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

Jack Wright was murdered.

There were some big winners

and some surprising losers.

You'd have control of the company.

If I stayed.

Are you even considering that?

Trust me, it'll all be absolutely fine.

The debt remains 50K, Gray. Oi!

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

I think he may have had dementia.

We'd be looking at exhumation.

We need to dig him up.

I mean, how much do any of us really understand

why we do the things we do?

So you can think someone's on your side,

they can think they're on your side,

but actually...

for reasons they might never fully comprehend,

and you certainly won't,

turns out...

they completely loathe you.

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

- Oh, are you? - I just feel Josh

needs an explanation,

and another autopsy might reveal that.

And what about my boys?

That's their father you want to dig up,

and her grandfather.

Graham and John have already given their consent.

I understand...

how hard this is for you all.

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

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

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

As a mark of respect.

Hah!

And to see how you were.

I'm fine, lovey.

But I've suddenly become very tired.

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

Lots of love, Rose.

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

Sorry, Sal.

She starts chemo tomorrow,

and I know she's super stressed about it.

Oh, of course she is.

Look, I meant it, I don't underestimate

how traumatic a thing this is

to have to contemplate.

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

Jack left him nothing, Em, absolutely nothing.

And how's he doing?

Not brilliant.

Could I come see them both?

I think they'd love that.

When are they home next?

Erm, they both

have an exeat this weekend.

Perfect. Saturday night?

You're welcome to stay, obviously.

Open offer, in fact.

Yeah, thank you.

I'm sorry we are where we are.

I hope you know none of this is personal.

Of course.

- Night, Em. - Night, Sal.

Take care.

What about this other daughter

from his second marriage, erm, Asha Bell?

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

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

We can't wait, we need that autopsy.

Make the application, please, ASAP.

Maybe it slipped your mind, sweetheart,

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

So, to have Emily working alongside you

for the next however long it takes,

it's just...weird.

It's really weird.

And please don't even think about spending money

on a Speckmans re-audit.

It's insane.

Sometimes I despair.

I really do.

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

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

Alright, let's kick off with,

er, email and search history

around the 4th of August,

when he fired his old lawyer.

Now I called this lawyer yesterday.

He said Jack was super emotional that day.

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

- Got it, boss. - Thanks, Kat.

It's stage four,

and there is no stage five.

Fucking hell, Mum.

So, like...

how long and everything?

Hard to say.

All depends on what treatments I opt for,

and how I respond.

I can't believe it.

Both of you in as many weeks.

What did I do to deserve this?

I'm sorry, this is non-negotiable.

We need a new audit, or we back out.

We're a week away from contracts.

And I've spoken to Deloitte's

who say they can get in tomorrow

and deliver a report super-fast.

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

So, have a think, speak to your board,

and then give me a call.

Thanks, Sue. - John...

This is Gray. Don't leave a message.

Gray, it's me.

Okay, I'm in.

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

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

Well, I think that shows great wisdom, Cheryl.

Yeah, 'cause like...

tens of millions of people all over the world,

they don't get to live to my age.

That's true.

And they don't have a brilliant mum

and a gorgeous little sister,

and a lovely flat. - No.

So, yeah.

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

Oh.

What I actually think is fuck this shit, man.

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

Sorry.

So, what I was saying is...

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

You weren't any kind of father.

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

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

somehow they manage not to be complete wankers.

Well, my point is,

what I wanted to say now,

here, today,

is...

I...I do want to be better.

I'm sorting out my substance...

issues.

I've cut right down on me drinking.

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

I was hoping that me and you

could spend some time together,

so I could get to know you a bit better,

and you could get to know me.

You do know, don't you,

that as primary beneficiary of the will,

if you contest it, I'm the defendant?

I did not know that, no.

So, really, whether or not I stay here,

it's gonna be partly down to whether or not

you successfully sue me.

Fair play, that is not...ideal.

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

to ask for a loan, then?

That's actually quite funny for you.

No, but seriously.

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

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

You're serious? - Five then?

Why do I never learn?

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

Be like a daughter?

Be like someone who might expect their dad

to exhibit a single molecule of care.

Don't you be like that.

Don't you fucking be.

Nice motor your friend's got.

Tasty them old threes, aren't they?

Does Kyle like cars?

Fuck you, Graham.

Fuck.

DC Jones.

I have some information about Jack Wright.

