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This is the best treatment
in the world.

And I want to pay for it
with my bequest.

It's just a bit weird how
my uncle and dad

are planning to sue me.

Did you kill your grandfather?

I wish you luck, baby.

I think you're gonna need it.

You lied to me, Arnaud.

I'm not doing this on the phone.

You told us you were at home

with your husband the night

that Jack was murdered.

What did you say to them?

Your father's estate manager

said he saw you
in the water tower

trying to unlock
the gun cupboard.

Bel, please.

If they do kill me, Mum,

it'll have been your fault.

You know, it's easy

to think that everything
that came out,

all the greed and the rage
and the jealousy

was caused by Jack's death.

But actually...

I think most of it
was there already.

And him dying just...
just gave us...

a chisel...

to work...

existing fault lines.

And the money was just...

yeah...

salt in the wound.

It'll be fine.
I'll be fine.

You're worrying unnecessarily.

What are you talking about?

You'll be questioned
in a court of law.

Of course you need to prepare.

It's just questions about
my statement.

Exactly.

You haven't even read
what I've written.

- Leave that.
- It's my brother.

Gray?

Is that John?

- Who's this please?
- John, it's Bella.

Gray's girlfriend.

Gray's been attacked.

- He's what?
- What's happened?

Is he OK?

He's actually not, John.

Erm, he's unconscious.

Where is he, Bella?

Are you with him?

Erm, I'm outside his flat

and they're taking him into

an ambulance now.

Where are they taking him?

- Where's he going, please?
- Royal London.

Erm, they're taking him to
the Royal London.

- OK. I'm on my way.
- What's happening?

Gray's been attacked.

I'm gonna drive up to town.

Can you text me your number,
Bella?

- I'm leaving now.
- Yes, er,

I'll do that.

How bad is he?

He doesn't look too brilliant.

I'll be as fast as I can.

I'm so sorry.

Don't tell anyone else
until I'm there.

And thank you.
- OK.

- How bad is he?
- Bad, I think.

Could he... die?

Would you like him to?

Of course not.

What an awful thing to say.

I'm sorry, my brother.

I'm here for you now.

I'm so sorry.

OK, John. Yep.

Yeah, thanks for the update.

Speak soon.

How is he?

So...

the scans of his vital organs
are good,

but they do need to do a scan
on his head now.

Just got a pile of intel back on
Arnaud Tissier's finances.

Yes?

So, the French equivalent

of Company's House
showed three years of losses

totalling nearly four million

at his holding company.

But here's the stinger.

These are the translated minutes

of a board meeting
from two months ago.

Donc?

Which basically detail
a proposed

share dilution next year
following a promised

three million sterling
investment in 2025...

by Sally Wright.

I lied because I thought
you might make assumptions.

What assumptions?

That I killed him.

And did you?

No.

- So, when did you last see him?
- Three days before he died.

- In London?
- In a bar near his office, yes.

And why specifically?

Because of what you told me.

Because of what you found
in his desk.

But to do what exactly?

Well, first of all, to find out
if your fear was justified.

Was it?

He wouldn't tell me what
prompted him to do it.

But yes,

in August, Jack had a DNA test
done of Josh.

And?

Jack was not Josh's father.

So, this is the third
message I've left

and still no reply.

Maybe you've forgotten,

we still own a business
together.

But also, I can't stop

thinking about those texts,
Emily.

So yeah, just call me AS--

So, you said first up to see if
my fears are justified.

- Why else did you meet him?
- I wanted to see

what he was thinking generally.

You mean you were scared
I might not be able to

honour my investment to you,

if he was planning on
divorcing me?

Maybe.

So, did he tell you he'd already
changed the will

when you met him?

Yes.

And did you try to persuade him
to change it back,

Arnaud, futureproof
my inheritance for you?

Well, whatever I did, it
obviously didn't work, did it?

Not in that visit, no.
So maybe you went back?

- No.
- Drove up to Marston

- on the 12th.
- No.

Maybe you got into
a fight with him.

I was in Paris the night
he died.

And you can prove that, can you?

I don't have to.

But from now on,

you say nothing
about me to anyone.

And just in case your appeal
turns to shit,

you might also want to start
thinking about

how else you can raise
what you promised me.

Three million.

- Hello?
-Oh, hello Mrs Wright.

