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Emergency. Which service do you require?

Aaaaaahhhh!

Help.

Help.

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 four teenagers attend Brabourne School

where fees are in excess of $30,000 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.

Aahhh!

Aahhhhhhh!

Lizzie.

Hi, Lizzie.

Lizzie. Lizzie.

Lizzie!

- Lizzie! - Inside.

He's going to kill us.

No!

No, stop!

Hi, I'm Dr. Horwood.

I'm here to help you.

Thanks.

Don't put me on Prozac or lithium.

I'm not crazy.

It's just my mum. She won't listen.

I'll listen.

Do I have to talk about it today?

You make it sound so terrible.

If you trust me, and you work with me,

I really think I can help you feel better.

So, we do this at your speed, yeah?

We can stop at any time.

I won't lie to you. This is going to be difficult.

But I know that you're brave enough to get through it.

Let's try a breathing exercise.

It might seem really...Stupid,

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

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.

Whenever you feel ready, just start to speak, okay?

This is how it works at Brabourne.

If you want to exist, you have to be pretty.

You have to be thin.

Everyone else is wallpaper.

For years, I was a nobody.

I watched the world from the edges and learned not to dream.

My best friend, Martin, didn't care.

His philosophy was, take everything you can from them.

He said their greed makes them easy to control.

It made him powerful.

But then the world changed.

Get ready, girls.

Mike steel is single again.

Oh, my god! Oh, my god!

Mike steel -- American, the son of a rock star,

the missing part of my soul.

Please, get up. Please.

Please be okay.

Get up.

Sorry, mate.

See why this slob needs to wear body armor.

It's a homoerotic thing --

all that aggression out here and then all that steam and soap

in the showers afterwards.

That's disgusting.

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 suddenly everyone's a blonde

with cherry lip gloss?

There's been an invasion of Amber clones.

It's past due, but I thank god for that.

You're the last woman with a brain in Brabourne.

He's single?

Half a brain? Yes.

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

I didn't know.

But he's just a guy like me!

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.

I can't help it.

It's an egg thing.

When I look at Mike, I see the face of an angel

and the soul of...A poet.

I need him.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

No, you love me.

It's a Martin Taylor fact.

Has there been a day in the last five years that we haven't talked?

But you're more like a gay friend than a boyfriend.

But I'm not gay!

Yeah, right! Yeah, right!

It's the end of term.

I've got some grateful exes to call.

And most importantly, I am out of here.

Hello!

There is the small matter of the geography field trip.

Mm...Bentley, school gates, Friday. Off to L.A.

Bye. Nice time.

Oh, you are such a jockey.

Stevie will have a shitfit if you don't go.

You think I'm gonna tell him?

I'm just gonna lie low in a hotel for a few days. He'll never know.

My arse!

The tabloids are gagging for you.

You are having a wet weekend in Wales...

With no hot water, fish-paste sandwiches, and 10-mile tabs,

like it or not.

Hmm.

That's awful dark, Geoffrey.

I don't want to go either.

We have to ditch. I'm serious.

This could kill me.

Well, Frankie's not going.

She saw wellies on the kit list and nearly had a seizure.

Well, how did she get out of it?

She saw Martin Taylor.

♪ You know what I want

- ♪ show me the money - Frankie?

Frankie?

I need to talk to you.

Come.

What's she done this time?

My hair. It's all gone wrong.

I've messed up.

Let me see.

She may as well give you a tumor.

Do you mind?

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

What is it? Intensive conditioner.

It should have you sorted in 20 minutes.

What did you use?

Peroxide.

Where from?

The lab.

Oh, Lizzie.

I just thought...

If I was a blonde like Amber, then...

I don't mean to rude,

but I don't think that doing stuff to yourself

is gonna make any difference to Mike.

No.

Oh, don't worry about it.

Trust me, he's not that wonderful.

Frankie...

Thanks.

I know you don't have to be nice to me.

Don't worry about it.

My life has no meaning.

Come in, sit down, make yourself at home.

I love him, and he doesn't even know I exist.

I hate seeing you like this.

