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This is Arnaud Tissier,
and he got into a bar brawl,

which ended with him doing
a thirteen stretch for murder.

Same time tomorrow?

How's she doing,
the lovely Cheryl?

Are you gonna lend me
the money or not?

No.

Nice motor
your friend's got.

You might want to
check out

his granddaughter's boyfriend

because I saw his car near
Wright's house,

the night he died.

Surprise.
Are we over?

Your husband's brain
did indeed

show early signs of dementia.

So, where were you actually?
The day he died?

These days, I don't really

believe a word she says.

Yes, I have a capacity
for violence.

Why else am I here?

But I also think most people
would be

surprised at what they're
capable of, especially...

when they're trying
to protect the thing

that they love most
in the world.

And that's not money...

by the way.

What am I missing? The autopsy
found dementia, no?

It did, but our expert is saying
it wasn't advanced enough

to have affected his capacity.

Well, our expert didn't bloody

live with him though, did she?

She didn't literally
see him change.

Which is all very subjective

and vulnerable to challenge
in court.

What is it exactly that
you want, Max?

I want you to consider plan B.

I want you to consider

allying yourself to John
and Graham's case...

No. I'm then reliant on
a judge deciding

how much he awards me,
how much Josh,

how much John and Gray,
it's a minefield.

My way we just go back to
the previous version.

If you win.

That's kind of your part of this

very expensive bargain.

I've also now had a look at
your prenup.

I mean, did you even have
a lawyer advise you on that?

It's a car crash.

I want to give it to Cheryl.

Sorry, what?

The girl who sits next to me
at chemo.

Oh. Give what to her?

I want you to do what you
suggested for me.

Find her the best new treatment
in the world,

but for a recurrent grade
two glioma.

And I want to pay for it for her
with my bequest.

Oh, no, Rose,
you're gonna need the money

for your treatment.
You need to think about...

I'm old Bobby. I-I feel old...

and I've no desire
to keep fighting

for the next five years.

Probably feeling terrible
most of the time.

Is this about Graham,
wha-what he took?

It's about giving hope to
someone who deserves it.

A beautiful young woman
who makes me smile,

and who deserves a chance
for a future.

Oh, I get that, Rose.

I do. And that's lovely.

But, well, the will's being
challenged now

so, that money's not coming
through for many months.

Maybe longer. Maybe not even
at all if they win,

and have your bequest lowered.

I've been thinking about that

and I'm gonna call my bank.

Oh, you're pathetic.
Like a child.

No. You're like a child.

Like a lovesick teenager, but...
pot-bellied.

She's my niece.

She's playing you.

Who just saved the company
nearly two million.

To get you to withdraw
your challenge.

- She respects me.
- Oh.

She sees the potential in me,

unlike my father, unlike you.

You know what, if it'd been me
drawing up the will,

I'd have done exactly
the same as him.

It wasn't my fault, George.

I mean, it wasn't yours either,

but it wasn't me who was...

I wanted kids even more
than you did.

That's just you in a nutshell,
isn't it?

Thinking I'm defined by that.

Pathetic.

Oh, put in an
application for triangulation

for Georgia Wright, her husband,
and Graham.

Yeah. Could also do
Reuben Maguire while I'm at it.

Yeah, why not?

I'm gonna try and talk to him
today as well.

What else?

Chase Laura Johnstone for
the Sally/Jack prenup.

You gonna eat all those?

Literally, yeah. Oh...

and, er, look into Arnaud
Tissier's financial history.

Yeah, on that already.

And the man Jack Wright was
meeting at the RAC club,

Sam's speaking with him
tomorrow.

You are brilliant
and I love you.

Boop.

Sam? Sam?

With me, please.

What you doing?

I love the fact
that you're surprised.

Belle, I-I put the money
back in.

I transferred it about
an hour ago.

So, that's not really the point,
Gray, is it?

Isn't it?

No.

What is--
What is the point then?

The point is that you did it
in the first place.

That you'd obviously spied on me
to get my passwords,

thinking at some point you might
want to steal money from me.

I don't think that's a massively
healthy basis

for a relationship.

Although...

...neither is only staying
with someone

'cos you want some of their
dead dad's money.

No, you're right.

It isn't.

So...

We-- We've both behaved
like bell-ends.

Makes us kind of even,
doesn't it?

Not really, no.

Because I have been
bailing you out

financially...

and emotionally...

for years, Gray.

So, maybe I felt I was owed.

You are owed and--

and I am going to pay you back
everything that--

No, stop, stop.

I think--

I know...

in your heart...

you can be a good,

kind, loving man.

But you need a lot of help,
sweetheart,

to move on from your dad.

To start taking responsibility
for your own life.

I love you.

And I'm sorry.

Bel, please.

- Yeah?
-Time's up, mate.

Eddie, fuck off.

Hey.

Hi.

DCI Hector Morgan.

I'm looking for
Reuben Maguire, please.

Ah, he's-- he's not here,
I'm afraid.

Oh, any idea when he's back?

No.

This afternoon? Tomorrow?
Next year?

Before next year, definitely.

