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What are you doing?

Please don't shoot!

Not calibrated, roughly.

What's wrong with the trap?

You bring my papers?

Shit, I know I forgot something. I left them in a London office.

Should I have them couriered?

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

No, no, no.

Yeah, tell him. Tell him.

Who's the call with?

If it were any of your business, Robert, I still wouldn't tell you.

You know, you should probably forfeit, Caleb.

It's what you're good at.

Dare I ask, what is that?

Well, calligraphy.

Did 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.

Here, here.

What do you say, Caleb?

Pen or the sword?

Penises. You'll get the next one, Caleb.

Hi, Daddy.

Relax.

I'll get a 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.

Shut up, Jackson.

Philip, you're the marksman of the family.

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

I couldn't possibly intrude upon your quality time with Caleb, Father.

Or 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.

Right, come on, Junior, let's finish up your man.

On your cool, Liz.

Paul!

Bloody well, Nick.

Wait for it old chap.

Poke!

Not 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.

Are you calling me fat?

No, no.

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

Oh, it's the McLaren red collection, Mr Wingate.

Oh, that's the 73K one.

Yes, one of only three we have in stock.

Mrs Forsyte paid for it.

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, for the murder -suicide kind of being good for business.

Oh, 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

on our guest.

You old buggers would have lost a fortune.

Uh, 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.

Well, we cared.

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

What Jackson wants to know is, can Envision deal 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

would you? Some of us want to succeed in our own merit, brother. Play nice,

Caleb.

You have the opportunities you have because of the start our business gave

And I want to do more than pillage the world's resources for profits.

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.

Yeah, 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 it said.

Ah, a Nixon defense, if I ever heard one.

CEO conduct, if you ask me.

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

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, Philip. Good night, Philip.

Philip!

I asked you not to upset Philip 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 second getting the girl now.

Fuck's sake.

Jacqueline, apologise at once.

It's fine, Mother.

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

Ah, Thomas, perfect timing.

Not the first, Thomas.

Ignore him, Thomas.

Thank you.

That's our midnight warning.

Let's tell her.

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.

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're frankly getting a cup of brass here.

That's a bit of freedom, isn't it? No, it's a bit of faithful man.

Well, you're not.

Sweet cake, Caroline is right now.

I've got a lever on my back. I'm better off dead than alive until I win the dry

-take deal. I need the fucking money now. Make your fucking way like everyone

else.

I've been watching you, Mr. Wingate.

And I like you.

But you have surrounded yourself with enemies who are growing desperate.

Whether you know it or not, there is blood on your hands and the price must

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 Ico, right, see?

You're Robert's son, honey.

What does it always say to be mortal?

Not when you're an adopted invert.

Not when it comes to legacy.

You're absolutely beautiful.

It's a Brioni vanquish. It's worth more than your salary.

Not bad.

Picture of the brothers together?

Yes, please. That'd be nice.

Your lapel.

Thank you. Your bride is beautiful.

She is.

No pulling faces. We'll have these pictures the rest of our lives. Today

be nice. Thank you.

For fuck's sake.

Ooh, shampoos.

Yes, please.

Thank you for the picture.

No, thank you, Caleb.

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.

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.

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.

Oh, George.

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.

Come to be the CEO of Ico, right?

Fuck off.

Fuck off!

Right.

I'll be at the bar getting shit -faced if anyone gives a fuck.

Philip. Daddy, I thought you told Philip.

No, there's no need. It's the right decision. He knows it. Thank you,

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, brother and all that.

Yes, well done.

Please make their way into the reception.

How could you do that to Philip? He needs to work hard like everyone else.

But today you've ordered. You've made him soft. I'd just love to humiliate

No, I'm fine.

Are you sure? Yeah, yeah. I'm not about to throw up. Yeah, oh.

I'm joking.

Hold on, sir.

Taylor, 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? Be quick.

I mean it.

Bye, Jonathan.

Hello?

Is anyone there?

Okay, but this is about the Dry Tech deal.

I'm in the middle of mine.

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.

The fuck is Philip? I don't know.

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

wedding gift?

