All language subtitles for I Jack Wright s01e04 Juggling SnakesR.eng

This is Arnaud Tissier, and
he got into a bar brawl,

which ended with him doing a
thirteen stretch for murder.

Same time tomorrow?

How's she doing,
the lovely Cheryl?

Are you gonna lend
me the money or not?

No.

Gray: Nice motor
your friend's got.

You might want to check out

his granddaughter's boyfriend

because I saw his car
near Wright's house,

the night he died.

Surprise. Are we over?

Your husband's brain did indeed

show early signs of dementia.

So, where were you
actually? The day he died?

- [ Gunshot ]
- These days, I don't really

believe a word she says.

[ Prison doors clang ]

[ Loud chatter ]

Sally: Yes, I have a
capacity for violence.

[ Door clangs ]

Why else am I here?

But I also think
most people would be

surprised at what they're
capable of, especially...

when they're trying
to protect the thing

that they love
most in the world.

And that's not money...

by the way.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Singing in native language ]

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[ Siren wailing in distance ]

What am I missing? The
autopsy found dementia, no?

It did, but our expert is
saying it wasn't advanced enough

to have affected his capacity.

Well, our expert didn't bloody

live with him though, did she?

She didn't literally
see him change.

Which is all very subjective

and vulnerable to
challenge in court.

[ Sighs ]

What is it exactly
that you want, Max?

I want you to consider plan B.

I want you to consider

allying yourself to John
and Graham's case...

No. I'm then reliant
on a judge deciding

how much he awards
me, how much Josh,

how much John and
Gray, it's a minefield.

My way we just go back
to the previous version.

If you win.

That's kind of your part of this

very expensive bargain.

I've also now had a
look at your prenup.

I mean, did you even have a
lawyer advise you on that?

It's a car crash.

[ Car whooshing ]

I want to give it to Cheryl.

Bobby: Sorry, what?

The girl who sits
next to me at chemo.

Oh. Give what to her?

I want you to do what
you suggested for me.

Find her the best new
treatment in the world,

but for a recurrent
grade two glioma.

And I want to pay for it
for her with my bequest.

Oh, no, Rose, you're
gonna need the money

for your treatment. You
need to think about...

I'm old Bobby. I-I feel old...

and I've no desire
to keep fighting

for the next five years.

Probably feeling terrible
most of the time.

Is this about Graham,
wha-what he took?

It's about giving hope to
someone who deserves it.

A beautiful young woman
who makes me smile,

and who deserves a
chance for a future.

Oh, I get that, Rose.

I do. And that's lovely.

But, well, the will's
being challenged now

so, that money's not coming
through for many months.

Maybe longer. Maybe not
even at all if they win,

and have your bequest lowered.

I've been thinking about that

and I'm gonna call my bank.

Georgia: Oh, you're
pathetic. Like a child.

No. You're like a child.

Like a lovesick teenager,
but... pot-bellied.

She's my niece.

She's playing you.

Who just saved the company
nearly two million.

To get you to withdraw
your challenge.

- She respects me.
- Oh.

She sees the potential in me,

unlike my father, unlike you.

You know what, if it'd been
me drawing up the will,

I'd have done exactly
the same as him.

[ Georgia sighs ]

It wasn't my fault, George.

[ Melancholic music plays ]

I mean, it wasn't yours either,

but it wasn't me who was...

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I wanted kids even
more than you did.

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That's just you in a
nutshell, isn't it?

Thinking I'm defined by that.

Pathetic.

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[ Door slams ]

[ Siren wailing ]

Hector: Oh, put in an
application for triangulation

for Georgia Wright, her
husband, and Graham.

Yeah. Could also do Reuben
Maguire while I'm at it.

Yeah, why not?

I'm gonna try and talk
to him today as well.

- What else?
- [ Biscuit crunches ]

Chase Laura Johnstone for
the Sally/Jack prenup.

You gonna eat all those?

Literally, yeah. Oh...

and, er, look into Arnaud
Tissier's financial history.

Yeah, on that already.

And the man Jack Wright was
meeting at the RAC club,

Sam's speaking
with him tomorrow.

You are brilliant
and I love you.

Boop.

Sam? Sam?

With me, please.

