An Enemy Within (2025) Movie Script
1
[tense music playing]
[engines rumbling]
[gravel crunching]
[necklace jangling]
[]
[door clicks open]
[man] What are you doing?
-[gunshots popping]
-[men grunting]
[glass shattering]
-[gunshot popping]
-[man whimpering]
Please. Please don't shoot!
-No, no!
-[gunshot popping]
[]
[phone beeps]
-[Caleb] Pull!
-[gunshots popping]
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.
[William speaking Arabic]
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!
[gunshots popping]
Pen it is.
[Julia] 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.
[cell phone ringing]
[William] Caleb,
put your phone away.
It's your wedding weekend,
for Christ's sake.
-[Jackson] The women.
-[Julia] Shut up, Jackson.
[Robert] 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.
[Jackson] 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.
[clears throat]
I missed you.
Right, come on, Julia,
let's finish off your man.
On your call, Liz.
Pull!
[gunshot popping]
Bloody well missed.
Wait for it, old chap.
[light applause]
[shotgun clicking]
Pull!
[gunshot popping]
[Robert] Shot, darling.
[all applauding]
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.
[crickets chirping]
[frogs croaking]
[tense music playing]
[gun clicking]
[Barbara] You're going to
look like a princess, dear.
[Fiona]
Once I fit you into my dress.
[Julia]
Are you calling me fat?
[Fiona] No, no.
[all laughing]
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.
-[William chuckles]
And Mrs. Wingate prepaid
for the other two bottles.
-[William coughs]
-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.
[tense music playing]
Uncle Henry
should sell this place.
He always looks so put out.
Yeah, well, the murder-suicide
can't have been good
for business.
[William] 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.
[Jackson laughs]
Who would have thought
one of our executives
would do such a thing?
[Phillip] He was going
through a divorce
and he had developed
a drinking problem.
[William] It's fortunate
you and Caleb weren't there.
[sighs] 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.
[Jackson laughs] 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.
-[device beeping]
I do have to say,
it does feel good to give back.
[Jackson]
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.
-[Julia] 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?
[scoffs]
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.
-[dramatic music playing]
-[footsteps approaching]
[Robert]
Ah, Thomas, perfect timing.
That's a first, Thomas.
Ignore him, Thomas. Thank you.
[mutters] Twat.
[bell dinging]
That's our midnight warning.
Let's toast.
The groom cannot see the bride
on their wedding day.
[Barbara] Well, she's right.
Marriage needs all the luck
it can get these days.
And loyalty, Barbara.
[clears throat]
To Julia and Caleb.
[all] To Julia and Caleb.
[Robert] Mm.
[cell phone ringing]
[man] 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.
[man] And Julia,
are you doing this for her?
[phone clicks]
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.
[Henry] 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.
[William] ...bollocks.
[Robert] Well,
I for one hope that Caleb
gets the girl
on this deal, too.
[Jackson] Didn't know
we called sloppy seconds
"getting the girl" now.
[William] For fuck's sake.
[Robert]
Did you bring my papers?
[Caleb] Shit,
I knew I forgot something.
I left them
in our London office.
Should I have them couriered?
[Robert] No, not to worry.
I'll finalize it on our ret--
[dictaphone beeps]
[suspenseful music playing]
[paper rustling]
[sighs]
[The Wolf] 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.
[]
[all cheering]
Caleb has the keys
to the kingdom now, doesn't he?
What are you waffling on about?
[Phillip]
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.
[Jackson scoffs]
-You look absolutely beautiful.
-[Julia chuckles]
[bell dinging]
It's a Brioni Vanquish.
It's worth more
than your salary.
[Thomas mutters]
Knob head.
[photographer] Picture
of the brothers together?
Yes, please, that'd be nice.
-[Jackson clears throat]
-[photographer] Your lapel.
Oh, thank you.
[photographer]
Your bride is beautiful.
[Caleb] 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.
[photographer chuckles]
Darling!
[Jackson] Oh, champers.
Yes, please. Thank you.
Thank you for the picture.
[photographer] No,
thank you, Caleb.
[suspenseful music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
[cell phone ringing]
[gasps] Oh, I am so proud.
-My eldest is married.
-[chuckles] Yes.
Now you can officially start
your drinking problem, Caleb.
[Jackson laughs]
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.
-[both chuckling]
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.
[Anne] Julia,
you look beautiful.
Just gorgeous.
Thank you both so much.
[chuckles]
[Robert]
Anne, George.
I must say, you look
stunning today, Barbara.
[laughs]
How many of these have you had?
[scoffs] Julia, don't worry.
Caleb's a gentleman,
unlike his father.
Father has a surprise for Caleb.
[Robert] 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.
-[Jackson] Yes, well done.
[Henry] Would all our guests
please make their way
into the reception?
[Robert] What?
How could you do that
to Phillip?
[Robert] He needs to work harder
than anyone else.
[Fiona] But today of all--
[Robert]
You made him soft, Fiona.
