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What are you doing?

Please. Please don't shoot!

No, no!

Pull!

Yeah, not calibrated properly. Something wrong with the trap.

Did you bring my papers?

Shit, I knew I forgot something.

I left them in our London office.

Should I have them couriered?

No, not to worry. I'll finalize it on our return.

Who was the call with?

If it were any of your business, Robert...

I still wouldn't tell you.

You know, you should probably forfeit, Caleb.

-Stick to what you're good at. -Dare I ask, what is that?

Well, calligraphy.

You know that was your future son-in-law's hobby

as a child, Robert?

Well, I've always believed

the pen to be mightier than the sword.

I think that depends on who's holding the sword.

Hear, hear.

What would you say, Caleb? Pen or the sword?

Pull!

Pen it is.

You'll get the next one, Caleb.

Hi, Daddy.

Relax.

I'll get her wet for you again.

I was always rather good at that.

Caleb, put your phone away.

It's your wedding weekend, for Christ's sake.

- The women. - Shut up, Jackson.

Phillip, you're the marksman of the family.

Grab a shotgun and help us take out these bloody assassins.

I couldn't possibly intrude upon your quality time

with Caleb, Father.

Well, somebody could do with some bonding.

Or a good slap, if you ask me.

Bondage would be the middle ground, Jackson.

If you're interested.

I missed you.

Right, come on, Julia, let's finish off your man.

On your call, Liz.

Pull!

Bloody well missed.

Wait for it, old chap.

Pull!

Shot, darling.

That is rather embarrassing for you, brother.

On the contrary.

I like a woman who can handle a big gun, brother.

Did you hear what Caleb said about your daughter, Robert?

What?

Come on, let's get warm.

You're going to look like a princess, dear.

Once I fit you into my dress.

Are you calling me fat?

No, no.

Henry, what Scotch is this? It's rather good.

Oh, it's the MacLaren.

Red Collection, Mr. Wingate.

Ah, that's the 73K one.

Yes, one of only three we have in stock.

Mrs. Foresight paid for it.

Oh.

And Mrs. Wingate prepaid for the other two bottles.

Anything else, gentlemen?

-We'll be closing soon. -Yes, please, Henry.

If you invite the ladies in,

we'll have a round of hot toddies for everyone.

I expect that to be on the house.

Please. Thank you.

Uncle Henry should sell this place.

He always looks so put out.

Yeah, well, the murder-suicide

can't have been good for business.

Hm, such a senseless tragedy.

I did mean to ask, how are your people holding up?

Well, it's been an awful month, to say the least,

with the wedding and--

You couldn't very well cancel on our guests.

You old buggers would have lost a fortune.

Ah, Henry would have lost a fortune.

Who would have thought one of our executives

would do such a thing?

He was going through a divorce

and he had developed a drinking problem.

It's fortunate you and Caleb weren't there.

Remind me, Robert,

where exactly were you?

Well, I-- We were in Nigeria

for the Dry-Tech negotiations.

Weren't we, Caleb?

To be honest, I do feel guilty.

Maybe I could have done something.

I'm sure you would have saved the day, Father.

So it is true

that your negotiations with Dry-Tech have stalled

because of it?

What Jackson wants to know is, can Envision steal the account?

Look, all is fair in love, war, and business, brother.

And you wouldn't call it stealing

if you hadn't gone to the dark side, would you?

Some of us want to succeed on our own merit, brother.

Play nice, Caleb.

You have the opportunities you have

because of the start our business gave you.

And I want to do more than

pillage the world's resources for profits.

Hm. William, did Caleb tell you about his work in Syria?

Please, not that philanthropic nonsense again.

We should just take the land, drain it,

I mean, subtly, of course, and be done with the region.

Or we can get innocent people out

and make plans for good politics.

Yes, and allow them to inflate their GDP for global terrorism.

-Brilliant. -It's not that simple.

Caleb's hard work has given us our best year,

and he's about to close the deal of the century.

And there it is, gentlemen. Caleb and his angles.

It's good for the media, investors,

and therefore it will be good for the Dry-Tech deal.

Wow, so perceptive, Jackson.

I do have to say, it does feel good to give back.

Caleb keeps records, gentlemen.

I like to remember what is said.

Ah, a Nixon defense if I ever heard one.

Hm, CEO conduct, if you ask me.

Speaking of the deal, what's the latest, Caleb?

Oh, they're happy we secured the land in Nigeria

for the geothermal plant.

Now, I have to lock them in before Monday's deadline.

I will.

Of course, he will.

Father.

-Good night, gentlemen. -Night, Phillip.

- Good night, Phillip. - Phillip!

I asked you not to upset Phillip this weekend, didn't I, Daddy?

Darling, you know he's too delicate

for big-boy conversation.

It can't be easy being second to your golden boy.

Ah, yes, FYI, we are staged for the hijack,

so watch your back, brother.

Were these two always like this growing up?

From rugby to girls, yes.

Well, as it should be.

None of this "everyone gets a trophy" bollocks.

Well, I for one hope that Caleb gets the girl on this deal, too.

Didn't know we called sloppy seconds "getting the girl" now.

-For fuck's sake. -Jackson, apologize at once.

It's fine, Mother.

I'd imagine it's tough to lose to the better man.

Ah, Thomas, perfect timing.

That's a first, Thomas.

Ignore him, Thomas. Thank you.

Twat.

That's our midnight warning. Let's toast.

The groom cannot see the bride on their wedding day.

Well, she's right.

Marriage needs all the luck it can get these days.

And loyalty, Barbara.

To Julia and Caleb.

To Julia and Caleb.

Mm.

Caleb, we need to know

you fully understand the repercussions

of what you're about to do to your father, to Envision.

I am doing this for my family.