[ Door clangs open ]

[ Children shouting ]

[ Taxi brakes squeak ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Door slams closed ]

[ keys jangle ]

[ Zip closes ]

[ Keys rattle on table ]

What you doing?

I love the fact that
you're surprised.

Belle, I-I put
the money back in.

I transferred it
about an hour ago.

So, that's not really
the point, Gray, is it?

Isn't it?

No.

What is... What
is the point then?

The point is that you did
it in the first place.

That you'd obviously spied
on me to get my passwords,

thinking at some point you might
want to steal money from me.

I don't think that's a
massively healthy basis

for a relationship.

Although...

...neither is only
staying with someone

'cos you want some of
their dead dad's money.

No, you're right.

It isn't.

So...

We... We've both
behaved like bell-ends.

Makes us kind of
even, doesn't it?

Not really, no.

Because I have been
bailing you out

financially...

and emotionally...

for years, Gray.

So, maybe I felt I was owed.

You are owed and...

and I am going to pay you
back everything that...

No, stop, stop.

I think...

I know...

in your heart...

you can be a good,

kind, loving man.

But you need a lot
of help, sweetheart,

to move on from your dad.

To start taking responsibility
for your own life.

[ Cries ]

I love you.

And I'm sorry.

Bel, please.

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

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[ Cellphone buzzes ]

- Yeah?
- Eddie: Time's up, mate.

Eddie, fuck off.

[ Train hooting, clattering ]

Hector: Hey.

Hi.

DCI Hector Morgan.

I'm looking for Reuben
Maguire, please.

Ah, he's... he's not
here, I'm afraid.

Oh, any idea when he's back?

No.

This afternoon?
Tomorrow? Next year?

[ Chuckles ] Before
next year, definitely.

Er, you work here most days?

Yeah.

Did you ever see
this guy in here?

No.

Alright, well, when
Reuben does show,

can you ask him to
give me a call please?

Sure.

[ Card falls on ground ]

Ru, it's Aron.

The feds just showed asking
about Emily's granddad.

So, we know Reuben Maguire and
Emily are some kind of item.

Sam: For sure, and
between Maguire and Jack,

there was obviously
some sort of connection.

Okay, alright, thanks,
Sam. Speak later.

- Oh, hi.
- Hi.

- You're not Reuben.
- No, sorry.

Oh, sorry. I'm actually
looking for Emily Wright.

- And you are?
- DCI Hector Morgan.

I'm investigating her
grandfather's death.

And you are?

Er, I'm her fianc�.

And, no, she's not
here right now.

Oh, OK. Any idea where
I could find her?

She might be at the
JK Wright office?

Mm, okay, thank you.

Who's Reuben?

Can you ask her to
call me back, please?

ASAP.

Thank you.

[ Noisy background music ]

[ Indistinct chatter ]

[ Music volume increases ]

Come here!

I want my money.

Where's my money,
Wright, you prick?!

I want my fucking money!

Wright, I will fucking kill you!

So, when was the last
time you saw Jack?

I don't know.

Last year sometime.

Right, so, you didn't speak
to him after you and I talked?

When did we talk?

When I told you what I found
in his desk at Marston.

Oh, that... No.

I hope you don't mind me asking.

Not at all.

And ditto, I hope you don't mind
me asking about your investment.

So, there are some
issues with the will,

but my legal team are
a hundred percent sure

they can resolve it in court.

I just...

I need you to be
a little patient.

Of course.

Just keep me informed.

Absolutely.

Well, I should head.

Thanks for coming
over. I appreciate it.

No problem.

[ Speaking in native language ]

Josh: Who the fuck are you?

Kat: So, Arnaud
Tissier was a mobster?

French Officer: I mean,
this was when he was a kid,

but yes, he worked
for the Genova gang.

And when he came out of prison?

Well, we certainly never
arrested him again.

So, he either did go
straight as he claims,

or he just got smarter.

I know which one my money's on.

[ Birds chirping ]

So...

500K?

Yes.

And the house is worth?

600.

And until you
receive your bequest,

you'd repay the loan with...?

I have �29,000 in premium
bonds which I intend to cash.

OK.

And when would you
need the loan by, Rose?

