
- Yeah, but he's careful nothing's left

to chance. Right now we're trapped

because he wants us trapped.
- Why?

Well, l guess we're gonna find out.

Liz, look at me.
- He didn't come back.

Martin didn't come back.

You cracked it, l knew you would.
Now, right after l got your message

l told the lads, this fucking great
cheer went up. Good job, Doc.

The hunt for the kidnapper of the
teenagers took an unexpected turn today

as it was announced that the police have
arrested a pupil from the school.

The boy, who cannot be named for legal
reasons was located in the

Dominican Republic where it is believed
he was on holiday with his family.

l've put together a very rough character
sketch based on the information that we

have. Locking the children in suggests
that we have a sociopathic personality.

He think what he's done is not wrong,
he probably thinks he's above the law,

better than all of us. Right now he's
probably creating a very strong alibi.

The longer he has to conjure up this
fiction, the harder it's to crack.

And if you want a confession,
you're going to have to act quickly.

So when the police arrest Martin
will they put him in a cell?

l presume so.

Good, l hope they do.

Let's see how he likes it.

All right, let's start.
- Hang on.

Ok, l'm ready.

Can we talk?
- Sure. Shall l come over there?

Ok.

Can l get in?

What's up? Can't sleep?

lt, it's about Martin.

l think he's watching us.

l saw a shadow pass the slat.
lt could be nothing,

l could be wrong but l think
it might have been him

checking up on us.
- lt probably is him.

lt's so funny you know,
Stevie sent me here to protect me

from the nut-jobs at home.

l think l know what Martin's doing.

Go on.

Martin wants me to see
that it was stupid of me

to like you when l don't even know you.
He wants me to hate you.

We're still down here because he was
wrong. He hates being wrong, so we're

stuck down here until he's right.
- Hold on.

You knew this would happen,
even before we came down here?

No, of course not.

But it's the only explanation
l can think of.

But what difference does it make?

He likes you, doesn't he?

Yeah. Since we were eleven.

One of those.
- Yeah.

But you

like me?

Yeah. Sorry.

Don't worry about it.

But how does he know you don't hate me?

l mean l don't l mean,
how could he work that out

from a split second at he door?

l don't know.

What is it?

What?

ls that what l think it is?
- Yeah.

Are there more?

Try that one over there.

Which one?
- This one.

He's covered the whole place.

Frankie, what's going on? What is it?
Liz, it's the middle of the night. What?

She needs a doctor.
- Well, that's obvious.

l thought you were supposed to be smart.

l bet it's that dirty toilet water
that's making her ill.

lt's not my fault.
- Yes, it is!

This is shit. This is the worst time
l've ever had. l hope

l never see you again.
- lt's not that bad.

No, things are very bad. l mean am l
the only one who can smell the toilet?

l mean, l've been polite,
but who left the monster log

that we can't fucking flush?

We're fucked and it's all
your fucking fault.

Why me?
- Because he's your best friend!

Yeah!
- More, more.

About me.

l should have never came down here.
As soon as l saw you, you fucking geeky

little fucking bitch l should have
turned the other fucking way.

Just stay the fuck away from me
you fucking loser.

You're not so great yourself, you know.
You're full of shit.

What are you, anyway?
You're just a face and hair.

Oh, shut up you

fucking comebag!

We waited and waited
and nothing happened.

But it worked.
The next morning Mike woke me up,

and the door was open.

We were so happy. We were out.

We all grabbed each other
and just stood in the light.

lt was over. We'd beaten him. We'd won.

What Martin didn't realise
was that l'd even won Mike.

We ran up as quickly as we could.
Mike gave me a great big hug and he said

''You saved us''.
''You saved us all''.

Here we are.

Right. Well done.
l told you you'd get through it.

How do you feel?
- Lighter.

Last night, l even closed the door
all the way and l didn't panic.

Excellent.
You've made a lot of progress.

We've still got a lot of work to do.
- Oh.

Yeah, but you'll get there. lt's,
it's really good l'll see you later.

Ok? Bye.
- Bye.

Yeah, Tom here.
- Oh, Tom, it's Philippa.

