All language subtitles for I, Jack Wright -S01E03 - A Tougher Love.WEB.BAWD+MeGusta

I have to say, this all seems
rather intrusive for a suicide.

Jack Wright was murdered.

There were some big winners

and some surprising losers.

You'd have control of
the company.

If I stayed.

Are you even considering
that?

Trust me, it'll all be
absolutely fine.

The debt remains 50K, Gray.
Oi!

Rumour is, the valuation's up to
five percent out.

I think he may have
had dementia.

We'd be looking at exhumation.

We need to dig him up.

I mean, how much do any of us
really understand

why we do the things we do?

So you can think someone's
on your side,

they can think they're
on your side,

but actually...

for reasons they might never
fully comprehend,

and you certainly won't,

turns out...

they completely loathe you.

I'm so sorry to do this to you,
Rose, particularly now.

- Oh, are you?
- I just feel Josh

needs an explanation,

and another autopsy
might reveal that.

And what about my boys?

That's their father you want to
dig up,

and her grandfather.

Graham and John have already
given their consent.

I understand...

how hard this is for you all.

I mean, obviously it is for me
too, and...

So, it looks like it's all
been decided.

I don't even know why
you're here.

As a mark of respect.

Hah!

And to see how you were.

I'm fine, lovey.

But I've suddenly become
very tired.

So if you wouldn't mind,
Emily will show you out.

Lots of love, Rose.

I married him when he didn't
have a pot to piss in.

Sorry, Sal.

She starts chemo tomorrow,

and I know she's super stressed
about it.

Oh, of course she is.

Look, I meant it,
I don't underestimate

how traumatic a thing this is

to have to contemplate.

Well...as you say,
it's for Josh.

Jack left him nothing, Em,
absolutely nothing.

And how's he doing?

Not brilliant.

Could I come see them both?

I think they'd
love that.

When are they home next?

Erm, they both

have an exeat this weekend.

Perfect. Saturday night?

You're welcome to stay,
obviously.

Open offer, in fact.

Yeah, thank you.

I'm sorry we are where we are.

I hope you know
none of this is personal.

Of course.

- Night, Em.
- Night, Sal.

Take care.

What about this
other daughter

from his second marriage,
erm, Asha Bell?

Nobody knows where she is,
and she's had no contact

with Jack for years, so frankly,
her opinion's irrelevant.

We can't wait,
we need that autopsy.

Make the application,
please, ASAP.

Maybe it slipped
your mind, sweetheart,

but we are going to be
suing her, aren't we?

So, to have Emily working
alongside you

for the next however long
it takes,

it's just...weird.

It's really weird.

And please don't even think
about spending money

on a Speckmans re-audit.

It's insane.

Sometimes I despair.

I really do.

And Jack Wright's computer,
did that get picked up?

Er, yeah, I just
sent it over to IT.

Alright, let's kick off with,

er, email and search history

around the 4th of August,

when he fired his old lawyer.

Now I called this lawyer
yesterday.

He said Jack was super emotional
that day.

Why? And then I've got
John Wright this afternoon.

- Got it, boss.
- Thanks, Kat.

It's stage four,

and there is no stage five.

Fucking hell, Mum.

So, like...

how long and everything?

Hard to say.

All depends on what treatments
I opt for,

and how I respond.

I can't believe it.

Both of you in as many weeks.

What did I do to deserve this?

I'm sorry,
this is non-negotiable.

We need a new audit,
or we back out.

We're a week away
from contracts.

And I've spoken to Deloitte's

who say they can get in tomorrow

and deliver a report super-fast.

But listen, obviously,
I understand this is a shock.

So, have a think,
speak to your board,

and then give me a call.

Thanks, Sue.
- John...

This is Gray.
Don't leave a message.

Gray, it's me.

Okay, I'm in.

I try not to look at it as
what I'd lose,

more like...
what I've already had.

Well, I think that shows
great wisdom, Cheryl.

Yeah, 'cause like...

tens of millions of people
all over the world,

they don't get to live
to my age.

That's true.

And they don't have
a brilliant mum

and a gorgeous little sister,

and a lovely flat.
- No.

So, yeah.

That's what I say when I'm
trying to impress people, Rose.

Oh.

What I actually think is
fuck this shit, man.

Thank you very much, Madam,
have a good afternoon.

Sorry.

So, what I was saying is...

I...I know I was
a bad father, Em.

You weren't any kind of father.

I...I didn't have a role model,
did I?

Someone to show me how to do it.
- Nor do lots of people,

somehow they manage not to be
complete wankers.

