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You miss, you incompetent fuck.

Let me see if I can do better.

Caleb, we need to talk. Get back inside, mother!

Barbara!

No!

What?

Bob?

Bob, stay with me.

Bob, can you hear me?

Come on, let's go, let's go!

It's there, Don.

I... I don't feel so good.

Am I going to die?

You'll be fine.

I want you to check.

You're lying.

You're lying.

The truth, William.

I'll be okay, mom.

This shouldn't be happening.

William, what happened?

I'm so sorry, Caleb.

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

Barbara.

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

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

Did he make it? We don't know.

What are you looking at?

You won the Dry Tech deal.

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

did say that.

Well, don't act so fucking surprised.

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

our mother killed?

Fucking start!

Fucking you!

Behave yourselves, for Christ's sake!

Stop it!

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

signal. Who were you calling, Jackson?

I'd rather not say.

It was the wolf, wasn't it? Come on, tell us.

Fucking tell everyone.

Fine, fine. Look, if you must know, when Caleb scolded me in front of our guest,

I was in need of a morale boost.

Sweet cakes, Caroline.

Yes, that's quite... The morale boost. The bloody escort. So what?

Jackson.

A moment of weakness, Fiona.

Besides, if I am the mastermind, why would I have stopped Taylor from blowing

Robert's fucking brains out? We thought we had no choice, darling.

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

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

Oh, but I have had it, brother.

In fact,

While you were in Nigeria.

Don't, Jackson.

We spent the night together.

Tell me that's not true, Julia.

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

It's been the night.

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

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

Don't!

You are a fucking arsehole! For fuck's sake, Julia, you can just have one.

Well? At least that settles one thing.

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

Oh, the ladies don't know.

If Caleb doesn't shoot Robert by midnight, the wolf will kill Julia.

You absolute bat -bag!

I want to do the same. But it won't help us now, Mother.

Why me?

He knows Caleb would do anything for you, sweetheart.

This is supposed to be the best day of my... Our lives, Caleb.

He said we are being shot at by some assassin.

Daddy is bleeding out.

Barbara is gone.

My dad is destroyed.

Not to save Henry from financial fucking ruin.

Now there's a motive.

Hang on a fucking minute.

What are the chances of the same shooter attacking the same hotel for the same

target in a matter of weeks? And I heard you threatening Robert in the hallway

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

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

Maybe all this is not such a coincidence.

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

You can all fuck off.

Why would I want Robert dead?

I need him to find a fucking check.

So you don't know.

Know what?

I was, uh, adjusting my estate.

Adjusting? How?

You...

slag for going to run off with my money. Don't you call my mother a slag! Your

fucking money?

What have you ever done apart from spend it?

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're waiting till after the wedding and then... First his legacy, then his

wife. You really are a cunt.

Wait, I'm not following.

Adding Barbara to the will benefits Henry Howe. Well, it does and it

hadn't finalised the draft.

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

And that means it all goes to mother.

And there's no problem.

There is a motive.

No, no, no, I'm on a fucking minute.

Let me get this clear.

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

Don't worry.

We'll look after you. Fuck off, Fiona.

I don't know how to say this.

You're out with it, Robert.

You'd be inheriting debt.

Come again, Robert?

I'm telling you about my estate now because if anyone in this room thinks

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

Liabilities. Of course he fucking does.

How many bloody liabilities?

Just over 97 million.

That's why the dry tech deal is so important.

Give me the gun.

I'll do him.

Oh, no, I can't.

Because I'll be fucked with your dead.

You wanker, Robert!

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

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

castle. You said it yourself.

It is quite the kingdom to inherit.

Valid points.

But I'm not stupid enough to off my father knowing we are flat broke until

close dry tent.

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

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

Crime of passion is a motive as old as time itself.

I see what you're insinuating, you weasel.

My father has nothing to do with this. Have you, father?

No, I haven't, you little prick.

See? We're gentlemen, unlike you foresight scoundrels. And the Wingate

Patriarch's word is worthy of a solid alibi.

Well, it's... Better than the word of a foresight bastard.

Take that back.

You fucking ingrat.

Foresight?

Barth.

Clean yourself up, boy.

Do you want Robert killed?

Do you?

Even if I did, Julia, as my daughter, I wouldn't do this to her. But we both

know their affair has been going on for years.

Years?

You can't be okay with this, Father. It's scandalous. It's disloyal. It's

of your business, Jackson.

Like Fiona said, it's been going on for years.

Why do something now?

Revenge?

Or maybe desperation?

We all know you're heading for financial ruin.

Don't you worry about the Wingates, Philip.

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

ever since Caleb joined 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.

I'll bleed out, will you, Robert? Will you really?

Oh, shut up, Lizzie.

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 account?

That's possible, isn't it?

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

Trust me, Robert.

I only regret not thinking of it myself.

And I'm not trying to get myself killed.

I enjoy my life.

It's all too personal.

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

That's our midnight warning.