Listen, she thinks she spent
the last week in fucking Disneyland.

l'm sorry, l didn't see it coming.
- l'll get a confession out of Martin.

l mean, how delusional can she be?

So, l suppose you've got fingerprints,
then? DNA? CCTV footage of me creeping

around or a stack of witnesses
with twenty-twenty?

Do you even have a motive?
A bloody good reason why l should

bother to lock up a bunch of socialites
and throw away the key however

tempting that might be?
- What did you do on the last scool-day.

ls she deaf? ls she thick? l mean,
can they really keep asking

the same question hour after hour?

Please, just so we're clear.

l got up at seven a. m. as usual.
l cleaned my teeth and had a shit.

l was down at breakfast
by seven-twenty a. m. as usual

the matron ticked me off the list.

l had two slices of cold toast with
warm butter and sweet tea as usual.

l returned to my study and arrived
at the school minibus at eight a. m.

and was sat on the minibus
by eight-o-five.

l sat beside the driver
because l wanted to sit on my own.

We left for the station at eight-thirty
a. m. and arrived at a not unreasonable

eight forty-five a. m. l bought a
Telegraph and a KitKat and then caught

my train promptly at nine-o-five from
platform two. l was alone until Charing

Cross where l was met by my mother
who parked the car in the wrong area

and got a ticket as usual.

Martin, we know why you did it,
how you did it, the whole fucking lot.

Elizabeth has told us everything.

Well l knew she was fucked in the head,
but l didn't realise she was vicious.

Well, you, you know Liz hates me?
You do know that, don't you?

Thanks for taking me home
l can't wait to get into my own bed.

You'll feel better once
you get back into your old routine.

Now if you need anything day or night,
just call me, all right?

You can go back any time you want.

l have to get back to the real world.
You said so yourself.

You really don't know anything,
do you? Liz and Frankie

are best friends.
They're thick as thieves.

Are you sure?
- They're practically the same person!

Boring, vain,
shallow enough to paddle in.

But Liz is the really nasty one.
Do you have a pen?

This is how it is at Brabourne. lf you
want to exist you either have to be a

bitch or a complete slut.
- What is it?

Amber dumped Mike half an hour ago.

Oh, fuck.

Come on. lt's your big chance,
what you've been waiting for.

Oh my God, l'm going to be sick.
- Move quick, girl or you'll be

auditioning with every peekaboo slut
from London up.

l don't just want him

l really want him, Frankie.

l've got a plan.
- Let's hear it.

We go to the beach again, but this
time we camp out for a few days.

lt'd be perfect, the sea air, the stars.
- l hate beaches.

All that sand up your crack, nowhere to
pee apart from the ocean. And it dries

out the complexion. l look 40 if l spend
10 minutes and you want me to go there?

Remember that place we found
and said it would be great for a party?

The S and M dungeon
Martin tried to take you to?

What if we did that? l could get Mike
pretty much on his own for a few days

and we could even ask Geoff for you.
- The four of us?

Yeah. A private party, the end of term.
Me, you, Mike and Geoff.

Oi, oi, Frankie.

Dangerous place for a lady.
- lf you say so.

Out. Neil, out. She's not here for you.
Couldn't have come at a better time.

l'm ready if you are.
How would you like to go to the best

private party of your life?
- Are you going?

lt's my party. -How private?
- You me Mike and Liz.

Mike never mentioned it.
- That's cos you're inviting him.

l don't know if l could do that.
-3 days absolutely extracurricular.

Your parents don't know and the school
doesn't know. What we do would be

our own business.
But if you're too pussy

then l'll ask someone else.
- l never said l wasn't interested.

ln or out, Geoff?
- ln.

But you have to bring Mike.
- l'll speak with His Highness. Anything?

Put your knob away.

Go.
- D'you do it?

Yeah, done.

lt will be great.

Please.
- Man, l'm telling you,

this is different.
This is ten out of ten.

Frankie and Liz. Real ten out of ten.
- So what, you're gonna go home to

an empty house and fuck the maid
all Easter again?

You haven't seen the maid.

Plus Amber won't know where you are.

Won't be able to find you.