You know, I'd better get some action later.

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.

Well, do not do those anymore.

You're getting drunk.

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

It's, like, cool, isn't it? What cool?

Nothing. I'm fine.

Three to that, is he? Where did it all go?

Real nice, Jackson.

It's a compliment, if anything.

She's bulimic, you fucking wanker.

Well, I didn't... It's a fucking rehab, then.

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 from now.

Hold on.

Wait a minute. How did you... What's wrong with my phone?

Why did you send me a picture of Robert?

Here's your mark.

My mark?

I'm going to kill him by midnight.

Are you okay, sir?

Do you need anything, sir?

Mark.

Now that you know what I'm capable of... We 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 dowry chart.

I'm going to be divorced by midnight at this rate.

Oh, for once I agree with Jackson.

Ladies and gentlemen, would you please give your undivided attention.

to the father of the bride, Mr. Robert Forsythe.

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.

Steady on. I can close the open bar.

Now, every princess deserves a prince.

And I am fortunate enough to entrust the two of them.

Caleb, it's an honor to officially welcome you to the family, son.

Put me on my misery.

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 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

At least you got one, mate.

Seriously, though, Julia.

You look like the most wonderful dream today.

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

And I feel truly honoured to stand next to you and to formally call you Mrs

Wingate.

And I will never hurt you.

Unintentionally.

That's a little dark, Caleb.

I'm sorry.

I'll be right back.

Where the fuck are you going?

No 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 certain 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. It's everything for the family and all that.

It is a motive.

Why are you doing this to me?

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.

I'm a mother.

It's hard to imagine.

Yeah? I suppose it is now.

Our problem started when I put work before her.

I regress it.

Do you still love her?

Yes, I do.

He 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.

I'm... I'm being...

Hypothetical. Well, in that case, there's no choice in her life on the

Yes, I would.

I want you to know, once I've secured 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... Oh!

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

Sit, please, sit.

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

Um... Where was I?

Yeah, Caleb and I...

She had everything growing up.

Everything.

And in a way, we still do.

Don't we, brother?

A bit down, Jack. She's huge now.

How did Oscar Wilde put it?

Yes, there are many things that we might throw away

if we were not afraid that others might pick them up again.

Enough.

Enough, Big Brother, this is for you.

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

Well, in fact, what they're really doing is they're taking from you.

Pretty sure I nailed that one.

Thank you very much.

Well, I guess it could have been worse.

You need to cut him off. To only make more of a scene.

Isn't it time for one of your disappearing acts? It's out of my

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!

Oh, wonderful.

Is there something wrong with our song now?

No.

I'm beginning to think you're having regrets about marriage.

Never.

For a second.

Are you Marisa?

Are you Marisa?

They're doing their dance, Jackson.

Yes.

You need to loosen up, brother.

That's a single molt, you savage.

Is my speech upset?

You need to stop being so bloody sensitive. Will you please fuck off?

Come on, everyone. George, can this get on the dance floor?

You know you want to.

You are not yourself, Caleb.

I told you in front of him.

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.

Sit down, Caleb.

You're embarrassing, Julian.

Have you been smoking?

No, I've had a few drinks.

I want to join the party.

All right, you want to party?

We're done.

Come on.

I wonder if we need to 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

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.

One smile.

It just... May I trade one beautiful lady for an hour? Yeah, sure.

Take that.

Tommy?

Come on, Caleb. Loosen up.

You're miles away again, Caleb.

Whatever it is, it better be life or death because you are ruining our

day.

Why don't you 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.

Fine, Lizzie.

Just do my dress.

We're closed until we essentially get to that, Mr. Wingate.

I'd like a glass.

A bottle, actually. I don't know. And the bar to myself.

Put it on my family's private tab.

Hayley.

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? Oh,

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 school, 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're expecting this.

I'm not surprised.

He's been last month, looked like a hit.

And people will kill 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 El Hayeb.

It's Arabic for wolf.

What's his leverage?

He said... He would... He said he'd kill me.

I tried the police, but he hacked the call, cut the lines, disabled our

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. Hey, it's a good idea.