This is Josh's house mistress.

Do you have five minutes
for a quick chat?

Are you in a
relationship with a man

named Reuben Maguire, Emily?

Why is that relevant?

A-Are you?

Sporadically, yes.

OK.

Where'd you meet Mr Maguire?

He worked in the post room
at JK Wright

when I was doing
work experience there.

We just clicked,

and have had an on off thing
over the years.

Mm.

Did your grandfather know him?

Maybe by sight.

But Mr Maguire never
talked to you

about a special relationship
he had with him?

- With my grandfather?
- Yeah.

No.

OK.

So...

why do you think Jack
might have travelled

right across London
from Kensington

to Deptford on the 1st of
August this year

to meet Reuben?

A man who, as you say, he...

probably only knew by sight.

I have no idea.

And then three days later

shredded his existing will,

hired a different solicitor,

and then started writing
a completely new will.

Again, no idea.

Sorry.

Maybe ask Reuben.

Yeah, when we find him
we will.

And we will find him.

Were you aware of this meeting?

You know I live in California, right?

Were you?

No.

Was the meeting to discuss
the will?

- Like I just said...
- And if it was,

what on earth do you think
was said

to prompt Jack to start making
such big changes?

You tell me.

I think Reuben must have had
leverage of some sort.

I think Reuben might have been
blackmailing him

about something.

And if he was,

I'm wondering if you have
any idea

what that blackmail threat
might have been.

I was 5,000 miles away.

Do you know where Reuben was...

the night Jack was shot?

- No.
- What, you've not asked him?

Why would I?

Well, because Jack
changed his will,

so that when he died
you'd be a very wealthy woman.

Now, I'm sure you would have

shared some of that wealth
with a man

you just clicked with,
wouldn't you?

So, maybe Reuben Maguire just...

got bored waiting.

No comment.

Oh, my God.

What the fuck?

Mr Maguire, this is the police.

Mr Maguire!

OK.

He smoked some weed in his dorm.

We agree this is not good.

But he is deep in grief,

and this is not the end of
the world.

And once again,
as I've... already said,

and as I'm sure
you're already aware,

the school has a zero-tolerance
policy on drugs.

So, we do have to exclude him...

Mrs Wright...

permanently.

So, let me just outline
my policy on this.

I'm gonna take Josh home today.

I'm gonna look for
and confiscate any weed

I find in his room.

And then I'm going to
impress upon him

the seriousness
of his transgression.

But then he will return
back here tomorrow morning.

- Mrs Wright...
- Shut the fuck up,

I am speaking!

Or...

I swear I will fucking
drown this school,

and you, personally,

in so much negative publicity
and litigation

that in six months' time

you will be begging me
just to be bankrupted.

So, that's my policy.

Have a think about things
and then maybe call me, yeah?

Josh.

Uncle John.

Hey.

- How is he?
- Still unconscious, I'm afraid.

Right.

Or maybe that's good news
for you.

- Good news?
- Well, just the way you spoke

to me the other day, Emily,

I'm starting to think I've been
a complete idiot,

and my wife was right.

About what?

That you've been playing us.

That maybe you'd prefer it
if your dad and I just...

- faded away.
- You think I'd be pleased

if my father died?

Sorry. No, that came out wrong.

This family.

- Everything feels so wrong, Mum.
- I know.

Dad and, and the will and, er,

walking in with you
and that bloke...

- He's a friend, it's just a f--
- ...everything feels fucked.

And there's a part of me,
a... a big part of me

that wishes we could just
let it all go.

Let all what go?

The money, the lifestyle,

the houses, all of it.

Like, I wish I could just go to
an ordinary school,

live in an ordinary house,
just be ordinary.

Easy to say from this side of
the tracks, Joshie,

trust me, because I've been
on the other side.

If you think this is hard,
let me...

No, and, and I know that, OK?

Look, I-I, of course I do.

I just think this fight is gonna

smash everything
to pieces anyway.

So, why don't we just cut
straight to the chase?

We're gonna be OK.

Promise.

I know I got things wrong.

Course I did.

Badly sometimes.

I'm sorry if I never
acknowledged that...

or the effect it had on you.

I should have.
I really should have.

I'm so, so sorry.

Mrs Wright?

Have you got five minutes, please?

Yeah, come in.

Just through here.

On your left.