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

his granddaughter's boyfriend

'cause I saw his car near Wright's house

the night he died.

The registration is F646PLY,

F646PLY.

So in our email exchange, John,

you said that you were working from home

on the day that your father died?

Yes.

And you can corroborate that, Georgia?

Absolutely.

Because you were here too?

- I was. - All day?

Yes.

Okay, thank you.

So, when would've been the last time

you saw your father, John?

It was two days before, at the office,

to discuss an acquisition we were doing...

they were doing.

That's correct.

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

Good, I'd say.

Good, positive.

You two got on well?

- We got on great. - Yeah.

So, how did you feel about the will?

Oh, well...

it was a bit of a shock.

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

the one handed the company reins?

Yes, that would be fair to say.

Okay.

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

Sorry...

why...why's that relevant?

I'm just trying to get an idea of

the strength of your feeling about it.

We're...exploring options.

And was there any indication before he died

that he was gonna hand his shareholding,

effectively your shareholding, to your niece?

No.

Would you mind letting your husband answer, please?

No.

No, no there wasn't.

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

I mean, she's a successful young businesswoman

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

no.

Okay. Thank you.

So where were you actually?

The day he died.

So we traced the car from the tip-off,

and the registered keeper

has three drug convictions,

including one intent to supply,

which got him six months in Feltham

when he was 17.

And then in 2021,

he did a year in Wandsworth for an ABH.

Name?

Reuben Maguire.

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

interesting entries in Jack's desk diary.

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

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

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

And there are three in London with that name.

One in Mayfair, one in Chelsea,

and one in Deptford.

And I flagged this 'cause Deptford

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

I like.

And the other entry

is from the 4th of October,

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

and J and W", and has three exclamation marks

after the W.

- Donleavy's is? - Solicitors.

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

Ah, and the W?

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

Could be an abbreviation for will.

Oh yeah, obviously that as well.

- Call him. - Yeah.

Alright, can I sit down now?

Er, lastly, Sally.

So, we know she's been working

as a corporate lawyer in London

and Paris for the last nine years,

and is a bit of a mover and shaker

in the Paris social scene.

All pretty unexciting stuff.

I have two kids under seven,

this looks as exciting a life

as it is literally possible to have.

And then eight years ago, there it was this.

So, this is Arnaud Tissier,

he has homes in France and Spain,

and he and Sally have been photographed together

at numerous events since she got him

acquitted on tax evasion charges in 2016.

He describes himself as merely a dull financier?

Yeah. And he may well be now,

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

aged 17, he got into a bar brawl

with a rival gang member, which ended

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

Okay.

They want an alibi from me, though.

- Jesus. - I mean, to be fair,

I think they're asking the same of everyone

who had a connection to him.

Should I get a lawyer?

We should talk about the will and stuff.

I'm actually over for meetings next week.

Cool.

What day's good for you?

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

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

Do you recognise this guy at all?

That's Ru.

And when you say commitments

you need to pay?

Stuff Jack and I had financially and contractually agreed to.

Charity donations, renovations, some...

investments that I'm now liable for.

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

Until what?

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

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

Our money was in his accounts.

Okay, er, listen, can I take some advice

and come back to you?

I'd appreciate that. Thank you.

So, why didn't you marry again?

Er, he was a tough act to follow.

Had such charisma and energy and drive.

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

mean,

self-obsessed, serially unfaithful...

I still loved him, I'm afraid.

A lot.

So, he broke my heart,

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

And then one day I just didn't.

What happened?

Oh, I met Bobby.

Oh, my days. I wanna meet Bobby.

Your mum's outside, Cher.

Same time tomorrow?

Wouldn't miss it for the world.

What joy you are, Cher.

See ya.

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

How's she doing, the lovely Cheryl?

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

- My pleasure. - But mainly, thank you

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

All actioned and results breathlessly awaited.

- So... - Great.

...here's to a successful resolution.

And then...

I know we find ourselves

in a rather...awkward position

vis-a-vis...the will.

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

But...

given we are where we are,

if you were...minded to...

berth your sloop

in the JK Wright harbour, as it were,

whilst the litigation storms rage,

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

Feels rather... lonely at the top.

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

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

other stuff, dad stuff.

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

To berthed sloops.

To berthed sloops.

Oh...hello.

Where have you been?

I rang your office.