Well, my point is,

what I wanted to say now,

here, today,

is...

I...I do want to be better.

I'm sorting out my substance...

issues.

I've cut right down
on me drinking.

And I...I was hoping
if you do stay in the country,

I was hoping that me and you

could spend some time together,

so I could get to know you
a bit better,

and you could get to know me.

You do know, don't you,

that as primary beneficiary
of the will,

if you contest it,
I'm the defendant?

I did not know that, no.

So, really, whether or not
I stay here,

it's gonna be partly down to
whether or not

you successfully sue me.

Fair play, that is not...ideal.

So I suppose...
now's not a good time

to ask for a loan, then?

That's actually quite funny
for you.

No, but seriously.

- Oh, my God.
- Just 10K, Em.

I'm in a real spot.
- Oh, my fucking God.

You're serious?
- Five then?

Why do I never learn?

- Don't, don't be like that.
- Be like what?

Be like a daughter?

Be like someone who might
expect their dad

to exhibit a single molecule
of care.

Don't you be like that.

Don't you fucking be.

Nice motor your friend's got.

Tasty them old threes,
aren't they?

Does Kyle like cars?

Fuck you, Graham.

Fuck.

DC Jones.

I have some information
about Jack Wright.

- Who is this, please?
- You might want to check out

his granddaughter's boyfriend

'cause I saw his car near
Wright's house

the night he died.

The registration is F646PLY,

F646PLY.

So in our email exchange, John,

you said that you were
working from home

on the day that
your father died?

Yes.

And you can corroborate that,
Georgia?

Absolutely.

Because you were here too?

- I was.
- All day?

Yes.

Okay, thank you.

So, when would've been
the last time

you saw your father, John?

It was two days before,
at the office,

to discuss an acquisition
we were doing...

they were doing.

That's correct.

Okay, and how, and how was he,
how was his mood?

Good, I'd say.

Good, positive.

You two got on well?

- We got on great.
- Yeah.

So, how did you feel about
the will?

Oh, well...

it was a bit of a shock.

Would it be fair to say
you'd expected to be

the one handed
the company reins?

Yes, that would be fair to say.

Okay.

And so, you're gonna be
challenging it or...?

Sorry...

why...why's that relevant?

I'm just trying to get
an idea of

the strength of your
feeling about it.

We're...exploring options.

And was there any indication
before he died

that he was gonna hand
his shareholding,

effectively your shareholding,
to your niece?

No.

Would you mind letting
your husband answer, please?

No.

No, no there wasn't.

And do you have any idea why
he might have done that?

I mean, she's a successful
young businesswoman

in her own right, but...
apart from that...

no.

Okay. Thank you.

So where were you actually?

The day he died.

So we traced the car
from the tip-off,

and the registered keeper

has three drug convictions,

including one intent to supply,

which got him six months
in Feltham

when he was 17.

And then in 2021,

he did a year in Wandsworth
for an ABH.

Name?

Reuben Maguire.

And connected to that,
there's a couple of possibly

interesting entries in
Jack's desk diary.

First up, on the evening of
the 1st of August,

an entry that just says
"Phoenix Rising, 7:30."

- Is that a pub?
- Is what I thought.

And there are three in London
with that name.

One in Mayfair, one in Chelsea,

and one in Deptford.

And I flagged this 'cause
Deptford

is where Mr Reuben Maguire's
car is registered to.

I like.

And the other entry

is from the 4th of October,

and just says, "call Laura back
re Donleavy's,

and J and W", and has three
exclamation marks

after the W.

- Donleavy's is?
- Solicitors.

- John's?
- And his wife's.

Ah, and the W?

I don't know, an initial of
a name?

Could be an abbreviation
for will.

Oh yeah, obviously that as well.

- Call him.
- Yeah.

Alright, can I sit down now?

Er, lastly, Sally.

So, we know she's been working

as a corporate lawyer in London

and Paris
for the last nine years,

and is a bit of a mover
and shaker

in the Paris social scene.

All pretty unexciting stuff.

I have two kids under seven,

this looks as exciting a life

as it is literally possible
to have.

And then eight years ago,
there it was this.

So, this is Arnaud Tissier,

he has homes in France
and Spain,

and he and Sally have been
photographed together

at numerous events
since she got him

acquitted on tax evasion charges
in 2016.

He describes himself as merely
a dull financier?

Yeah. And he may well be now,

but one thing he doesn't deny
is that in 1991,

aged 17, he got into a bar brawl

with a rival gang member,
which ended

with him doing a 13
stretch...for murder.