She'll assume you're having a more
exciting time with more famous people.

Drive her nuts.
- All right, l'm in.

When you're convinced of your own
absolute superiority you don't need

help from mere mortals like me you can
fuck things up all by yourself.

So there you have it. l thank you.
- What time did you lock them?

Because l know you did it.
- How dare you be this wrong

and this fucking pigheaded! How dare
you put my mother through this bullshit.

l mean, how do you know it was me?
l'm dying to know. Come on.

One of them is lying, l have to talk
to her. Why wait when this girl

can tell me what l need to know.
- But if you start demanding things from

her she's likely to go back to silence.
- Well, that's a risk l have to take.

ln twelve hours he walks.
- Tom if you say one word to her

l will fucking kill you. Just let me go.

l'll get the answers.

He's going to get away with it, right?
- No, you mustn't think like that.

Did he ever keep a diary or journal
or anything like that?

l don't think so.

Did he have any kind
of secret hiding place?

No, l don't know. Why?

What's wrong?

You're not going to let him out, or?
- l'm afraid that's not my decision.

He's gonna come after me!
- No, he won't Liz, you're safe.

ls he out now?
- No, but he will be in a few hours.

A few hours!
You said l'd be safe.

You are safe.
- l trusted you.

But you've just been pretending the
whole time because you're paid to!

That's not true.
- Leave me alone!

l can help you.

Nice one.

You don't want to be found, do you?

Sweeties. Geoff, pass it up.

Give it here, come on, give it here.
- You want it? You got it, baby.

Hi.

So who do you want first?

What are you talking? l'm dancing.
- Wrong approach mate.

Frankie, l've got something for you.

Oh, fuck off, Geoffrey.
- Stop being such a fucking tourist.

l am not. Jesus.
- ls there sex or not?

Not. Especially not with you.

Yeah?
- And especially not in here.

l mean, have you seen how dirty it is?
- Yeah, l have.

And why would there be sex?
l mean, what have you done for me?

No, l don't think so. Sorry.

Look, Frankie, you know we've had a

lot of anticipation
and it's been medically proven

that you know, this kind of teasing
can really ruin a young man's nuts.

Fuck off, l have heard this all before!
- So you have to.

Hello.
- Hello.

l need some more.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

l'm going first.

Come on, get it off. Come on.

Oh, careful, it's expensive.

Now l've wanted to see this for the
last four years. Frankie.

l've had this. lt's ok.

What, seven eight out of ten?
- Mmm, four.

Oh, thank you.
- Frankie!

We were, what, thirteen?
l mean, it was a one night stand,

it wasn't exactly memorable.
- l'm a lot better now.

But you liked it.
- Uh-huh.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Fucking nut-job.
- Yes, oh, yes, Lizzie! Thank you.

How does it go?
- That's it, no more free feels.

What am l meant to do with the old man?
- Suck it off, big boy.

Whoa. Ten out of ten!
- What?

What, what did she do? Oh, go on, give
us a look, Franks. What did she do?

Nothing, Geoff, nothing.
- Oh, come on, Frankie, do it again.

Forget it, it's supposed to be a party.
lt's a shit party,

but it's a party none the less.
- You always get to see everything.

Why's it always you?
- Can't we have the light on?

No! l can't sleep if it's light.
- Well, it's too dark to sleep.

How can it be too dark? Shut your eyes,
what's the difference?

Well, l can't tell when my eyes are
open or closed, it's so fucking dark!

Oh, shit.
- lt's only me.

Never fear,

Geoff's here.
- Can we get some sleep, please?

Will you shut up!

What are you doing?

Turn the light off.

She must have spent days picking
the lock, but she did it.

She beat him and l'll beat him too.
He had a website called ''Disciples of

Chaos'' full of anarchist bullshit about
disrupting stock exchanges, air

traffic control, the web itself.
l'm gonna nail him.

l don't think he's angry enough
to have done it.

Hi. Thanks for meeting me.
- No problem. Shall we go straight there?

Sure.
- lt's just up the hill.

l'm not great with small spaces.
- Neither am l. l can't stand them.