And when was the last time
you saw

Mr Tissier?

A few weeks ago.

In the UK?

In Paris.

And remind us please,
exactly how much

you'd agreed to invest in
his company.

It was never a guaranteed
investment, it--

I-I'd simply indicated
my intention to do so.

How much, though?

Three million.

And given the contents
of the new will,

I assume you won't be able to
honour that commitment?

I really haven't done the sums.

I've had slightly more...

pressing matters on my mind.

Is it possible
Mr Tissier knew

the will had changed
before Jack died?

I have no idea.

But he was an old friend
of his, yes?

- Yes.
- In fact, it was your husband

that introduced you to Tissier
as a client.

- Yes.
-Who went on to become

good friends with you?

- Yes.
- So, did the pair of you

discuss the will at all,

Mr Tissier and you,
before Jack died?

No. I mean...

obviously I had no idea
the will had changed, so...

And have there been
any discussions

- about the will since he died?
- No.

And if we checked
your phone records,

we'd find no communications

between you and Mr Tissier

in the last few weeks?

Not that I can recall, no.

So, you're obviously aware
of his past,

that he is a...
convicted murderer?

Yes.

So, has there been anything

in his behaviour,

before or since
your husband's murder,

that has worried you?

Is there anything about
Mr Tissier, Mrs Wright, that...

you feel you should tell us?

No.

Bella, it's me.

He's starting to come round.

Emily, you really need to
call me

because I'm not just gonna
go away.

I'm not gonna be ignored.

So, call me
or you'll regret it.

Mum's been here a few times.

She's got chemo tomorrow,

but she'll come up
the day after.

And I've left a message
for Emily.

Are they cross with me?

Why would they be cross?

I've made them cross
my entire life.

No, they're not.
They were just very worried.

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry mate.

I should have helped you before.

I wouldn't have helped me.

Yeah well, that was then,
this is now.

How do I find this Eddie bloke?

Oh, no, no, no, man.

This-- This is, it's not
your problem.

- Just give me his number, Gray.
- John.

You can pay me back
when you're back on your feet.

Oh... I don't deserve this.

Yes you do.

And by the way,
when you're ready to leave,

you're coming to stay with me
till you're better.

You're very welcome
to stay yourself, Bella.

So, how bad is it?

Is that a joke?

Right.

Which is why I asked you

right from the start if there
was anything

- you hadn't told me.
- I'm sorry.

Because if this gets out,
any sane judge

would almost certainly
now conclude that

Jack's decision making
was perfectly sound.

- Alright.
- Ally that to your

- disaster of a prenup.
- Yes.

And the fact that it's now
way too late

to change tact because it'll
raise too many flags

with the defence.

So yeah... it's not great.

OK, I'm sorry, again,
but what do we do?

Just-- Just press on

and pray the defence
never gets wind of it.

I mean, how do you think
he found out?

I have no idea.
I don't remember telling anyone.

Someone knew...

which means others might,
which means...

I have to tell Josh.

What about Dais?

Is he her dad?

Yes.

I'm so sorry, Josh, again,

to have to give you such...
difficult news.

How long have you known?

I've always had a suspicion
just because of...

how it was between
your dad and me

- when we first...
- He's not my dad.

Not your biological dad.

But still very much a...

So, is that why he did it?

- Did what?
- Cut me off.

- No, your dad had dementia.
- Who is it then?

And we will prove that in court.

- Shit, is it Arnaud?
- No.

Who then?

Who is it?

Who's my dad?

Right.

You're slightly looking like
you don't know.

I think I know.

Sorry, am I meant to guess?

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

But I didn't want to say that.

I thought you'd be horrified.

What? That you'd fucked around

while you were married?

That's not really my main
takeaway right now, Mum.

That is not true. I just...

- Not even top 10 possibles?
- Josh, please.

I don't think you really thought
this conversation

through, Mother.

I meant to say,

maybe don't mention to George
that I paid off your man.

She's a bit odd about money.

No worries.

Did, er...

did Bella reply to you?

She sends you all the love
in the world.

But what with starting
a new job,

she said she didn't have time
to come down right now.

Oh.

Right.

Right, well, good for her
getting a new job.

Good for her.

All I'm saying is it's been
nearly two weeks now,

and he seems to have made
a good recovery.