All I'm saying, Rose, is
if your bequest is reduced,

then you might not even
be able to repay the loan.

It won't be reduced.

Which could leave you homeless.

John wouldn't allow
it to be reduced.

Come on Bobby, trust me.

I think you're determined to
do it this way, aren't you?

I think I am.

Then can I ask you
one last question?

Of course.

I'd get down on one knee, but
I'm not sure I could get up.

Oh, sod it.

Will you marry me?

[ Laughs ]

I can't think of anything
I'd like more, Bobby Botham.

Yes, yes, a thousand times yes.

Oh, he looked a bit
more than just a friend.

And I will ask you again,
why aren't you at school?

You said I could come
back any time I felt shit.

I felt shit, and
even shitter now.

So, thanks for that.

About?

Oh, you know, dead dad,

a mum who might have killed
him according to TikTok,

who's now shagging
some frog bloke.

- Josh!
- I mean, could you and dad

get any more tragic?

The nut job and the trophy wife.

It's classy.

Wha...

What an absolutely
foul thing to say.

I loved your father
very much, as he did me.

And not that I
need to explain it,

but just to clarify,

Arnaud was a business
associate of your father's.

They were very good friends.

He also happens to be gay.

Now, go to your room please.

I really don't want
to have to even

look at you right now.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

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OK. So, all I need
you to say is that

I was at yours playing
Xbox from about eight

until at least two
in the morning.

On the 12th?

On the 12th.

My G.

Kyle: So, when will
it all kick off?

Maybe a couple of months?

And your dad and your uncle
are fine about it all?

About effectively suing you?

I don't think
either of them feel

particularly brilliant about it,

but it is what it is.

So, did you call that cop back?

- Not yet.
- Why?

Sorry, Dad.

And why would you think
someone named Reuben

might be in your room?

Gray: Emily.

- Jesus.
- Can we speak please?

What are you doing here?

Alright mate, I'm Em's dad...

Maybe let's save intros
for another time.

- What do you want?
- I need to pull a 50K, baby,

- please, fast.
- Oh, Jesus.

I've already said no, Dad.

- Have ya?
- Yes, at our lunch,

for fuck's sake.

I-I think they're gonna
kill me this time.

They're always gonna kill you.

No, but this time I th...
I think they really are.

I know it was you
who rang the police

and told them about Reuben.

Most certainly was not.

Oh, just leave me alone,

you pathetic excuse
for a father.

Em...

Emily: Christ.

I hope they do
beat you to a pulp.

It's not about whether
I can afford it, Kyle.

It's about whether
bailing out my addict dad

for the sixth time
in as many years

is really a role a
daughter should perform.

Sorry. I just...

Oh, please drop it.

I know you mean
well, but seriously,

you don't understand this.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

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[ Door closes ]

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What the fuck are you doing?

Did you kill your grandfather?

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

Triangulation on Graham
Wright and Georgia Wright

and, er, an interesting
result from the DVLA

about Georgia Wright.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

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[ Line ringing ]

Georgia: Sorry, I can't
take your call right now.

Please leave a message.

Oh hi, message for
Georgia Wright.

This is DC Kat Jones.

I know you forwarded some
of them to your phone, Kyle,

- so, please delete them.
- Why?

Because they're
private messages.

If you did nothing wrong,
what's to worry about?

This is insane.

Of course I didn't have
my grandfather killed.

But you are fucking
a car mechanic, so...

- Kyle.
- You know, win some, lose some.

I know you had to deal
with some shit, Em.

And I know what that
did to you, but...

but I-I really thought
that I could help you heal.

- You have.
- I thought I could

help you believe

that you were lovable

by showing you just
how much I loved you.

And still do, in fact.

[ Sighs ] I love you.

It obviously wasn't
enough, was it?

And I'm sorry about that.

And, er, I wish you luck, baby.

Kyle, you're being ridiculous.

I think you're gonna need it.

[ Door opens ]

Fuck.

[ Door closes ]

And the lunch meeting
with Jack lasted...?

A couple of hours.

And then when it finished?

Er, we walked out together,

me to go back to my office,

he was waiting for his
car to drive round.

OK.

We were chatting and
saying our goodbyes

when she appeared
out of nowhere.

