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I really miss you.

I think we need a break.

I think I need a break.

They were private.
And a man is dead.

You and me are done.

I have some information about the Jack Ray
case.

You want to know if my ex-husband was a
child abuser?

Hello, Rupert. So where were
you really that night? Elkhorn.

So when did you last see him?

Three days before night.

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

Who's my dad?
How do you think he found out?

I have no idea.

I don't remember telling anyone.

Someone.
You?

You know what?
I actually wasn't nervous.

Maybe I thought I had nothing more to
lose.

I mean, obviously I was wrong there.

But yeah, moral of the story.

Trust no one.

How much do any of us understand why we do
the things we do why did we love this

person lie to that friend why did we
betray this partner our interior lives are

almost impossibly complex and
And at best, our understanding

of our actions is ephemeral,
fragmentary and subjective.

And if it's hard for us
to understand ourselves,

it's doubly hard for
others to understand us.

But hardest of all, to understand the
thoughts of a dead man.

The thoughts of Jack Wright.

A husband and father has a legal
obligation in his will to make due

provision for both his wife and dependent
children.

So let's not get sidetracked by ethics and
morals.

The more simple truth is that Jack Wright
failed to fulfil his legal duty.

Graham, his firstborn child, a devoted
son, who sought his father's love and

respect all of his life, even in the face
of repeated rejection.

We can't question him.

We can't challenge him.

We can't tell him things we hope will
change the way he feels.

And again, that's hard.

To never be able to understand why he made
the choices he did.

But that does not mean the choices he made
were wrong.

25 years of service John Wright gave his
father.

On trust, with love and from a place of
huge respect.

Only to be repaid with contempt.

With mockery.

With financial disadvantage.

And that is simply unfair.

Every decision he made was the product of
a careful, considered and rational process.

Our opinion on that cannot change simply
because we don't like what he thought,

what he wrote.

And in the end, who he was.

So the evidence found at Maguire's house
has all been examined.

We've not enough to charge him with yet.

So he's R.U.I'd for now.

But alongside the messages between him and
Emily, we do have to ask why he would have

tried to create a false alibi for the
night of the murder.

Meanwhile, this guy doesn't seem at all
keen on answering our telephone calls.

So we still have absolutely no idea where
he was on the 12th.

So, liaise with Europol.

Now I want a search done on his Paris
office.

Graham Wright was still waiting on these
bank statements?

Yes, but I also put a flag on PNC and got
a ping back immediately.

For?

So he was admitted to
the Royal London a month

ago after he was violently
assaulted in his flat.

Wow, OK.

The uniformed officer spoke to his brother
at the hospital who indicated that the

assault was related
to a debt now paid and

that they didn't want
to take things further.

OK, we'll just chase these bank
statements, all right?

He's clearly in all sorts of financial
difficulties.

And then Georgia Wright just got the
speeding ticket photo back from records

which reveals there was someone sitting
next to her as her car drove at speed near

Marston Hall about 20
minutes before we know

that final call between
Sally and Jack ended.

That person is Mary Robbins, Jack Wright's
housekeeper.

I founded it four years ago.

And as of today, how much is it valued at?

We had an offer of investment just a few
weeks ago that valued it at $4 million.

You're 24?

25 in a month.

I've never made a secret of it.

I've suffered from addiction problems my
whole life.

And when did these start?

Oh, I remember the actual day.

How old were you?
13.

And this was where?

It was at my dad's.

It was just after my parents had separated
and I was with him for the weekend.

Except he was in his bedroom with his new
girlfriend.

And so I was having no idea.

I was having dinner with the groundsman
and Ray, his son.

And it was Ray who offered me a joint
later that night.

And you said you remember the day
specifically.

Why?

Oh, because it was Christmas Day.

And I know you normally speak to my wife,
but...

Yeah, we're thinking about a few...

life changes.

So... I just wanted a bit of a snapshot
valuation of our portfolio, please.

How long were you married, Mrs. Wright?

17 years.

And those were 17 happy years?

Very.

And how did you celebrate that last
anniversary?

We didn't.

You didn't celebrate at all?

No.

Why was that?

Because he forgot.

He forgot?