Okay.

They want an alibi from me,
though.

- Jesus.
- I mean, to be fair,

I think they're asking the same
of everyone

who had a connection to him.

Should I get a lawyer?

We should talk about the will
and stuff.

I'm actually over
for meetings next week.

Cool.

What day's good for you?

- Is the, er, manager around?
- I'm the manager.

Oh, hi. I'm DCI Morgan,
Hertfordshire police.

Do you recognise this guy
at all?

That's Ru.

And when you say
commitments

you need to pay?

Stuff Jack and I had financially
and contractually agreed to.

Charity donations, renovations,
some...

investments that
I'm now liable for.

And are you not able to cash
flow those yourself until...?

Until what?

I have no idea what's coming
down the line,

and no, I don't have spare
millions lying around.

Our money was in his accounts.

Okay, er, listen,
can I take some advice

and come back to you?

I'd appreciate that.
Thank you.

So, why didn't you marry again?

Er, he was a tough act
to follow.

Had such charisma
and energy and drive.

And even though he was often
an awful man...

mean,

self-obsessed,
serially unfaithful...

I still loved him, I'm afraid.

A lot.

So, he broke my heart,

and for many, many years
I still held a candle for him.

And then one day I just didn't.

What happened?

Oh, I met Bobby.

Oh, my days. I wanna meet Bobby.

Your mum's outside, Cher.

Same time tomorrow?

Wouldn't miss it for the world.

What joy you are, Cher.

See ya.

About another 20 minutes,
I'd say, Rose.

How's she doing,
the lovely Cheryl?

So, I just want to say, firstly,
thank you for coming tonight.

- My pleasure.
- But mainly, thank you

- for your tip re the audit.
- You're very welcome.

All actioned and results
breathlessly awaited.

- So...
- Great.

...here's to a successful
resolution.

And then...

I know we find ourselves

in a rather...awkward position

vis-a-vis...the will.

If I'm honest, contesting it
was not my first instinct.

But...

given we are where we are,

if you were...minded to...

berth your sloop

in the JK Wright harbour,
as it were,

whilst the litigation storms
rage,

I'd be most grateful for that
friendly ear you offered.

Feels rather...
lonely at the top.

Or not. Sorry if I'm getting
ahead of it.

No, it's not that. It's just...

other stuff, dad stuff.

But yes, I would like that
very much, Uncle John.

To berthed sloops.

To berthed sloops.

Oh...hello.

Where have you been?

I rang your office.

They said you were out
with Emily.

Then you know where I've been.

No fool like an old fool.

I'm going to bed.

Hey.

What are you doing right now?

- Max.
- So, the diocesan court

have come back to me.

We have an exhumation licence.

I gotta run.

Hi. I called earlier.

I'm Emily Wright's fiancé.

Doors closing.

Leave me alone, you pest.

Oh my God, Kyle.

Surprise.

And the third Mrs Wright,

will she be joining us in
our challenge?

Not sure yet. She...she's not
come back to us.

Okay, well, that's no problem.

Just let me know what
she decides,

and we can slot her in,
as and when.

So, basically this is just a bit
of a fact-finding mission.

To get a general sense of
your relationship with your dad,

and how you both got on
with him.

Who wants to kick off?

Of course, I'm pleased.
I'm just surprised.

Full marks.

And I wish you'd told me

because I have a day full of

meetings at JK Wright,

which I can't really cancel.

- Right.
- Sorry.

And who was the pest?

When I knocked you said...

Oh, the minibar guy
kept wanting to restock.

So irritating. But listen,

let's go for a lovely supper
tonight somewhere

and then we can properly
catch up.

I have to head, baby,
I'm so late.

Sure.

But love you.
I'll speak to you later?

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

So, look,
notwithstanding the fact

that you're obviously
both adults

capable of earning
your own living,

I still think we're in with
a very good shout

for claiming he didn't make
reasonable provision.

Get in.

How much that should have been
is for a judge to decide.

But given your age,
your lifestyles, his wealth,

I would've expected healthy
seven figure bequests

for both of you.

And I'm pretty confident,

if we go to court,

we can achieve that.

Nice one, bro.

Got to run.

You don't fancy a quick
one, celebrate?

I can't, I'm afraid,
I have meetings.

Okay, no worries. Erm...

I'll catch you soon then, yeah?

Definitely. Speak soon.

Oh, er...

sorry, erm,

just one quick thing.

- Really?
- Just 10K, bro.

I'll, I'll, I'll pay you back
end of next week.

- Oh, Gray.
- I'm in real serious

fucking trouble here, mate.