Hey, to cheer you up...

I've got chocolate.

Martin, you don't understand.

You've never been in love.

You've never had the pain.

Oh, god, I feel like I'm dying.

I 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.

I can do anything.

And, uh...

I'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.

Oy, oy, here come the troops.

Jesus, you're late!

Did anyone see you?

Just back from the Himalayas?

Liz, Frankie you know.

Geoff I'm sure you've heard of.

None of it is true.

Except that one about the butter -- that's true.

And Mike.

Well, call me a muppet, mate, but there's nothing here.

I'm not spending all weekend sitting on a tree trunk.

You can't see the wood for the trees.

Are you taking the piss?

Are you taking the piss, Martin?

I could snap your neck like that, you know, mate.

It's right here. Can't you see it?

You know, you have about 10 seconds to become interesting.

It's right beneath your feet.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes! Martin!

Watch out, ladies.

Dude! Ho! You all right?

Hey, I'm coming down. Hang on.

Whoo! Whoo!

Yee-haw!

Shit! Whoo! Oh, man.

Oh, my goodness! What a fucking thing!

Martin, where did 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?

I need fresh air to keep my skin clear.

Oh, right -- Oh, stop!

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

No, we certainly don't.

Nice one. See you later.

You're going in there?

Of course I'm going in there!

See you inside.

The power's on the left.

Yep.

Oh, no. What is that smell?

Dude, it looks like a tomb.

And?

And I ain't going in there.

Aw. Like I care what you think.

Hah...

Can't be any worse than Wales, right?

Me next.

That's practical, Frankie.

You get that smell? What is that?

You all right? What?

You all right? Yeah.

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?

Whoa!

Ladies, you are gonna love it down here!

Tell him to send it up to your room, Frankie.

Oh, shut up, Geoffrey! You speak out of order.

This way. All right.

Jesus, it's so dark!

I'm going first.

Oh, god.

You going down? Yeah.

The ladder stops, mate.

It's cool. It's cool.

- Oh! Here. - You need light?

Yeah, shine it down here.

What is that smell? It's disgusting.

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.

Lizzie, mind the ledge. It's really narrow.

Are you guys all right?

Yeah, we're cool. Close the door.

Bye-bye, Martin.

Bye-bye!

Come on, put the lights on!

Frankie, calm down. Geoff!

Can you put the lights on?!

I don't like it!

Oh, god! Can you find the light switch?

Frankie, calm the fuck down!

Yee-haw!

Would you look at this?!

Lights!

What do you think, girls? What do you think?

Oh, my god!

Aaahhhhhhh!

Ah! Oh, my god!

I shot you in the back, like, six times, dude.

You're dead!

♪ We love you

♪ no brakes, but you know

♪ we got a radio

you're... You're in the way.

♪ You gotta move when we're rocking on your stereo ♪ Die! Die!

Get out of the way!

♪ We wanna wreck the town with the infidel rocket ♪

Get out of the way, everyone!

Get out of the way, everybody!

♪ We love that you love us and you know it ♪

You're gonna die.

♪ We love

♪ we love you, we love you ♪

♪ We love you, we love you ♪

You mind if I borrowed some water for my pasta?

No, not at all.

Do you want to go first?

Yeah, sure. Cheers, L.

It's great stuff. It's got this hole down the middle

so that it cooks quickly.

Have you got a pan I can borrow?

There you go.

Cheers.

What are you having on that?

Uh, nothing.

Ah, pasta nothing.

It's nice. It really nice.

I've got salt. Do you want some?

Pasta and salt?!

No! Thanks, though.

What are you having then?

I'm not really hungry.

Well, you gotta have something eventually.

Didn't really bring anything.

So, you didn't bring any food? Not "food" food.

What's "not 'food' food"? Gum.

Ah, how do you expect to survive on gum for three days, you muppet?

It slipped my mind. I mean, it just didn't occur to me, you know.

Oh, okay, so food slipped your mind?

I've got food.

I've got sausages and beans and noodles, plenty for everyone.

You can have as much as you want.

You have sausages?

