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- I'm coming, I'm coming.

- It's been such a pleasure having you.

Welcome to the family.

Disconnected.

- Is it done?

- Yes.

- She'll have to be more careful next time.

Let's turn to our winner.

- Aagh!

- I've heard a lot about you, Lucas.

Ingrid has waited so long to be a mother.

You're safe now.

Good boy.

- Why are you doing this?

- Her name was Rose.

She was my first.

She was my only.

I remember holding her tiny body in my arms.

Seeing her take her first breath.

First came the temperature,

then the cough.

Then the crying.

Not an hour went by when she didn't scream the house down.

And suddenly...

stopped.

Silence.

Today would have been her birthday.

For years we tried, but nothing.

- I'm so sorry.

- And that's when I had the idea.

Choosing the perfect father for my child.

Now relax.

This won't hurt a bit.

- Please, just fucking let me go!

Crazy bastard!

Fuck you!

Oh, baby, please!

Please!

- You're not hungry?

You need to eat.

Today's a big day.

You have a lot of decisions to make.

- I know.

What if it happens again?

Then we wait another year.

- If it's not meant to be, it's not meant to be.

- I just want to make you and the family proud.

- You always do, Isla.

- I'm having six this year.

- Wow, isn't that exciting?

I can't wait to welcome them.

Just remember what we told you.

- Yes, mother, I know.

- You have strong genes, Isla.

Now finish your breakfast.

Your outfits are upstairs.

- Why don't you sit in the front?

I told you, dad, I can't.

- Why not?

- Well, it just doesn't look right.

You don't sit in the front with the chauffeur.

- Hang on.

- Chauffeur? - Yeah.

- When did I become a bloody chauffeur?

Oh, Tom.

What have you told them, eh?

That you're the CEO of some big company.

And I'm your private sodding butler.

- Well, yeah, something like that.

- Tom...

What?

- They'll catch up with you.

- Yes, I know.

- At least you're making some friends now.

- I've got friends, dad.

- All right. Some more friends.

And you're getting yourself out there,

that's good, isn't it?

- Yeah.

- You're still my boy, though.

And I still worry about you, even if you are 21.

- Dad, you don't need to worry about me, dad.

I'm fine.

Honestly.

- So what time do you want me to pick you up tonight?

- Uh, no. I'm going to stay over.

- I... I've never heard of these friends before.

- Dad, I'm gonna be fine.

You just said it yourself, I'm 21 now.

- Fine.

But just text me and let me know you're okay, all right?

- I promise.

- And just remember, you know, if you feel uncomfortable,

if you want to come home, just use that code word.

- Yeah, I know.

Balloon.

At least it stopped raining now.

- There you are then, son.

- Thanks, dad.

- Stay safe.

- Yeah.

- Oh, uh, last thing.

Can I borrow your watch?

- You've got a watch.

I bought you a nice one for Christmas.

- Yeah, but yours is nicer.

Come on, please,

please.

? I love your smile ?

- Tom.

I'm so glad you came.

Come on in.

- Wow. Your place is amazing.

- Thank you.

Would you mind just taking your shoes off, please?

- Oh. Yeah, of course. Sorry.

- Oh, no, it's all right.

- Um, where's everyone else?

- You're the first to arrive.

You look great, by the way.

The watch really suits you.

- Thanks, um, I just bought it.

- Well,

I like it.

Can I...

give you a tour?

- Yeah, sure.

Wow, your place is just incredible.

- Want to see something even more incredible?

- Okay.

- Close your eyes.

- Really? - Just...

close them.

Ta da!

Welcome to the family.

Thank you all for coming tonight.

It is so good to finally get you all together.

And my oh my,

what a handsome bunch of young men you all are.

Tonight is going to be so much fun.

I honestly can't wait.

Oh, gosh,

where are my manners?

You've not all been properly introduced yet.

This is Marcus,

24 years old.

Fitness fanatic.

Used to train for the Olympics.

But you just can't resist a fight, can you, Marcus?

- Honestly, I could kill for a woman like you.

- I'm having a little gathering

on Saturday night for my birthday.

