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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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