But believe me, that will be the least
of your worries when you get down there.

What were they doing here?
- They were trying to have a good time.

With plenty of booze and party lights.
- The prime suspect has been released

without charge. The police have yet
to make any formal statement and it

is understood that their investigations
are proceeding satisfactorily.

The families have requested
that the press res...

God.

But you can't go, the trip doesn't
get back for another two days.

Mate, you said you'd do this.
- Fuck the trip.

Fuck things up for the rest of us.
- Do you know what?

The thing is, l don't know what to do.
- Please, don't go, you'll ruin all.

l'm not gonna stay down here and listen
to you 2 fuck each other's brains out

all weekend, ok? No, l don't think so.
- l'm trying.

l'm leaving, too.

Oh, not you as well.
- l'm not playing gooseberry.

Are you going straight home? We could
stop by the station and get a pizza.

l'm starving.
- No, thanks though.

Trains go to London all the time.
- Yeah, no. l know.

Look, l'm, l'm gonna go by Amber's,
see if l can patch things up.

lt's been awful between us.
- Amber? But she humiliated you.

How the fuck would you know anything
about that? Enjoy yourselves l'm out.

Hey, Mikey. You're weird, mate.

Mate, you said you'd do this.
- And you said it would be fun.

You are gonna have a great weekend.
You're gonna get laid.

lt's gonna be fun. Enjoy this.
- Come on, Mike, please. Stay.

You're gonna have a great time.
You'll be here completely by yourselves.

Enjoy it, all right?
- l hate him.

What's up, Liz?
- l can't open the door.

Can you move out of the way?

Watch this.
- Fuck! lt won't open.

Well, push it you twat.
- No. The handle's stuck.

Oh, you are such a donkey, Mike.
Liz, down. Let me sort it out.

You are such a cretin, Mike.
- Look, l'm not fucking retarded, ok?

The fucking door won't open.
- Oh, get out the way.

Who was the last one down?
- Geoff.

How fucking hard did you slam it?
- lt wasn't me, it was Liz.

lt's a heavy door, it slammed itself.
- Doors don't slam themselves locked.

Sorry, l didn't know we'd get stuck.
- This is bullshit.

You're sorry? What the fuck
do we do while you're sorry,

or do we just fucking rot?
- l guess we just wait to be found.

ln 2 days my parents are gonna be up,
waiting for me. And if l'm not there,

they know l never went on the field
trip, that l told them a pack of lies.

l'm gonna be up to my arse in shit!
- Good fucking job, asshole.

Well how long before we're found, Liz?
- l don't know.

Shit, l am in so much trouble.
- Perfect.

Help! Anyone, help!

Somebody try the glass. We have to do
something that might open the door.

Fucking bitch! You fucking bitch!

You all right?
Why don't we sit down.

Thanks.

lt's been a nightmare for forensics.
They can barely lift a usable print.

lt's gonna take us 6 months to sift
through all the hair and fibre.

What about the listening devices?
- The kids probably mistook the small

air vents for microphones.
Lack of food and water would have made

them totally confused and paranoid.

So, do you have anything
to tie Martin Taylor to the scene?

Not yet.

But he will have left something
somewhere. And we'll find it.

Right.

Thanks.
- Ok.

Open the door. You bitch!
Open the door!

Liz.

Liz!

Sorry! l'm sorry, l'm sorry!
- Bullshit! Bullshit!

l'm sorry.
- How could you do this to me, Lizzie?

You fucking betrayed me.
- No,

they let you go. l knew they would.
- They won't leave me alone.

They want me for the whole thing.
- They can't prove anything.

lf they could they would have done.
- But you grassed me up, you bitch.

Hello?

Hello?

What happened?

You've gotta get me out of here, please.
l don't feel safe.

l don't want to be alone.
l don't feel safe.

All right. All right.
Liz, Liz, come on.

Calm down, all right?
Take a deep breath. Come on, calm down.

Listen, l can help you, but you've
gotta stop playing games.

The Police and l need to know what
happened, we don't care how terrible

your story is, we need the truth.
- l want to know the truth, too.

l want to go back to the hole.

Absolutely not. No way.