[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. [laughs]
-[cell phone ringing]
-Hold on a second.
-[sighs] 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.
-[Jackson] Mm.
[Caleb]
Caleb Wingate. Hell-- hello?
Is anyone there?
[tense music playing]
[The Wolf]
I know who you are, Caleb.
Okay, if this is
about the Dry-Tech deal,
-I'm in the middle of my--
-[The Wolf] Wedding day.
And what you must do could kill
your "deal of the century."
You have my attention.
[The Wolf] I'm going to ask you
to murder someone.
Who is this?
[The Wolf]
Who I am is not important.
-What you must do is.
-You know what?
I don't have time for this shit.
Not today.
[The Wolf] You do have time.
You have until midnight
to decide who dies.
[phone clicks]
[dramatic music playing]
[Robert]
Where the fuck is Phillip?
[Fiona] 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. [laughs]
You're nervous
about your speech.
Just say I look beautiful and--
Well, Caleb's
not very good at lying.
-Prick.
-[Jackson] 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.
-[glass clinking]
-[Jackson gulping]
[Jackson sighs]
-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.
[cell phone ringing]
I need some air.
[tense music playing]
Listen to me.
I don't know what your game is,
but it ends now.
Do I make myself--
[The Wolf] I'll contact you
on the satellite phone now.
[phone buzzing]
[Caleb] Hold on. Wait a minute.
How did you--
What's wrong with my phone?
[The Wolf] Yours has no signal.
[]
[keyboard clacking]
[The Wolf]
Caleb? Where are you?
-[Caleb panting]
-Caleb?
Come out, Caleb.
[dictaphone beeps]
Come out, Caleb.
-[gunshot popping]
-[Caleb gasps]
Come out, now.
[dramatic music playing]
[Caleb panting]
What the fuck?
[phone buzzing]
Why did you send me
a picture of Robert?
-[The Wolf] He is your mark.
-My mark?
[The Wolf] You are to
kill him by midnight.
[guard] Are you okay, sir?
-Do you need any assistance?
-[gunshots popping]
[gunshots continue]
[Caleb panting]
Fuck.
[The Wolf] 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.
[The Wolf] With the right
motive, everyone is capable.
What motive?
[The Wolf] Ask Robert
about the Dara tribe.
[phone clicks]
[muffled chattering]
You'll be divorced by midnight
at this rate.
[Julia] For once,
I agree with Jackson.
[Henry] Ladies and gentlemen,
would you please give
your undivided attention
to the father of a bride,
Mr. Robert Foresight.
[all cheering]
[Robert] 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.
-[guest 1] Bloody beautiful.
-[guest 2] I know I would.
[Robert] 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.
[all applauding]
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?
[sighs] 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."
[George laughs]
-At least you got one, mate.
-[Caleb] Uh...
Seriously, though, Julia.
You look like
a most wonderful dream today.
[phone buzzing]
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.
[phone buzzing]
And I will never hurt you,
not intentionally.
[suspenseful music playing]
That's a little dark, Caleb.
-[phone buzzing]
-I'm sorry.
I'll be right back.
Where the fuck are you going?
My speech!
[door clicks open]
[door clicks closed]
[Caleb sighs]
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.
[phone buzzing]
[intense music playing]
[phone buzzing]
[dictaphone beeps]
[The Wolf sniffles]
[phone ringing]
[The Wolf] Open the top drawer
of the desk.
[]
[phone beeps]
-What is this?
-[The Wolf] It is a motive.
-Why are you doing this to me?
-[The Wolf] Look outside.
[gunshot popping]
You have until midnight to
kill Robert or Julia will die.
[phone clicks]
[dramatic music playing]
[Caleb sighs]
Caleb.
[clears throat]
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?
[William laughs nervously]
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--
-[door clicks open]
-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.
[Julia] 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?
[Henry] And now, it is time
for the bride and groom's
first dance!
[all applauding]
How wonderful.
["Save Me"
by Julian Lennon playing]
Save me
Before I lose my soul,
Oh, won't you save me?
Help me
I feel I've lost control,
Oh, won't you help me?
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.
You're the only one I know
Who lets the darkness come
And go inside
[suspenseful music playing]
[The Wolf humming]
[child giggling]
Is that you, Marisha?
[child giggling]
Where are you, Marisha?
[child giggling]
[]
[computer beeping]
[intense music playing]
["Lucky Ones"
by Julian Lennon playing]
Everyone is searching,
Trying to find a new religion
Some peace of mind
Peace of mind
Don't wanna let go
Of all of my intuition
They're doing
their dance, Jackson.
Yes.
You need to loosen up, brother.
I feel a change is coming,
I know
A new revolution's
Knocking on my door
That's a single malt,
you savage.
I feel a change is coming,
So strong
Did my speech upset you?
You need to stop being
so bloody sensitive--
[shouting]
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.
[ominous music playing]
[Barbara] 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 feel a change is coming,
So strong
It might not be forever
I wondered when you two
would get on the dance floor.
[Barbara chuckles]
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.