And Julia, are you doing this for her?

Ah, brother.

I suppose you fancy getting a couple of brass in?

Last night of freedom, all that.

I'm going to bed a faithful man.

Your loss.

Sweet Cakes Caroline has a right ass on her.

He's like a pimple on my back.

I'm better off dead than alive until I win the Dry-Tech deal.

I need the fucking money now.

You can fucking wait like everyone else.

...bollocks.

Well, I for one hope that Caleb

gets the girl on this deal, too.

Didn't know we called sloppy seconds

"getting the girl" now.

For fuck's sake.

Did you bring my papers?

Shit, I knew I forgot something.

I left them in our London office.

Should I have them couriered?

No, not to worry. I'll finalize it on our ret--

I've been watching you, Mr. Wingate.

And I like you.

You've surrounded yourself with enemies

who are growing desperate.

Whether you know it or not,

there is blood on your hands, and a price must be paid.

Caleb has the keys to the kingdom now, doesn't he?

What are you waffling on about?

He has my sister, my father,

and probably Eco-Right soon.

You're Robert's son, Phillip.

Blood is always thicker than water.

Not when you're an adopted invert.

Not when it comes to legacies.

You look absolutely beautiful.

It's a Brioni Vanquish.

It's worth more than your salary.

Knob head.

Picture of the brothers together?

Yes, please, that'd be nice.

Your lapel.

Oh, thank you.

Your bride is beautiful.

She is.

All right, no pulling faces,

we'll have these pictures for the rest of our lives.

Today would be nice, thank you.

For fuck's sake.

Darling!

Oh, champers.

Yes, please. Thank you.

Thank you for the picture.

No, thank you, Caleb.

Oh, I am so proud.

- My eldest is married. - Yes.

Now you can officially start your drinking problem, Caleb.

I don't know what you're laughing at. You're next.

Oh, bollocks to all that, Mother.

Staying a rogue for life.

That's because he couldn't pay a woman enough to marry him.

Honestly, it's like trying to keep a pig

from a field of troughs.

George, would you leave that lady alone and get over here?

What do you want, you old tart?

I want you to keep your bloody hands to yourself.

You will always be my queen.

I see you're very much alive and kicking, you old scoundrel.

Oh, don't you worry, Jackson.

I haven't spent your inheritance.

-Not yet anyway. -No, maybe not,

but I'm sure you'll make us bury you with it.

-Jackson, enough. -Barbara, relax.

I like an honest man.

It's the one with the moral compass that scares me.

Not this again.

You know I want to do more than make money.

That's easy to say when you're born with it.

What?

Caleb needs to remember where his allegiances lie.

A Wingate decides his own destiny, Father.

Still, a Wingate takes all for the family

and nothing less.

William, we need to talk about that bit of business later.

Julia, you look beautiful.

Just gorgeous.

Thank you both so much.

Anne, George.

I must say, you look stunning today, Barbara.

How many of these have you had?

Julia, don't worry.

Caleb's a gentleman, unlike his father.

Father has a surprise for Caleb.

My wedding gift to you. Just a little something.

-I'm to be the CEO of Eco-Right. -Fuck off.

Fuck off!

Right, I'll be at the bar getting shit-faced

if anyone gives a fuck.

Phillip.

Daddy, I thought you told Phillip.

No, there's no need. It's my decision.

-He knows it. -Thank you, Robert.

I don't know what to say. It means a lot.

You're the future, Caleb. Time for me to take a back seat.

I'm so proud of you, husband.

You've worked hard for it, Caleb.

You deserve it.

- Uh, yeah, bravo and all that. - Yes, well done.

Would all our guests

please make their way into the reception?

What?

How could you do that to Phillip?

He needs to work harder than anyone else.

But today of all--

You made him soft, Fiona.

You just love to humiliate him.

Wow.

-No, it's okay. I'm fine. -You sure?

Yeah, yeah, I'm not about to throw up.

-Yeah. Oh. -Yeah.

I'm joking.

Hold on a second.

- Caleb, please. - I know. I know.

I'm so sorry, darling.

One call in case it's an emergency. Then it's off.

Julia, didn't you need to speak to Daddy about your dance?

Yeah, sure. Be quick. I mean it.

- Bye, Jackson. - Mm.

Caleb Wingate. Hell-- hello?

Is anyone there?

I know who you are, Caleb.

Okay, if this is about the Dry-Tech deal,

- I'm in the middle of my-- - Wedding day.

And what you must do could kill your "deal of the century."

You have my attention.

I'm going to ask you to murder someone.

Who is this?

Who I am is not important.

-What you must do is. -You know what?

I don't have time for this shit. Not today.

You do have time.

You have until midnight to decide who dies.

Where the fuck is Phillip?

I don't know.

Well, why did you tell Caleb about the CEO position today?

Because I'm making him CEO. It's his fucking wedding day.

Why can't I give him a wedding gift?

You know, I better get some action later.

Or I'll have to make a transaction.

You're nervous about your speech.

Just say I look beautiful and--

Well, Caleb's not very good at lying.

- Prick. - It's a joke.

-Or do you not do those anymore? -You're getting drunk.

Yes, I am. It's a wedding. That's what you do.

-It's that call, isn't it? -What call?

It's nothing. I'm fine.

Hm. Three desserts, Lizzy. Where does it all go?

-Real nice, Jackson. -It's a compliment, if anything.

She's bulimic, you fucking wanker.

Well, I didn't-- Send her to a fucking rehab, then.

I need some air.

Listen to me. I don't know what your game is,

but it ends now. Do I make myself--

I'll contact you on the satellite phone now.

Hold on. Wait a minute. How did you--

What's wrong with my phone?

Yours has no signal.

Caleb? Where are you?

Caleb?

Come out, Caleb.