Dress up, smart type thing.

I'd love it if you came.

- Really?

- Maybe bring an overnight bag, too.

- Okay.

- Hmm.

Well, aren't you the forward thinker?

Trust me.

We won't be needing those.

Everyone meet Damien.

26 years old, qualified in medicine,

very intelligent.

Studied at Oxford when he was only 16.

Destined to be successful.

So what's a man of science doing in a place like this anyway?

I keep asking myself that.

Well.

Until he killed a patient.

Oh, it's okay, poppet.

Everyone makes mistakes.

Joe.

23,

stocks and shares.

Smart.

Very wealthy,

but somehow

in large amounts of debt.

I'll tell you something crazy though.

You are shaping up to be my favourite of the bunch.

- Whiskey is dangerous stuff.

- I like the burning.

Here we have Francis,

the youngest of the lot too, only 20 years old.

A drummer.

And an excellent one at that.

That was you?

No way.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't find drummers attractive,

I'd love for my children to be musically gifted.

It is an honour

to have you here.

Well well, well.

I didn't think you were that type.

I mean, Joe, maybe, but

not you.

I suppose that is what they say, isn't it?

Sex, drugs,

rock and roll.

A bad boy does turn me on.

It's amazing what the internet can tell you about a person.

But...

here's something peculiar,

Tom.

You don't exist.

It's quite a way away.

You'd need to drive but I'm guessing that you drive.

- Yeah.

I mean, who doesn't?

- A bit of a mystery man really.

- Please.

- I have a feeling there's a lot more to you

than what you see at first glance.

Oh, it's all right, darling.

Now, last, but most certainly not least, we have Connor.

Now, I have to be honest,

you have really tickled my fancy.

Photographer.

Really?

No way, I love photography.

- Oh, really?

What do you shoot?

- Portraits, mainly.

But not professionally, just Polaroids.

Right.

Now that we've all met,

I'm going to take your gags off

and you're all going to be very well behaved.

Good.

One.

- Fuck you.

- Now, Marcus, I won't have any bad language

at the dinner table.

Do I have to put your gag back on?

Good boy.

Games now in play.

Five.

- Get away from me, you sick fuck!

- Now, Connor, you heard what I said to Marcus about swearing.

You wouldn't want to lose any points

before the game has even begun, would you?

- What game?

The reason you're all here, of course,

to prove your true love and devotion to me.

To give me my perfect child.

- You're fucking crazy, you know?

If I ever get out of here, I'm gonna fucking kill you.

Hey, hey, listen to me.

Let me go!

Let me fucking go!

I don't want to be any part

of this sick, twisted game that you're playing.

I want nothing to do with this.

Let me go!

- Oh, no!

- Anyone else have anything bad they'd like to say?

Any more for any more?

- I'd like to leave now, please.

- Leave?

You can't leave now, Damien, you've only just arrived.

And to think of all the wasted effort

I would have made in accommodating you all tonight.

Does anyone have any proper questions?

- Why us?

- Isn't it obvious?

You all have something special about you.

Wonderful qualities I'd like to pass on to my future child.

And you've all shown your commitment

by coming here tonight.

Driving all this way

just to spend one night with me.

I mean, if that's not love, I don't know what is.

Well,

there'll be more time for questions later.

Now,

without much further ado, let me present you with

the rules.

Edward.

- Good evening, gentlemen.

Trust you're all well?

So here are the rules.

Breaking any of these rules will result in immediate elimination.

Elimination means you shall no longer

be continuing with the proceedings.

Over the course of this evening,

you gentlemen are going to be subjected to several games

that are designed to test you in each and every way.

Believe me, gentlemen, I am testament to this.

You may not leave this room unless instructed to.

You may not contact anybody outside of this room

unless instructed to.

You may not eliminate another player

unless instructed to.

The loser of each of these games

will be subjected to a forfeit

at the hands of my daughter, Isla.

Any breaking of these rules will result in immediate elimination.

Is that clear?

I said is that clear?

- Yes.

- Excellent.

I shall now leave you with my daughter, Isla,

for the first games.