Do you have tomato sauce?

Some. Ah!

You enjoy your pasta, okay?

I'm having sausages...

...with Liz...

...tonight.

Frankie...

No. No, thanks. I'm on a diet.

I've got fiber pills to stop me feeling hungry.

Yum.

Okay, now, wait -- 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. You don't know them.

Oh, Bob -- Bob and who?

Mike, don't!

Really, relax.

Bob and Sally went for a drive,

but they ran out of petrol in, like, the middle of nowhere.

So 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. - On the roof of the car.

Bob's head on a stick.

On a hook!

No, this really happened!

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, Frankie.

Okay, I've got one for you.

Make you cack your pants.

What?

Shut up, Mike.

Something happens to Martin.

He doesn't come back for us.

Told you.

That's sick.

But possible.

Don't be stupid.

Geoff, you shouldn't say that. What if you make it happen?

How can I make anything happen to him when I'm down here with you?

You'll jinx us. How?!

It's tempting fate!

Oh, please! How does that work? Lizzie...

I'm a scientist. I-I don't believe in fate.

Mike...

I'm a scientologist. I'm with Liz.

Oh, yes!

Well, fine. But if anything happens to Martin,

then it's Geoff's fault, okay?

Whatever. If that's what it takes to get you to shut up about it, then fine.

Fine, fine. Is this the best or what?!

Liz...Liz. What happened on the third day?

Don't you want to know what we did?

Martin was supposed to let you out, wasn't he?

Liz...Liz.

I don't know.

What don't you know? I don't know what happened.

Come on, you're quite safe here, Liz.

Deep breaths, remember. Look at me.

It's the third day. You're all packed and ready to go, right?

What's the time now?

Same as when you asked two minutes ago.

Then it can't be the same time if two minutes have passed, can it?

It's 3:32, then.

So, then, where is he?

I mean, the field trip's supposed to be back in 30 minutes.

I have a driver waiting. This is so --

What if he's been hit by a bus, and he's in a coma,

and he can't tell anyone where we are?

Oh, please.

Oh, my god.

What if he's dead?

He's not dead!

I'll call him. What's his number?

No, they don't work down here!

Give me your phone. Let me try.

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. I knew you would.

This is a wind-up.

No, this is your fault!

You never should have said those things!

Hey! You guys!

Have you ever thought that maybe the traffic's heavy?

I'm not worried.

Help! Help!

I'm just trying to help!

What do you think I'm trying to do?!

Shut up and let me get on with it!

I was thinking that.

Hey! Huh?

Hey!

We're gonna wear ourselves out.

What if there's a pipe there?

I'll tell you what. Why don't you have a go, darling?

Go on! Have a go!

Okay, so, they haven't found us.

They know we never went to Wales.

As far as they're concerned, we have a three-day head start,

which means they could be covering

a three-day radius of the school.

That covers...

Like the whole world.

So, what do we do?

We're being held to ransom till Martin says so.

We can't do anything.

No, don't say that! I mean, he could just be ill.

Isn't that right, Lizzie?

I don't know. I...

But why? I mean, why would he do this to us?!

We're his friends!

Are we?

Was he really your friend, Frankie?

I know he's not mine.

Think about it. I don't know a thing about Martin.

He...has no morals, no ethics.

Everything's just a game to him.

Oh, so this is a game?

Oh, that's great. That's fucking wonderful.

Oh, my god, I paid for this.

Yeah, but he's careful. Nothing's left to chance.

Right now we're trapped because he wants us trapped.

Why?

I guess we're gonna find out.

Liz, look at me.

He didn't come back.

Martin didn't come back.

You cracked her. I knew you would.

Right after I got your message,

I told the lads, "it's fucking great cheer."

A bloody schoolboy and all.

Good job, doctor.

Thanks, detective.

The hunt for the kidnapper of the Brabourne 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.

I'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 doesn't think what he's done is wrong,

probably thinks he's above the law, better than all of us.

Right now he's probably creating a very strong alibi.

So, the longer he has to conjure up this fiction,

the harder it's going to be 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?