Come out, Caleb.

Come out, now.

What the fuck?

Why did you send me a picture of Robert?

- He is your mark. - My mark?

You are to kill him by midnight.

Are you okay, sir?

Do you need any assistance?

Fuck.

Now that you know what I'm capable of,

you will do as I say and not involve anyone else.

I won't. I promise.

But I'm not capable of killing.

With the right motive, everyone is capable.

What motive?

Ask Robert about the Dara tribe.

You'll be divorced by midnight at this rate.

For once, I agree with Jackson.

Ladies and gentlemen,

would you please give your undivided attention

to the father of a bride, Mr. Robert Foresight.

Thank you.

My Julia, I'm a man of few words,

and you've stolen them.

You look as beautiful as your mother and I envisaged

you'd look on your wedding day.

- Bloody beautiful. - I know I would.

Steady on. I can close the open bar.

Now, every princess deserves a prince,

and I am fortunate enough to entrust her to one.

Caleb, it's an honor to officially welcome you

to the family, son.

Put me out of my misery.

Um...

Thank you, Robert.

You and Fiona have been nothing but kind to me,

and I promise to be the best husband I can be.

Julia and I...

What was I going to say?

I-- Yes.

I-- I promise to follow

the wise advice of my parents.

My mother tells me, "For a happy life,

listen to your wife, do as you're bloody well told."

My father tells me, "For a happy life,

do as you're bloody well told."

- At least you got one, mate. - Uh...

Seriously, though, Julia.

You look like a most wonderful dream today.

I, uh...

I have longed for this day from the moment I met you.

And I feel truly honored to stand next to you

and to formally call you Mrs. Wingate.

And I will never hurt you,

not intentionally.

That's a little dark, Caleb.

I'm sorry.

I'll be right back.

Where the fuck are you going? My speech!

Heavy is the head that wears the crown.

I'm sorry.

Robert should have told you about the promotion.

That would mean Robert thinking of someone other than himself.

Are you okay, Caleb?

You're not having second thoughts, are you?

How could I?

I love your sister.

How are we looking with our primary issue

with the Dry-Tech deal?

I'm working on it with our contact.

Work harder, will you?

It's a potential windfall for all of us.

Caleb,

your phone.

Your father must be crushed.

A failing empire.

And now his son is the leader of his biggest competitor.

Tell me, where does your allegiance lie now?

I will always be a Wingate.

That's what concerns me.

A Wingate takes everything for the family and all that.

Open the top drawer of the desk.

- What is this? - It is a motive.

- Why are you doing this to me? - Look outside.

You have until midnight to kill Robert or Julia will die.

Caleb.

It's your brother's speech.

We should probably go.

-It's Dry-Tech. -Come along now.

Even I didn't work on my wedding day.

Maybe that's why it was one of the best days of my life.

Marrying Mother? It's hard to imagine.

Yeah, I suppose it is now.

Our problem started when I put work before her.

I regret it.

-Do you still love her? -Yes, I do.

She was quite the head-turner in her day.

And she gave me two sons. What else could a man want for?

Father...

If you had to...

would you kill to save her life?

Is there something I should know?

No, um...

I'm being hypothetical.

Well, in that case,

with no choice and her life on the line...

yes, I would.

I want you to know,

once I secure Dry-Tech, I'll help the family business.

-You'll do no such thing, Caleb. -But you could go under.

Don't worry about me, son.

I'll come back stronger and meaner

as always.

Now, let's enjoy

the rest of yours and Julia's special day.

Of course, they used to refer to him as Needledick, but some--

Oh!

Well, it's kind of the groom to make it.

Do sit, please, sit.

It's your wedding, after all. Hello, Dad.

Um,

uh, where was I?

Yeah.

Caleb and I shared everything growing up.

Everything.

And in a way...

we still do.

Don't we, brother?

-Sit down, Jackson. -You shush now.

Shit. How did Oscar Wilde put it?

Um, yes.

"There are many things that we might throw away...

if we were not afraid

that others might pick them up again."

Enough.

And that's big brothers for you.

You know, they say they're looking out for you.

When in fact

what they're really doing is they're taking from you.

Pretty sure I nailed that one.

-Interesting, Jackson. -Thank you very much.

Well, I guess it could have been worse.

You need to cut him off.

He'll only make more of a scene.

Isn't it time for one of your disappearing acts?

-It's out of my control. -Fine.

But can you at least pretend to be here when you're here?

And now, it is time

for the bride and groom's first dance!

How wonderful.

Is there something wrong with our song now?

No.

I'm beginning to think you're having regrets

about marrying me.

Never.

Not for a second.

Is that you, Marisha?

Where are you, Marisha?

They're doing their dance, Jackson.

Yes.

You need to loosen up, brother.

That's a single malt, you savage.

Did my speech upset you?

You need to stop being so bloody sensitive--

Will you please fuck off?

Come on, everyone, join. Let's get on the dance floor.

You know you want to.

You are not yourself, Caleb.

I told you and Father

I didn't want Jackson as my best man.

I know you don't see it, but he looks up to you.

Stop defending him, Mother.

I want you both to be happy.

Robert always likes to dance, not like your father.

Don't get me wrong, he can dance.

He never wants to. Not with me, anyway.

I like dancing.

Sit down, Caleb.

You're embarrassing Julia.

Have you been smoking or something?

No, just had a few drinks,

and I want to join the party.

All right, you want to party? We're dancing.

Come on.

I wondered when you two would get on the dance floor.

Darling, you're supposed to be having a good time.

I am, Mother. I'm just dealing with a lot right now.

I know this whole wedding malarkey is overwhelming,

but it's Julia's special day.

She needs you to notice her the most.

Come on, I raised you to be a better husband

than your father.

Now smile and I'll stop.