[chuckles] It'll do.
May I trade one beautiful lady
for another?
Yeah, sure, take her.
Charming.
Look at us,
We fucked up the weather
If we unite,
We'll get through whatever
We need this world
To last us forever
Come on, Caleb, loosen up.
You're miles away again, Caleb.
A new revolution's
Knocking on my door
We're gonna stop at nothing
Whatever it is,
it better be life or death
because you're ruining
our special day.
[music stops]
[guest] Oh, my God.
[ominous music playing]
[Robert] Well, don't just
stand there, Caleb.
Help her up!
[suspenseful music playing]
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?
[piteous music playing]
[Thomas] We're closed
until the reception
gets out, Mr. Wingate.
[Caleb] I'd like a glass...
A bottle, actually,
and the bar to myself.
Just put it
on my family's private tab.
[Robert] 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--
[Robert]
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.
[phone ringing]
[The Wolf] 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?
[rifle booms]
[Caleb breathing heavily]
[suspenseful music playing]
Robert! Can you hear me?
[phone buzzing]
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.
[Robert groaning]
You're alive.
-He's alive.
-[Robert groaning in pain]
[The Wolf] They said
you had to kill Robert.
If anyone tries to leave,
they will die.
[phone clicks]
-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--
[Robert groaning in pain]
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.
-[Robert groaning]
-Come on, man, Jesus.
[Robert grunting]
[Robert groaning in pain]
[Phillip] Father!
Ah, the prodigal son returns.
Where the fuck have you been?
-What happened to him?
-[Caleb] He's been shot.
Help us get him comfortable.
[Robert groaning in pain]
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.
[door thuds]
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.
-[Jackson sighs]
-For fuck's sake.
-[rifle booms]
-[glass shatters]
Julia, you okay?
Yes.
Is anyone hurt?
No, I think we're all all right.
I've been shot.
[suspenseful music playing]
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?
[guests chattering in distance]
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?
[William]
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.
[groaning]
Quiet, I need quiet.
-What the fuck are you doing?
-[William shushes]
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?
[William]
All right, stay calm, everybody,
let us concentrate
on what we can fix for now.
Okay, Julia, I've got it.
-This might hurt.
-[Robert groans]
[Robert grunts]
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.
-[Robert grunts]
-[Fiona] 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?
[Robert]
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.
[groans in pain]
I had nothing to do with it.
[William] 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.
-[William] 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!
-[Fiona sobbing]
-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?
[Jackson] You should be
a detective, Henry.
-[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. [indistinct].
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.
[Thomas scoffs]
-[door slams shut]
-Some aren't built for crises.
-[Anne] 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.
[Henry] The last formality
of the evening,
ladies and gentlemen.
[guests applauding]
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.
[William]
It's the wrong answer!
[Caleb] What is going on?
I can't even--
I'm going back to the party.
-Father!
-[Robert groans]
[William]
Stay out of this!
[William panting]
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.
[William]
It doesn't matter now.
It's a choice between
Robert's life and yours, Caleb.
-It's simple.
-[Robert] 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.
[tense music playing]
Kill me.
[William] Caleb.
If you don't...
The Wolf will do it.
He will go after Julia.
[Robert] 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.
[Robert breathing heavily]
-Go on, son.
-[Robert] It's for the best.
For Julia.
[tense music building]
[Caleb and Robert
breathing heavily]
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.
[William sighs
and clears throat]
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.
[suspenseful music playing]
Uh, is Thomas allowed to leave?
What?
[ominous music playing]
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!
-[phone vibrating]
[Caleb] Thomas, get down!
Please, don't shoot!
I didn't make the rules.
[rifle booms]
You killed an innocent boy!
[The Wolf] How many innocents
has Eco-Right
killed to get
what Robert wants?
[Thomas breathing heavily]
You missed,
you incompetent fuck!
Let me see
if I can do better.
[Barbara]
Caleb, we need to talk.
-Get back inside, Mother!
-Barbara!
-[rifle booms]
-[Caleb] No!
[dramatic music playing]
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.
-[Barbara grunts]
[Barbara breathing heavily]
I...
I don't feel so good.
Am I going to die?
[Caleb]
You'll be fine.
Won't she, Jackson?
You'll be right as rain, Mother.
You're lying.
The truth, William.
[mournful music playing]
I'm sorry, Barbs.
[coughs]
[grunts in pain]
Robert, Robert.
You're bleeding, too.
Don't worry.
I'll be okay, Barb.
[Barbara] Good.
That's good.
This shouldn't be happening.
[speaking Arabic]
-Oh, my God.
-[Lizzy gasps] Barbara!
[Fiona]
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?
-[Phillip] 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!
[William] Boys, behave
yourselves for Christ sake!
[Julia] 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!
-[Jackson] 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.
[Jackson] 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!
[Caleb scoffs]
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.
[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!
-[Julia gasping]
-[Caleb scoffs]
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.
[Fiona] 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!
[Fiona and Robert grunting]
[Phillip]
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.
