Lure

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.

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.

[gentle orchestral music continues]

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.