Come on, one smile.

It'll do.

May I trade one beautiful lady for another?

Yeah, sure, take her.

Charming.

Come on, Caleb, loosen up.

You're miles away again, Caleb.

Whatever it is, it better be life or death

because you're ruining our special day.

Oh, my God.

Well, don't just stand there, Caleb.

Help her up!

Come on, darling.

What is wrong with you, Caleb?

Fine, fucking leave.

Barbara, I'll go, I'll go.

I'm fine, Lizzy. Just-- Can you just do my dress?

We're closed

until the reception gets out, Mr. Wingate.

I'd like a glass...

A bottle, actually, and the bar to myself.

Just put it on my family's private tab.

Caleb. I'm worried about you.

Talk to me.

Really, Caleb?

I want to know what the hell is going on right now, Caleb.

Well, say something, or do I need a fucking phone

-to talk to you now? -Calm down, sweetheart.

We're discussing a delicate business matter.

And once that's sorted, he'll be back to his old self.

But, Father, it's my wedding day.

Julia, go back out to your guests

and put on a good fucking show.

You sent me to the best schools and I excelled.

And yet, you still treat me like I'm a little girl.

I'm your eldest,

and your estate will be in my hands one day.

-Give me the fucking gun. -Robert, I--

Was going to shoot me.

There's a sniper out there and he's--

Wait, it's like you were expecting this.

Let's say I'm not surprised.

The shooting last month looked like a hit.

And people were killed for the Dry-Tech deal.

What does he want?

And for you to do it?

By midnight.

I want you to think. What can you tell me about him?

He's British.

He mentioned the deal and the Dara tribe.

Oh, fuck.

They call him The Aldhiyb, it's Arabic for wolf.

What's his leverage?

He said-- He would...

He said he'd, uh, he'd kill me.

I tried the police, but he hacked the call,

cut the lines, disabled our signal.

We're doing right by these tribes, aren't we?

Yes, yes, of course we are.

The only thing they missed was our opening offer.

It's a tricky business.

Sometimes, you get your hands dirty.

Any idea where he is?

-He's out there. -Right.

Okay, you stay here, I'm going to liaise with him.

You don't speak a word of this to anyone.

I haven't--

Is this a good idea?

Everyone has a price, Caleb. Don't you ever forget that.

He's outside.

-Why didn't you shoot him? -I couldn't, and Julia came in.

I told you, I'm not capable.

Your wife will die if you don't.

Listen, no one has to die.

He's willing to make you an offer.

I want to watch Robert die. Can he offer me this?

Robert! Can you hear me?

I thought I had until midnight.

They said to shoot Robert if he came outside.

Who are "they?"

Who hired you?

You don't know.

You're alive.

He's alive.

They said you had to kill Robert.

If anyone tries to leave, they will die.

-It's okay, it's all right. -You, look, there was no need

for that cheap shot earlier, and I'll have you know I--

The fuck's wrong with Robert?

He's been shot.

-You are joking, aren't you? -No!

-We need to get him inside. -No, no, it's blood--

I can't handle that shit, you know I can't.

Pull yourself together and help me get him up.

Or do you want to stay here?

What-- No.

For fuck's sake.

Come on, man, Jesus.

Father!

Ah, the prodigal son returns. Where the fuck have you been?

- What happened to him? - He's been shot.

Help us get him comfortable.

Shit, Caleb.

We need to get him an ambulance.

No, we can't.

-I'll explain later. -Who shot him?

A sniper, called The Wolf.

-Bloody hell, where is he, then? -He's in the woods.

Do you think that is a wise place to stand right now?

-Are you okay, Mr. Foresight? -Does he look okay?

-Should I get Henry? -No, no, don't worry my brother.

-Get me some water, please. -And some bar towels.

Shit, okay, yeah, yeah.

Thank you.

No, it's too late, my Brioni's fucking ruined.

-Seriously? -Yeah.

If you knew what was happening,

you wouldn't be bloody slamming doors!

Oh, shut it, Jackson.

Robert, it is your daughter's wedding day,

and you're in here lying--

What the hell's happened now?

Christ, that's what she asks me.

What happened, Father?

It's not as bad as it looks, darling.

Jackson, Jackson, draw the curtains.

-Can't Thomas do it? -Henry doesn't pay me enough.

For fuck's sake.

Julia, you okay?

Yes.

Is anyone hurt?

No, I think we're all all right.

I've been shot.

Are you going to be okay, Thomas?

What, is it bad? No, I don't want to die.

It's a laceration, it's a cut from the glass.

I'll take care of you.

Who in the hell is shooting at us?

Some nutcase with a sniper rifle.

-And what does this maniac want? -We don't know yet.

Do you think the guests heard that down the hall?

Apparently not.

Well, I'm assuming the emergency services are on their way.

No, and we won't be calling them.

It'd destroy me, my family.

Well, I'll call then, shall I?

No one's calling anyone,

and you can all get up off the floor.

If he wanted to kill you, you'd be dead already.

Phillip, hit the lights.

All right, help me close these curtains.

Do it carefully.

Quiet, I need quiet.

What the fuck are you doing?

For the life of me, what are you trying to achieve?

Ah.

Willing to wager that was the only listening device in here.

There's still a good chance we're being watched.

Wait, someone can see us?

Just behave as you would, please.

Don't give the bastard the gratification.

-We need to notify our security. -Julia, they'd be here by now.

I think he's probably killed them.

He has.

-I saw it happen. -Then we call the police.

We couldn't if we wanted to, the lines are cut.

-Signals are jammed. -What?

All right, stay calm, everybody,

let us concentrate on what we can fix for now.

Okay, Julia, I've got it.

This might hurt.

They wanted to keep you alive.

-How do you know that? -Bullet went straight through.