[Julia screams and sobs]
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?
[Caleb] 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!
[laughs] 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!
[Robert] Your fucking money?
What have you ever done
apart from spend it?
[Fiona] 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.
[Fiona] 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... [laughs]
I have some, uh, liabilities.
[Henry laughs]
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!
[chuckles]
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.
[Jackson grunts]
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.
[Jackson] "Years?"
You can't be okay
with this, Father.
It's scandalous. It's disloyal.
It's none of
your business, Jackson!
[William sighs]
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?
-[Lizzy] 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.
-[grandfather clock tolling]
-That's our midnight warning.
[watch beeping]
[phone buzzing]
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.
[William] 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.
[Julia] I can shoot,
and so can Lizzy.
[Fiona] 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...
-[gun racking]
...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.
[Jackson sighs]
[tense music playing]
Caleb, where are you going?
We need to get our guests
out of harm's way.
[upbeat music
playing over speakers]
I know that
We're the lucky ones
Everybody, listen up!
Kill the music!
I know that we're the lucky
[music stops]
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.
[scarce laughter]
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!
[Jackson coughs]
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!
[rifles clicking]
[William]
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.
[Jackson] 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?
-[gunshots banging]
-[glass shattering]
Fire!
[guns firing]
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!
[gun firing]
[William] Hold!
Fire!
[rifles firing]
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--
[gunshot]
Father!
[William choking]
[Caleb panting]
[panting]
[grunting]
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!
-[Phillip] Calm down, Jackson.
[Jackson] Look, how do we know
this isn't Henry's plan?
-This is him making his escape!
-[Henry] 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.
[Julia]
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...
[Caleb] 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.
[door slams shut]
Is anyone up for what
could be our last drink?
-[screaming from the other room]
-[Julia] Lizzy, run!
[The Wolf] Back up!
-Back up!
-[Julia panting]
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.
[Robert] Whatever
they're paying you,
I'll pay you ten times.
-Then you have to die ten times.
-[Robert] 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.
[grandfather clock tolling]
The time's up.
-[Robert] Please don't.
-[Caleb] 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!
-[gun clicks]
-Shit.
No!
[gunshots]
[coughing]
[panting]
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!
-[Robert] 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.
[Robert panting]
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.
[dictaphone beeps]
[Robert] Caleb.
-[scoffs]
-I don't care who hears this.
But we do.
They...
Remember?
[The Wolf groans, screams]
-Phillip?
-[Phillip] I am an executive.
-Or did you forget that too?
-No.
-But you're my son.
-[Phillip] 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.
[The Wolf groaning]
[Caleb]
Quit your howling, Wolfie.
-[kick thuds]
-[The Wolf groans]
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.
-[chuckles]
[Phillip] Yes, I gave him
a motive and where to find you.
[Caleb] 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?
[Caleb] We wouldn't have had
to ruin Julia's big day.
[Phillip] 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.
[laughs] No, they won't.
You see...
we recorded it all.
I like to remember what is said.
[The Wolf] Open the top drawer
of the desk.
[Caleb] And then all we had to
do was put on a performance.
[inaudible speaking]
[Robert]
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.
-[Caleb] 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?
[Caleb]
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.
[Robert]
Get out of here, Phillip.
Caleb, we have a deal.
Sorry, I don't see the upside
in sharing anymore.
[gunshot]
[sighs]
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.
-[gunshot]
-[Robert groans]
[sighs]
[sniffs, sighs]
[sighs, sniffs]
[mumbles]
[groans]
[groaning]
As for you, Wolfie...
you only had one job.
[sighs] 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?
[laughs]
-What is so fucking amusing?
-[The Wolf laughs]
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?
[gun cocks]
[Julia panting]
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. [panting]
[Julia sniffles]
[The Wolf panting]
[The Wolf groans]
It's better this way.
-Just like them?
-No.
I will do good things.
[Julia sniffles]
[Julia sighs]
[sirens wailing]
[somber music playing]
[panting]
[breathing shakily, sniffles]
-[gasping]
-[officer] Police! Police!
-Police!
-[Julia sobbing]
[helicopter whirring]
Thank God. [sobbing]
He killed everyone.
My husband recorded it all.
[sobbing]
["Save Me"
by Julian Lennon playing]
Save me
Before I lose my soul,
Oh, won't you save me?
Help me
I feel I've lost control
Oh, won't you help me?
Don't run, run, run, run,
Run, run away and hide
Don't run, run, run, run,
Run, run away from life
You're the only one I know
Who lets the darkness
Come and go inside
Please tell me
Before I reach the end,
Oh, won't you tell me?
Show me
The light that lives inside
Oh, won't you show me?
Don't run, run, run, run,
Run, run away and hide
Don't run, run, run, run,
Run, run away from life
You're the only one I know
Who lets the darkness
Come and go inside
Won't you save me?
Oh, won't you save me?