Keep getting glimpses of what happened.
l'll be doing something like tying

my laces and l'll turn around
and l'll see Frankie.

But when l try to remember, l can't.
There's nothing.

Nothing at all.

And l don't know what happened.

l want to know, but l can't remember.

Do you want to be re-admitted?
And we can work through this.

No.

l need to go back to the hole.

There's no escape, Tom. Mrs Dunn called
again. Moaning Doctor Horwood's run away

with her child. Threatening to call the
press Police Complaints Commission if

we don't get off our arses and find her.
- All right. But l bet you

they're having a pizza somewhere.
- Do you want the rest?

Go on. Amaze me.
- Yeah, l will. lt's about Martin Taylor.

Come on. Come on.

Looks different.

l don't even feel
as if l've been here before.

Liz?

Liz?

Hey, Mikey? You're weird mate.

You are the cretin, Mike.
- Come on dude, you're getting laid

and you're getting laid.
lt's gonna be a great time.

We weren't locked in from the outside.

Shit, l am in so much trouble!

Fuck! Shit!
l don't believe the stupid.

Did you try the glass?

What could l do?
l couldn't let him leave.

Carry on.

Guys, guys. The water's gone off.
- Are you sure?

l just went for a drink
and there's no water.

What? What's happened?

After you start to feel thirsty
you'll find yourself

feeling impatient.
Maybe even a little sick.

Then your pulse starts to go up.

Then there's the headaches dizziness

and when it gets bad
your vision will blur

and you'll find it hard to walk
and talk.

Your tongue swells up.
Your skin shrivels.

You twitch.

You go deaf.

And then you die.

How long does this take?
- From when we run out of water

about three or four days.
- How do you know all this?

Army cadets.

Liz, Lizzie.

Lizzie, it's gonna be fine.
lt's gonna be ok, Liz.

l mean, we're bound to get rescued.
God, they'll find us.

Next week we'll be down the pub
and we'll be having a laugh.

l promise you.
- And l'm buying all right?

lt's gonna be all right.
- And we'll go out

and buy lots of new things.
- And there's all of those

exciting exams to look forward to.
- Can we look on the positive side?

l've got a hard on for those exams.
- You've got a hard on for everything.

Not for you, mate.

l'm ok.

Have you ever loved someone so much
that you

didn't care what happened to yourself?

You just had to be with them.

lf they look at you your heart stops.

lf you feel their

breath on your skin you just ache.

Have you ever craved someone so much

that you didn't exist any more?

No.

Well, l have.

Guys?

Hey, guys. Liz?

Guys. Liz.

Frankie's sick. Look, l'm serious.

She's very, very sick.
lt just keeps coming out of her.

Oh, so you're fucking her now?

You know, he really doesn't kiss
the way l thought he would.

l always thought he'd kiss me really
soft, but he kisses really hard.

You know, you could have told me about
you and Mike. But l suppose

it doesn't matter any more.
We're getting on so well.

lt's like we've been together for ages.

l think he's falling in love with me.

He is, yeah, he is, l can feel it.

We'll probably sleep together tonight.

l bet we'll get out tomorrow.

l have a really strong feeling we'll
get out, you know, like someone

will find us, right? Do you think
you can hang on that long?

Frankie?

Franks? Frankie.

Frankie? Frankie!
- Get away from her! Get away!

Frankie, wake up. Frankie, come on.

Frankie speak to me!
- Oh my God!

Frankie, wake up. What's wrong?
Oh, shit, what have you done to her!

Frankie, what's wrong? Frankie,
what is wrong? Wake up! What's wrong?

Geoff.

You fucking killed her! What have
you done? What have you done to?

l didn't.
- What did she do to you?

What did she do to you?
- Geoff, Geoff.

Geoff, it's fucking horrible, Geoff.
Please, stop touching her.

Please, Geoff. She's fucking dead.
Stop fucking touching her!

l'm so sorry, Frankie.
Frankie, l'm so sorry.

What happened, what did l do?

You were my best friend.
What am l going to do?

l'm sorry, Frankie.

Don't fucking look at me like that.
l hate it.

lt's not my fault if you don't like
what l have to say.

