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Yes?

Good evening, sir, I hope I haven't disturbed you.

Sounds like you've got your hands full. Perhaps I should call back another time.

No, no, she'll be fine. Her sister's keeping an eye.

Is that for me?

I'm glad you asked, sir, and lucky for you

you didn't turn me away.

You have been selected at random

to be in with a chance of receiving 1000 pounds tax free,

right here, right now.

All you have to do is decide whether or not to open this envelope.

You are saying for a grand I just have to decide whether or not to open it.

- Is the money in there? - No, the money is not.

Then how do I know this is real?

That's my name.

Well of course it is Mr. Walker or else how would you deposit it?

How do you know my name?

So wait, even if I don't open it, I still win 1000 pounds.

- That's correct, sir. - What if I do open it?

I can't tell you what's inside, sir,

but if you do open it, it could be anything.

Something nasty like poisonous spider that could kill with one bite.

Then of course I'd choose not to open it and receive 1000 pounds.

Or it could be something super nice like 10,000 pounds or a speedboat.

It's not a speedboat, sir.

Maddie, my angel, can you give her a pat or something?

Okay, so if I don't open it, I get 1000 pounds,

but if I do open it, I might get 10,000 pounds.

That would buy an awful lot of nappies, sir.

Okay, if we're quick, what's 1000 pounds these days?

Yes, 10,000 pounds!

You're not filming me for some prank show, are you?

I can assure you I'm not Mr. Walker, that's yours.

Have a good evening.

- Wait a minute, the other envelope. - This?

What's inside that one?

It sounds like you need to get back, sir.

I don't wanna take up any more of your precious time.

- She'll be fine. - Well, if you're sure.

- I'm sure. - Okay, same rules apply.

You can choose to open it if you wish, although I must warn you

that the consequences may be greater this time.

- And the rewards? - You got it.

You could win 20,000 pounds, but I must point out

that this time, if you do find that nasty in there

you will also lose the money you've just won.

You would however, get to keep the 1000 pounds.

- Like "Millionaire". - Like what, sir?

We don't wanna give you that.

You said the consequences would be greater.

- Greater than a poisonous spider. - Dad!

In a minute.

Okay, let's do it.

Are you sure, you could lose 9,000 and be ravaged by a Siberian tiger?

It's not a Siberian tiger, sir.

Then what could it be?

Okay, open the envelope.

- You sure? - Yes, definitely.

I'm so sorry, sir, it's just a little joke, I'm sorry.

Yes! You beauty.

I'm really very pleased for you, sir.

Wow, 20,000 pounds, that's a lot of money, isn't it?

Is there a Mrs. Walker to share it with?

- No, yes, I mean we're not together.

I have the kids every other weekend.

This is your lucky weekend.

You're telling me, 20,000 pounds.

I meant because you've got your kids with you.

Yes, quite, quite.

Dad, she's been sick.

Can you deal with it? I'm a little busy here.

- It's in her food. - Teenagers.

You need to come, I'm not going anywhere near it.

All right, I'm coming.

Don't go anywhere, okay?

- Couldn't if I wanted to. - You promise?

- I'll wait. - I'll only be a second.

I've been calling you.

Shit.

- You should see your face. - I thought you'd...

Here you go.

That's very impressive, sir.

Must have an instinct for these things.

Well, I think I know a good thing when I see it.

Your wife must have been a fool to have left you, sir,

if you don't mind me saying so.

Daddy...

And that's my cue to leave you to it.

Congratulations again, Mr. Walker.

Tom, please.

Perhaps if I'm passing, I could check in on you,

see how you've spent your money.

Wait, you can't go now.

What's in the briefcase, any more envelopes?

- Nobody goes to level three, sir. - Level three?

You've done extremely well

and I know you must be keen to get back to your loved ones.

Of course, but I think I've got time for one more, don't you?

It would be remiss of me if I didn't inform you

of the extreme nature of level three.

I think you should walk away now, Tom, be happy with what you've got.

- Come on, how much is in this one? - I really don't think you want to.

Don't tell me what I want and what I don't want.

Good for you, sir, good for you.

I knew you weren't the sort of man to accept mediocrity.

You're a warrior. You fight for the very best, the top prize.

- That's right. - You deserve it too, sir.

I do, I do deserve it.

Level three is a little more challenging.

- The faint of heart need not carry on. - Sounds ominous.

Are you happy for me to continue Mr. Walker?

Very happy, yes, continue, continue.

You must decide whether or not to open this briefcase.

- I love it, and if I don't open it? - You lose 19,000 pounds.

You do still get to keep the 1000 pounds though, sir.

Wait, what, no. Surely if I don't open it, I keep the 20,000 pounds.

Not in level three, sir.

Well, maybe I don't wanna do level three.

Maybe I wanna keep the 20,000, I haven't committed yet.

But you have, sir, I asked you if you were happy to continue

and you said you were very happy, yes. Continue, continue.

Yes, that was before I knew how much much I'd lose by not doing it.

I did try to warn you, sir.

So you're saying if I don't open it, all I walk away with now is 1000 pounds.

It's 1000 pounds more than when I first knocked on your door though, sir.

This isn't fair. You leave me no choice.

On the contrary,

you still have an absolute choice not to open it.

I just lose 19,000 pounds, great.

What am I set to win if I do open it?

If you do decide to open the briefcase, I will replace

the check you have in your hand with a check for...

500,000 pounds.

Half a million quid? You are shitting me?

- Dad! - Open it, open it.

Don't you want to know what the consequences will be this time?

Not really. No, I can deal with anything

for half a million quid, I'll wrestle a tiger.

I'll poke a polar bear in the eye.

I'll eat my own faeces for that kind of money.

What are the consequences?

If you decide to open the briefcase, somewhere in the world,

a person selected entirely at random will die.

Not a horrible death.

They will simply cease to be, not a bad way to go.

A person will die? A real life person will die?

Yes.

An actual human being will be put to death?

That's about the long and short of it.

But how do you even make that happen?

That's above my pay grade.

Would they be from abroad?

Statistically I'd say that would be more than likely, sir, would it matter?

No, no, no, of course not. No, I couldn't do it.

That's barbaric, that's soulless.

I mean, what sort of a person would do such a thing?

But if you think about it, I mean there's roughly what,

seven and a half billion people on this planet.

What difference really would one less person make?

I mean, in the grand scheme of things.

I see where you are going, sir. Certainly food for thought.

Surely a great percentage of those are on death's door anyway

or in great pain. I'd be doing them a favour.

- Dad, she's been sick again. - Not now, in a minute.

Sorry, Maddie.

I will have to rush you for a decision, I'm afraid, sir,

I've been here longer than expected with your good fortune.

Will anyone know I've done it?

Just yourself, sir, and I guess me.

What would you do?

I will respect you whichever choice you make, sir.

Okay, let's do it.

- It's your decision, sir. - Let's do it.

I said let's do it, didn't I? Let's do it.

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!