And of course, in normal circumstances,
I might have mentioned it or reminded him,

but we'd always play this kind of game
over the years, where he'd pretend to have

forgotten, and then at some point during
the day itself, he'd surprise me with some.

..

Amazing celebration.

Such as?

Oh, for our 14th, he flew me to Mustique
for a week.

For our 10th, we had a holiday.

We had 100 guests at the Savoy.

For our 8th, Duran Duran played in our
house.

But this year...

This year, nothing.

And as we approached midnight,
I realised that it wasn't the game.

This time, he'd genuinely forgotten.

He had no recollection of it at all.

On that particular day, his mind had gone.

And this from a man
who we now sadly know

from the autopsy, had
early signs of dementia.

How many people do you employ,
Miss Wright?

Well, we're in the process of expanding
after this next funding round.

But right now?

In full-time employment?

Seven.

Do you know how many people are currently
on the J.K.

Wright payroll?

I don't have that figure in front of me.

Oh, it's, um...

It's 368.

I think.

As of last Friday.

Right.

Are you familiar with the term,
nepo-baby?

Yes.

Then could you tell the court,
please, what qualities you think you

possess that would qualify
you to run a company

with a market cap more
than 30 times yours?

Aside from your 12 months in the post
room, of course.

I'm sorry, I'm confused.

This says £7,426.

Yes.

But between us, we should have about £4
million.

About two in mine and the same in hers.

And as I say, I can't tell you what's in
your wife's.

I can only give you your figure.

Which is what's left after all your
withdrawals.

What withdrawals?

The multiple withdrawals you've made over
the last five years, Mr. Wright.

I haven't made any withdrawals.

Mr. Wright, has it ever occurred to you
that your father's will was, in many ways,

an act of kindness?

A painful act, but of the toughest love?

My father didn't know what love was,
tough or otherwise.

But he knew what an addict was,
didn't he?

Well, it was him who made me one,
so, yeah, I should hope so.

You say he was an inattentive father.

Can you tell me how much money he gave you
in the last ten years?

No idea.

My lady, Exhibit 8A will
show bank statements detailing

transfers totalling £326,000
in just those ten years.

I'd have preferred a hug.

Mr. Wright, would you tell the
court what happened to the £500

he gave you to buy your
daughter a tenth birthday present?

You signed a prenup, Mrs. Wright,
is that correct?

Yes.

You are being handed
now Exhibit 12A, which

is a copy of that original
signed agreement.

If you could go to the back page,
please.

Do you recognise yours in your husband's
signature there?

Yes.

And are you happy to confirm this is a
copy of that agreement signed in 2007?

Yes.

And can I ask you then to turn to page 5?

And can I ask you please to read paragraph
7, clause B?

In the event of the wife's proven
infidelity, that behaviour shall be

treated as conduct that it is inequitable
to disregard pursuant to Section 25 of the

Matrimonial Causes Act 1973 and the
Inheritance Act 1975, and shall have the

effect of limiting to the greater extent
to the greatest possible extent all claims

for financial remedies howsoever arising
under the Matrimonial Causes Act 1973.

Did you break that clause, Mrs. Wright?

No.

I remind you, you are under oath and I am
going to ask you again.

Did you break that clause?

He broke it repeatedly.

This isn't about him.

This isn't entirely about him.

Did you?

He handed me that prenup on the morning of
the wedding.

Answer the question, please.

And said if I didn't sign it, he'd call it
off.

And so I did.

Because I loved him.

Mrs. Wright, I suggest that you did break
it.

Objection, milady.

Overruled.

And that furthermore, on a night out in
2020, you confided in Emily Wright that

you suspected your son Joshua might not be
Jack's.

Whatever I told you that night,
I would have told you in total confidence.

I took you into my family, tried to be a
mother to you, and you do this?

You betrayed Joshua and me for money.

I mean, how does that even feel?

How did it feel when you did it to my
grandfather?

The police are circling this one,
so I wouldn't get too close if I were you.

Might get your wings burnt.

That was fucking low.

Not as low as you actually spending the
money on crack.

Yeah, and I regret that to this day.

But you think it's okay to punish me about
bringing it up in the courtroom?

Oh, my Christ.