Frances was bulimic. We know that from
the lack of enamel on her teeth.

The dramatic bleeding came from
a tear in her oesophagus.

She died on the tenth day.
From heart failure.

Carry on.

Do you think she'll haunt us?

She'll haunt you.
- Why me?

Why you? Why you? You fucking bitch!

Because it's your mistake.
Your idea. Your fault.

You!
- Does that help at all, Geoff?

lt's shit in here.
- You!

Geoff, she's sorry isn't it obvious?
She didn't do it on purpose.

Just fucking leave it.
- You didn't care about fucking Frankie.

You're right. l didn't give a fuck about
Frankie, right? We're just a pair

of fucking assholes, right?

l keep thinking about her mum and her
dad, and about how they're going to feel

when they find out.
l've killed all of you. l killed...

No. No, you didn't.
- l did. lt's my fault, l'm sorry.

Look, ok it's not your fault, ok?
lt's not your fault.

l don't know what happened to Frankie,
but it wasn't you, ok? lt wasn't you.

Really?
- Really, ok?

So what we've gotta do is try
our best to keep strong.

l don't really blame you, Liz.
l'm just going nuts.

l keep thinking l can smell the body.

l think l'd rather tear my face
off than smell her rot.

l've got such a terrible headache.

Everything looks blurry.

l know what that means.

lt's all right, Geoff.
Don't think about it.

Take it.

Take it.

Thank you.

You ok?

l'm sorry. Mike?
- What are you talking about?

l'm sorry.
- You're not well, you should lie down.

l have to tell you something.
- Listen, it's the dehydration.

No, Mike. No, Mike.
- Please.

Please, stop torturing yourself, ok?
lt's not important any more, ok?

lt's not your fault.
- No, l have to tell you something.

What? You fucker!

No, Mikey. Mikey, l was gonna share,
l was gonna share!

No, stop!

Geoffrey Bingham. Severe head injuries.
This one was murdered.

Oh my God!

Look. We could go together.

Fuck, no.
- l can't do this any more.

This food will keep us going a little
while longer. We could still be found.

We're not going to be found.
They would have found us by now.

Look Mike. lt'd be really quick, right?
We'll just fade away, it will be over.

You're stronger than that, l know you
are. Ok? We've kept going this long,

we can hold out. Please.
lt's worth it.

Lizzie, l can't do this without you.
You've kept me going.

lf you go l'll have nothing.

l need you.

l love you, Liz.

l love you.

How the fuck did you do that?

The key.

l always had it. But l couldn't
tell you. How could l?

But it, it was all for you.
- For me?

Because l love you.

All this was for you.

For me?

l killed my best friend.

You let me think l was gonna die.
And you watched me

kill my best friend.

l killed him for a fucking coke.

You let Frankie die.
You fucking held her hand

and you let her die,
you fucking bitch! Fucking whore!

You fucking bitch! Where are you?

No Mike. Mike, no! What are you doing?
You don't understand.

What are you doing? Stop it!

Stop it!

He was the reason l breathed.

l stood there felt my heart die
my soul wither.

l wanted to be with him so much
that l could just feel

myself stepping into the air.
Then l thought

at least this way
he never grows old

he never cheats on me never leaves.

This way he just stays perfect.

You need to say what you've
just said to me on tape.

With a solicitor.
And your parents present.

Why?
- Your statement needs to be official.

l'm not making a statement.
- You have to.

That's what the families and everybody,
the police, have been waiting for.

l just told you. They're not
going to understand.

Look, even you don't understand.
l don't see why l should be punished.

lt was an accident.
- You were still responsible.

l'm not ruining my life for this.
- lt's out of your hands now.

Martin will corroborate.
- Everyone is dead

and you told them that l locked
you in. l was away.

l had no idea you couldn't get out.

lt's too late.

Philippa, what the fuck are you doing?
- Help! Help!

Thank God!
- What's wrong?

Thank God. Help! Help!
- lt's ok.

l was so scared.
- We have Martin.

You're in deep shit.
- You have Martin?

Yeah. Suicide.

Guilty as hell.