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I've
Googled the guy,

and he's worth north of a
hundred million.

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.

I'm his first born.

He'll still have
looked after me.

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.

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.

To fight like hell.

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.

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.

You remember hard, don't you?

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.

Gotta go...

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.

And what about Dais?

Daisy, he did leave
something, yes.

Ten million...

held in trust until you're 30.

The fuck?

Oh, my God.

- 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.

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.

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?

I need to head back to London.

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.

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.

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.

I'm half an
hour away, Joshie.

- 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?

- 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.

Struggling
to process what?

Whether you come back to
continue growing our company,

or stay there to
make fucking bricks?

- 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.

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.

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.

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?

Hi, Deptford, please,
Shinwell Lane.

Sure, jump in.

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.

I will
see you in court...

Mother.

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.

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.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, what happened?

I called you so many times.

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.

Oh, my God.

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

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.

Trust me.

It'll all be absolutely fine.

♪ Please, when I
go out with you ♪

♪ Don't put me on display ♪

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,

I'm thinking we might
need a second autopsy.

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

We buried him...

last week.

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.

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.

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.

- Sure?
- 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.

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.

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.

Bye, Annie.

Bye, Em.

Hi, it's me.

Er, who's our lead at KKG?

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.

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.
- 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?

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?

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."

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.

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...

Did you ever see
the old will, Jono?

No, mate, I didn't.

Sorry.

Give us a call, mate.

To be honest,
before the will reading,

it was out of your
reach, financially.

Then when Jack left you what
he did, I mean,

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?

Course I will.

Whatever you need.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Is that Emily?

It is.

Er, Emily it's, er, Bobby,

your nan's friend.

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?

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

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

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

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

Come here.

Foot down,
please, boss man.

I will fucking kill you.

Bobby, what?

I'm a bit busy right now, mate.

You are fucking dead!

Please send her all my love.

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

I will.

Do Graham and John know?

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

Yeah, it's like
fucking serious or something.

I'm so sorry, Gray.

I love your mum.

She's such a sweetheart.

So, I'll just
get that down me neck

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

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.

Just to show
good faith, mate.

Ten grand.

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'...

Oh, fucking hell.

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

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.

So, do you
think I need an alibi?

Why would you?

They don't even know you exist.

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.

- See you later.
- Yeah.

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...

we'd be looking at exhumation.

So, I need to ask...

how you'd feel about that?

I think I'd feel fine.

You think?

I would. Definitely.

We need to dig him up.

I mean, what sort of
a woman does that?

Tries to dig up her own husband?

What does that say about her?

Personally, I think
everyone overreacted.

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

Do you
know what I mean?

Sorry, what was the question?

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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