Does no one remember that I didn't fucking
start this?

And you're not going to finish it either.

It's all right, love.

Is this you in the car with Georgia
Wright?

Yes, it's me.

So this is timed about 20 minutes before
Jack's phone call to his wife,

and before he was subsequently shot.

You are approximately eight minutes by car
away from Marston Hall.

We were, um, on our way there to pick up
my car.

Okay.

And where'd you been?

Out for dinner.

Is there something we're missing,
Mary?

Um...

G and I were a thing.

We had been for quite a few years.

How many is quite a few?

Five this Christmas.

Is this something her husband knew about?

I don't think so.

Um...

I mean, look, I'm divorced.

We saw each other once a month or so.

It was just something that suited us both.

You were describing it in the past tense,
so you're no longer together?

No.

Why?

Well, as I said, um, I thought we were
going out for dinner, but, um,

it turned out she wanted me to do
something for her.

Do what?

She wanted me to go
into Jack's office to see

if I could find copies of
a particular document.

Which document?

His will.

Right.

And did you do what she asked?

God, no.

Um, no.

I mean, it's grossly unprofessional.

I mean, it's possibly even illegal.

How did she take that?

Not well.

Yeah, not well at all.

Um...

Caused a huge row.

Um, in fact, she cut the evening short and
drove me back at speed to pick up my car.

I'd never seen her like that before.

She seemed desperate.

When she dropped you off, did you see her
drive away?

My car was parked round
the back of the house, and, um,

by the time I got round the
front again, her car had gone.

Well, I presume there
are plenty of other

places for Georgia to
park up on the estate.

More secluded places.

Yeah.

Yeah, there are plenty.

Every motorway camera, every CCTV,
every Ring camera, I want to work out

exactly what time when Georgia Wright
drove out of here.

PHONE RINGS Hello, Frances?

Everything OK?

Graham Wright's bank statements last six
months.

Finally.

Have a look at page 24.

On the night Jack died, Graham's in a pub
for about seven miles from home.

He's a master.

Oh.

How's she doing?

Oh, I think some swelling
is now pressing on

her medulla, which is
probably why she fainted.

Oh.

Poor love.

Well, they can reduce
the inflammation with

steroids, but... time's
running out, Bobby.

They need the money.

But it can wait for a day or two,
can't it?

Just till the judgment, just in
case... I've already transferred it, love.

Trust me.

It'll be fine.

Gambling.

What sort of gambling?

Any sort.

Bitcoin.

Currency markets.

Poker, football, anything.

Everything.

You could bet on, which...

Why?

Because when I won, it filled the great
big fucking hole at the centre of my life.

Which would be me?

It was never your fault, John.

Maybe it wasn't mine either.

I think we just both married the wrong
person.

I'm sorry I couldn't be more like my dad.

So...

How much have you lost?

All of it.

Your portfolio, my portfolio.

And...

the house is more what you did the other
day.

Josh?

What are you doing here?

Why aren't you at school?

Did you not ever think about how it would
be for me, Mum?

Having everything revealed in a fucking
courtroom to the whole world?

Did you not ever think about that?

I genuinely didn't think that would have
happened.

I told you it was going to smash
everything up.

And for what?

For nothing.

I'm going to make it, OK?

Josh, I swear, I'm going to make it all
OK.

This is from Arnaud Tissier's work diary
for two weeks beginning 4th November.

That's why he comes over on the 9th?

On the Eurostar.

Has a meeting at 78 Finsbury, which is a
coffee shop 50 yards from Jack's office.

Returns to Paris.

OK.

Look at the 12th.

CCP depart 2100.

Cougar charter Paris.

It's a private helicopter service.

Where does it fly to?

Anywhere you want within a 300 mile fuel
limitation.

How many miles to Mars, then?

238.

What did they say, the CCP company?

They say they can't find the flight log.

They also sounded pretty scared.

My guess is Tissier let them know exactly
who he is.

When was the last time you saw your
father, Graeme?

The Thursday before he died.

Like I already said.

OK.

Showing the suspect exhibit GW01.

The James Brothers Bank Statement.

Whose statement is that, please,
Graeme?

Well, it's got my name and address on it,
so I guess mine.

