Original subtitles

DCI MORGAN: I've Googled the guy,

and he's worth north of a hundred million. (gunshot)

I'd be very surprised if this was accidental.

Did you know of anyone who might have wanted

any harm to come to your husband?

The will we drew up is now null and void.

GRAY: I'm his first born.

He'll still have looked after me.

-(grunts) -Fifty grand. By next Friday.

"To my granddaughter, my wish she be appointed

Chief Executive of JK Wright."

My son and I are about 14 million short.

So, don't go spending it just yet.

I just can't see how he could have fired this gun himself.

(clattering)

(door clangs open) I come from nothing,

remember, like Jack.

I had to fight for everything all my life.

That was just...second nature to me.

To fight.

(inmates arguing nearby)

To fight like hell.

(high tempo music)

(mobile ringing)

(ominous music)

(speaking French)

(suspenseful music)

(children chattering)

(sinister music)

(muffled) Dad?

-Dad? -Sorry, say again, fella.

Is she?

-Is who? -Mum?

Is, is, is Mum what?

Ever coming back?

Okay, I've got... I've got to go to work,

but...let's talk about this tonight, properly.

Alright? You and me. Man to man.

Alright? I promise.

I love you. Alright, go finish your breakfast.

Er, Maysa, thank you for coming early today.

Lifesaver. Okay, goodbye, trouble.

You too, mate.

Oh, good luck with the test.

(mysterious music)

(peacock crowing)

JOHN: What I don't understand, George,

is you told me you'd spoken to him.

You told me he said it was all fine.

Don't you raise your voice to me, Jonathan.

Not after what you've let him do to you.

-Don't you dare. -I'm not raising my voice.

I'm just saying I was under the impression

he told you the will was unchanged.

As, my darling, was I.

I mean, it's not even the money. We don't need the actual money.

It's the respect, isn't it? Or lack of it.

I mean...is that what he really thought of me?

Is that all he thought I was worth?

Yes.

Clearly.

The real question here, John,

the real issue is not what he thought of you.

It's what you're gonna do about it.

What are you gonna do to prove the nasty old prick was wrong?

What do you want me to do?

I want you to contest it, obviously.

The will.

And you need to contest it hard.

(dramatic music)

You remember hard, don't you?

(footsteps receding)

(distant train rumbling)

(rumbling continues)

(angry phone chatter)

BELLA: Mum, will you just stop a minute?

You're not listening.

He was too drunk.

So, there was zero point in pressing him.

Yes, and I will, as soon as he wakes.

As soon as I know what he got,

then I will make a decision.

-(coughs) -Gotta go...

(knocking on door) Babe?

Oh.

It rises.

And how are we feeling this morning?

Top of the world, babe.

After yesterday's events, let me tell you.

Top of the fucking world.

(motorbike rumbles distantly)

And what about Dais?

Daisy, he did leave something, yes.

Ten million...

held in trust until you're 30.

The fuck?

DAISY: Oh, my God.

-JOSH: Why would he do that? -I'm sorry, Joshie.

Why would he do that to us?

Right this minute I'm not entirely sure.

But how he died,

the fact that his old will,

which I saw just a year or so ago, was totally normal,

added to...certain behaviours I saw in the last few months,

suggest to me some sort of...

mental health issue.

So, my guess is this isn't about either of you, or me.

This is about him.

About stuff going on in his head.

And I promise you...

whatever caused him to make these awful decisions,

I will get to the bottom of it, and I will make it good.

Okay?

I can't tell you specifically, babe.

It's...it's structured in trusts and bonds and...

equities.

(chews noisily)

But enough.

Enough for what?

What I promised ya.

For what you need.

For what we need to be happy.

It's just I saw some stuff online

about some...rows and stuff.

Fake news, love. Trust me, I was in the room.

Just remember...

I love you...

and I'm gonna make you a star.

(radio playing in background)

(cutlery scraping)

(muffled chattering)

I'm actually not sure what I'm doing is the truth.

My head's slightly spinning.

I'm not surprised.

Was quite a thing yesterday, wasn't it?

I mean, he obviously had great faith in you,

and all deserved, of course, but...

it was still an extraordinary thing he did, wasn't it?

Why do you think he did it?

No idea.

He always was a dark horse, wasn't he?