They said you were out with Emily.

Then you know where I've been.

No fool like an old fool.

I'm going to bed.

Hey.

What are you doing right now?

- Max. - So, the diocesan court

have come back to me.

We have an exhumation licence.

I gotta run.

Hi. I called earlier.

I'm Emily Wright's fiancé.

Doors closing.

Leave me alone, you pest.

Oh my God, Kyle.

Surprise.

And the third Mrs Wright,

will she be joining us in our challenge?

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

Okay, well, that's no problem.

Just let me know what she decides,

and we can slot her in, as and when.

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

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

and how you both got on with him.

Who wants to kick off?

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

Full marks.

And I wish you'd told me

because I have a day full of

meetings at JK Wright,

which I can't really cancel.

- Right. - Sorry.

And who was the pest?

When I knocked you said...

Oh, the minibar guy kept wanting to restock.

So irritating. But listen,

let's go for a lovely supper tonight somewhere

and then we can properly catch up.

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

Sure.

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

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

So, look, notwithstanding the fact

that you're obviously both adults

capable of earning your own living,

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

for claiming he didn't make reasonable provision.

Get in.

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

But given your age, your lifestyles, his wealth,

I would've expected healthy seven figure bequests

for both of you.

And I'm pretty confident,

if we go to court,

we can achieve that.

Nice one, bro.

Got to run.

You don't fancy a quick one, celebrate?

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

Okay, no worries. Erm...

I'll catch you soon then, yeah?

Definitely. Speak soon.

Oh, er...

sorry, erm,

just one quick thing.

- Really? - Just 10K, bro.

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

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

fucking trouble here, mate.

You're always in serious trouble.

I know.

And I'm sorry about that.

It'll be the last time.

I swear.

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

No worries, big man.

You take care of yourself.

Two visits in as many days.

To what do I owe this pleasure?

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

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

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

just like we talked about, everything we prepped,

and, yeah, it went really well.

Tons of interest afterwards.

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

Amazing.

So, Peter Kyper was there.

No way.

He wants to talk.

Ditto Leo Schwartz,

Susie Woo.

Oh, God, Kyle, these are players.

You obviously knocked it out the park.

Yeah, I think maybe I did.

To you.

To me.

So, are we over?

Are we over?

Yeah, you and me. Are we finished?

Because...

you're seeing someone else, right?

What are you talking about?

It felt like someone had been

in your room this morning.

What?

And this feels weird.

You feel weird. I feel...

like I shouldn't have come.

Oh, my God.

Oh...

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

It's been an insane couple of weeks

with the funeral and the will, and...

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

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

I'm sorry.

But genuinely,

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

because I need you, my honey.

And I love you.

I'm in trouble, Mum.

Not fortunes.

But I'm really scared this time.

This time...

I think they could kill me.

How much?

Ten thousand right now.

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

delay things.

And now she wants to go to the police.

But, er...

fifty in total.

How did it come to this, Gray?

How did it come to this?

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

Mother.

It might have come to this

because when I was 13,

and Dad got his first bit of dough,

the pair of you decided to

take me out of Oxoter County

and put me in fucking Repton.

Have a think on that.

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

None of me mates from Oxoter would talk to me.

None of the posh kids.

I was totally isolated.

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

how...

crushingly lonely I was.

And do you remember what you said to me?

You told me not to be so bloody ungrateful.

Your father and I were already struggling.

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

I was your responsibility!

I had no idea how to be...

Mum.

Who to be...for years.

John seemed to manage alright.

He was four fucking years younger.

He was more or less born eating After fucking Eights.

So that...

is how it came to this.

Because of what you did to me.

The pair of yous.

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

Before you start taking responsibility

for your own mistakes?

Sixty, seventy?

Gonna still be messing up when you're eighty

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

Are you gonna lend me the money or not?

No.

I've been too soft on you, Graham.

All my life.

Denied you nothing, given you everything.

So, no.

Too soft?

It's time for a tougher love.

I need a piss.

Deloitte's just biked this over.

The Speckmans re-audit. - Thanks.

My guess is the problem was Georgia's,

not her husband's.

But you acted for them both?

And indeed, when she came in, she explicitly said

she was speaking for John too.

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

To ring Jack Wright's lawyer, Laura Johnstone,

who was drafting the new will,

and ask her for details of what it contained.

- And did you? - I did.