- It's time for the first game.

I want to know how observant you are.

I thought we'd start off nice and easy with a quiz.

Now...

No conferring.

At the end of the three questions,

I'll gather up all of your papers,

and the person with the most correct answers wins.

The one with the least loses and faces a forfeit.

First question

what am I wearing now that I wore when I first met you all?

Next question.

How old am I?

Closest wins.

What did I say about conferring?

I can't see any pens moving.

Okay.

Suit yourselves.

Final question.

Why are you here tonight?

Three.

Two.

One.

Time's up. Stop writing.

Right.

Let's see how you've all done, then.

So firstly I asked you all to state what I'm wearing now

that I wore when I first met you all.

Shoes.

No.

Boots.

No.

Earrings.

No.

Necklace.

Very well observed, Damian and Joe.

Correct.

That's one point to Damian and Joe.

Perhaps the rest of you aren't as observant as I thought.

Next question.

How old do you think I am?

Well, seeing as none of you answ...

Very well played, Joe.

Well, you're completely wrong.

But an answer is an answer.

You get a point.

The rest of you should have grown some balls.

Now let's see how many of you were honest in this last answer.

Tom,

what did you write?

- I just wanted to make some friends.

- Okay.

I believe that, you get a point.

Francis,

what did you write?

- I just wanted to fuck.

- Language.

But, correct.

You also get a point.

Joe.

- I only spoke to you for a bit.

- Harsh

but honest.

That's a point,

- Damian.

- I wanted an escape and you seem really nice.

- Yeah.

Okay. Point.

- Marcus.

- Just to, uh, get to know you better, friends.

- Did you bring these as a conversation starter, then?

- I always bring... - Quiet!

- Let's add up the points now, shall we?

So,

one for Tom,

one for Francis,

three for Joe.

Two for Damian.

And none for Marcus.

Well, I'm really sorry,

but that means you'll have to face a forfeit.

- Bullshit.

- What did I say about swearing, Marcus?

You don't want to make this any worse for yourself.

- Fuck

You.

What are you doing?

What are you doing with that?

No...

What are you doing with that?

Don't... Please.

No, no, no.

No! Please! Please! No! Please!

Please, please, please, please, please.

Please, please, please, please.

Please, don't, help!

- Take a deep breath, Marcus.

- Help me! Please.

No, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Sorry. Sorry.

- Three.

No.

- Two. - Help!

Edward!

- Deep breaths, Marcus, it will slow the bleeding.

- Fuck you!

- Get a bucket.

And bring the next game.

As you wish.

- Maybe next time you'll be more honest with me.

- Why don't you get him some bandages?

Why won't you help him?

- I'm afraid that's the nature of the game.

People shouldn't lie, Damien.

I admire your compassion for the competition, though.

- I don't think you understand.

He's gonna bleed to death.

- He'll be fine.

I missed the artery.

I wouldn't want to cross out all my options, now, would I?

I've already lost one.

- This is gonna help?

- Hey.

Hey!

What is that?

- Hydrogen peroxide.

- Would you please excuse me for a moment, gentlemen?

- You're gonna be okay, Marcus, just breathe through

- Fuck you.

- We need to get out of here.

- No shit.

It's not like we have any other options.

- Hey, can you reach the knife?

- No, no, no.

That knife is the only thing

that's stopping him from bleeding to death.

Moving it would be fatal.

- Right now, seems like the only sensible thing we can do.

Utilitarianism or some shit.

- Surely there must be something.

- There's nothing.

- What do you mean?

- Don't you get it?

These games are designed to weed us out

one by one.

You saw what happened to him.

She's gonna keep going.

- After all these years.

I'm very disappointed, Edward.

- Camilla,

I didn't think she wanted eliminations this quickly.

We've already lost one.

- What did I tell you?

This is Isla's rite of passage, not yours.

Did Isla tell you to do that?

- No but...

- Then you're not following the rules.

You know, this means you'll have to take a forfeit.

- Camilla, please.

- And even if we did escape,

she's took our keys, phones, wallets.

- She's watching us.