(sniffs)

I need to head back to London.

(dramatic music)

(door opens)

(door closes)

(cries)

(uptempo music) (traffic humming)

ANNIE: What is it you're looking for, exactly?

You know, I'm just trying to get a, er, feel for the man.

A sense of who he was.

He was a remarkable man.

Well, there you go.

If I hadn't have stood here in this room,

I might not have understood how you felt about him.

Is this...his?

He was old school with diaries.

DCI MORGAN: Ah.

A man after my own heart.

And we'll need any other computers

he used as well, please.

Just the desktop.

Alright, I'll send someone to pick that up.

I'll also need details of the people

at the will reading on Friday.

Who got what...

to the nearest million.

I have to say, this all seems rather intrusive...

for a suicide.

Oh, sorry.

No, I, I should have said.

No, Jack Wright didn't kill himself.

Jack Wright was murdered.

(sinister music)

(line rings)

John.

It's Annie.

You need to call me...urgently.

If you need to come home, if it all feels too much,

I'll send Joseph to come and get you both

at the end of the week.

Love you.

I just think right now you'll really benefit

from being with your friends, from the distraction of work,

and from some structure.

In five years, this will be

the bit that the therapist gasps at.

(car engine starts)

SALLY: I'm half an hour away, Joshie.

(uptempo music)

(exhales)

-KYLE: Wow. -I know.

So, what was his shareholding?

Fifty-one percent.

So, you'd have control of the company?

I would if I wanted that.

If any challenges to the will were unsuccessful...

if I stayed.

And are you even considering that?

(dark music)

-I don't know. -Em...

we have a business here

that...that we've spent the last three years developing.

Our future is here, is it not?

Yes, almost certainly.

Jesus, what is this?

I have the pitch at Ipcon tomorrow.

This isn't exactly instilling me with confidence.

I'm just struggling to process everything.

KYLE: Struggling to process what?

Whether you come back to continue growing our company,

or stay there to make fucking bricks?

-EMILY: Kyle. -In a failing city

in a failing country?

You do know you live in America, right?

You know what? I can't do this now.

-Kyle. - Let's talk tomorrow.

EMILY: Baby.

But you did all that shit at law school, right?

Well, we did the basics, but...

So...

on what grounds...

could I, you know...

challenge a will?

Well, like fraud,

suspicion of coercion,

or it being rewritten or something.

Er, capacity.

So, if someone was not in their right mind when they wrote it.

You can also just challenge them 'cause it's kinda unfair.

Unfair?

It's called failing to make reasonable provision,

as I remember.

Okay, interesting. Thanks, man.

That's really helpful.

Actually, whilst I've got you...

my salary didn't come through last week.

(phone ringing in background)

Yeah, the payroll company got hacked.

But...I am on it.

Jono, give us a call, man.

Mr Wright, there's a bloke outside

waiting to see you.

He says he's a bailiff, erm,

and he wants his money, or...

he'll cut your cock off.

Okay, er, just for future reference, Ruby,

that is not generally bailiffy language.

Under no circumstances let him in.

(high tempo music) (door slams open)

So, this is his extended adult family,

er, plus two employees,

all of whom were invited to a will reading on Friday,

which by all accounts got pretty feisty.

There were some big winners and some surprising losers.

These guys did well.

These guys...

not so much.

Now, we're still trying to trace Asha Bell,

the daughter of his second wife.

Records showed that she died in 2014.

And I'm gonna be speaking later to the solicitor

who drafted the will.

A document that his PA suggests

was only very recently altered.

But...killing someone maybe in revenge

for changes that cut you out,

maybe to prevent someone from making changes

that would cut you out,

maybe even to get your hands quicker on money

that you thought was coming your way.

All of these seem as good a place to start

in this investigation as any.

So, Bert...

have a look through this and find any entries

connected to this lot, please. I just want to get a sense of

who he was seeing in the months leading up to his death.

Friends, families, colleagues.

Yes, boss.

Sam, I want you on the last Mrs Wright.

I just want as much background info

as you can find. -Yeah.

And, Kat, I'm gonna need confirmable alibis

on the day of his death

for all these runners and riders.

Alright, thanks, guys.

Oh, and why did he go out there, to this building,

on a winter's night?