And Ms Johnstone...

politely declined to offer that information.

And did she want anything else? Georgia?

She wanted to know if there was a way of preventing

- a person making changes. - And is there?

Well, anyone can speak to a potential testator,

when they're alive, obviously.

And how did the meeting end?

I suggested if she was concerned about anything,

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

And do you know if she did that?

Again, I got the impression

she was going to do exactly that.

Sorry, what date did you meet her?

Er, this was on...

the 3rd of October.

I should also say she fired me as she left.

- Fuck. - Yep.

So, what do we do?

We obviously lower the offer.

Yeah, but to what?

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

I feel Speckmans kind of knew what they were doing,

and were hiding stuff. - So?

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

fifteen-five?

Yeah, I mean, we could.

- But? - Well, I'm just thinking

how about we properly lowball?

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

in this climate?

Fuck it. I'm going 14,250.

Wolf of Wall Street, me.

I can give you nine.

I am serious, Josh.

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

You should see his boxers.

- Fuck off. - Er, language, Joshua.

Washing up, now.

Or I shall beat you savagely.

Would you like to move in?

They're good kids.

Yeah, they are.

And Daisy seems okay?

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

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

who knows?

I'm flying blind on a daily basis.

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

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

And I can't imagine

how hard it must be for you.

And I totally understand

why you're challenging the will.

I would too.

I just hope...

whatever the outcome, that...

we can all remain friends, as well as family

and continue looking after each other.

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

You mean...

fi...financially or...?

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

I need to take this.

Hey, Max.

Sorry to disturb you so late, Sally,

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

And?

It's good news.

Your husband's brain did indeed

show early signs of dementia.

So, we might just be in with a shout.

Erm...

thank you.

Thank you.

So, the question is

was Jack planning to meet Laura Johnstone,

to change the will again?

Which someone got wind of, and acted on.

Where'd you get this meeting? His diary?

This was in his sent emails.

Do you know which device it was sent from?

His office desktop.

Alright, so that could have conceivably been seen

by Annie Rouse...

John Wright.

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

"Or how about the 13th?"

And there was nothing from her that prompted that?

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

if this was a response to a phone call.

- And? - She had a vague recollection

of him leaving her a voicemail

and asking for one more meeting

suggesting some more dates.

One more meeting about what?

She couldn't remember specifically,

but obviously some aspect of the will.

I wanna speak to John again.

On his own this time.

Let's pull 'em into a nick now.

These people need to understand this is serious.

Great. Thanks for the call.

They accepted.

Oh! Er, shots?

Yes, please.

Okay.

Oh.

Excuse me, two more please.

And then two more.

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

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

So, thank you.

Why weren't you my dad?

Why weren't you my daughter?

There you go.

To the future.

And the past.

Urgh, sorry.

Hello.

Mr Wright, this is DCI Morgan.

Where are you right now?

- Laura. - Hi, Sally,

er, listen,

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

Until probate is granted,

all Jack's accounts have to remain frozen.

I'm so sorry.

No, it's not your fault.

Thanks for calling.

M-hmm.

So, we know your wife went to see

your then solicitor, Edmund Donleavy,

on the 3rd of October this year.

Were you aware of this meeting?

- Yes. - Okay.

Was this meeting instigated by you?

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

No.

I mean, maybe. Not really.

But to have an opinion on her going,

I'm assuming you knew what was discussed?

Yes.

And what was that?

The contents of what we suspected

was a new will my father was writing.

Why did you suspect that?

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

on his desk one day.

I'm guessing this was the previous one.

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

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

Lots of crossings out,

lots of figures and question marks.

And this...worried you?

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

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

The mistake I made was telling my wife that night.

Why was that a mistake?

Because despite me not having had time

to properly see what the changes were...

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

with, er, wanting to know.

So, Edmund Donleavy told us he advised her

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

if he made any changes.

Right.

Do you know if she did?

Well, she says she did.

The next day at his club.

But to be honest with you,

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

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

Except they didn't know him, did they?

I think John knew.

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

and he'd spent twenty years,

do you know what I mean?

Oh, it made perfect sense.

When we found out who Georgia really was, yeah,

it all made perfect sense.

Everywhere you look...

every single direction you see another fucked up son,

daughter, or wife who you knew

were capable of anything.

Absolutely anything.

And then you looked in the mirror.

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