- Yeah, well, of course she is.

- No,

look.

- Fuck!

- Apologies for that minor interruption.

Right.

Where were we?

It's time for the second game.

Now...

Who knows blackjack?

I know you do, Joe.

Well, this is my version.

The aim of the game is to get your card

to add up as close to 21 as possible.

An ace can be 1 or 11.

Number cards are their face value.

Jack, Queen and King are all ten.

Simple enough?

Yes?

But the catch

is that if you get higher than 21, you're out.

And in my version.

Eliminated.

Who here is willing to take a risk to survive?

Well.

Seeing as you've played before, we'll start with you, Joe.

So...

We begin.

Hit or stand.

- Why are you playing it face up?

- My game, my rules.

Hit or stand.

- But that gives everyone else an advantage.

- My game, my rules.

Hit or stand.

- Hit.

Hit.

Stand.

- Well.

2 for Joe.

- Francis.

Hit or stand?

In one mile your destination is on your right.

- Are you ready for a pint yet?

- No, thanks.

I might be driving.

- Well, there are rooms here if you need one.

- Thanks, um, we'll see.

- So what brings you around here, then?

- My son's at a party.

I just wanted to be near, just in case he needs me.

It's silly really.

- No, it's not silly.

I get it.

- Mm...

Maybe I should point out that my son is actually 21.

He's just not used to doing this sort of thing, really.

Oh.

- Yeah.

- No, it's sweet.

My dad was the same before he passed away.

- I'm sorry.

- It was a few years ago now.

Cancer's a bitch, hey?

- David.

- Chris.

- I think I will have half a pint, please.

And, um, get something for yourself as well.

- Are you sure?

- I insist.

- Thanks.

- Hit.

Hit.

Hit.

- Wow.

I wasn't expecting that.

I'm very sorry, Marcus.

- Damien.

Hit or stand?

- Damien, stand!

Marcus has already lost.

- You can't tell him what to do.

- It's the only sensible thing to do.

- What the fuck? - Right thing to do!

- He's fucking lying.

- Stand.

Well, well.

It appears we have people taking sides.

Things are definitely starting to heat up.

You lost Marcus,

again.

But I do like a man who takes a risk.

I have an idea.

I'm going to give you a chance.

Will you keep your word?

When you first met me, you said, and I quote.

- Honestly, I would kill for a woman like you.

- So do it.

Now, will it be Francis?

Tom?

Joe?

Or Damian?

I don't want to.

- Where's all that fight gone?

Big man like you.

- Please.

- This man betrayed you.

Three.

Two.

Now that is how you spice things up.

Of course, I couldn't just let you eliminate him.

Oh.

Congratulations on winning, Joe.

Right. I'm bored.

Let's make things exciting by playing the last game, shall we?

The simplest one of them all.

Who would you

like to eliminate?

- They just disappeared.

Just like that.

- Surely he would have told someone where he was going.

- No, he didn't tell a soul.

It's like it was a big secret.

- Well, no wonder you're so protective over your son.

- Yeah.

Anyway, how about you?

What brings you down here?

- Um.

I moved out when my dad passed away.

I went a bit off the rails, to be honest with you.

I got myself into a bit of trouble,

but my family still live up there.

I rarely get to see them anymore.

Life just gets in the way sometimes, doesn't it?

- So why don't they come see you?

- I've invited them.

I mean, there's always a spare room here.

I would literally sleep in the cellar if I had to.

Give me a second.

? Oh, I won't be there then ?

- You've got 10s starting from now.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight. Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three. Two.

One.

Marcus.

Joe.

Marcus.

Damien.

Damien.

Well, that's two points to both Damien and Marcus.

Francis and Tom win.

Hmm.

Joint winners and losers.

What shall we do?

Now.

I gave Marcus a chance to redeem himself.

I think it's only fair if I give you the same.

And seeing as you wouldn't take a risk earlier,

I want you to show your dedication to me

by drinking this.

All of it.

I can't do that.

No,

you won't.

There's a difference.

But the choice here really is simple.

Drink this

and you live.

Refuse and...

I eliminate you both.