(uptempo music)

Hi, Deptford, please, Shinwell Lane.

Sure, jump in.

(cab door closes)

(taxi rumbles)

(people chattering)

(muffled music blasting)

Oi.

Oh, hello, Graham.

-Did you know? -Did I know what?

Did you know what was going down Friday?

No, I had no idea.

Your mother said no one did.

You better fucking not have, Bobby Bollocks.

I'm telling you, lad.

I think the sooner we start the chemo the better, Doctor.

Oh, oh... -Mum.

Sorry, can I call you back?

-Mum? -Hello, Graham.

This is a nice surprise.

How could you have let that happen?

Let what happen?

Oh, don't give me that.

You spoke to him most days. You must have known.

I was as shocked as you.

I mean, three fucking wives back

and you get half a mil?

As I said...

Well, I want you to know

I will not be taking this lying down.

I will be speaking to John,

and we will be challenging it.

-No. -Oh, fucking yes.

Because that money, the money he's given you,

I think you know that's mine.

In your heart...

I think you know that.

And what exactly will you be

spending it on, Graham?

Oh, here we go. Because that's what

we're dealing with here, innit?

Your preconceptions and fucking...

historical judgements.

Historical?

Did you say something to him?

Did I what?

Oh, you did, you cow.

I can see it in your eyes.

You absolute bitch.

You turned him against me.

Well, you never needed my help on that front.

Oh, that's nice.

From me own mother.

You just called me a bitch, Graham.

Gray.

Nobody calls me Graham apart from you.

Nobody has for 30 fucking years.

(exasperated sigh)

(sombre music) I will see you in court...

Mother.

(car engine starts)

(car roars away)

(clock ticking in background)

Had he given you any indication

he'd made these changes? -None.

And your relationship with him was otherwise good?

-Very. -And his with your children?

-Really good. -And, sorry

I have to ask these questions,

no other people in the marriage?

Nope.

Always better I know upfront.

No, we were very happy.

Okay, so...

couple of top line thoughts.

Your son is relatively straightforward.

Josh was his child,

and contesting he didn't make reasonable provision

should be fairly easy.

And you...

you said you signed a preen?

Yes.

Er, obviously I need to look at that,

see what qualifications, and exclusions, and...

in-the-event-ofs there are.

But...all being equal,

the changes he made would seem very unreasonable.

Unless...for whatever reason,

the defence can show in some way

they weren't.

(stirring music)

And are there any other options?

Such as?

Well, I am starting to wonder if he was of sound mind.

You think he was mad?

No, but...

I think...

he may have had dementia.

(traffic humming)

(upbeat music)

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, what happened?

I called you so many times.

(sighs) I'm really sorry.

I just...

it's been a slightly nuts few days, so...

So?

What did you say to him, Reu?

Why?

He's left me all his shares

and 15 million.

(laughs)

Oh, my God.

Yeah.

Oh, my God. (laughs)

Oh. Oh, my fucking God.

I mean...

wow.

Like...

it's astonishing, like...

it's, it's good though, no?

Yeah, I guess, I just...

why do I feel so strange?

Wh... I mean,

we weren't prepared for him dying now.

Look, none of this was meant to happen for...

a very long time.

So...

of course it's gonna feel strange.

Listen...

it's gonna be fine.

(soft kiss)

Trust me.

It'll all be absolutely fine.

♪ Please, when I go out with you ♪

♪ Don't put me on display ♪

(rap music plays)

Did the autopsy mention anything about it?

I'm not sure they were very interested in his brain

given the very large hole he had in his chest.

But the big advantage of a capacity challenge,

as I remember from law school,

is that if we can prove it,

the current will becomes invalid.

It would, you'd revert to the previous version,

which...I presume you've seen.

We drew it up together.

-So, you'd be happy with that? -Oh, yes.

Okay. So, first off I suggest we enter a caveat

on the estate of your husband to stop

-probate being applied for. -Okay.

We should also probably instruct a capacity expert.

-Right. -And then if they feel

the evidence you provide them with

regarding your husband's behaviour

over the last year or so is...

robust, (stirring music)

I'm thinking we might need a second autopsy.

Right, well, that's not possible, I'm afraid.

We buried him...

last week.

(gentle music)

And your dad?

How you'd expect.