These people don't miss.

Then, we should get Daddy to his room.

Negative,

he's lost too much blood, he wouldn't make it.

No, we'll, uh,

we'll clean him up down here, try and stop the bleeding.

-I need something sharp. -Oh.

-I have my sewing kit. -Yeah, yeah, that might work.

Will it hurt him much?

Uh, yes.

Then, I'll do it.

Caleb, help Fiona, pinch the wound tightly together.

Jackson, get over here, soak up the blood.

No, thank you.

Well, get some bloody alcohol then.

That I can do.

-Jackson, please. -What?

Uh, no, not the MacLaren.

Just one of the blended mixes.

Thank you, Thomas.

Thank you, Thomas.

All right.

On three. One, two, three.

So...

do we have any idea who's out there?

It's The Wolf.

Fuck.

Last I heard, he retired.

Married some Nigerian woman.

The calls you keep getting...

-Are you involved in this? -Yes, well, um--

-No, he's-- -For fuck's sake.

Julia.

I thought The Wolf worked for you.

-Yeah, so did I. -Why would you hire a terrorist?

-Oh, fucking hell. -He's not a fanatic, Fiona.

He's British, for Christ's sake.

No, he's a-- he's a fixer, a merc.

Former special ops, SAS.

Companies hire people like him

when they don't get what they want and they need to--

Why didn't you tell me about this, Father?

-It may be my forte. -We don't hire them.

-Because they're a myth. -They are real.

They make sure people like Father get their way.

Father, is this true?

It's the energy industry, Julia.

Blackmail, sabotage, whatever it takes.

Anyway, I haven't made contact in months.

But there were rumors that his family were killed.

I had nothing to do with it.

Shit.

Maybe he has gone full terrorist.

But, no, no, no, no, that's not right.

If The Wolf was here to kill you, you'd be dead.

Has he made demands?

He wants Caleb to kill me.

By midnight...

or he kills me.

This is ridiculous, he can't make Caleb do it!

And he won't actually kill Caleb.

- I wouldn't bet on that. - A smart man wouldn't.

The Wolf is not someone you negotiate with.

Why would you work with people like this, Robert?

You want the Gucci dresses, the Cartier jewelry,

the holidays in the South of France?

Well, it costs lots of money.

And we use these people to keep you

and the fucking board happy!

Don't start that shit, Fiona.

She's allowed to be upset, Daddy.

Not that I want this,

but why doesn't The Wolf kill my father himself?

Yes, that is strange.

He's working for someone.

He said, "They want me to do it."

A detail you might have mentioned earlier, Caleb.

So, who the fuck are "they"?

-Who sent The Wolf here? -A competitor?

Why would they care if Caleb did it?

No, this is closer to home.

What are you all doing here? Guests are asking for--

What the fuck's happened to my windows?

Oh, not so formal now, are we, Henry?

-Fuck you, Jackson. -Fuck you.

Henry, you remember the work retreat?

I'm not likely to forget it, Robert, am I? Why?

Well, it wasn't our executive, it was a hired assassin

called The Wolf.

Bloody hell.

What? And he shot you?

You should be a detective, Henry.

- Fuck off, Jackson. - They cut the lines, Henry,

and I got cut by the glass in the crossfire.

Christ, Thomas.

Well, listen, I'm shutting the wedding down now.

Henry.

If you call the police or try to leave, he'll kill us.

That probably includes the guests, too.

-The lines are also cut. -For fuck's sake.

I can't believe this is happening again.

Henry, we can find a way to deal with this man ourselves.

Well, look,

Caleb and Julia need to go back in for the cake cutting

before the guests start looking for them in here.

He's right, we can't all be here.

Caleb, Julia, you'd better go back in.

Please..

Oh, stop being such a child, it's practically a paper cut.

-Jackson, he's scared. -I'm not fucking scared.

Everyone in here thinks you're a wanker.

Some aren't built for crises.

- Everything all right? - Yes.

Dear, what's happened to your dress?

Red wine and Jackson.

Sorry, Julia, he needs to be put to bed.

Let me see it.

I need to speak with William. Have you seen him?

He's-- He's, um--

Helping my father with an issue at work.

On his daughter's wedding day.

We'll see that Robert gets what's coming to him.

The last formality of the evening,

ladies and gentlemen.

Your father's gone nuts.

Go, I'll hold the fort.

I'm sorry, I'll be right back.

Caleb Wingate!

-What is going on? -It's fine, he's fine.

He's fine.

It's the wrong answer!

What is going on?

I can't even-- I'm going back to the party.

Father!

Stay out of this!

I want to know what you've got my son,

my family, involved in.

Look, all I know is a hit went bad.

No, no, no.

I'm not talking about why The Wolf would do this.

I want to know who you pissed off enough to send him.

Let me think, um...

No, I have no idea, honestly.

I know you, Robert.

There's something you're not letting on.

Now tell me or I will fucking end you!

-Calm down, Father! -Get the fuck off me!

William, William, I promise, I have no idea

who would do this to me, to us.

Father, Robert said he doesn't know what's going on.

I believe him.

Christ, Caleb.

He isn't who you think he is.

I've done things I'm not proud of.

To the Dara tribe?

That's what the Wolf was talking about.

-So the rumors are true. -What rumors?

My father wipes out endangered tribes

for land and profit.

Ah.

And in this case--

Oh, Jesus.

The Dara.

His wife's tribe.

Their land is...

was right in the middle of the Dry-Tech deal.

They haven't been heard from in months.

And didn't you recently purchase their land, Caleb?

For Robert, yes.

What the hell have you been doing behind my back?

I wasn't going to let some fucking

archaic ancestral rights stop this deal.

I have a legacy to think of.