You're the only one I know
Who lets the darkness
Come and go
You're the only one I know
Who lets the darkness
Come and go inside
[somber music playing]
[music fades]
[tense music playing]
[engines rumbling]
[gravel crunching]
[necklace jangling]
[]
[door clicks open]
[man] What are you doing?
-[gunshots popping]
-[men grunting]
[glass shattering]
-[gunshot popping]
-[man whimpering]
Please. Please don't shoot!
-No, no!
-[gunshot popping]
[]
[phone beeps]
-[Caleb] Pull!
-[gunshots popping]
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.
[William speaking Arabic]
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!
[gunshots popping]
Pen it is.
[Julia] 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.
[cell phone ringing]
[William] Caleb,
put your phone away.
It's your wedding weekend,
for Christ's sake.
-[Jackson] The women.
-[Julia] Shut up, Jackson.
[Robert] 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.
[Jackson] 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.
[clears throat]
I missed you.
Right, come on, Julia,
let's finish off your man.
On your call, Liz.
Pull!
[gunshot popping]
Bloody well missed.
Wait for it, old chap.
[light applause]
[shotgun clicking]
Pull!
[gunshot popping]
[Robert] Shot, darling.
[all applauding]
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.
[crickets chirping]
[frogs croaking]
[tense music playing]
[gun clicking]
[Barbara] You're going to
look like a princess, dear.
[Fiona]
Once I fit you into my dress.
[Julia]
Are you calling me fat?
[Fiona] No, no.
[all laughing]
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.
-[William chuckles]
And Mrs. Wingate prepaid
for the other two bottles.
-[William coughs]
-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.
[tense music playing]
Uncle Henry
should sell this place.
He always looks so put out.
Yeah, well, the murder-suicide
can't have been good
for business.
[William] 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.
[Jackson laughs]
Who would have thought
one of our executives
would do such a thing?
[Phillip] He was going
through a divorce
and he had developed
a drinking problem.
[William] It's fortunate
you and Caleb weren't there.
[sighs] 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.
[Jackson laughs] 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.
-[device beeping]
I do have to say,
it does feel good to give back.
[Jackson]
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.
-[Julia] 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?
[scoffs]
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.
-[dramatic music playing]
-[footsteps approaching]
[Robert]
Ah, Thomas, perfect timing.
That's a first, Thomas.
Ignore him, Thomas. Thank you.
[mutters] Twat.
[bell dinging]
That's our midnight warning.
Let's toast.
The groom cannot see the bride
on their wedding day.
[Barbara] Well, she's right.
Marriage needs all the luck
it can get these days.
And loyalty, Barbara.
[clears throat]
To Julia and Caleb.
[all] To Julia and Caleb.
[Robert] Mm.
[cell phone ringing]
[man] 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.
[man] And Julia,
are you doing this for her?
[phone clicks]
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.
[Henry] 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.
[William] ...bollocks.
[Robert] Well,
I for one hope that Caleb
gets the girl
on this deal, too.
[Jackson] Didn't know
we called sloppy seconds
"getting the girl" now.
[William] For fuck's sake.
[Robert]
Did you bring my papers?
[Caleb] Shit,
I knew I forgot something.
I left them
in our London office.
Should I have them couriered?
[Robert] No, not to worry.
I'll finalize it on our ret--
[dictaphone beeps]
[suspenseful music playing]
[paper rustling]
[sighs]
[The Wolf] 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.
[]
[all cheering]
Caleb has the keys
to the kingdom now, doesn't he?
What are you waffling on about?
[Phillip]
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.
[Jackson scoffs]
-You look absolutely beautiful.
-[Julia chuckles]
[bell dinging]
It's a Brioni Vanquish.
It's worth more
than your salary.
[Thomas mutters]
Knob head.
[photographer] Picture
of the brothers together?
Yes, please, that'd be nice.
-[Jackson clears throat]
-[photographer] Your lapel.
Oh, thank you.
[photographer]
Your bride is beautiful.
[Caleb] 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.
[photographer chuckles]
Darling!
[Jackson] Oh, champers.
Yes, please. Thank you.
Thank you for the picture.
[photographer] No,
thank you, Caleb.
[suspenseful music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
[cell phone ringing]
[gasps] Oh, I am so proud.
-My eldest is married.
-[chuckles] Yes.
Now you can officially start
your drinking problem, Caleb.
[Jackson laughs]
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.
-[both chuckling]
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.
[Anne] Julia,
you look beautiful.
Just gorgeous.
Thank you both so much.
[chuckles]
[Robert]
Anne, George.
I must say, you look
stunning today, Barbara.
[laughs]
How many of these have you had?
[scoffs] Julia, don't worry.
Caleb's a gentleman,
unlike his father.
Father has a surprise for Caleb.
[Robert] 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.
-[Jackson] Yes, well done.
[Henry] Would all our guests
please make their way
into the reception?
[Robert] What?
How could you do that
to Phillip?
[Robert] He needs to work harder
than anyone else.
[Fiona] But today of all--
[Robert]
You made him soft, Fiona.
[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. [laughs]
-[cell phone ringing]
-Hold on a second.