Ditto Sal.

They all reacted how you'd expect.

Hm.

And probate?

How long d'you reckon it will all take?

It's gonna get messy, Rubes.

Seriously.

We're all gonna need to buckle up.

It's gonna get really fucking messy.

(sinister music)

And so, following up from the results

of our forensic examination, Mrs Wright...

and now that this is a murder enquiry,

we are asking everyone closely connected

to your ex-husband,

all his friends, his colleagues and family

to provide evidence of where they were

on the day he was killed

so that we can eliminate them from our enquiries.

Whether that be...

...corroboration from a work colleague,

I believe you were in Paris that day.

Or it might be corroboration from a friend,

a partner or another family member.

But however you do it, we will now need to know

exactly where you were on the 12th of November,

so, we can effectively cross you off our list.

(dramatic music)

(muffled conversation)

Emily to see you.

I should have rung, apologies.

No, no it's fine.

Can I get you a tea or...?

No, I'm good thanks.

-ANNIE: Sure? -EMILY: Yeah.

Thought she would have retired already.

Not sure if money was ever Annie's primary driver.

Yeah. Sorry, bad joke.

Ah.

Please have a seat.

Er...

So...

how are you?

Yeah.

Still slightly in shock, if I'm honest.

It's been a crazy few days.

Hasn't it?

So, did the police speak to you yet?

Er, just a brief call about providing an alibi.

I presume everyone at the reading got one.

-Can you believe it? -Do you know what?

As horrifically inappropriate as it might sound,

I actually find that easier to deal with

than that he killed himself.

I know what you mean.

I mean, I guess right now pretty much every possibility

seems beyond awful.

Yes.

Emily, it's lovely to see you, but we are

in the middle of an acquisition.

Speckmans, yes.

And given that...

all this will be yours one day soon...

Possibly.

...I'm sure you'd want me to be

bending my mind to the job in hand.

(laughs) Absolutely.

I just came to say...

I've always admired you John, immensely.

And I'm so embarrassed about Friday.

Obviously I had no idea that he was gonna do that,

otherwise, I would have tried to persuade him against it.

Because from everything I saw when I worked here,

from everything I've known about you my entire life,

from everything Granddad told me about you,

I can't think of a better person to run this company than you.

(scoffs)

Well, that's very sweet, Emily.

I'm sure Dad never said anything of the sort,

but...thank you for a creditable fib.

Well, it's true.

But either way,

my sense is I'm gonna be here for a while now,

just to get my thoughts straight.

So, I just wanted to say if you ever needed a friendly ear

from a fellow chief exec,

please do call.

A fellow chief exec?

Well, I appreciate that. Thank you.

I'll get out of your hair.

And thank you for dropping by.

Oh, this is probably nothing,

but I have a friend

who works at the Financial Conduct Authority,

and, FYI, there's a rumour going around

saying that they're about to investigate KKG

who audited Speckmans, right? -Yes.

So, rumour is KKG have an algorithm error

on their valuation multiples.

This is in the States?

She said it's a global thing.

The word is their valuations

are up to five percent out,

like five percent too high. -Jesus.

And I was thinking that would equate to nearly a million

-on the Speckmans' cost, right? -Erm...

Anyway, I just thought you should know.

Really nice to see you, John.

Have a great day now.

(dramatic music)

Bye, Annie.

Bye, Em.

(phone clanks)

(line rings)

Hi, it's me.

Er, who's our lead at KKG?

(muffled chatter)

And what about the calls?

Did you get hold of everybody?

Oh, they were all appropriately horrified

to have been asked for alibis.

Graham Wright claimed to have not even

spoken to his dad for over five years.

DCI MORGAN: Interesting.

Emily Wright was obviously in California,

so, I think we can at least rule her out.

Okay. Alright. Thanks Kat. I, erm...

well, I'm just gonna head into the old man's solicitors now,

-so, I'll speak soon, okay. -KAT: Alright, bye.

Bye-bye-bye-bye.

The...yeah, the 5th of August.

Jack and I then had two further meetings

over the next three months or so.

Finished it in October,

and then he obviously died mid-November.

Okay. And you didn't know him before he instructed you,

you weren't friends, you weren't a...a confidant?

It was...it was a purely professional relationship?