This was his daughter-in-law?

Yes, this was Georgia Wright.

So, on the 4th of
October, Georgia,

which is about five
weeks before Jack died,

did you approach
your father-in-law

outside the RAC club in London?

Erm, no comment.

Well, we've spoken to
the man he was meeting,

Oliver Cranston?

And he has identified
you as the same woman

who actually accosted
Jack on the pavement

- outside the club.
- I did not accost him.

Right, but you were there?

Erm...

I was passing, I'd been
to lunch with a friend.

It was a coincidence.

OK. And according
to Mr Cranston,

you then immediately tried
to engage your father-in-law

in a discussion about his will.

Well, I mentioned
it very briefly.

Jack's guest said you
spoke of nothing else.

- [ Scoffs ]
- And that you seemed

extremely agitated.

And Jack, who understandably
felt no obligation

to discuss such matters
in public with you,

er, tried to walk away,
but you pursued him.

Is that your recollection?

[ Exhales ]

No comment.

Mr Cranston added
that at one point,

"she violently jabbed her
finger into Jack's chest."

Do you remember that?

- No comment.
- And that in the end,

Cranston sensed, just
to get away from you,

Jack shouted
everything was fine,

and intimated that no
changes were being made.

Is that how you
recall the events?

No comment.

I know you spoke to
my colleague before.

- I did.
- There's just one small thing

that I wanted to
follow up on myself.

Sure.

You told her you
thought Graham Wright

was estranged from his father?

- I did.
- And that he hadn't been here

at Marston for,
well, many years.

That's right.

Is that still your recollection?

Yes.

Can I check your
normal working hours

are Monday to Friday?

- Yes.
- From when till when?

Eight till four.

OK.

So, this is a striking piece.

Is it?

It certainly caught
my colleague's eye

last time she was here.

In fact, she ended
up Googling it.

It turns out it was
actually an album cover

from 1994

by a then young artist
named Gray Wright.

Signed, I see, by him...

to you...

with lots of love.

Graham Wright's phone
triangulation records tell us

he was here just five
days before his dad died,

for nearly the whole day.

Now, I understand why
you might not have wanted

to have mentioned
that before, Mary,

why you might have certain...

loyalties. But...

obstructing a murder
investigation's

a really serious offence.

So, I'm just gonna
ask you again...

when was the last time you
saw Jack and Graham together?

Quick chat about what, Officer?

Morgan: And it will be an
interview under caution.

So, you might want to
consider legal representation.

But why? I... That's not
fair, I haven't done anything.

I haven't... I haven't
done anything wrong.

Oh, I'm sure. But,
we can discuss

all that tomorrow
at nine o'clock.

Katie: We've spoken to a witness

who was also at
the will reading,

who said you were
absolutely incandescent

about how your
husband was treated

by his father in the will.

Would that be a fair assessment?

[ Scoffs ]

No comment.

In the months before
he died, how would you

characterise your feelings

towards your
father-in-law, Georgia?

No comment.

And lastly, can I ask

why you have a speeding ticket

issued at 21:07 hours

on the 12th of
November this year

for an offence on the
eastbound lane of the B1435

just three miles away
from Marston Hall?

And just to remind you,
the 12th was the night

that Jack was murdered.

And a night that you told us
you were at home in Surrey

with your husband.

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[ Inaudible whispering ]

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No comment.

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[ Cellphone ringing ]

- George?
- What the fuck did you do?

- What did I...?
- What did you say to them?

The police?

Nothing, Em. I swear, er...

Oh, be careful, John.

Be very, very careful.

[ Breathing heavily ]

Morgan: What does
her phone data say?

On that day her phone was
off since she left home.

OK. Annoying.

She's obviously lying
about being with

her husband, so she's
covering something up.

Well, root out the
speeding ticket,

- see what we can find.
- Yeah.

Woman: So, why don't we
start, Graham, with you,

and it might be useful if
I could get a rough sense,

perhaps, of what you think
your initial written statement

to the court might contain.

Well...

my written statement

to the court might contain...

details...

of how much of a
cunt me dad was.

It'd be about how
he never hugged me,

or told me he loved me,

or showed me a shred
of affection...

ever.