You're always in
serious trouble.

I know.

And I'm sorry about that.

It'll be the last time.

I swear.

I just can't, mate,
I'm really sorry.

No worries, big man.

You take care of yourself.

Two visits in as many days.

To what do I owe this pleasure?

You don't always have to be
so cynical, Mum.

You're not well,
I wanted to see you.

So, I went in, and I pitched
to all of them,

just like we talked about,
everything we prepped,

and, yeah, it went really well.

Tons of interest afterwards.

And my guess is we could
basically just take our pick.

Amazing.

So, Peter Kyper was there.

No way.

He wants to talk.

Ditto Leo Schwartz,

Susie Woo.

Oh, God, Kyle,
these are players.

You obviously knocked it
out the park.

Yeah, I think maybe I did.

To you.

To me.

So, are we over?

Are we over?

Yeah, you and me.
Are we finished?

Because...

you're seeing someone
else, right?

What are you talking about?

It felt like someone had been

in your room this morning.

What?

And this feels weird.

You feel weird. I feel...

like I shouldn't have come.

Oh, my God.

Oh...

Oh, Kyle, baby, I'm so sorry.

It's been an insane
couple of weeks

with the funeral and the will,
and...

my dad who's now suing me,
for fuck's sake.

So, yeah, I probably...
am being weird.

I'm sorry.

But genuinely,

I promise I am so happy that
you're here,

because I need you, my honey.

And I love you.

I'm in trouble, Mum.

Not fortunes.

But I'm really scared this time.

This time...

I think they could kill me.

How much?

Ten thousand right now.

Er, I bo...borrowed some of it
from Bella to, er,

delay things.

And now she wants
to go to the police.

But, er...

fifty in total.

How did it come to this, Gray?

How did it come to this?

Well, I'll tell you how it might
have come to this...

Mother.

It might have come to this

because when I was 13,

and Dad got his first bit
of dough,

the pair of you decided to

take me out of Oxoter County

and put me in fucking Repton.

Have a think on that.

Have a think about what that
might do to a kid.

None of me mates from Oxoter
would talk to me.

None of the posh kids.

I was totally isolated.

And I tried to tell you
how I was...

how...

crushingly lonely I was.

And do you remember what
you said to me?

You told me not to be so
bloody ungrateful.

Your father and I were
already struggling.

Never mind you.
What about me? I was a kid.

I was your responsibility!

I had no idea how to be...

Mum.

Who to be...for years.

John seemed to manage alright.

He was four fucking
years younger.

He was more or less born
eating After fucking Eights.

So that...

is how it came to this.

Because of what you did to me.

The pair of yous.

And how old are you gonna be
before you stop blaming us?

Before you start taking
responsibility

for your own mistakes?

Sixty, seventy?

Gonna still be messing up
when you're eighty

and saying it's all my fault
over my grave?

Are you gonna lend me
the money or not?

No.

I've been too soft on you,
Graham.

All my life.

Denied you nothing,
given you everything.

So, no.

Too soft?

It's time for a tougher love.

I need a piss.

Deloitte's just biked this over.

The Speckmans re-audit.
- Thanks.

My guess is the problem
was Georgia's,

not her husband's.

But you acted for them both?

And indeed, when she came in,
she explicitly said

she was speaking for John too.

And...and what did she want you
to do?

To ring Jack Wright's lawyer,
Laura Johnstone,

who was drafting the new will,

and ask her for details
of what it contained.

- And did you?
- I did.

And Ms Johnstone...

politely declined
to offer that information.

And did she want anything else?
Georgia?

She wanted to know if there was
a way of preventing

- a person making changes.
- And is there?

Well, anyone can speak to
a potential testator,

when they're alive, obviously.

And how did the meeting end?

I suggested if she was concerned
about anything,

she should speak to
her father-in-law herself.

And do you know if she did that?

Again, I got the impression

she was going to do
exactly that.

Sorry, what date did
you meet her?

Er, this was on...

the 3rd of October.

I should also say she fired me
as she left.

- Fuck.
- Yep.

So, what do we do?

We obviously lower the offer.

Yeah, but to what?

Well, I feel this wasn't just
KKG's issue,

I feel Speckmans kind of knew
what they were doing,

and were hiding stuff.
- So?

So, I think we go back in now
with...

fifteen-five?

Yeah, I mean, we could.

- But?
- Well, I'm just thinking

how about we properly lowball?

Fourteen-five. I mean, who else
is gonna buy 'em

in this climate?

Fuck it. I'm going 14,250.