Everyone has a price, Caleb.

Don't you ever forget that.

They're outside.

Why didn't you shoot him? I couldn't. Until they came in, I...

I told you, I'm not capable. Your wife will die if you don't. Listen, no one

to die.

He's willing to make you an offer. I want to watch Robert die.

Can you 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.

I'm alive.

He's alive.

They said you had to kill Robert.

If anyone tries to kill me, they will die.

Are you? Look, there was no need for that cheap shot earlier, and I have you

know that I... What the fuck's wrong with Robert?

He's been shot.

You're joking, aren't you? No!

We need to get him inside.

No. No, there's... 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.

The prodigal son returns.

What happened to him? Good 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.

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.

Forsyte? Does he look okay?

Should I get Henry?

No, no, don't worry about it.

Give me some water, please. And some Bartels.

Uh, shit, okay, yes, yes.

Thank you.

Man, it's too late for that. The brony's fucking ruined.

Seriously?

You know what's happening. You'll be going around with these slamming doors.

Oh, shut it, Jackson.

Robert, it's your daughter's wedding day and you're in here lying... What the

hell happened now?

Christ, that's what she asks me.

What happened, Father?

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

Jackson.

Jackson, draw the curtains.

I can't. Who must do it?

Henry doesn't pay me enough.

You OK?

Yes.

Has anyone hurt?

No, I think we're all all right.

I've been shot.

Are you going to be OK, Thomas?

What, is it bad?

No, I don't know why.

It's a laceration.

It's a cut from the glass.

I'll take care of it. Who in the hell is shooting at us? A 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.

They'd destroy me.

My family.

Well, I'll call them then, shall I?

No one's calling anyone and you can all get up off the floor. They wanted to

kill you you'd be dead already Hit the light 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?

I'm willing to wager that was the only listening device in here.

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

At least 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.

Yes.

I saw it happen.

Then we call the police.

We couldn't if we wanted to.

The lines are cut.

Signals are jammed.

What?

Right, stay calm, everybody. Let's concentrate on what we can fix for now.

OK, Julian, I've got it.

This might hurt.

They wanted to keep you alive.

How do you know that? Well, it went straight through.

These people don't miss.

And we should get Daddy to his room.

Negative. He's lost too much blood. He wouldn't make it.

No, we'll clean him up down here, try and stop the bleeding. I need something

sharp. Oh.

I'll have my sewing kit.

Yeah. Yeah, that might work.

Will it hurt him much?

Uh, yes.

Then I'll do it.

Okay, help Fiona. Pinch her 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 McLaren.

Just one of the blended mixes.

Thank you, Thomas.

Thank you, Thomas.

On three.

One, two, three.

So, do we have any idea who's out there?

It's the wolf.

Fuck.

Last I heard, he'd 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, fuck it all.

He's not a fanatic, Fiona. He's British, for Christ's sake.

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

Former special ops, as they are.

Companies hire people like him when they don't get what they want and they need

to... Why don't you tell me about this, Father?

Maybe 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 rumours that his family were killed.

I had nothing to do with it.

Maybe he has gone full terrorist.

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 Caelan 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

this, Robert?

You want the Gucci directive.

Cartier Jewelry, the holidays in the south of France, where 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 didn'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?

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

Fuck you, Jekyll. Fuck you. Henry, you remember the work retreat? It's more

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, they didn't shot you? You should be a detective, Hayden. Fuck off,

Jackson. They cut the lines, Henry.

And I got cut by the glass in the crossfire.

Oh, my God.

Well, that's it. I'm shutting the wedding down now. Henry, if you call the

police or try to leave, you'll kill her.

That probably includes the guest, too.

The lines are also cut.

Fuck, Hank.

I can't believe you could cut me again. Henry, we can find a way to deal with

this man ourselves.

Where are you looking?

Caleb and Julia need to go back out 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.

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.

I might build for Christy.

Everything all right?

What happened to your dress?

Red wine and Jackson.

Oh, sorry, Julia.

He needs to be put to bed.

Let me see him.

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.

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.