So everything I was doing

to put a philanthropic face on Eco-Right

was so you could comb over some small-scale genocide?

You used me.

Look, this only proves the Wolf has a motive.

It doesn't answer who brought him to our door.

It doesn't matter now.

It's a choice between Robert's life and yours, Caleb.

- It's simple. - No.

No, you can't do this.

We can work it out, Caleb, I promise.

Truth is...

if I don't kill you, then...

No.

The Wolf kills our Julia?

Do it, Caleb.

Kill me.

Caleb.

If you don't...

The Wolf will do it.

He will go after Julia.

William.

William, tell my girls I'm-- I'm sorry.

-Julia will never forgive me. -I'll explain.

Will you man the fuck up and save your wife's life, Caleb?

Headshot, nice and clean, please.

- Go on, son. - It's for the best.

For Julia.

Hold on, hold on!

Now, tempted as I am to let this happen...

it's...

it's 10:43.

The Wolf said midnight.

And somewhat, regrettably...

we still have time to figure this out.

Jackson's right.

Drink.

So, here's a thought.

Say you did have to off Robert to save Julia.

What could they actually charge you with?

Murder.

Yes, yes, justifiable.

Though, it's practically self-defense.

You had to choose. People would understand.

Now, hear me out.

With Robert out of the picture,

you would take over Eco-Right...

merge with Envision,

and then we could close on the Dry-Tech deal.

And Lord knows we need it to restore our family name.

The Wingate's brothers reunited.

If this is how you feel...

then why did you stop me from doing it?

Look, I'm not saying you shouldn't do it.

Only if you do, don't feel too bad about it.

There's an upside, silver linings and all that.

Uh, is Thomas allowed to leave?

What?

Oh, shit!

Caleb!

Thomas, you need to come back inside, now!

It's your family he wants,

this has got nothing to do with me!

Caleb, let him go!

Thomas, get down!

Please, don't shoot!

I didn't make the rules.

You killed an innocent boy!

How many innocents has Eco-Right

killed to get what Robert wants?

You missed, you incompetent fuck!

Let me see if I can do better.

Caleb, we need to talk.

-Get back inside, Mother! -Barbara!

No!

Jesus Christ!

Let's get her inside. Come on, let's go, let's go.

Barbs?

Barbs, stay with me.

Mom, can you hear me? Come on, let's go, let's go!

Let's set her down.

I...

I don't feel so good.

Am I going to die?

You'll be fine.

Won't she, Jackson?

You'll be right as rain, Mother.

You're lying.

The truth, William.

I'm sorry, Barbs.

Robert, Robert.

You're bleeding, too.

Don't worry.

I'll be okay, Barb.

Good.

That's good.

This shouldn't be happening.

- Oh, my God. - Barbara!

William, what happened?

I'm so sorry, Caleb.

Oi, I thought we agreed you can't all be in here at--

Christ, Barbara.

Right, I'm guessing we don't have this under control.

- Hang on, where's Thomas? - He made a run for it.

-Did he make it? -We don't know.

What are you looking at?

You want the Dry-Tech deal.

And you said it would be easy with Robert out of the picture.

It's true, you did say that.

Well, don't act so fucking surprised.

But don't you dare put this on me!

Is The Wolf here because of you? Did you get our mother killed?

Don't you fucking start!

-Don't you fucking-- -Fuck you!

Boys, behave yourselves for Christ sake!

You two, stop it!

You were on the phone right before Robert was shot!

Yes, I was trying to get a signal!

Who were you calling, Jackson?

I'd rather not say!

It was The Wolf, wasn't it? Come on, tell us!

- Fucking tell everyone! - Fine, fine!

Look, if you must know, when Caleb scolded me

in front of our guests, I was in need of a morale boost.

"Sweet Cakes Caroline."

Yes, that's quite the morale boost.

Yes, all right, she's a bloody escort, so what?

Jackson!

A moment of weakness, Fiona.

Besides, if I am the mastermind, why would I have stopped Caleb

from blowing Robert's fucking brains out?

Daddy.

We thought we had no choice, darling.

There's also the fact that I wouldn't do that to Julia!

You're still wanting what you can't have, brother.

Christ.

Oh, but I have had it, brother.

In fact, while you were in Nigeria...

Don't, Jackson!

...we spent the night together.

Tell me that's not true, Julia.

He's making it sound worse than it was, Caleb.

Did he spend the night?

You know what she's like after a few drinks.

-It wasn't like that, Caleb. -What was it like?

No, don't!

You are a fucking asshole!

For fuck's sake, Julia!

You couldn't just have one!

Well, at least that settles one thing.

Neither of my sons would do anything to risk Julia's life.

Julia's life?

Oh, the ladies don't know.

If Caleb doesn't shoot Robert by midnight,

The Wolf will kill Julia.

You absolute bastard!

I want to do the same,

but it won't help us now, Mother.

Why me?

He knows Caleb would do anything for you, sweetheart.

This was supposed to be the best day of my--

our lives, Caleb!

Instead, we are being shot at by some assassin.

Daddy is bleeding out.

Barbara is gone.

My dress is destroyed.

All to save Henry from financial fucking ruin.

Now, there's a motive.

Hang on a fucking minute!

What are the chances of the same shooter attacking

the same hotel for the same target in a matter of weeks?

And I heard you threatening Robert

in the hallway last night.

And we all know you are up to your eyeballs in debt.

If you were more than insistent that the wedding had to be here.

Maybe all this is not such a coincidence.

Are you that desperate for the fucking money, Henry?

You can all fuck off. Why would I want Robert dead?

I need him to sign the fucking check!

So, you don't know?

Know what?

I was, uh, adjusting my estate.

"Adjusting?" How?

You and that fucking slag were going to run off with my money?!

Don't you call my mother a slag!

Your fucking money?

