An Enemy Within

What are you doing?

Please. Please don't shoot!

No, no!

Pull!

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

Did you bring my papers?

Shit, I knew I forgot something.

I left them in our London office.

Should I have them couriered?

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

Who was the call with?

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

I still wouldn't tell you.

You know, you should probably forfeit, Caleb.

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

Well, calligraphy.

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

as a child, Robert?

Well, I've always believed

the pen to be mightier than the sword.

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

Hear, hear.

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

Pull!

Pen it is.

You'll get the next one, Caleb.

Hi, Daddy.

Relax.

I'll get her wet for you again.

I was always rather good at that.

Caleb, put your phone away.

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

- The women. - Shut up, Jackson.

Phillip, you're the marksman of the family.

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

I couldn't possibly intrude upon your quality time

with Caleb, Father.

Well, somebody could do with some bonding.

Or a good slap, if you ask me.

Bondage would be the middle ground, Jackson.

If you're interested.

I missed you.

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

On your call, Liz.

Pull!

Bloody well missed.

Wait for it, old chap.

Pull!

Shot, darling.

That is rather embarrassing for you, brother.

On the contrary.

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

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

What?

Come on, let's get warm.

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

Once I fit you into my dress.

Are you calling me fat?

No, no.

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

Oh, it's the MacLaren.

Red Collection, Mr. Wingate.

Ah, that's the 73K one.

Yes, one of only three we have in stock.

Mrs. Foresight paid for it.

Oh.

And Mrs. Wingate prepaid for the other two bottles.

Anything else, gentlemen?

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

If you invite the ladies in,

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

I expect that to be on the house.

Please. Thank you.

Uncle Henry should sell this place.

He always looks so put out.

Yeah, well, the murder-suicide

can't have been good for business.

Hm, such a senseless tragedy.

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

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

with the wedding and--

You couldn't very well cancel on our guests.

You old buggers would have lost a fortune.

Ah, Henry would have lost a fortune.

Who would have thought one of our executives

would do such a thing?

He was going through a divorce

and he had developed a drinking problem.

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

Remind me, Robert,

where exactly were you?

Well, I-- We were in Nigeria

for the Dry-Tech negotiations.

Weren't we, Caleb?

To be honest, I do feel guilty.

Maybe I could have done something.

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

So it is true

that your negotiations with Dry-Tech have stalled

because of it?

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

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

And you wouldn't call it stealing

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

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

Play nice, Caleb.

You have the opportunities you have

because of the start our business gave you.

And I want to do more than

pillage the world's resources for profits.

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

Please, not that philanthropic nonsense again.

We should just take the land, drain it,

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

Or we can get innocent people out

and make plans for good politics.

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

-Brilliant. -It's not that simple.

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

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

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

It's good for the media, investors,

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

Wow, so perceptive, Jackson.

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

Caleb keeps records, gentlemen.

I like to remember what is said.

Ah, a Nixon defense if I ever heard one.

Hm, CEO conduct, if you ask me.

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

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

for the geothermal plant.

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

I will.

Of course, he will.

Father.

-Good night, gentlemen. -Night, Phillip.

- Good night, Phillip. - Phillip!

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

Darling, you know he's too delicate

for big-boy conversation.

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

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

so watch your back, brother.

Were these two always like this growing up?

From rugby to girls, yes.

Well, as it should be.

None of this "everyone gets a trophy" bollocks.

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

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

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

It's fine, Mother.

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

Ah, Thomas, perfect timing.

That's a first, Thomas.

Ignore him, Thomas. Thank you.

Twat.

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

The groom cannot see the bride on their wedding day.

Well, she's right.

Marriage needs all the luck it can get these days.

And loyalty, Barbara.

To Julia and Caleb.

To Julia and Caleb.

Mm.

Caleb, we need to know

you fully understand the repercussions

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

I am doing this for my family.

And Julia, are you doing this for her?

Ah, brother.

I suppose you fancy getting a couple of brass in?

Last night of freedom, all that.

I'm going to bed a faithful man.

Your loss.

Sweet Cakes Caroline has a right ass on her.

He's like a pimple on my back.

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

I need the fucking money now.

You can fucking wait like everyone else.

...bollocks.

Well, I for one hope that Caleb

gets the girl on this deal, too.

Didn't know we called sloppy seconds

"getting the girl" now.

For fuck's sake.

Did you bring my papers?

Shit, I knew I forgot something.

I left them in our London office.

Should I have them couriered?

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

I've been watching you, Mr. Wingate.

And I like you.

You've surrounded yourself with enemies

who are growing desperate.

Whether you know it or not,

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

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

What are you waffling on about?

He has my sister, my father,