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This is the one.

We get this done, then we can say

goodbye to working for hire.

Yeah, right. You'll never quit.

You love the heat too much.

It's arranged.

Once the account is routed through

the proxy, the funds will be untraceable.

Told you she's the best.

What's up?

Cat got your tongue?

- What's that?

- It's a database.

It tells you all you need to know

about the little fuckheads up there.

- Where do these people get their money?

- Their fathers steal it...

then they call it free enterprise.

- They never work a day in their lives.

- Rich pricks.

Well, you can let me know what a rich prick

feels like, when you're one, too.

What's the split?

- Ten percent.

- Of what?

One billion dollars.

Think "a thousand million".

If you can't get your head

around a billion.

Biggest f***ing ransom

in the history of the world, my friend.

All right, you're gonna be

outdoors for at least a week,

so choose what you think

you need to survive.

I am not wearing another man's boots.

Go barefoot. That's your choice.

Now would be a very good time to start

thinking about cause and effect.

You choose badly,

you live with the repercussions.

Right.

"Edible flora and fauna of the British

Isles". This is riveting stuff.

Now, familiarize yourselves

with food you can forage.

There's no packed lunches here.

You will eat what you can gather,

trap or kill.

Once your basic supplies

run out, of course.

Uh... I'm not killing anything.

Cause and effect, Miss Tilton.

You're always welcome to go hungry

while the rest of your fellow students eat.

Oh, sweet.

Hey, Herrick. You're a gambler, right?

Depends who's asking.

You wanna bet who's gonna

break rule three first?

You know what I bet?

I bet that mouth of yours

gets you in trouble one day.

Oh, Thornton. It already has, mate.

Why do you think I'm here?

Take it easy.

Hey, Kyle.

You oughta grab hold of one of these,

just... since you decided to stay.

My father did not send me here

to be a beast of burden.

Why did he send you here, then, Fayed?

Other than to bore us all

with your royal bullshit.

You know, I feel sorry for you, Marsac.

- Oh?

- Growing up without any parents.

No one to teach you

to respect your superiors.

That's a lesson you must've missed.

I'll teach you now, shall I mate, uh?

That's enough.

Rule number four, no fighting.

Let's get started.

Alright. Mr. Herrick.

Let's have you on, please.

- Go, Herrick.

- Hell, yeah.

Ready for some magic.

Nothing like added bounce.

Alright, ladies.

Go in together, strength in numbers.

Here we go, please.

Nice and easy.

Nice bit of synchronized footwork.

- Miss Tilton.

- Just be careful, all right?

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