About how he spent
his life belittling me

and anything I achieved,

because he was never interested
in anyone but himself.

And like all narcissists,

he had a gnawing...

void in his soul

that he filled with...

houses and...

wives and money instead of love.

And so, how he fucking owes me.

I mean, the statement
is traditionally

more of an
opportunity to outline

financial circumstances,

but that is also...

powerful.

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Annie.

Sally, hello.

Sorry to just drop in like this.

No problem at all.

How are you?

Oh, surviving.

How are you, more importantly?

Yeah, not brilliant.
[ Chuckles ]

I'm sure.

It all still feels so
shocking, doesn't it?

Wow. I've not been
in since, erm...

It feels very odd. [ Laughs ]

I can imagine.

[ Whispers ] Yeah.

Can I get you a tea
or a coffee or...?

No, no. I just, erm, I... I know
the police took his desktop,

but I can't find his
laptop anywhere at home

or at Marston and there are
a bunch of photos on it.

Did he... leave it
here by any chance?

I didn't see it or I
would've handed it over.

Right.

Do you mind if I, erm...?

Go for it.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

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[ Drawer closes ]

Never knew he kept that there.

Oh, well, you know Jack.

Always had to have something
to hide, didn't he?

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Look after yourself, Annie.

[ High tempo music plays ]

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[ Clears throat ]

Morgan: So, when we first
spoke regarding when

you'd last seen your father,

you told my colleague,

"Not for at least five years."

Yeah.

Morgan: You still
stand by that?

- Yeah.
- OK.

'Cause we have
triangulation data

from your phone that places you

within a few hundred
yards of Marston Hall,

between the hours of 12 and 7
p.m. on the 7th of November.

That's just five days
before your father died.

Yeah well, within a
few hundred yards.

It doesn't mean I
actually saw him, does it?

[ Scoffs ] That's as accurate
as phone mast data gets.

Not my problem.

Indeed.

What is your problem, though,

is that we also have
a witness who says

they saw you with
your father that day

in the dining room
at Marston Hall

having lunch with him.

So, just to clarify,

you did, in fact, have
lunch with your father

at his house on the
7th of November?

[ Exhales ]

Yes.

We had lunch, but that is all.

We had a bit of a natter

and then he had to go to London

for a meeting.

I stuck around for a bit,

'cos I'd had a few
cold drinks by then.

Er, I left about seven.

Why'd you lie?

Well...

I-I just didn't want you
jumping to the wrong conclusion

that I'd gone up there to
ask for money, and I hadn't.

Why did you go up there?

To see him.

It's not a sin, is it?

To break bread.

Build bridges.

It had been too long.

Morgan: So, it went well?

Yeah, it went great. Yeah.

We had a nice chat,

talked through some shit, and,

yeah, it was... hunky-dory.

So, our witness says that

actually you got very
drunk very quickly

and you shouted at
him incessantly.

You made various physical
threats against him,

and you refused to leave.

Which is why in the end

he left his own home

and drove to London.

[ Sighs deeply ]

I'll tell you what, why
don't you tell me what I did?

Make it a fuck of a
sight easier for us all.

[ Knock on door ]

- Hi, er, Emily Wright?
- Yeah. Thank you.

Thanks.

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Emily: Fuck.

Morgan: So, what
did you row about?

Fine.

[ Sighs ]

Money.

You asked for some?

- Yeah.
- He refused.

- Yeah.
- And did it get violent?

- Yeah, it did.
- Hmm.

You hit him?

He hit me.

Quite a few times, as it goes.

He slapped me round the head
like he'd done when I was a kid.

You didn't assault him at all?

Fuck off. I wouldn't dare.

[ Scoffs ]

And after he left?

Like I said, I had a
bit of a kip and, er...

drove back to London.

You didn't go into any
other rooms in the house?

Did I?

Your father's estate
manager said he saw you

in the water tower trying
to unlock the gun cupboard.

Did I unlock it?

No, he stopped you.

Well, I must have just...

wanted to go after
rabbits like we used to.

Look, what can I say?

But I feel like,

in me gut,

that lunch...

was the very last
time I saw him.

Just after he'd hit me.

[ Cheryl sniffles ]

I don't know what to say, Rose.

