Dawn and Ian find themselves in Holbrook Manor, a sprawling wooded stretch of countryside, presided over by the manor house. Ian has learned from a passing fortune teller that one of Dawn's siblings may be employed in the service of the Lord of the Manor, but upon arriving find that something is terribly amiss.
Dawn: Looks like a nice place… tea and sandwiches under the tree, the houseboy serving me from a silver platter…
Ian: This is Deliverance country. The backwoods.
Dawn: This is Kent.
Dawn: You suggested we come here…
Ian: Only on the advice of a passing fortune teller.
(They proceed to make their way up a path thickly lined with trees)
Dawn: Did you cross her palm with silver?
Ian: Oh.. yeah. Gave her those coins from Guernsey.
Ian: It's alright, she had a major squint, don't think she noticed.
Dawn: Well, that's fine then.
(A gunshot rings out in the woods not far off)
Dawn: Was that…?
Ian: Yes… the rednecks.
Dawn: We're in Kent
Ian: Any second now, Burt Reynolds is going to emerge from the undergrowth…
(There is a rustling in the undergrowth)
Dawn: (whispering) what the hell?
Ian: (shouting) Burt?!
(A man emerges, breathing heavily and dishevelled)
Man: Run… dear god… run… while you still have your… lives.
(He disappears into the trees on the other side of the path)
Dawn: What did he mean?
Ian: We're in the untamed wilderness of deepest Kent, we hear a gunshot, then see a guy running away in a pretty agitated state. So, I think he meant we leave, rapido-style.
Dawn: What style?
Ian: Quickly! It's spanish.
Dawn: But my potential sibling!
Ian: If he works here, in a place where they hunt people through woods with a gun, then I don't really want to meet him Dawn. Plus the sole reason for coming here was on the word of a… mystic gypsy. So, let's GO!
Dawn: Leaving does make sense actually…
(Dawn turns and gazes poignantly back)
Dawn: Goodbye… my brother (another gunshot rings out, very close) shit!