Aren't you anti-climactic?

- Oh.

- See?

Wasn't that difficult, was it?

Well.

This is it, Marcus.

I'm afraid I can't give you any more chances.

You've already lost three games.

Thank you so much for coming.

- I want to do it.

I want to do it.

I want to.

- You are surprising me more and more each second.

- Come on then,

shoot me.

Do it.

Pull the trigger you fucking.

- Shut up!

- You fucking killed one person already

so what's a second...

- Shut up, shut up, shut up!

Shut up, shut up!

What a surprise!

- Fuck!

- I mean, it could have been a little bit more considerate.

I've only just had the walls painted.

At least he went out with a bang, though.

Well, I don't know why you all look so distraught.

Don't you understand?

This is good for you.

You're one body closer to getting mine.

- Can you cover him up?

- Pardon, Francis?

- Cover him up, for God's sake.

At least give the man some decency.

- Say, please.

- You're one crazy f...

- Say please, Francis.

- Please.

- Okay.

Just for you.

I like it.

You're learning.

Now, I really should get this cleaned up.

Edward!

I know!

Quite a lot has happened since you last came.

Would you please clean up and take the men downstairs?

Of course.

- And I know you'll all be on your best behaviour.

And I'll see you all

downstairs.

Ta ta.

- Fuck, man. Fuck!

- We're really gonna die here,

aren't we?

- We've got to do something.

There's got to be some way out of here, right?

- You still banking on that happening?

- We just...

We just have to...

We just have to work as a team, you know?

- Fuck a team.

There's only one of us that's gonna get out of here alive.

It's gonna be me.

- You'd be wise not to make any enemies right now.

- I'm just saying.

- You don't get it, do you?

No one walks away from this.

- Hey, she can probably hear us, right?

Keep your voice down.

Four players remaining.

- And then there were four.

- How's it going?

- Not bad, thanks.

- Any elims?

- Two.

Photographer and the doctor.

- Oh, what a shame.

The doctor could have been useful.

Isla, I know, you're frustrated.

These things take time.

- Not for you.

- I was very lucky with Edward.

You'll find one.

- But when?

- You can't rush these things, Isla.

It took your grandfather years to find my mother, bless her.

She's so dedicated to the family

even if she has lost her marbles.

Still, I know how much you enjoy the games.

I remember your first.

You were practically bouncing off the walls,

Counting down the minutes until they arrived.

I think I recall the whole thing only lasting around an hour.

You're much better at it these days.

Still, the night isn't over yet.

He could be here right now.

- Yes,

I suppose.

- Well, I better get back to it.

I'm doing something special for you.

- You look shattered.

- Yeah.

- I'm really sorry, I'm gonna have to close the bar up.

- Oh, right. Yeah, yeah, um, okay.

Uh, would it be okay if I just use the toilets just quickly?

- Yeah. Of course.

Thanks.

? I just want you by my side, girl ?

Are you sure?

- Yeah, it's fine.

The landlord doesn't come in till late on Sundays.

- Well, thank you.

- You really remind me of my dad.

Night, David.

- Good night.

- And then there were four.

Now, before you even think about it,

there's no way out of this room.

Don't even bother.

The windows are barred.

The door is locked.

It's just you.

You may also notice something on your ankle.

Not only is that a tracking device, it allows me.

To do

this.

- Oh!

Trust me.

It gets worse.

But at least now you know what's in store if you misbehave.

But...

Are we ready for the next game?

Now, this one

is about willpower.

Now, behind each of you is an envelope.

Inside this envelope is a challenge.

Fingernails.

Achilles tendon.

Eardrum.

And eyeball.

Good luck boys.

You have three minutes starting from now.

- Uh, uh, uh.

I wouldn't do that, Marcus.

I'm sure you can guess what happens if you take that off.

Do it.

Do it!

Do it.

You're fucking stupid.

It's just a few minutes.

Well, well, well.

Nicely done, boys.

Francis, I am very sorry,

but you just don't have the willpower.

You'll have to be eliminated.

- Come and fucking do it yourself then.

You want to fucking kill me?