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...

you. Oh, come on. Get the fuck off me.

William, William, I promise I have no idea who would do this to me and to us.

Father?

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

I believe him.

Good Christ, Caleb.

He isn't who you think he is.

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

To the Dora tribe.

That's what the wolf was talking about.

So the rumours are true.

What rumours?

My father wipes out endangered tribes for land and profit.

And in this case... Oh, Jesus.

The Dara.

His wife's tribe.

Their land is... Was right in the middle of the dry tape deal.

They haven't been heard from in months.

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

For Robin?

Yes.

What the hell have you been doing behind my back? I wasn't going to let some

fucking archaic ancestral right stop this deal. I have a legacy to think of.

everything I was doing to put a philanthropic faith on eco -right was so

could comb over some small -scale genocide?

You used me.

Look, it 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 should work it out, Caleb. I promise.

True, Sid.

If I don't kill you, then... No.

The wolf kills our Juliet.

Do it, Caleb.

Kill me.

Caleb.

If you don't, the wolf will do it.

He will go after Juliet.

Will he?

William, tell my girls I'm sorry.

Juliet 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 10 .43, and we've all said midnight.

And somewhat regrettably, we still have time to figure this out.

Jackson's right.

Drink.

So here's the thought.

Say you did have to offer 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.

And 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.

I mean, Lord knows we needed to restore our family name.

The Wingate Brothers reunited.

If this is how you feel...

then why did you stop me from doing it?

Look, I'm not saying you should do it.

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

It's an upside.

Silver lining.

Uh, is Thomas allowed to leave?

Oh, shit!

Caleb!

Caleb!

Thomas, you need to come back inside, now!

It's your family he wants. It's got nothing to do with me. Caleb, let him

Thomas, get down!

Please, don't shoot. I didn't make the rules.

You killed an innocent boy.

How many innocents has any convert killed to get what Robert wants?

Miss, you incompetent fuck.

Let me see if I can keep it.

We need to talk. Get back inside, mother!

I don't feel so good.

Am I going to die?

You'll be fine.

Won't you, Jonathan?

You're right.

You're lying.

The truth, William.

I'm sorry, Bob.

Robert.

Robert.

You're bleeding too.

Don't worry.

I'll be okay, Bob.

This shouldn't be happening.

William, what happened?

I'm so sorry, Caleb.

I told you, you can't all be in here.

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 won the Dry Tech deal.

And you said it would be easier with Robert out of the picture. It's true,

did say that.

Well, don't act so fucking surprised.

But don't you dare put this on me! It's the wolf here because of you! Did you

get our mother killed?

Don't you fucking start!

Fuck you!

Behave yourself!

Stop it!

You were on the phone right before Robert was shot. Yes, I was trying to

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 guest,

I was in need of a morale boost.

Sweet cake, Caroline.

Yes, that's... Quite the morale booster.

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 Taylor from blowing

Robert's fucking brains out? Daddy.

We thought we had no choice, darling.

It's also the fact that I wouldn't do that to Julian.

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

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.

You're making it sound worse than it was, Caleb.

Did you spend the night?

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

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

Don't!

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 bad lady!

I want to do the same.

But it won't help us now, Mother.

He knows Caleb would do anything for you, sweetheart.

This is 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.

And Jess 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

same hotel for the same target in a matter of weeks? And I heard you

Robert in the hallway last night. And we all know you are up to your eyeballs in

debt. You were more than resistant that the wedding had to be here.

Maybe all this is not such a coincidence.

You're that desperate for the fucking money, Henry.

You can all fuck off.

Why would I want Robert dead?

I need him to find a fucking check.

Say you don't know.

Know what?

I was, uh, adjusting my estate.

Adjusting? How?

You...

slag for 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? I've forgotten.

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're waiting.

Till 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 Howe. Well, it does and it

hadn't finalised the draft.

If father dies now before he signs, it's like there is no will.

And that means it all goes to mother.

And there's no problem.

There is a motive.

No, no, no. Hang on. It clocks in a 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.

You're 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

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

Liabilities. Of course he fucking does.

How many bloody liabilities?