-Entirely. -Alright.

And he, did he discuss...

any of the decisions he was making with you?

Yes, I mean, it's part of my job

to check he knew what he was doing,

that he had capacity,

and to alert him to anything

I thought might provoke legal challenge.

And was there much?

(chuckles) Oh, yes.

Okay.

Did he give you any sense at all

as to why he was changing his will?

No.

Or changing lawyers?

No, although given the changes,

it's not a big leap to assume I was hired

to keep the new will from his wife.

So, did the new will change lot from the original one?

The changes weren't many, but they were significant.

Okay. So, what were they?

(pages flipping)

So, his granddaughter's bequest went up from

5.5 percent of the company shareholding,

er, to 51 percent.

Basically, all of his shares.

Well, that's an extraordinary shift.

-Yeah. -He, he...

did he not say anything about that?

Nope.

Oh...

What?

Sorry, he actually did say one thing, er, about John.

I'd forgotten about it till now.

So, er, John's shares went from 10 percent

to zero in the new will.

And after I read the draft of that change back to Jack,

he nodded as if to approve.

And then he muttered something along the lines of,

"He'll thank me for it in the end."

(mysterious music)

What do you think he meant by that?

I've actually no idea.

Okay. And then, er, Sally and their son, Joshua?

So, her bequest went from 15 percent to zero,

Joshua's from 10 percent to zero,

and she lost their three properties.

So, sorry, a wife doesn't automatically get 50 percent?

Except there was also a pre-nup,

which had various clauses and exclusions

in the event of divorce or death,

which were compliant with the will.

Okay. Alright. Can I see that pre-nup, please?

I'll dig it out.

Thank you very much.

You, me, and Sal, we hire the best lawyers.

We band together, three amigos,

and we get back what's rightfully ours.

-And have you spoken to Sal? -Not yet, no.

But she's bound to contest it, isn't she,

after what she said in the room?

And you're aware that any challenge,

if successful, would almost certainly mean

taking money from Mum?

And Emily, from your own daughter.

(sighs)

There's a lot of dough sloshing around, John.

There's loads going to charities.

Oh, that's okay then, let's take it

from the poor and needy instead.

I'm fucking poor, Jono. I'm needy.

And he owes me, mate.

For who he was,

what he did to me,

or didn't, I should say.

He owes us all.

Let me think about it.

That is all I ask.

So, where were you?

Where was I when?

The night Dad died?

Why?

Just curious. Obviously, they're asking us all.

Er...

I was out and about, mate. Where were you?

At home with my wife,

as I told them.

Good for you. Very cosy.

Give us a call, big man,

sooner rather than later, yeah?

Oh...

(office phone rings)

Did you ever see the old will, Jono?

(pensive music)

No, mate, I didn't.

Sorry.

Give us a call, mate.

BOBBY: To be honest, before the will reading,

it was out of your reach, financially.

Then when Jack left you what he did, I mean, (chuckles)

I really think you should think about it.

How much would something like this cost?

Well, they say you should set aside 400,000.

Although it might be significantly less than that.

And how good is it?

Good, good.

On average they think it gives patients an extra five years.

I also think it's time to tell your family what's going on.

Will you do that for me, Bobby?

(soft music)

Course I will.

Whatever you need.

(mobile rings)

-BOBBY: Hello. -Hello.

BOBBY: Is that Emily?

It is.

Er, Emily it's, er, Bobby,

your nan's friend.

EMILY: Oh, hello, Bobby. Everything okay?

All good, thanks. Erm...

y-your nan wanted me to ring a few people

to tell you something about her health.

Tell me what?

(taxi rumbling)

(whispers) Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Sorry, mate, change of plan, don't stop.

Er, can you, er... -Oi!

-Head to Kensington, please? -Oi, you wanker!

-(mobile rings) -Come here.

GRAY: Foot down, please, boss man.

EDDIE: I will fucking kill you.

Bobby, what?

I'm a bit busy right now, mate.

EDDIE: You are fucking dead!

Please send her all my love.

Tell her I'll come up and see her as soon as I can.

BOBBY: I will.

Do Graham and John know?

Graham does, er, I... I'm about to ring John now.

SALLY: Okay, well, thanks again for letting me know.

Bye now.

That was Bobby.