Wolf of Wall Street, me.

I can give you nine.

I am serious, Josh.

You're an adult now, you don't
need your arse wiped anymore.

You should see his boxers.

- Fuck off.
- Er, language, Joshua.

Washing up, now.

Or I shall beat you savagely.

Would you like to
move in?

They're good kids.

Yeah, they are.

And Daisy seems okay?

Yeah, I mean, she has
a ski trip booked,

and she's insisting on
still going, so...

who knows?

I'm flying blind
on a daily basis.

Sal, I'm sorry that everything's
so awful.

I really didn't know that Jack
was gonna do what he did.

And I can't imagine

how hard it must be for you.

And I totally understand

why you're challenging the will.

I would too.

I just hope...

whatever the outcome, that...

we can all remain friends,
as well as family

and continue looking after
each other.

I know I'll wanna be there for
all of you if it goes my way.

You mean...

fi...financially or...?

Oh, Em, I'm, I'm sorry I...

I need to take this.

Hey, Max.

Sorry to disturb you so
late, Sally,

but I've just received
the results of the autopsy.

And?

It's good news.

Your husband's brain did indeed

show early signs of dementia.

So, we might just be in
with a shout.

Erm...

thank you.

Thank you.

So, the question is

was Jack planning to meet
Laura Johnstone,

to change the will again?

Which someone got wind of,
and acted on.

Where'd you get
this meeting? His diary?

This was in his sent emails.

Do you know which device
it was sent from?

His office desktop.

Alright, so that could have
conceivably been seen

by Annie Rouse...

John Wright.

Yeah...re...re...read
the message, please.

"Or how about the 13th?"

And there was nothing from her
that prompted that?

No, so, I called her, Laura
Johnston, 'cause I wondered

if this was a response
to a phone call.

- And?
- She had a vague recollection

of him leaving her a voicemail

and asking for one more meeting

suggesting some more dates.

One more meeting about what?

She couldn't remember
specifically,

but obviously some aspect
of the will.

I wanna speak to John again.

On his own this time.

Let's pull 'em into a nick now.

These people need to understand
this is serious.

Great. Thanks for the call.

They accepted.

Oh! Er, shots?

Yes, please.

Okay.

Oh.

Excuse me, two more please.

And then two more.

It's funny, but here we are
in the shadow of death,

and I'm not sure I can ever
remember feeling more alive.

So, thank you.

Why weren't you my dad?

Why weren't you my daughter?

There you go.

To the future.

And the past.

Urgh, sorry.

Hello.

Mr Wright, this is DCI Morgan.

Where are you right now?

- Laura.
- Hi, Sally,

er, listen,

it's not good news, I'm afraid.

Until probate is granted,

all Jack's accounts
have to remain frozen.

I'm so sorry.

No, it's not your fault.

Thanks for calling.

M-hmm.

So, we know
your wife went to see

your then solicitor,
Edmund Donleavy,

on the 3rd of October this year.

Were you aware of this meeting?

- Yes.
- Okay.

Was this meeting instigated
by you?

- God, no.
- You didn't want Georgia to go?

No.

I mean, maybe. Not really.

But to have an opinion
on her going,

I'm assuming you knew
what was discussed?

Yes.

And what was that?

The contents of what
we suspected

was a new will my father
was writing.

Why did you suspect that?

I'd seen a photocopy
of what looked like a will

on his desk one day.

I'm guessing this was
the previous one.

It had various notes on it,
handwritten by my dad,

and there was lots of stuff
written next to my name.

Lots of crossings out,

lots of figures
and question marks.

And this...worried you?

I mean, I really didn't
have time to make much

sense of it before my father
came back into the office.

The mistake I made was
telling my wife that night.

Why was that a mistake?

Because despite me not
having had time

to properly see
what the changes were...

...she became rather
consumed with it all...

with, er, wanting to know.

So, Edmund Donleavy told us
he advised her

to speak to her father-in-law
and ask him

if he made any changes.

Right.

Do you know if she did?

Well, she says she did.

The next day at his club.

But to be honest with you,

these days I don't really
believe a word she says.

Oh, everyone always thought
John was so...nice.

Except they didn't know him,
did they?

I think John knew.

I mean, you only had to spend
five minutes with her,

and he'd spent twenty years,

do you know what I mean?

Oh, it made perfect sense.

When we found out who
Georgia really was, yeah,

it all made perfect sense.

Everywhere you look...

every single direction you see
another fucked up son,

daughter, or wife who you knew

were capable of anything.

Absolutely anything.

And then you looked
in the mirror.

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