What have you ever done apart from spend it?

Well, for starters, I have put up

with your fucking bullshit for 37 fucking years!

Enough! Fiona.

Is it, uh...

Is it what Barbara wanted?

To be with you?

Yes, William.

We were waiting 'til after the wedding and then...

First, his legacy. Then, his wife.

You really are a cunt.

Wait, I'm not following.

Adding Barbara to the will benefits Henry how?

Well, it does and it doesn't. I hadn't finalized the draft.

If father dies now before he signs,

it's like there is no will.

And that means it all goes to Mother.

Then there's no problem.

There is a motive.

No, no, no, no. Hang on a fucking minute.

Let me get this clear.

If Robert dies here, I don't get a penny, and they get it all.

Don't worry. We'll look after you.

Fuck off, Fiona!

I don't know how to say this.

Well, out with it, Robert.

-You'd be inheriting debt. -Come again, Robert?

Well, I'm telling you about my estate now

because if anyone in this room thinks

they're going to get rich from my death, well...

I have some, uh, liabilities.

Of course, he fucking does.

How many bloody liabilities?

Just over 97 million.

That's why the Dry-Tech deal is so important.

Give me the gun. I'll do him.

Oh, no, I-- I can't.

Because I'll be fucked with your debt.

You wanker, Robert!

And Phillip has many reasons to seek revenge on his father.

I mean, Robert's given Caleb his respect,

his admiration, even the keys to the castle.

You said it yourself.

It is quite the kingdom to inherit.

Valid points.

But I'm not stupid enough to off my father

knowing we are flat broke until we close Dry-Tech.

-Over-leveraged. -And you wouldn't

threaten my life, would you, Phillip?

Are we going to completely overlook

the elephant in the room here?

A crime of passion is a motive as old as time itself.

I see what you're insinuating, you weasel.

My father has nothing to do with this.

Have you, Father?

No, I haven't, you little prick.

See? We're gentlemen, unlike you Foresight scoundrels.

And the Wingate patriarch's word is worthy of a solid alibi?

Well, it's better than the word of a Foresight bastard.

Ooh.

Take that back, you fucking inbred.

Foresight.

Bastard.

Clean yourself up, boy.

Do you want Robert killed?

Do you?

Even if I did, Julia's my daughter.

I wouldn't do this to her.

But we both know their affair has been going on for years.

"Years?"

You can't be okay with this, Father.

It's scandalous. It's disloyal.

It's none of your business, Jackson!

And like Fiona says, it's been going on for years.

Why do something now?

Revenge?

Or maybe desperation?

We all know you're heading for financial ruin.

Don't you worry about the Wingates, Phillip.

We will persevere.

Speaking of business, William, you've been furious with me

ever since Caleb joined Eco-Right?

He's a bloody Wingate!

He should be working with his family!

But it's hardly a motive for murder.

Still, I wouldn't put it past you.

- Bleed out, will you, Robert? - William, really?

Oh, shut up, Lizzy.

Even you must see who your father really is.

All right, look.

Then, who else could benefit from Robert's demise, then?

What about a life insurance scam?

That's possible, isn't it?

If Fiona's got anything to do with it, maybe.

Trust me, Robert, I only regret not thinking of it myself.

And I'm not trying to get myself killed.

I enjoy my life.

It's all too personal.

It's as if somebody in here wants to hurt us.

That's our midnight warning.

He's coming.

Oh, fuck.

We-- we have to defend ourselves.

Or Caleb does what The Wolf asked.

What? I'm not dying for Robert's misdeeds,

and neither should Julia, nor anyone else.

He may not be the man that I thought he was,

but he's still my father.

So, please, I beg of you all, there must be another way.

Henry?

Where do you keep your firearms?

Locked up in my gun room. Why?

Are you saying what I think you're saying, Father?

I think it's time we had ourselves a wolf hunt.

I'm in. I am all fucking in.

-For Mother. -Someone should hide the girls,

and Fiona, in one of the rooms.

I can shoot, and so can Lizzy.

And you're not dying until I say so, you bastard.

Henry,

-to the guns. -Roger that.

Okay, chaps. Let's get this puppy.

Look, in case one of us doesn't make it,

I didn't sleep with Julia...

...while you were away.

I may have embellished a little.

Truth is, I got her drunk, and I kissed her.

And she wasn't happy about it,

but she promised not to tell you

and made me sleep on the couch.

You still tried, though, brother.

Caleb, where are you going?

We need to get our guests out of harm's way.

Everybody, listen up! Kill the music!

No other way to say this, but, uh,

a terrorist is about to enter the premises.

And if he does,

he will kill anyone he sees.

Stop! I am serious!

Please find a place to hide, and do not come out

until you know it is safe.

Oh, for fuck's sake!

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Careful, people. That bastard could be anywhere.

Father, party's over. Get mother out of here.

What the hell is going on?

It's, uh, work-related.

Robert-related.

Make sure that bastard pays this time, son!

Right, let's all find cover.

Listen up, everybody. This is important.

If you get eyeballs on The Wolf, do not hesitate.

You shoot the bastard.

Hold on.

This guy's a professional, is he not?

Not like he's going to come at us in a blaze of glory, is it?

Is it?

Fire!

Hold fire!

-Did we get him? -I hit the fucker, I know I did.

Heads down!

I see him, he's by the wedding car!

Hold!

Fire!

Hold!

Is The Wolf dead? Did you get him, William?

I can't see a body.

Keep aware, people.

Stay away from the windows.

Until we're absolutely sure The Wolf is--

Father!

This is your fault.

First, my mother, now my father!

-Jackson, please. -Where the hell are you going?

Where the fuck are you going?

Look, The Wolf is here for Robert.

If he wanted me killed, he could have weeks ago.