-[sighs] 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.
-[Jackson] Mm.
[Caleb]
Caleb Wingate. Hell-- hello?
Is anyone there?
[tense music playing]
[The Wolf]
I know who you are, Caleb.
Okay, if this is
about the Dry-Tech deal,
-I'm in the middle of my--
-[The Wolf] Wedding day.
And what you must do could kill
your "deal of the century."
You have my attention.
[The Wolf] I'm going to ask you
to murder someone.
Who is this?
[The Wolf]
Who I am is not important.
-What you must do is.
-You know what?
I don't have time for this shit.
Not today.
[The Wolf] You do have time.
You have until midnight
to decide who dies.
[phone clicks]
[dramatic music playing]
[Robert]
Where the fuck is Phillip?
[Fiona] 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. [laughs]
You're nervous
about your speech.
Just say I look beautiful and--
Well, Caleb's
not very good at lying.
-Prick.
-[Jackson] 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.
-[glass clinking]
-[Jackson gulping]
[Jackson sighs]
-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.
[cell phone ringing]
I need some air.
[tense music playing]
Listen to me.
I don't know what your game is,
but it ends now.
Do I make myself--
[The Wolf] I'll contact you
on the satellite phone now.
[phone buzzing]
[Caleb] Hold on. Wait a minute.
How did you--
What's wrong with my phone?
[The Wolf] Yours has no signal.
[]
[keyboard clacking]
[The Wolf]
Caleb? Where are you?
-[Caleb panting]
-Caleb?
Come out, Caleb.
[dictaphone beeps]
Come out, Caleb.
-[gunshot popping]
-[Caleb gasps]
Come out, now.
[dramatic music playing]
[Caleb panting]
What the fuck?
[phone buzzing]
Why did you send me
a picture of Robert?
-[The Wolf] He is your mark.
-My mark?
[The Wolf] You are to
kill him by midnight.
[guard] Are you okay, sir?
-Do you need any assistance?
-[gunshots popping]
[gunshots continue]
[Caleb panting]
Fuck.
[The Wolf] 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.
[The Wolf] With the right
motive, everyone is capable.
What motive?
[The Wolf] Ask Robert
about the Dara tribe.
[phone clicks]
[muffled chattering]
You'll be divorced by midnight
at this rate.
[Julia] For once,
I agree with Jackson.
[Henry] Ladies and gentlemen,
would you please give
your undivided attention
to the father of a bride,
Mr. Robert Foresight.
[all cheering]
[Robert] 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.
-[guest 1] Bloody beautiful.
-[guest 2] I know I would.
[Robert] 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.
[all applauding]
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?
[sighs] 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."
[George laughs]
-At least you got one, mate.
-[Caleb] Uh...
Seriously, though, Julia.
You look like
a most wonderful dream today.
[phone buzzing]
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.
[phone buzzing]
And I will never hurt you,
not intentionally.
[suspenseful music playing]
That's a little dark, Caleb.
-[phone buzzing]
-I'm sorry.
I'll be right back.
Where the fuck are you going?
My speech!
[door clicks open]
[door clicks closed]
[Caleb sighs]
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.
[phone buzzing]
[intense music playing]
[phone buzzing]
[dictaphone beeps]
[The Wolf sniffles]
[phone ringing]
[The Wolf] Open the top drawer
of the desk.
[]
[phone beeps]
-What is this?
-[The Wolf] It is a motive.
-Why are you doing this to me?
-[The Wolf] Look outside.
[gunshot popping]
You have until midnight to
kill Robert or Julia will die.
[phone clicks]
[dramatic music playing]
[Caleb sighs]
Caleb.
[clears throat]
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?
[William laughs nervously]
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--
-[door clicks open]
-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.
[Julia] 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?
[Henry] And now, it is time
for the bride and groom's
first dance!
[all applauding]
How wonderful.
["Save Me"
by Julian Lennon playing]
Save me
Before I lose my soul,
Oh, won't you save me?
Help me
I feel I've lost control,
Oh, won't you help me?
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.
You're the only one I know
Who lets the darkness come
And go inside
[suspenseful music playing]
[The Wolf humming]
[child giggling]
Is that you, Marisha?
[child giggling]
Where are you, Marisha?
[child giggling]
[]
[computer beeping]
[intense music playing]
["Lucky Ones"
by Julian Lennon playing]
Everyone is searching,
Trying to find a new religion
Some peace of mind
Peace of mind
Don't wanna let go
Of all of my intuition
They're doing
their dance, Jackson.
Yes.
You need to loosen up, brother.
I feel a change is coming,
I know
A new revolution's
Knocking on my door
That's a single malt,
you savage.
I feel a change is coming,
So strong
Did my speech upset you?
You need to stop being
so bloody sensitive--
[shouting]
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.
[ominous music playing]
[Barbara] 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 feel a change is coming,
So strong
It might not be forever
I wondered when you two
would get on the dance floor.
[Barbara chuckles]
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.
[chuckles] It'll do.