He's my brother,
he'll stay as long

as he wants or needs to.

Fine.

But we really do need to go over

your written statement now.
What we've submitted.

It'll only take us
a couple of hours.

No, not right now.

Do not push me, John.

And do not push me.

There you go.

Ah, thanks, man. You're a gent.

So, you all set?

Getting there, but...

never been that good at
learning me lines.

Just speak from the heart.
You'll be fine.

That's what I reckoned, yeah.

And you?

I dunno, Gray.

The last few weeks,

the fighting,

nearly losing you,

makes you think about
what's really important.

And? What is?

Well, I know what's
not important.

Money we don't need.

And fighting my dead father

to prove to who
that he respected me...

seems like a complete
waste of time.

Ditto.

Apart from obviously
I do need the dough.

But yeah...

there's a part of me

that can't bear the thought

that he's still humiliating
me...

even when he's dead.

Well, I can certainly
understand that.

See, I never thought that was
ever an issue for you.

Gray...

he humiliated me my entire life.

At least you ploughed
your own furrow.

How much do you think
I wanted to

bake fucking bricks for
a living?

I've never heard you talk
like this.

I wanted to paint,

do a fine art degree.

Oh man, you should have.
You were good.

But he said it was stupid.

Not a man's job.

Why didn't you tell him
to stick it?

I did...

at first.

I had some balls back then.

But he just...

he wore me down.

Made me believe I'd be no good.

Never even applied in the end.

You should go back to it, now.

Not sure what Georgia
would say about that.

It doesn't matter...

what anyone else thinks.

If you want to do it,
you should fucking paint, bro.

-Emily.
- The fuck?

You really should have
returned my calls.

What are you doing here, Kyle?

Those messages...

I need to know what they meant.

You need to tell me
what they meant

before we can start to rebuild
our relationship.

I don't need to
tell you anything.

They were private,
they were mine

and you stole them.

And a man is dead.

I need to know what
they meant, Em,

even if it's just to try to
protect you.

You really flew
5,000 miles

just to tell me that?

OK, first up,
I don't need your protection.

This isn't 1952.

Second...

there is no rebuilding
our relationship.

You and me are done.

And third,
you're really fucking weird.

John?

John?

Have you seen your brother?

In the garage,
last time I looked.

You all ready for Friday, then?

As I'll ever be, love.

I'm not your love, Graham.

♪ Do what I want 'cause I can
and if I don't ♪

♪ Because I wanna ♪

♪ Be ignored by the stiff
and the bored ♪

♪ Because I'm gonna ♪

♪ Spit and retrieve
'cause I give and receive ♪

♪ Because I wanna ♪

Oh, my Christ.

What do you reckon?

Have you lost your fucking mind?

I slightly think I have.

It's rather wonderful, actually.

OK, John...

listen to me, please.

The trial starts in three days.

We really do need to
sit down now

and go over stuff.

Oh, yeah. Sorry.

I've decided I'm not doing it,
the trial.

They have my statement,
your statement.

- That's enough.
- What?

Tell them I'm ill, but that

I don't want to hold things up,

so, I'm fine with them just

relying on my written evidence.

John, you need to be there

to make our case properly.

Please.

We need this money.

We really don't, though, do we?

♪ Come on ♪

♪ Do believe I told you so ♪

OK, let's take it from
the top,

and this time try it
with a little bit

more oomph, off you go.

Representative historical
samples...

relatively obtained
to the effect...

that's good, right?

Er, why have you
never mentioned this before?

We're getting to the business
end now, aren't we?

And who else knows this?

Just me, I think.

And her of course.

She told me when she was
pissed one night.

I'm not even sure she remembers.

And if I can find
a corroboration of this,

you're happy for me to stand up
in court and use it?

I think you have to.

And I think I can help
with corroboration.

Hello, Reuben.

Where have you been
hiding, then?

Been looking all over for you.

Excuse me.

Hi, how can I help?

Erm...

I have some information about
the Jack Wright case.

How did you get these?

I forwarded them from her phone
a few weeks ago.

With her permission?

Not exactly.

But she knows you have them?

Yeah.

OK, so obviously we need to go
through these properly,

but these seem to suggest
that...

she and Mr Maguire colluded

in some sort of plot against
her grandfather.

That's how I read them, yeah.