- You're not going anywhere! - Calm down, Jackson.

Look, how do we know this isn't Henry's plan?

- This is him making his escape! - Listen to me, Jackson.

Whether you believe me or not, time is of the essence.

Now, we know The Wolf's position.

I can leave through the back, and I can get help.

He's right. Take the girls, Henry.

I'm not leaving you, Caleb.

I couldn't bear anything happening to you.

You-- you have to go now.

-Protect Lizzy. -Go on, girls.

Go and hide.

Caleb, what he said...

I should have trusted you.

I am sorry.

Can you forgive me?

If you get the bastards that ruined our wedding...

then yes.

Come on!

Stay behind me.

Is anyone up for what could be our last drink?

Lizzy, run!

Back up!

Back up!

Throw your guns to me or I'll kill her now!

-Do it. -Okay. Just...

Just don't hurt her. Throw him your guns.

Now, move back, all of you.

Whatever they're paying you,

I'll pay you ten times.

- Then you have to die ten times. - Then kill me.

But let my Julia live, please. I beg of you.

Now, you know that not being able to protect your child

is worse than any death I could give you.

The time's up.

- Please don't. - I'll kill him.

I am waiting.

I'll kill him. I'll kill Robert. Please. Just let her live.

It's for the best.

-For Julia. -Wait.

I must know who hired you.

Move, Caleb!

This one's for Mother, you fucker!

Shit.

No!

If you want to save your daughter,

you'll tell me why you took my wife,

my daughter from me.

You must understand the deal with Dry-Tech is delicate.

You knew too much when you said no to the mission.

The call was made.

You wanted me to wipe out my wife's entire village.

And when I said no, you burnt down my home

- with my family inside! - No.

Yes, but not how it sounds. The intel was altered.

-I don't know why-- -I don't believe you.

I don't know who by. I'm telling you the truth.

I didn't even know people like you had families.

I wouldn't-- Listen to me, please.

I know I'm not a good man, but I'm not a monster.

I couldn't do that to another man's daughter.

I love my own too much.

I've told you the truth.

Tell me who hired you and then kill me.

I need to know who betrayed me.

Who had access to your intel?

Only execs are privy to it. And all are dead, but...

When I let Thomas...

the young man, escape...

Caleb was angry.

Only an employer would call me incompetent.

Caleb.

I don't care who hears this.

But we do.

They...

Remember?

- Phillip? - I am an executive.

-Or did you forget that too? -No.

- But you're my son. - I felt like your son

until you became so cold towards me.

Took me years to realize why.

And then it came to me.

I was a photo op.

A pawn in your rise to the apex of Nigerian business politics.

That is until you realized my sexuality.

And removed me as much as is acceptable, of course.

But I could allow that.

It was a business decision.

What I can't allow

is you passing me over for a fucking Wingate.

Quit your howling, Wolfie.

Can someone please explain to me what the fuck is going on?

We are having a hostile takeover.

-I made you CEO. -That was...

all I wanted at first.

But then you opened your will to run off

with my mother after I closed Dry-Tech.

And I thought, "Now, that's humiliating for my family name."

You really must learn not to take the piss too much.

Then I thought...

how much would your estate be worth to me...

if I marry your little princess,

close Dry-Tech, and then have you killed off?

And you gave him The Wolf.

Yes, I gave him a motive and where to find you.

And if you were at the work retreat

instead of adjusting your fucking estate.

Well, I, uh-- we were in Nigeria

for the Dry-Tech negotiations, weren't we, Caleb?

We wouldn't have had to ruin Julia's big day.

And it was my idea

for The Wolf to make Caleb do it.

Giving us a solid alibi.

Look, I may die here...

but you're both going to prison.

The police will figure all this out.

No, they won't.

You see...

we recorded it all.

I like to remember what is said.

Open the top drawer of the desk.

And then all we had to do was put on a performance.

He wants Caleb to kill me.

This is ridiculous. He can't make Caleb do it.

I wouldn't bet on that.

Julia will never forgive me.

- I'll explain. - Fuck's sake.

- You even begged us to do it. -Do it, Caleb.

Kill me.

And after we kill you...

we will finish off The Wolf and pin it all on him.

-But we haven't closed Dry-Tech. -Oh, but we did...

yesterday morning.

And my will?

Everyone's got a price, Robert.

Don't you ever forget that.

Calligraphy.

Remember?

It appears the pen is as mighty as the sword.

Yes, it does.

And your will gives me full control.

Gives us full control.

You said "me," but you meant us.

You're right, Phillip.

I meant us.

As long as you're alive.

Get out of here, Phillip.

Caleb, we have a deal.

Sorry, I don't see the upside in sharing anymore.

I treated you like my son.

I am a Wingate, Robert.

And a Wingate takes all for the family and nothing less.

Why didn't you kill me earlier? Why does it have to be you?

I kept getting interrupted, and when possible,

I believe you only deserve to eat what you kill.

Good night.

As for you, Wolfie...

you only had one job.

You hired me.

You killed all these people.

-This is your sin to live with. -No.

I wanted to give the Wingate name its prestige back,

and you wiped out my entire fucking family.

I mean, what the fuck?

What is so fucking amusing?

At least you won't have to lie to your wife about all this.

Julia?

She never needs to know.

Then why did you tell her, you incompetent fuck?

Julia, darling.

Listen to me now.

I need you to stay calm.

I did this for us.

We're better than all of them.

We will do good things.

We can do anything you want

because it's all ours now.

We're worth billions.

Listen...

I'm your husband, Julia.

Until death do us part, Caleb.

I'm sorry about your family.

I am.

It's better this way.

-Just like them? -No.

I will do good things.

Police! Police!

Police!

Thank God.

He killed everyone.

My husband recorded it all.