I presume so.

Good. I hope they do.

Let's see how he likes it.

All right, let's start.

Uh, hang on.

Okay, I'm ready.

Can we talk?

Sure. Shall I come over there?

Okay.

Can I get in?

What's up?

Can't sleep?

I-It's about Martin.

I think he's watching us.

I saw a shadow pass the slat.

It could be nothing. I-I could be wrong.

But I think it might have been him checking up on us.

Probably is him.

It's so funny.

You know, Steve, he sent me here

to protect me from the nut jobs at home.

I think I know what Martin's doing.

What?

Martin wants me to see

that it was stupid of me to like you

when I 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 I can think of.

But -- but what difference does it make?

He likes you, doesn't he?

Yeah. Since we were 11.

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?

I mean, I don't...

I mean, how could he work that out

from a split second at the door?

I don't know.

What is it?

What?

Is that what I think it is?

Yeah.

Are there more?

Try that one over there.

Which one?

This one.

He's covered the whole place.

Whoa!

Jesus Christ! Shh! Mikey, what's going on? What is it?

Liz, it's the middle of the night! Shh!

What?

I'm really worried about her. She needs a doctor.

Well, that's obvious. I thought you were supposed to be smart.

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

It's not my fault.

Yes, it is!

This is shit! This is the worst time I've ever had.

I hope I never see you again.

It's not that bad!

No, things are very bad!

I mean, am I the only one who can smell the toilet?!

I mean, I'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!

I should have never came down here.

As soon as I saw you,

you fucking, geeky, little fucking bitch,

I 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...

Cumbag!

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.

It was over. We'd beaten him.

We'd won.

What Martin didn't realize was that I'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.

"You saved us all."

You saved us all.

Here we are.

Right.

Well done.

I told you you'd get through it. How do you feel?

Lighter.

Last night, I even closed the door all the way, and I 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. It's -- it's really good.

I'll see you later.

Okay?

Bye.

Bye.

Yeah, Tom here.

Oh, Tom, it's Philippa. What can I do for you?

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

I'm sorry. I didn't see it coming. It doesn't matter.

I'll get a confession out of Martin, no problem.

I mean, how delusional can she be?

So, I suppose you've got fingerprints, then...

Or DNA?

C.C.TV footage of me creeping around

or a stack of witnesses with 20/20?

Do you even have a motive?

A bloody good reason

why I 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 day of term?

Is she deaf?

Is she thick?

I mean, can -- can they really keep asking the same question

hour after hour?

Please.

Just so we're clear.

I got up at 7:00 a.M., as usual.

I cleaned my teeth and had a shit.

I was down at breakfast by 7:20 a.M., as usual.

The matron ticked me off the list.

I had two slices of cold toast with warm butter

and sweet tea, as usual.

I returned to my study

and carried my bags to the school minibus at 8:00 a.M.

And was sat on the minibus by 8:05.

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

We left for the station at 8:30 a.M.

And arrived at a not-unreasonable 8:45 a.M.

I bought a "telegraph" and a kit Kat

and then caught my train promptly at 9:05 from Platform 2.

I was alone until Charing Cross,

where I 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, eh?

I knew she was fucked in the head,

but I didn't realize she was this vicious.

You -- You know Liz hates me.

You do know that, don't you?

Thanks for taking me home.

I 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 anytime you want.

I 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.

If 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.

Aah!

It's your big chance, what you've been waiting for.

Oh, my god. I'm going to be sick.

You need to quit, girl,

or you'll be auditioning

with every peek-a-boo slut from London up.

I don't just want him.

I really want him, Frankie.

I've got a plan.

Let's hear it.

We go to the beach again, like last year,

but this time, we camp out for a few days.

It'd be perfect -- the sea air, the stars.

I hate beaches.

All that sand up your crack

and nowhere to pee, apart from the ocean.

And it dries out the complexion.

I look 40 if I spend 10 minutes by the sea,

and you want me to go there for a week?

Remember that place we found

and said it would be great for a party?

The S&M dungeon Martin tried to take you to.

Precisely. What if we did that?