Just over 93 million.

That's why the dry tech did a sample.

Give me the gun.

I'll do him.

Oh, no, I can't.

Because I'll be fucked with your debt. You wanker, Robert!

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

I mean, Robert's given Caleb his respect, his admiration, even the keys

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

close Triton.

Overleveraged. And you wouldn't threaten my life, would you, Philip?

Are we going to completely overlook the elephant in the room here?

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... Better than the word of a foresight bastard.

Oh.

Take that back.

You fucking...

Clean yourself up, boy.

Do you want Robert killed?

Do you?

Even if I did, Julia, as 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

of your business, Jackson.

And like Fiona said, 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, Philip.

We will persevere. Speaking of business, William, you've been furious with me

ever since Caleb joined EcoRise. 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. I'll bleed out, will you, Robert? Will you

really? Shut up, Lizzie.

Even you must see who your father really is.

All right, look.

Who else could benefit from Robert's demise, then?

What about a life insurance account?

That's possible, isn't it? If your owner's got anything to do with it,

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 have to defend ourselves.

Or Caleb does what the wolf asks.

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?

Looked up in my gun room. Why?

You're 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.

I'm Fiona in one of the rooms. I can shoot and so can Lizzie.

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

Henry!

To the guns!

Watch your back.

Okay, chaps.

Let's get this puppy.

Look, in case Melissa doesn't make it, I didn't sleep with Julius, did I?

While you were away, I may have embellished a little.

Two days 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.

Still tried, though, brother.

Caleb, where are you going? We need to get our guests out of harm's way.

Everybody,

listen up!

nor that a terrorist is a terrorist.

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 and be safe.

Nothing could be anywhere.

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

What the hell is going on?

It's, uh... Robert's related.

Make sure the bastard pays this time, son.

Let's all find cover.

Listen up, everybody.

It's important.

If you get balls on the wolf, you shoot the bastard.

Hold on.

This guy's a professional, is he not?

It's not like he's going to come out in a blaze of glory, is it?

Is it?

Jim, it was a wedding car!

I can't see a body.

Keep aware, people.

Stay away from the windows.

Until we're absolutely sure.

No wolf.

Father!

Foul. First my mother, now my father.

Jackson, please.

Where the hell are you going?

The fuck are you going?

Look, the wolf is here for Robert. If he wanted me killed, he could have weeks

to go. You're not going anywhere.

Calm down, Jackson.

Look, how do we know this isn't Henry's plan? This isn't making his escape. Yes,

Mr. MacJackson.

Would you believe me or not, time is of the essence. Now we know the wolf's

position. I can lead 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 have to go now.

We'll take the thing.

Go on, girls.

Go and hide.

Caleb, what he said.

I should have trusted you.

I am sorry.

Do you forgive me?

If you get the baths that ruined our wedding, then yes.

Come on!

Stay behind me.

Is anyone up for what could be our last drink?

You can run!

Back up!

Back up!

Throw your guns to me or I'll kill her now. Do it.

Okay.

Just don't hurt her.

Throw me 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

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!

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 and...

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 know

why. I'm telling you the truth.

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

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 mine 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.

I'm an executive.

But did you forget that too?

No.

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

Until you became so cold towards me.

It 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 wind game.

Quit your howling, Wolfie.

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 Tritec.

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 a

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 the fucking estate.

Well, we were in Nigeria for the Dry Tech negotiations when we killed him.

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 it said.

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 her 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.

Am I well?

Everyone's got a price, Robert.

Don't you ever forget that.

Calligraphy.

Remember?

The tear of the pen is as much 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, Philip.

I meant us.

As long as you're alive.

Get out of here, Philip.

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.

When you killed 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 do.

That's 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

fucking family. I mean, what the fuck?

What is there fucking amusing?

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

Julia.

She never needs to know.

And 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 all do good things.

We can do anything you want.

It's all ours now.

We're worth billions.

That's it.

I'm your husband, Julia.

And don't 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.

Save me before I lose my soul.

Won't you save me?

Help me.

I feel I've lost control.

Won't you help me?

Don't try.