Come here!

Come and fucking get me, you fucking bitch!

I'll fucking kill you!

- Marcus.

He's yours.

- No, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Think about this.

You want to think about what you're doing.

No, no, no, no.

Hey, Marcus, look at me!

Marcus!

- No, no, no.

Hey, hey, look at me, look at me, look at me.

I'm not

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

Hey, I'm not the enemy here, okay?

Look at me. I'm not...

I'm not the enemy.

That's the real enemy.

- Fuck the fucking team!

- No, no, listen, listen.

No. The rules.

Marcus, the rules, man!

-They see you. They see you, see you, see you, see you.

Congratulations.

What an incredible display of your strength, Marcus.

In celebration,

I arranged for you to have a little treat.

Enjoy.

- Well, aren't you a mucky bunch?

Ooh,

that looks a bit sharp.

Make sure you don't run with it.

Here, this is for you.

You can share it with your friend when he wakes up.

? Blood beautiful ?

? Welcome to the family ?

I'm very sorry Marcus.

I enjoyed your passion

and your

Status report two players remaining.

- You knew, didn't you,

that he would die if he killed Francis?

- Yeah.

- There's no way out, is there?

- I don't think so.

I wouldn't waste energy.

- I don't want to kill anyone.

- Neither did I.

But you Aren't you?

- You didn't have to set him up like that.

- What would you prefer?

We let her have another game.

That was an easy decision.

Nice watch.

- It's my dad's.

- He's not getting that back, is he?

- Where have you been?

- I was, um, I was just sorting...

- Is the dining hall ready yet?

- Yes, dear.

- Good.

- Who, um...

Who lost?

- Marcus and Francis.

Get the men upstairs.

We'll get their keys and we'll move their cars.

- Of course.

I'm going to take you boys upstairs.

Get up.

Tom?

Where's your car?

I'll ask once more

before I instruct Edward to pull the trigger.

Where is your car?

- My chauffeur drove me.

- Your chauffeur?

So are you telling me that you didn't arrive alone?

Well, I can't have that, can I?

They know you're here.

What's the password to your phone?

Fine.

We'll play your way.

Argh!

- Balloon.

- I'm sorry. What was that.

- Balloon!

It appears your chauffeur has been in touch.

Dad.

Hi mate, hope you're having a good evening

Are you going to want picking up tomorrow?

Bit worried you haven't text.

Kiss.

I don't like liars, Tom.

- Please, please. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Please.

- Why don't we give your chauffeur a call?

- No.

Hello?

- Hello, is this Tom's chauffeur?

- Yes, yes, yes, yes. - Hello.

Hi, there.

Um, Tom's not really feeling very well,

and I was wondering if it would be at all possible

for you to come and pick him up?

Oh, yes, yes, of course. I'll be there shortly.

- That's brilliant.

Thank you.

I'll see you soon.

Just park outside the house.

Then there were three.

Get them in upstairs.

Get up!

Face the wall, now.

Get up! Face the wall!

Put your hands behind your back.

Put your hands behind your back.

Stay there!

Tom, stop!

- Back off!

- Shh!

It will hear you.

You can't cut that off.

It will set off an alarm.

There are more of them than you think.

- Yeah? How can I trust you?

- Who's that?

Who is it?

- It's my dad.

- Yeah. David?

Balloon. Balloon.

Sit down.

Put your arms up.

Get your arms up!

Don't move.

- Joe?

Joe!

I've got a plan.

- Hi, I'm here for Tom.

Is he ready?

- David.

- Edward?

I thought you were dead.

- Hi, there, you must be Tom's chauffeur.

- Yes, David.

- Pleasure, he's just inside.

Would you mind taking your shoes off, please?

Just this way.

- Where's Tom?

- He's just getting his things together.

Uh, can I grab you anything to drink?

- No, thank you.

Just take me to him, that would be great.

I'm sure he just wants to go.

- Hello, David.

Lovely of you to join us.

Now, I must admit, you're a little bit of a surprise, but...

Hey, ho,

here we are.

Now, your son has really proven himself this evening.