May I trade one beautiful lady
for another?
Yeah, sure, take her.
Charming.
Look at us,
We fucked up the weather
If we unite,
We'll get through whatever
We need this world
To last us forever
Come on, Caleb, loosen up.
You're miles away again, Caleb.
A new revolution's
Knocking on my door
We're gonna stop at nothing
Whatever it is,
it better be life or death
because you're ruining
our special day.
[music stops]
[guest] Oh, my God.
[ominous music playing]
[Robert] Well, don't just
stand there, Caleb.
Help her up!
[suspenseful music playing]
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?
[piteous music playing]
[Thomas] We're closed
until the reception
gets out, Mr. Wingate.
[Caleb] I'd like a glass...
A bottle, actually,
and the bar to myself.
Just put it
on my family's private tab.
[Robert] 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--
[Robert]
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.
[phone ringing]
[The Wolf] 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?
[rifle booms]
[Caleb breathing heavily]
[suspenseful music playing]
Robert! Can you hear me?
[phone buzzing]
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.
[Robert groaning]
You're alive.
-He's alive.
-[Robert groaning in pain]
[The Wolf] They said
you had to kill Robert.
If anyone tries to leave,
they will die.
[phone clicks]
-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--
[Robert groaning in pain]
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.
-[Robert groaning]
-Come on, man, Jesus.
[Robert grunting]
[Robert groaning in pain]
[Phillip] Father!
Ah, the prodigal son returns.
Where the fuck have you been?
-What happened to him?
-[Caleb] He's been shot.
Help us get him comfortable.
[Robert groaning in pain]
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.
[door thuds]
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.
-[Jackson sighs]
-For fuck's sake.
-[rifle booms]
-[glass shatters]
Julia, you okay?
Yes.
Is anyone hurt?
No, I think we're all all right.
I've been shot.
[suspenseful music playing]
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?
[guests chattering in distance]
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?
[William]
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.
[groaning]
Quiet, I need quiet.
-What the fuck are you doing?
-[William shushes]
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?
[William]
All right, stay calm, everybody,
let us concentrate
on what we can fix for now.
Okay, Julia, I've got it.
-This might hurt.
-[Robert groans]
[Robert grunts]
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.
-[Robert grunts]
-[Fiona] 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?
[Robert]
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.
[groans in pain]
I had nothing to do with it.
[William] 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.
-[William] 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!
-[Fiona sobbing]
-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?
[Jackson] You should be
a detective, Henry.
-[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. [indistinct].
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.
[Thomas scoffs]
-[door slams shut]
-Some aren't built for crises.
-[Anne] 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.
[Henry] The last formality
of the evening,
ladies and gentlemen.
[guests applauding]
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.
[William]
It's the wrong answer!
[Caleb] What is going on?
I can't even--
I'm going back to the party.
-Father!
-[Robert groans]
[William]
Stay out of this!
[William panting]
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.
[William]
It doesn't matter now.
It's a choice between
Robert's life and yours, Caleb.
-It's simple.
-[Robert] 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.
[tense music playing]
Kill me.
[William] Caleb.
If you don't...
The Wolf will do it.
He will go after Julia.
[Robert] 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.
[Robert breathing heavily]
-Go on, son.
-[Robert] It's for the best.
For Julia.
[tense music building]
[Caleb and Robert
breathing heavily]
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.
[William sighs
and clears throat]
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.
[suspenseful music playing]
Uh, is Thomas allowed to leave?
What?
[ominous music playing]
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!
-[phone vibrating]
[Caleb] Thomas, get down!
Please, don't shoot!
I didn't make the rules.
[rifle booms]
You killed an innocent boy!
[The Wolf] How many innocents
has Eco-Right
killed to get
what Robert wants?
[Thomas breathing heavily]
You missed,
you incompetent fuck!
Let me see
if I can do better.
[Barbara]
Caleb, we need to talk.
-Get back inside, Mother!
-Barbara!
-[rifle booms]
-[Caleb] No!
[dramatic music playing]
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.
-[Barbara grunts]
[Barbara breathing heavily]
I...
I don't feel so good.
Am I going to die?
[Caleb]
You'll be fine.
Won't she, Jackson?
You'll be right as rain, Mother.
You're lying.
The truth, William.
[mournful music playing]
I'm sorry, Barbs.
[coughs]
[grunts in pain]
Robert, Robert.
You're bleeding, too.
Don't worry.
I'll be okay, Barb.
[Barbara] Good.
That's good.
This shouldn't be happening.
[speaking Arabic]
-Oh, my God.
-[Lizzy gasps] Barbara!
[Fiona]
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?
-[Phillip] 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!
[William] Boys, behave
yourselves for Christ sake!
[Julia] 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!
-[Jackson] 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.
[Jackson] 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!
[Caleb scoffs]
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.
[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!
-[Julia gasping]
-[Caleb scoffs]
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.
[Fiona] 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!
[Fiona and Robert grunting]
[Phillip]
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.
[Julia screams and sobs]
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?