I 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.

Oy, oy, Frankie!

Dangerous place for a lady.

If you say so.

Ooh! Ooh! Whoa!

Out. Neil, out.

She's not here for you. See you, Geoff.

Couldn't have come at a better time, Frankie.

I'm ready if you are.

How would you like to go to the best private party of your life?

Are you going?

It's my party.

How private?

You, me, Mike, and Liz.

Mike never mentioned it.

That's 'cause you're inviting him.

I don't know if I could do that.

It's for 3 days.

Absolutely extracurricular.

Your parents don't know, and the school doesn't know.

What we do will be our own business.

If you're too prissy, then I'll ask someone else.

I never said I wasn't interested.

In or out, Geoff?

In.

But you have to bring Mike.

I'll have a word with his highness.

Anything else?

Put your knob away.

Go.

Did you do it?

Yeah. Done.

It will be great.

Please.

Man, I'm telling you. This is different.

This is 10 out of 10.

Frankie and Liz -- real 10 out of 10.

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. I'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.

I thank you.

What time did you lock them in the hole?

Because I know you did it.

How dare you be this wrong and this fucking pigheaded?!

How dare you put my mother through this bullshit?

I mean, how do you know it was me?

I'm dying to know! Come on!

One of them is lying. I have to talk to her.

Why wait when this girl can tell me what I need to know?

I understand that, but if you start demanding things from her,

she's likely to go back to that same stony-silence bullshit

I got us out of in the beginning.

Well, that's a risk I have to take.

I've nothing on mine. In 12 hours, he walks.

Tom, if you say one word to her, I will fucking kill you.

Just let...

I'll get the answers.

He's going to get away with it, isn't he?

No. You mustn't think like that.

Did he ever keep a diary

or journal or anything like that?

I don't think so.

And did he have any kind of secret hiding place?

I-I don't know.

Why?

What's wrong?

You're not going to let him out, are you?

I'm afraid that's not my decision.

He's gonna come after me! No, he won't, Liz.

You're perfectly safe.

Is he out now? No, but he will be in a couple of hours.

That's why I really need you to think. Hours?

Is there anything else that you can remember?

You said I'd be safe. You are safe.

I trusted you. I thought we were friends.

I told you everything! Listen to me.

And you've just been pretending the whole time, that's not true.

Because you're paid to. That's not true!

Leave me alone!

Shit.

I can help you.

Nice one.

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

Whoo! Whoo!

Aah!

Geoff, pass it up.

Give it here. Come on, give it here.

You want it, you got it, baby.

♪ We're watching you

Hi.

So... Who do you want first?

What are you talking about, Mikey?

I'm dancing. Wrong approach, mate.

Frankie, I've got something for you.

Oh, fuck off, Geoffrey!

Come on. Stop being such a fucking tourist.

I am not.

Jeez!

Is there sex or not?

Not.

And especially not with you.

Yeah?

And especially not in here. I mean...

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

And why would there be sex?

I mean, what have you done for me?

No, I don't think so.

Sorry.

She's good, isn't she?

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! I have heard this all before.

So you have to.

Aah! Shit!

Oh, no!

Yes! Yes!

I need some more.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

I'm going first.

Come on, get it off.

Come off.

Oh, careful. It's expensive.

Now, I've wanted to see this for the last four years.

Frankie...

I've had this. It's okay.

What, 7? 8 out of 10?

Mmm...4.

Oh, thank you!

Frankie!

We were what, 13?

I mean, it was a one-night stand. It wasn't exactly memorable.

It was a long time ago, and I'm a lot better now.

But you liked it.

Uh-huh.

Ow!

What the fuck is wrong with you?!

You're a fucking nut job!

Yes! Oh, yes!

Lizzie!

Thank you.

That's it. No more free feels.

You must be joking. What am I meant to do with the old man?

Suck it off, big boy.

Whoa! 10 out of 10! What?

10 out of 10. 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.

A shit party, but it's a party nonetheless.

You always get to see everything.

Why is it always you? I never get to see the good bits.

Can't we have the light on?