Well, a, a yes would
make us both very happy.

But why wouldn't you
spend it on yourself?

I mean, there must be
some similar treatment

for you somewhere.

Well, I've had my go, Frances.

It's time...

time now to make good,

to pay it forward.

[ Sniffles ]

Is it real, Rose?

Can it really save me?

Well, nothing's certain, Cher.

We both know that...

better than most.

But from what Bobby and
I have been reading,

this is the best
treatment in the world.

So, yes, it genuinely could.

[ Cries ]

Mum?

Yes?

Yes.

[ Sniffling ]

Yes?

- Yes.
- Yes.

- Yes.
- Yes. Yes.

Frances: Thank you. Thank you.

Gray: So anyway,

long-winded message, but,

yeah, basically

I just wanted to say,

if they do kill me, Mum,

it'll have been your fault.

Night, night.

[ PJ Harvey's "This
Mess We're In" plays ]

? The mess we're in and oh ?

? The city sun sets over me ?

- ? Oh ?
- ? The city sun sets over me ?

[ Cellphone vibrating ]

Emily Wright, there you are.

Thanks for finally
calling me back.

Emily: Nine o'clock
tomorrow then.

OK, bye now.

Oh, God.

[ Keyboard clacking ]

- John: Hey.
- Oh, hey.

Final contracts got signed
on Speckmans this morning.

Wondered if you fancied
celebrating later?

Er, another time maybe.

I'm not sure there'll be
another 14 mil acquisition

for a while.

Not while I'm in charge, anyway.

Yeah, well. Exactly.

- Em?
- [ Keys jangle ]

Emily?

Emily?

Emily.

What?

- What's the matter?
- Nothing.

Did I do something to upset you?

- No.
- What is it?

Oh, come on.

"Not while I'm in
charge, anyway."

You're gonna be in charge.

You're going to
overturn the will,

and this time next year

you will still be
running this company.

- We don't know that.
- And that's fine.

That's probably
how it should be.

It's just a bit
weird, that's all.

Getting a massive
bundle of legal papers

detailing exactly
how my uncle and dad

are planning to sue me.
- And I completely get that.

I just...

I thought we'd
discussed all this

and you were okay with it.

Yeah, well... turns out I'm not.

Turns out things have changed.

- What things?
- It doesn't matter.

It does matter. It
matters very much.

Listen, I'm not
coming back here.

So... I guess I'll
see you in court.

John: Emily.

Please.

Morgan: Yeah, but my
gut says Graham Wright

doesn't have it
in him, violence.

Katie: Maybe not
when he's sober, no.

We'll make an application
for his bank statements.

Maybe that'll help us
place him on the 12th.

And then...

the granddaughter.

Reuben: I just did what
I thought we agreed, Em,

but it kind of feels
like you're, erm...

I don't know, like you're...

angry with me.

I'm not angry with you.

[ Sighs ] I'm angry with me.

For what?

For starting everything,

for not stopping it.

[ Melancholic music plays ]

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'Cause the only thing
I'm sure of is that

it hasn't made me
feel any better

about what happened.

In fact, it's made me
feel much, much worse.

Can we at least do this inside?

It'd be my pleasure, mate.

Fucking freezing out here.

[ Keys jangle ]

[ Beep, gate clanks open ]

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[ Keyboard clacking ]

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ARNAUD: Hello?

I'm on Jack's laptop and
looking at his messages

in a conversation
between you and him

four days before he died.

You lied to me, Arnaud.

You said you hadn't seen
him since last fucking year.

So, why would you
need to lie to me?

I'm not doing this on the phone.

When are you free to meet?

Sally: I often wonder how
it would all have turned out

if I hadn't found Jack's laptop.

I mean, I didn't even work out

why he hid it until
a few weeks ago.

One thing I do know,

looking at it was the
worst mistake I ever made.

Every time I thought
we were pulling focus

onto one suspect,

another lead would take
us down another path.

It was...

like trying to juggle snakes.

John: Welcome to my world.

[ Laughing manically ]

[Joy Division's "Love Will
Tear Us Apart" plays ]

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? Love ?

? Love will tear
us apart again ?

? Love ?

? Love will tear
us apart again ?

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