Oh, yeah. He rang me earlier.

Listen, if you need to head home to see your mum...

No, you're alright. I've got stuff to do down here first.

And it...it didn't sound that serious.

Well, I think it's not brilliant, Gray.

(sighs) To be honest with you,

me and me mum

had a bit of a ruck yesterday,

so, I weren't in the mood to talk to him.

Right, well, I think you should go and see her

as soon as you can.

Okay, yeah.

But the case, what do you think? Are you in?

What's your brother said?

He is 100 percent with me.

Is he? Definitely?

Well, he will be.

Erm...

let me think about it.

That's all we ask.

Erm...

the old will, Sal...

the one before.

Did he look after me in that?

He did, Gray.

Did he?

Yeah. 'Course he did.

How much?

Er, I don't remember the specifics, but enough.

I remember that.

Enough.

(sombre music)

(door opens, closes)

I...don't remember Annie Rouse ever coming up here, no.

Okay. And John?

Mainly Christmases.

I mean, he certainly wasn't here in the months

-before Jack died. -Okay.

And then Graham?

Well...

Graham and his father were largely estranged.

-Right. -I mean...

everybody knows that, like,

they've not spoken since... way back.

Okay, because...?

You'll have to ask him about that.

I mean, I'm just the housekeeper.

Mm, yeah, but your sense is that

he hadn't been up here for a long time either?

Not for years as far as I'm aware.

And where he was found,

any idea what he was doing out there

at that time of night?

His pigeons, of course.

(uptempo music)

His pigeons?

Ten o'clock

every night for,

well, as long as I knew him,

he'd...say goodnight to his pigeons.

And who else might have known that he did that?

Anyone who knew him.

(dramatic music)

GRAY: Yeah, it's like fucking serious or something.

I'm so sorry, Gray.

I love your mum.

She's such a sweetheart.

(tense music)

GRAY: So, I'll just get that down me neck

and then...I'll head straight up there.

(mobile buzzes)

Do you know what, babe?

Me appetite's gone.

I think it's fear about Mum.

Do you mind if I get that to go?

Of course.

(dramatic choral music)

(keyboard tapping)

GRAY: Just to show good faith, mate.

Ten grand.

(background chatter)

(sniffs)

I'm not trying to dick you around,

I'm not trying to avoid you.

I...I just need you to be patient

and then in a few weeks'... (thump)

Oh, fucking hell.

Oh, can you stop hitting me in the fucking face, mate?

(sighs)

Oh, I shouldn't do this...

'cause it sends a terrible signal to other punters.

But I am going to accept this...

as a late payment fine.

Fine? No, Eddie.

No, man... -Oi.

The debt remains 50K, Gray.

And you got a week to pay it.

(sighs)

REUBEN: So, do you think I need an alibi?

EMILY: Why would you?

They don't even know you exist.

REUBEN: Okay.

Call me anytime...for anything.

Whatever you need, I'll drive up.

I know you're dealing with a lot.

You're a very lovely man, Reu.

(soft music)

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-See you later. -Yeah.

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Well...unless the investigation finds his murder

was in some way connected to the will,

it shouldn't affect any challenge.

Although, I...I should add,

if a benefactor were found to have killed him

under forfeiture rules,

they would not be able to inherit.

-Right. -So, this all looks good,

and I'll forward it to our expert,

but it is all anecdotal.

Very much your opinion.

To have a serious chance of winning

from the dementia angle,

I'm afraid we really would need to do our own autopsy.

Which means, if you agreed to that,

and presuming we got agreement from his children

and any other relevant parties,

basically... (dramatic music)

we'd be looking at exhumation.

So, I need to ask...

how you'd feel about that?

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I think I'd feel fine.

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You think?

I would. Definitely.

We need to dig him up.

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I mean, what sort of a woman does that?

Tries to dig up her own husband?

What does that say about her?

GRAY: Personally, I think everyone overreacted.

I mean, let's not forget he was fucking dead.

(laughs) Do you know what I mean?

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Sorry, what was the question?

DCI MORGAN: See, most people,

even on a murder investigation,

most people you encounter are...

normal, decent human beings.

This bunch...

It was a key moment, yes.

I mean, I don't regret it, but...

certainly, it all went downhill pretty fast

from that moment on.

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