You should be proud.

He does need to stop lying,

don't you?

We can work on that,

can't we, darling?

- Please.

Just let us go.

- I'm afraid I can't do that, David.

You're a witness.

Besides,

we still need to find a winner.

Mhm.

And that's where you come in, David.

Edward?

Get the pliers.

- Are you sure?

- Yes I'm sure.

As you wish.

- Now, David,

you'd do anything to help your son, right?

- Yes.

- Now your next move

decides who has the advantage in the last game.

Pass the challenge and it falls to your son, Tom.

Fail,

and it falls to Joe here.

- I don't understand.

- Hmm

You will.

Just wait.

- You can't do this.

- Oh, I can.

- No, please!

- W... W... What are you doing?

- Please! - What are you doing?

- Whoa! Stop! Stop it! Please!

Please! Just stop it!

Stop it!

- Ah! Ah!

- I knew you'd come around eventually.

Now, David,

your challenge is to pull out one of your teeth.

It's your choice which one.

- What the fuck?

- Language, David.

You've got three minutes.

- Sorry.

- Have you got something to share?

- No.

- Good.

Clock's ready whenever you are.

- It'll be all right, dad.

- Oh.

How sweet.

Three.

Two.

One.

- Oh!

- Almost halfway, David.

- Everything okay, Edward?

- Yes, dear, sorry, you startled me, that's all.

- How's she doing?

I heard we have an unexpected guest.

- One of the boys' fathers.

- Well, isn't that exciting?

You look tired.

- I'm fine.

- Well, don't forget to do your chores

after everything's finished.

- Congratulations, David.

Welcome to the family.

So, Tom,

you have the advantage in the last game,

thanks to your dad.

Bad luck, Joe.

Mm.

Edward.

Come with me.

Don't go anywhere.

Mummy!

Edward spilled wine all over my shirt.

- Have you learned your lesson?

Look at me.

- Dad, are you okay?

Come here, give me your arms.

Dad, are you okay?

Right, put your arms up.

Okay.

Joe,

give me your hands.

I need you to come with me, okay?

We have to save him.

- Fuck that. I'm not saving him.

For all we know, this could be another game

designed to see which of us is stupid enough to follow him.

- He's on our side.

- No one is on your side, Tom.

You want to eliminate yourself?

Be my guest.

- We can't just leave him.

Fine.

Stay.

Take this.

You shoot anything that comes through that door.

Okay?

Hey, hey, Edward, hey, hey.

We need to go!

- Don't kill her, please.

Look, Edward, listen.

Please. Where are the car keys?

Where is she?

- She's upstairs.

Up.

- Up?

- Up.

Up? Edward. Edward!

- We got 19, 15, 19.

Mother is dead.

Help! Help!

He's gonna kick the door down right now!

There's two more downstairs.

I'm putting the house...

Come on!

Ah!

- Fuck! Oh, shit!

- Oh!

Fuck!

- Argh!

- Come on then!

Don't shoot, don't shoot, it's me!

- What's happening? - It's me. It's me.

We need to leave right now.

Come on. Come on.

Where is she?

Look. She's dead.

- She's dead. Come on. - Fuck!

- Look, she was on the phone to someone,

I think another family is coming.

Breached.

Breached.

- Are we just gonna run?

- They'll hear us if we go for the car.

- Ain't gonna lie, lad, running was never my fort�.

- We've got no choice.

- Then that's what we're gonna do.

On three?

- Yeah.

On three.

Ready?

One. Two.

Eyes on the target.

Take the shot.

We've got a code red.

I repeat, a code red.

Disconnected.

- In today's news, a series of disappearances in Berkshire

is being investigated by Thames Valley Police

after a link was made between several of the cases.

- World's a scary place now, isn't it?

- Too right.

On 49 Midnight Road, Reading...

- Well, thank you.

October, only hours.

- Lovely as always.

- Same time tomorrow?

- Oh, you know me too well, Chris.

- See you later. - Bye.

- Ta da!

Black trousers

at around 6 p.m. on the 28th of October last year.

If you have any information.

He's gone now.