It is yours.

And what period does this statement cover?

Er...

5th of November... to the 21st.

20-24.

Are there any entries dated the 12th of
November?

One.

How much?

73-49.

Can we cut to the fucking chase,
please?

I'd love to.

Did you kill your father?

No.

In which case, what business is that debit
to?

It says the Bull and Heron.

What time was the payment made?

21-26.

Showing the suspect exhibit GW02.

A copy of the till receipt for a meal at
the Bull and Heron.

I say meal.

You ate a pasty.

The rest of the bill is alcohol.

Two bottles of Malbec, to be precise.

And just to help you out, the Bull and
Heron is in a village called Flitwick,

which is about seven miles from Marston
Hall.

So...

is the truth, Graeme, that you drove up to
see your dad again to ask for money to pay

your debt to Eddie Elliott,
that you bolstered yourself

with a couple of bottles of
wine and you drove over there?

No.

I don't think you're a naturally violent
man, Graeme.

I...

You know, maybe you just wanted to scare
him.

No.

But you went into that water tower.

You successfully unknocked the gun from
the cabinet this time to go over to the

main house, except he walks in and
surprises you.

That's not what happened.

Maybe he gets angry.

Maybe he tries to grab the gun.

Maybe the gun goes off accidentally and
suddenly you're in his... I crashed me car.

I was gonna go to his house.

But I never got there.

Cos this little old
biddy in a Honda Jazz

pulled right out in
front of me and I just...

I panicked and I drove off.

Except the radiator was fucked.

So I had to dump the motor in Ripley and
in the end I got the train back to London.

There's no train tickets on this
statement, Graeme.

I jumped the barrier.

You can check the station CCTV.

And that is the truth.

Local plods just confirmed the car's still
there in Ripley.

There was also a report of a failure to
stop at 10 that night.

Driver sustained a broken wrist.

Only got a partial plate, hence NFA.

In worse news... we also can't find any
useful footage to exclude Georgia Wright.

First time we pick up
her car is at 23.07 on the

A13 which proves nothing
one way or the other.

Hey.

Mr Wright, it's Ruth Alleyne.

We have a judgement.

10 o'clock tomorrow.

Beth.

Beth?

You there?

I'm home.

Home where?

The UK.

I'm home and...

I want the kids back.

Where are you going?

London.

And listen... you can keep this.

Whatever's left of it.

I never liked it anyway.

I wish you happiness, George.

I really do.

All rise, please.

This is the hand down of judgement in the
case of Wright vs.

Wright.

It is not for this court to
comment on the substance

of the prenuptial agreement
signed by Mrs. Wright.

I'm here to offer judgement only on what
is before me.

And I find that in respect of his wife and
her son Joshua, the bequests made by Mr.

Wright are consistent with and supported
by the exclusion in the court.

consolutions and conditions laid out in
that agreement.

It's clear in emails provided by the
defence that in August of this year,

Mr Wright had hair samples of Joshua
subjected to a DNA test.

This test, to the best of his knowledge,
subsequently confirmed his suspicion that

he was not Joshua's father and by
implication that his wife, Sally Wright,

had been unfaithful.

The court requires that
an independent DNA

comparison be made now
to corroborate those results.

but makes the interim judgement to deny
the claim made by the third Mrs Wright.

The lab just called.

They've sent over the results of the blood
tests on Reuben McGuire's clothes.

Oh, hi, Leslie.

Very quickly.

So, the Specman's money obviously goes
through on Friday, but can you do me a favour?

The 1.75 we saved on the deal...

I've just had a rather attractive...
offer from our bank for a six-month fix.

If I give you the details, can you slide
that into a new account for me, please?

Yeah, sure.

Super.

I'll email that over to you now.

Thanks so much.

OK.

In the matter of John and Graham Wright's
claim that their father's will did not

make reasonable financial provision,
I find in their favour.

Judgement on how exactly
the estate might be more

fairly distributed will
be delivered tomorrow.

All right.

Em.

Emily.

I'm sorry.

For what?

You got what you wanted.

I never wanted you to lose out.

That is so Graham Wright.

Pretending to be sorry for an outcome you
set out to make happen.