And also...

perhaps even more troubling,

"If he gave me the whole
company,

it still wouldn't make up for
what he did to me that night."

What does that mean?

I want to talk to
the grandmother again.

Emily Wright used to
live with her sporadically

- when she was growing up.
- OK.

And let's just run every check
we can on Jack Wright,

because seriously, what the hell
did that message mean?

I know, and FYI,
apparently Reuben Maguire

has a watertight alibi.

So, you have no recollection of
sending these messages.

No comment.

Do you remember the meeting
detailed here?

No comment.

This is with Jack Wright,

your boss when you worked at
JK Wright,

on the 1st of August
at your local pub,

the Phoenix Rising in Deptford.

No comment.

OK, you told my colleague
after you were arrested

that on the night Mr Wright
was murdered,

you were at a friend's
house gaming

between about eight
in the evening and two

in the morning.

So, we spoke to your mate, erm,
Curtis Somerville?

- No comment.
- Well, I'm not sure

you paid him enough, Reuben,

'cause once we told him

that this was a murder
investigation,

he stopped being so sure
you were there all that time.

Or at all, in fact.

So, where were you really
that night?

No comment.

Is that blood?

-Kat?
- So, alongside the bag,

we've also found burnt
fragments of clothes

in a barbecue.

Wait, whose? Reuben's?

I'd guess. They appear to be
jeans and a t-shirt,

which is pretty unisex.

Look, we are...
we are definitely sure

that Emily was in California, right?

Well, I think we are.

- But...
- This case...

You wanna call her in again, boss?

Have you spoken to
the grandmother yet?

We have. Just trying to set up
an appointment.

Alright, well, let's speak to
her first.

See if we can stand up
Kyle's claims.

In the meantime, just double...
just triple check

Palo Alto, alright?

And Maguire?

Well, we have to RUI him
until we know more.

Sure.

I hate where this is heading.

Yeah, I know.

Night, boss.

Alright, monsters.
Pickle a story.

- All of them.
- All of them.

What do you do mean all of them?
No, you pick one

and then you get tickled.
- All of them.

- Pick.
- All of them.

Pick and tickle. Pick one.

Oh, double tickle,
double tickle, double tick--

John?

Oh, hi, erm... it's me.

Erm, I-I-I just wanted to say
that, erm...

I...I really... erm...

I really miss you,

and, er...

...I'd love to see you.

And...

I wonder if you can
ever forgive me.

Oh.

You want to know if I thought
my ex-husband

was a child abuser?

And I understand that
it's a difficult question.

Well, of course I didn't!

My God.

And unless I heard it directly
from Emily's lips,

I wouldn't ever...
I'm sorry to lose my temper,

but this... Kyle has for whatever
reason got it very wrong.

So, she's never made
any reference

to something like this to you?

Absolutely not.

Not the slightest hint.
I mean...

Jack was-- he was a very
flawed man, no doubt.

He cheated on me from day one
of our marriage.

But he wasn't like that.

That was just not who he was.

Oh, erm, you're here.
I-I called you.

Did you? Sorry. Didn't hear.

Er, wh-- Er, why are you
packing a suitcase?

I'm gonna stay with Gray
for a few days.

Why?

Keep an eye on him. But also...

That's what we were doing here.
So...

If you just let me finish...

But also I think we need
a break.

I think I need a break.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

You don't need a break.

You just need to... man up a bit.

I'll call you tomorrow.

John, please...

don't.

Please...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Good luck with the trial.

Hello, lovey.

All rise in the case of
Wright versus Wright.

No one really knows
what's going on in here.

No one really knows.

None of us have any idea

of other people's internal
monologues.

Thank God.

I mean, can you imagine?

So, yeah.

People were shocked.

People were stunned.

I mean, what even is sanity?

Am I sane? Are you?

Is anyone?

Sometimes I think you'd have to
be slightly mad to be sane.

I defy anyone to withstand

that sort of pressure.

It was intolerable.

I defy anyone not to have
snapped.

♪ On the street,
I'm a king-size killer ♪

♪ I can make your kingdom come ♪

♪ On my feet,
I'm an earthquake shaking ♪

♪ So open up my little one ♪

♪ Hey, what are you
looking at? ♪

♪ Who the hell
do you think I am? ♪

♪ And what are you looking at? ♪

♪ Like you never seen
a broken man ♪