[Caleb] 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!
[laughs] 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!
[Robert] Your fucking money?
What have you ever done
apart from spend it?
[Fiona] 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.
[Fiona] 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... [laughs]
I have some, uh, liabilities.
[Henry laughs]
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!
[chuckles]
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.
[Jackson grunts]
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.
[Jackson] "Years?"
You can't be okay
with this, Father.
It's scandalous. It's disloyal.
It's none of
your business, Jackson!
[William sighs]
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?
-[Lizzy] 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.
-[grandfather clock tolling]
-That's our midnight warning.
[watch beeping]
[phone buzzing]
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.
[William] 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.
[Julia] I can shoot,
and so can Lizzy.
[Fiona] 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...
-[gun racking]
...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.
[Jackson sighs]
[tense music playing]
Caleb, where are you going?
We need to get our guests
out of harm's way.
[upbeat music
playing over speakers]
I know that
We're the lucky ones
Everybody, listen up!
Kill the music!
I know that we're the lucky
[music stops]
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.
[scarce laughter]
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!
[Jackson coughs]
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!
[rifles clicking]
[William]
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.
[Jackson] 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?
-[gunshots banging]
-[glass shattering]
Fire!
[guns firing]
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!
[gun firing]
[William] Hold!
Fire!
[rifles firing]
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--
[gunshot]
Father!
[William choking]
[Caleb panting]
[panting]
[grunting]
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!
-[Phillip] Calm down, Jackson.
[Jackson] Look, how do we know
this isn't Henry's plan?
-This is him making his escape!
-[Henry] 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.
[Julia]
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...
[Caleb] 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.
[door slams shut]
Is anyone up for what
could be our last drink?
-[screaming from the other room]
-[Julia] Lizzy, run!
[The Wolf] Back up!
-Back up!
-[Julia panting]
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.
[Robert] Whatever
they're paying you,
I'll pay you ten times.
-Then you have to die ten times.
-[Robert] 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.
[grandfather clock tolling]
The time's up.
-[Robert] Please don't.
-[Caleb] 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!
-[gun clicks]
-Shit.
No!
[gunshots]
[coughing]
[panting]
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!
-[Robert] 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.
[Robert panting]
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.
[dictaphone beeps]
[Robert] Caleb.
-[scoffs]
-I don't care who hears this.
But we do.
They...
Remember?
[The Wolf groans, screams]
-Phillip?
-[Phillip] I am an executive.
-Or did you forget that too?
-No.
-But you're my son.
-[Phillip] 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.
[The Wolf groaning]
[Caleb]
Quit your howling, Wolfie.
-[kick thuds]
-[The Wolf groans]
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.
-[chuckles]
[Phillip] Yes, I gave him
a motive and where to find you.
[Caleb] 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?
[Caleb] We wouldn't have had
to ruin Julia's big day.
[Phillip] 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.
[laughs] No, they won't.
You see...
we recorded it all.
I like to remember what is said.
[The Wolf] Open the top drawer
of the desk.
[Caleb] And then all we had to
do was put on a performance.
[inaudible speaking]
[Robert]
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.
-[Caleb] 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?
[Caleb]
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.
[Robert]
Get out of here, Phillip.
Caleb, we have a deal.
Sorry, I don't see the upside
in sharing anymore.
[gunshot]
[sighs]
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.
-[gunshot]
-[Robert groans]
[sighs]
[sniffs, sighs]
[sighs, sniffs]
[mumbles]
[groans]
[groaning]
As for you, Wolfie...
you only had one job.
[sighs] 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?
[laughs]
-What is so fucking amusing?
-[The Wolf laughs]
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?
[gun cocks]
[Julia panting]
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. [panting]
[Julia sniffles]
[The Wolf panting]
[The Wolf groans]
It's better this way.
-Just like them?
-No.
I will do good things.
[Julia sniffles]
[Julia sighs]
[sirens wailing]
[somber music playing]
[panting]
[breathing shakily, sniffles]
-[gasping]
-[officer] Police! Police!
-Police!
-[Julia sobbing]
[helicopter whirring]
Thank God. [sobbing]
He killed everyone.
My husband recorded it all.
[sobbing]
["Save Me"
by Julian Lennon playing]
Save me
Before I lose my soul,
Oh, won't you save me?
Help me
I feel I've lost control
Oh, won't you help me?
Don't run, run, run, run,
Run, run away and hide
Don't run, run, run, run,
Run, run away from life
You're the only one I know
Who lets the darkness
Come and go inside
Please tell me
Before I reach the end,
Oh, won't you tell me?
Show me
The light that lives inside
Oh, won't you show me?
Don't run, run, run, run,
Run, run away and hide
Don't run, run, run, run,
Run, run away from life
You're the only one I know
Who lets the darkness
Come and go inside
Won't you save me?
Oh, won't you save me?
You're the only one I know
Who lets the darkness
Come and go
You're the only one I know
Who lets the darkness
Come and go inside
[somber music playing]
[music fades]