No! I can't sleep if it's light out.

Well, it's too dark to sleep.

How could it be too dark?

Shut your eyes. What's the difference?

Well, I can't tell when my eyes are open or closed,

it's so fucking dark.

Aah! Shh!

Shit!

It's only me. It's only me.

Shh!

Can we get some sleep, please?!

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 I'll beat him, too,

the little shit of a schoolboy.

He had a website called disciples of chaos

full of anarchist bullshit about disrupting stock exchanges,

air-traffic control, the web itself.

I'm gonna nail him.

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

Hi. Thanks for meeting me.

No problem. Shall we go straight there?

It's not far. It's just up the hill.

I'm not great with small spaces.

Neither am I. I 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.

They had plenty of booze.

They wired up some 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.

Okay, yeah. Fuck things up for the rest of us.

You can forget that.

Do something. I don't know what to do.

You get him to stay!

I'm not gonna tell anyone where you are, okay?

Please don't go. You'll ruin everything.

Look, I'm not gonna stay down here

and listen to you two fuck each other's brains out all weekend, okay?

No. I don't think so.

I'm trying.

I'm leaving, too.

Oh, not you as well.

I'm not playing desperate.

I'm not staying down here. I think it's gross.

Are you going straight home?

We could stop by the station and get a pizza.

I'm starving.

No. Thanks, though.

Come on. Trains go to London all the time.

Yeah. No, I-I know.

Look, I'm -- I'm gonna go by Amber's,

see if I can patch things up.

It's been awful between us.

Amber? But she humiliated you.

How the fuck would you know anything about that?

Enjoy yourselves. I'm out of here.

- Hey, Mikey? - Yeah?

Your weed, mate.

Fuck!

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

Well, it is. I know it is for you.

Look, you guys are gonna have a great weekend down here.

Come on, Mikey. We could have fun. Please.

You're gonna get laid. It's gonna be fun. Enjoy this.

Come on, Mike. Please stay.

Look, guys, you're gonna have a great time.

You'll be here completely by yourselves.

Enjoy it, all right?

I hate him.

What's up, Liz? There's something wrong.

I can't open the door.

Move it. Can you move out of the way?

Watch this.

Fuck! It won't open.

Well, push it, you twat.

No, no. The handle's stuck. It won't budge.

Oh, you are such a donkey, mate. Oy, Liz, down.

Let me sort it out.

Fuck!

You are such a cretin, Mike.

Look! I'm not fucking retarded, okay?!

The fucking door won't open!

Oh, get out of the way!

Who was the last one down?

It was Geoff.

How fucking hard did you slam it, Geoff?

It wasn't me. It was Liz.

It's a heavy door. It slammed itself.

Doors don't just slam themselves locked, Liz.

Hello!

I'm sorry. I didn't know we'd get stuck, did I?

This is bullshit!

You're sorry? Oh, well, that's just fucking great!

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

or do we just fucking rot?

I guess we just... Wait to be found.

In two days, my parents are gonna be up there waiting for me.

And if I'm not there,

they're gonna know I never went on the fucking field trip

and that I told them a pack of lies

and I'm going to be up to my arse in shit!

That's a good point, you know, Liz.

My parents will go berserk if they find out what we did.

Good fucking job, asshole.

How long before we're found, Liz?

I don't know.

Shit! I am in so much trouble!

Perfect!

Help!

Anyone! Help!

Fuck!

Have you tried the glass?

There has to be something that might open the fucking door!

Jesus!

Fucking bitch!

You fucking bitch!

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Why don't we sit down?

Thanks.

It's been a nightmare for forensics.

We can barely lift a usable print.

It's gonna take us 6 months

to sift through all the hair and fiber we lifted.

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 would have left something somewhere.

And we'll find it.

Right.

Thanks.

Okay.

Open the door!

You bitch! Open the door!

Liz!

Liz!

Aah! I'm sorry!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Bullshit!

Bullshit! I'm sorry!

How could you do this to me, Lizzie?

You betrayed me! You fucking betrayed me!

No!

They let you go. I knew they would.