Er, you work here most days?

Yeah.

Did you ever see this guy
in here?

No.

Alright, well, when Reuben
does show,

can you ask him to give me
a call please?

Sure.

Ru, it's Aron.

The feds just showed
asking about Emily's granddad.

So, we know Reuben Maguire
and Emily are some kind of item.

For sure, and between
Maguire and Jack,

there was obviously
some sort of connection.

Okay, alright, thanks, Sam.
Speak later.

- Oh, hi.
- Hi.

- You're not Reuben.
- No, sorry.

Oh, sorry. I'm actually
looking for Emily Wright.

- And you are?
- DCI Hector Morgan.

I'm investigating her
grandfather's death.

And you are?

Er, I'm her fiancé.

And, no,
she's not here right now.

Oh, OK. Any idea where
I could find her?

She might be at the JK Wright
office?

Mm, okay, thank you.

Who's Reuben?

Can you ask her to call me back, please?

ASAP.

Thank you.

Come here!

I want my money.

Where's my money, Wright,
you prick?!

I want my fucking money!

Wright, I will fucking kill you!

So, when was the last time
you saw Jack?

I don't know.

Last year sometime.

Right, so, you didn't speak to
him after you and I talked?

When did we talk?

When I told you what I found in
his desk at Marston.

Oh, that-- No.

I hope you don't mind me asking.

Not at all.

And ditto, I hope you don't mind
me asking about your investment.

So, there are some issues
with the will,

but my legal team are
a hundred percent sure

they can resolve it in court.

I just--

I need you to be
a little patient.

Of course.

Just keep me informed.

Absolutely.

Well, I should head.

Thanks for coming over.
I appreciate it.

No problem.

Who the fuck are you?

So, Arnaud Tissier
was a mobster?

French Officer: I mean,
this was when he was a kid,

but yes, he worked for
the Genova gang.

And when he came out of prison?

Well, we certainly never
arrested him again.

So, he either did go straight
as he claims,

or he just got smarter.

I know which one my money's on.

So...

500K?

Yes.

And the house is worth?

600.

And until you receive
your bequest,

you'd repay the loan with...?

I have £29,000 in premium bonds
which I intend to cash.

OK.

And when would you need
the loan by, Rose?

All I'm saying, Rose,
is if your bequest is reduced,

then you might not even be able
to repay the loan.

It won't be reduced.

Which could leave you homeless.

John wouldn't allow it to
be reduced.

Come on Bobby, trust me.

I think you're determined to
do it this way, aren't you?

I think I am.

Then can I ask you
one last question?

Of course.

I'd get down on one knee,
but I'm not sure I could get up.

Oh, sod it.

Will you marry me?

I can't think of anything
I'd like more, Bobby Botham.

Yes, yes, a thousand times yes.

Oh, he looked a bit more
than just a friend.

And I will ask you again,
why aren't you at school?

You said I could come back
any time I felt shit.

I felt shit,
and even shitter now.

So, thanks for that.

About?

Oh, you know, dead dad,

a mum who might have killed
him according to TikTok,

who's now shagging some
frog bloke.

- Josh!
- I mean, could you and dad

get any more tragic?

The nut job and the trophy wife.

It's classy.

Wha--

What an absolutely
foul thing to say.

I loved your father very much,
as he did me.

And not that I need to
explain it,

but just to clarify,

Arnaud was a business associate
of your father's.

They were very good friends.

He also happens to be gay.

Now, go to your room please.

I really don't want to have
to even

look at you right now.

OK. So, all I need you
to say is that

I was at yours playing Xbox
from about eight

until at least two
in the morning.

On the 12th?

On the 12th.

My G.

So, when will it all kick off?

Maybe a couple of months?

And your dad and your uncle
are fine about it all?

About effectively suing you?

I don't think either of them
feel

particularly brilliant about it,

but it is what it is.

So, did you call that cop back?

- Not yet.
- Why?

Sorry, Dad.

And why would you think
someone named Reuben

might be in your room?

Emily.

- Jesus.
- Can we speak please?

What are you doing here?

Alright mate, I'm Em's dad...

Maybe let's save intros
for another time.

- What do you want?
- I need to pull a 50K, baby,

- please, fast.
- Oh, Jesus.

I've already said no, Dad.

- Have ya?
- Yes, at our lunch,

for fuck's sake.

I-I think they're gonna
kill me this time.

They're always gonna kill you.

No, but this time I th--
I think they really are.

I know it was you who rang
the police

and told them about Reuben.

Most certainly was not.

Oh, just leave me alone,

you pathetic excuse
for a father.

Em...

Christ.

I hope they do beat
you to a pulp.

It's not about whether
I can afford it, Kyle.

It's about whether bailing out
my addict dad

for the sixth time
in as many years

is really a role a daughter
should perform.

Sorry. I just...

Oh, please drop it.

I know you mean well,
but seriously,

you don't understand this.

What the fuck are you doing?

Did you kill your grandfather?

Triangulation on Graham Wright
and Georgia Wright

and, er, an interesting result
from the DVLA

about Georgia Wright.