It was never about you, though.

It was always just about him.

And whatever I do end up with,
you can have it.

I swear.

Oh, can I?

Can I, Dad?

Can I have it all, then?

Can I have all the fucking money?

It was only ever about him.

Emily Wright?

Yes?

I'm arresting you on suspicion of
soliciting to murder.

What?

You don't have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence.

What are you doing?

If you mention one question, please step
back, mate.

Something which you later rely on in
court.

We killed anybody.

This way, please.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Dad.

Dad.

That is my daughter, mate.

Em.

Emily.

Em.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

My daughter...

Emily?

No, please don't kill my daughter!

So, are these your clothes, Reuben?

No comment.

Well, maybe they're someone else's.

No comment.

And why did you try to destroy them?

No comment.

Was it because you knew they had the
victim's blood all over them?

No comment.

Because that's all we found.

Jack Wright's blood on the
burnt remains of a T-shirt,

pair of jeans and in a bag
stuffed behind your wardrobe.

Can you tell us anything about these?

No, comment.

Don't tell me... Where were you on
the night of November 12th, Reuben?

No comment.

All right, Reuben, look.

Reuben, if you had
nothing to do with this, this

is your chance to clear
your name right now.

So...

where were you?

No comment.

Was it her idea?

Did you do it for her?

For your girlfriend, Emily?

No comment.

So your fiancé came into the station,
Emily, and showed us some very worrying

messages of yours that he'd forwarded from
your phone.

Showing the suspect EW01, a printout of
five messages sent between April and

November 2024 between you and Reuben
Maguire.

Can you read the second message,
please?

He deserves everything we've got planned
and more.

Everything?

Everything we've got planned.

What does that mean, Emily?

No comment.

What were the pair of you planned?

No comment.

We know that Jack started to change his
will three days after he met Maguire.

Is this you and Maguire discussing that
plot?

No comment.

Okay, could you read message number three,
please?

Why don't you read it?

How about I read it?

If he gave me the
whole company, it still

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

For what he did to me that night.

What did he do to you, Emily?

No comment.

Sounds serious.

If leaving you a company worth a hundred
million still wouldn't make up for it.

No comment.

What about this last one?

From Reuben to you on the 4th of November.

How long do you think he'll live?

Do your family have good genes?

After that, he's put a wink face emoji to
which you reply with a laughing face emoji.

What is that about?

No comment.

Yeah, I'm sure.

Okay, let me tell you where we are,
Emily.

I think, for whatever
reason, you had some

deep-seated animus
against your grandfather.

He knew money meant more to him than most.

I think maybe it means more to you than
most.

Bullshit.

So you hatched a plot to have him change
his will to your financial advantage.

Not true.

But you got bored waiting for him to die.

Who?

So you had Reuben, a violent ex-offender,
kill him.

Absolutely not.

Which is why your grandfather's blood is
all over clothes we found in Reuben's house.

What clothes?

The burnt remains of a pair of jeans and a
T-shirt.

Those clothes are mine.

John?

On a night in August 2014, when I was 13,
and he thought I was asleep on his sofa

after watching a
movie, he touched me.

Here.

My grandfather.

I pretended to stir.

He moved away.

And that was it.

One action.

One touch.

It only lasted a few seconds.

But which changed my life forever.

Like most kids, I tried to minimize it.

He was drunk.

It was only once.

He was fucked up.

His ex-wife had committed suicide a few
months before.

But still, I needed to make sure I was
safe.

And so from that night on, I only saw him
when I needed to.

The job at J.K.

Wright.

Family things.

And I always tried to not be on my own
with him.

But about six months ago, when I was back
in the U.K.

to see Rose, I realized it was ten years.

So I decided to go and see him.

I needed him to acknowledge it.

What he'd done to me.

What he'd taken.

And so I told him.

That...

I hadn't been asleep.

That I'd known.

That I'd always known that he sexually
assaulted me.

I don't know what I expected him to say.

But I guess I wasn't surprised by how he
did react.

Which was to do exactly what he always did
when anyone confronted him.

Attack, humiliate, deny.

And I wasn't going to let him do that to
me.

So I turned to leave.