They've tapped my phone,

they try to follow me, and they won't leave me alone!

They want me for the whole thing!

They can't prove anything!

If they could, they would have done by now.

You grassed me up, you bitch!

Hello?

Hello?

What happened?

You gotta get me out of here.

Please. I don't feel safe.

I don't want to be alone.

All right.

I don't feel safe.

All right, all right.

Please. Liz, Liz, come on.

Take me. Calm down, all right?

Take a deep breath. Come on, calm down.

Listen, I can help you,

but you've got to stop playing games.

There are people out there that need to know what happened,

and they don't care how terrible your story is.

All that matters to them is knowing the truth.

I want to know the truth, too.

I want to go back to the hole.

Absolutely not. No way.

I keep getting glimpses of what happened.

I'll be doing something like tying my laces,

and I'll turn around, and I'll see Frankie.

But when I try to remember, I can't.

There's nothing -- nothing at all.

And I don't know what happened.

And I want to know, and I can't remember.

Do you want to be readmitted, and we can work through this?

No.

I need to go back to the hole.

There's no escape, doc.

Mrs. Dunn called again, pissing and moaning

Dr. 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 I'll bet you they're having a bloody pizza somewhere.

Do you want the rest?

Go on. Amaze me.

Yeah, I will. It's about Martin Taylor.

Come on.

Come on.

Looks different.

Don't even feel as if I've been here before.

Liz...

Liz!

- Hey, Mikey? - Yeah?

Your weed, mate. Fuck.

You're a pretty --

Dude, you're -- you're getting laid and you're getting laid. It's gonna be a great time.

Come on, Mike. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

We weren't locked in from the outside.

Shit! I am in so much trouble!

Fuck! Shit! I don't believe it!

Son of a bitch!

Did you try the glass?

What could I do?

I couldn't let him leave.

Carry on.

Guys, guys. The water's gone off.

Are you sure? What?

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

What?

What?

What? What's happened?

After you start to feel thirsty,

you find yourself feeling impatient,

maybe even a little sick.

Then your pulse starts to go up.

Then it's the headaches, dizziness.

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.

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 cadet.

Liz.

Lizzie!

Lizzie, it's gonna be fine.

It's gonna be okay, Liz.

I mean, we're bound to get rescued.

God, they'll find us. They will find us.

Next week, we'll be down the pub,

and we'll be having a laugh.

I promise you.

And I'm buying, all right?

It's gonna be all right.

I mean, we'll go out and buy lots of new things.

And there's all of those exciting exams to look forward to.

Mike, can we look on the positive side?

No, I've -- I've -- I've got a hard-on for those exams. They're great.

You got a hard-on for everything.

Not for you, mate.

I'm okay.

Have you ever loved someone so much

that you...

Didn't care what happened to yourself?

You just had to be with them.

If they look at you, your heart stops.

If you feel their breath on your skin,

you just ache.

Have you ever craved someone so much

that you didn't exist anymore?

No.

Well, I have.

Guys!

Hey, guys!

Liz!

Guys! Liz!

Frankie's sick.

Look, I'm serious. She's very, very sick.

It just keeps coming out of her.

Oh, so you're fucking her now.

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

I always thought he'd, you know, kiss me really soft, but...

He kisses really hard.

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

But I suppose it doesn't matter anymore.

Ooh! We're getting on so well!

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

I think he's falling in love with me.

He is. No, he is. I can feel it.

We'll probably sleep together tonight.

I bet we'll get out tomorrow.

I-I have a really strong feeling we'll get out,

you know, like someone -- 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! Frankie!

Frankie!

Frankie, wake up! Frankie, talk to me.

Frankie, speak to me.

Oh! Oh, my fucking god!

What's wrong?

Are you sure...

Frankie, what's wrong? Frankie, what is wrong?

Wake up! What's wrong?!

Frankie! Frankie! Oh, my god. Geoff!

Oh, my god. Oh, my -- fuck!

You fucking killed her!

Liar, what have you done?! What have you done to her?!

What have you done?!

I didn't --

She meant everything to me. Oh, she did. I...