Except he grabbed my wrist to try and stop
me.

So I swung my elbow back round to his
face.

Hard.

Really fucking hard.

And...

There was blood everywhere.

I was screaming at him.

He was screaming at me.

Trying to hold on.

And then suddenly I was in the street.

Getting a cab to Reuben's.

And there I changed out my clothes and
into some clean ones he lent me.

I don't know why he kept them.

But those clothes were mine.

Reuben Maguire did not kill my
grandfather.

And I most definitely did not ask him to.

We know that they blackmailed him.

The messages pretty explicitly suggest
that.

They do.

We know that Maguire, despite multiple
opportunities to do so, has not provided

us with an alibi on the night of the
murder.

He hasn't?

And most importantly, we
know we have the victim's

blood all over clothes
hidden at Maguire's house.

But she says they're hers.

Well, she would do, wouldn't she?

Or she's on the hook for solicitation.

Do you think she made that up about Jack?

I don't know.

I don't know.

But 74 and not a whiff of anything like
that ever before.

I think the CPS will bite our hands off,
boss.

All right, let's call him.

Hey.

What are you doing in my house,
Arno?

This is very wrong.

So you lost.

Lost what?

Your case.

You dumb bitch.

For now, maybe, yes,
but... I need that money.

I need it fast.

And I'm not sure you've been taking me
seriously.

Oh, no, I can't.

I... I don't have
access to his accounts.

They're all frozen.

I don't have spare millions just lying
around.

Except, of course, you do.

Other assets you can sell.

Not worth that much.

You're lying, Sal.

I'm not.

So just know this.

It doesn't end well for people who don't
take me seriously.

Three million by Friday.

A bientôt.

In assessing how the bequests of the late
Jack Wright might be redistributed more

equitably, and in line with the judgments
I've already made, I've tried to balance

the needs and rights of all claimants to
the estate as best as possible.

Murder for Maguire.

Solicitation to murder for her.

No award has been made in isolation,
but as part of a bigger picture.

And to award them what I felt they truly
deserved.

In the matter of Emily Wright's
appointment as chief executive,

her receipt of her grandfather's company
shares, and 15 million pounds,

Emily Wright is clearly a young woman of
exceptional character and ability,

and I thus uphold the first two of these
bequests in their entirety.

Miss Wright and her grandfather clearly
had an unusual connection.

It's perfectly legitimate.

It's the ultimate that, in
her, he saw the future of

his company would be in
the safest possible hands.

Can you throw it, please?

Given the value of the shares, I have,
however, reduced her monetary bequest to 5.

4 million.

Now, I've done this largely to accommodate
the needs of his two elder sons,

John and Graham, who I believe are
entitled to a sum of 5 million pounds each.

To facilitate this, I have also reduced
the bequest to his first wife,

Rose, who he had been divorced from for
nearly 40 years, to 100,000 pounds.

And that concludes this judgment.

There's a report online.

Emily's been arrested.

Emily Corazon Wright, you are charged that
at a time between the 18th of April and

the 12th of November, 2024, you did
solicit the murder of Jack Kenton Wright,

contrary to Section 4 of the Offences
Against the Person Act 1861.

Do you have anything to say?

I'm innocent.

In the end, you'd have to say the will
echoed the life.

Cruel.

Narcissistic.

Messy.

But also...

oddly opaque.

Because even now,
I reach for a desire to

believe that maybe
there was love there, too.

An attempt, subconscious or not,
to liberate us from money.

But then I remember Emily...

cut from the same cloth.

I look at her, and I see... him.

And then I see...

Well, I tell you what I don't see.

Innocence.

In her, all that piece of shit.

Pot and kettle, I hear you say.

Maybe you're right.

I mean, I did kill a man.

So I'm not exactly innocent myself,
am I?

No.

I really think I should come in with you,
Rose.

Oh, no, no, sorry, but... I don't
even know if they'll let me see her.

If they do, I'd rather we were alone,
if you don't mind.

Call me when you're done.

Will do.

Afternoon.

Can I help you, madam?

Yes, I think you can.

I want to make a confession, please.

OK.

Ehm, a confession to what, exactly?

Murder.

It was me.
I killed Jack Wright.