Geoff?

Geoff?

Geoff, it's going to be awful, Geoff.

Please, stop touching her.

Please, Geoff.

She's fucking dead!

Stop fucking touching her!

I'm so sorry, Frankie.

Frankie, I'm so sorry.

What happened? What did I do?

Frankie...

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

I'm sorry, Frankie.

Frankie...

Don't fucking look at me like that.

I hate it when people look at me like that.

It's not my fault if you don't like what I 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 esophagus.

She died on the 10th 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?

You!

Geoff, she's sorry. Isn't it obvious?

She didn't do it on purpose. For fuck's sake, just fucking leave it!

You didn't care about fucking Frankie!

You're right.

I didn't give a fuck about Frankie, all right?

We're just a pair of fucking assholes, right?

I keep thinking about her Mom and her dad

and about how they're going to feel when they find out.

For the love of you!

I killed --

No, you didn't.

I did. It's my fault. I'm sorry.

Look, okay, it's not your fault, okay?

It's not your fault.

I don't know what happened to Frankie, but it wasn't you, okay?

It wasn't you.

Really?

Really, okay?

So what we've got to do is try our best to keep strong,

all right, so that we can get out.

I don't really blame you, Liz.

I'm going nuts.

I keep thinking I can smell the body.

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

I have such a terrible headache.

Everything looks blurry.

I know what that means.

It's all right, Geoff.

Don't think about it.

Take it.

Take it.

Thank you.

You okay?

I'm sorry.

Mike...

What are you talking about?

I'm sorry.

You're not well. You should lie down.

I have to tell you something.

Lizzie, it's the dehydration.

No, Mike. No, Mike.

Please. No, Mike, listen.

Please, stop torturing yourself, okay, please?

I-It's not important anymore, okay?

It's not your fault. No.

I have to tell you something.

What?

You fucker!

No, no, Mikey, Mikey! I was gonna share!

I was gonna share!

Don't! Stop!

Geoffrey bingham -- severe head injuries.

This one was murdered.

Oh, my god.

Unh!

Look.

We could go together.

Fuck, no.

I can't do this anymore.

Well, this food will keep us going a little while longer.

I mean, we could still be found.

W-We're not going to be found.

They would have found us by now.

Look, Mike, it'll be really quick, right?

We'll just -- We'll just fade away and --

You're stronger than that. I know you are, okay?

We've kept going this long. We can hold out. Please.

It's worth it.

Lizzie, I can't do this without you.

You've kept me going. If you go, I'll have nothing.

I need you.

I love you, Liz.

I...love you.

How the fuck did you do that?

The key.

I always had it.

But I couldn't tell you. How could I?

I-It was all for you.

For me.

Because I love you.

All of this was for you.

For me.

I killed my best friend.

You let me think I was gonna die.

And you watched me kill my best friend.

I 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!

No, Mike! You fucking bitch!

Mike, you don't understand!

I didn't mean -- Mike!

Mike, no!

What are you doing?! You don't understand!

What are you doing?! Just stop it!

Stop it!

Aaaaaaaaaaaah!

He was the reason I breathed.

I stood there,

felt my heart die, my soul wither.

I wanted to be with him so much

that I could just feel myself slipping into the air.

But then I 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 just said to me

on tape with a solicitor and your parents present.

Why?

Your statement needs to be official.

I'm not making a statement.

You have to.

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

I just told you.

They're not going to understand.

Look, even you don't understand.

I don't see why I should be punished for something that went wrong.

It was an accident.

You are still responsible.

I'm not ruining my life for this.

It's out of your hands now,

and Martin will corroborate what you just told me.

Everyone is dead,

and you told them that I locked you in?!

I was away. I had no idea you couldn't get out!

It's too late.

Philippa, what the fuck are you doing?!

Help! Help!

Thank god.

What's wrong? Thank god.

Help!

Help! It's okay.

I was so scared. I thought she was going to hurt me. Okay.

It's over. We have Martin.

You're in deep shit.

You have Martin? Yeah.

Suicide.

Guilty as hell.