Sorry, I can't take
your call right now.

Please leave a message.

Oh hi, message for
Georgia Wright.

This is DC Kat Jones.

I know you forwarded some of
them to your phone, Kyle,

- so, please delete them.
- Why?

Because they're private
messages.

If you did nothing wrong,
what's to worry about?

This is insane.

Of course I didn't have
my grandfather killed.

But you are fucking
a car mechanic, so...

- Kyle.
- You know, win some, lose some.

I know you had to deal with
some shit, Em.

And I know what that
did to you, but...

but I-I really thought that
I could help you heal.

- You have.
- I thought I could

help you believe

that you were lovable

by showing you just how much
I loved you.

And still do, in fact.

I love you.

It obviously wasn't enough,
was it?

And I'm sorry about that.

And, er, I wish you luck, baby.

Kyle, you're being ridiculous.

I think you're gonna need it.

Fuck.

And the lunch meeting
with Jack lasted...?

A couple of hours.

And then when it finished?

Er, we walked out together,

me to go back to my office,

he was waiting for his car
to drive round.

OK.

We were chatting and saying
our goodbyes

when she appeared
out of nowhere.

This was his daughter-in-law?

Yes, this was Georgia Wright.

So, on the 4th of October,
Georgia,

which is about five weeks
before Jack died,

did you approach
your father-in-law

outside the RAC club in London?

Erm, no comment.

Well, we've spoken to the man
he was meeting,

Oliver Cranston?

And he has identified you
as the same woman

who actually accosted Jack
on the pavement

- outside the club.
- I did not accost him.

Right, but you were there?

Erm...

I was passing,
I'd been to lunch with a friend.

It was a coincidence.

OK. And according to
Mr Cranston,

you then immediately tried to
engage your father-in-law

in a discussion about his will.

Well, I mentioned it
very briefly.

Jack's guest said you spoke of
nothing else.

And that you seemed

extremely agitated.

And Jack, who understandably
felt no obligation

to discuss such matters
in public with you,

er, tried to walk away,
but you pursued him.

Is that your recollection?

No comment.

Mr Cranston added that
at one point,

"she violently jabbed her finger
into Jack's chest."

Do you remember that?

- No comment.
- And that in the end,

Cranston sensed,
just to get away from you,

Jack shouted
everything was fine,

and intimated that no changes
were being made.

Is that how you recall
the events?

No comment.

I know you spoke to
my colleague before.

- I did.
- There's just one small thing

that I wanted to follow up
on myself.

Sure.

You told her you thought
Graham Wright

was estranged from his father?

- I did.
- And that he hadn't been here

at Marston for,
well, many years.

That's right.

Is that still your recollection?

Yes.

Can I check your normal
working hours

are Monday to Friday?

- Yes.
- From when till when?

Eight till four.

OK.

So, this is a striking piece.

Is it?

It certainly caught
my colleague's eye

last time she was here.

In fact, she ended up
Googling it.

It turns out it was actually
an album cover

from 1994

by a then young artist
named Gray Wright.

Signed, I see, by him...

to you...

with lots of love.

Graham Wright's phone
triangulation records tell us

he was here just five days
before his dad died,

for nearly the whole day.

Now, I understand why
you might not have wanted

to have mentioned
that before, Mary,

why you might have certain...

loyalties. But...

obstructing
a murder investigation's

a really serious offence.

So, I'm just gonna
ask you again...

when was the last time you saw
Jack and Graham together?

Quick chat about what, Officer?

And it will be
an interview under caution.

So, you might want to consider
legal representation.

But why? I-- That's not fair,
I haven't done anything.

I haven't... I haven't done
anything wrong.

Oh, I'm sure.
But, we can discuss

all that tomorrow
at nine o'clock.

We've spoken to a witness

who was also at
the will reading,

who said you were absolutely
incandescent

about how your husband
was treated

by his father in the will.

Would that be a fair assessment?

No comment.

In the months before he died,
how would you

characterise your feelings

towards your father-in-law,
Georgia?

No comment.

And lastly, can I ask

why you have a speeding ticket

issued at 21:07 hours

on the 12th of November
this year

for an offence on the eastbound
lane of the B1435

just three miles away
from Marston Hall?

And just to remind you,
the 12th was the night

that Jack was murdered.

And a night that you told us
you were at home in Surrey

with your husband.

No comment.

- George?
- What the fuck did you do?

- What did I...?
- What did you say to them?

The police?

Nothing, Em.
I swear, er...

Oh, be careful, John.

Be very, very careful.

What does
her phone data say?

On that day her phone was off
since she left home.

OK. Annoying.

She's obviously lying
about being with

her husband, so she's covering
something up.

Well, root out
the speeding ticket,

- see what we can find.
- Yeah.

So, why don't we start,
Graham, with you,

and it might be useful
if I could get a rough sense,

perhaps, of what you think
your initial written statement

to the court might contain.

Well...

my written statement

to the court might contain...

details...

of how much of a cunt
me dad was.

It'd be about how he never
hugged me,

or told me he loved me,

or showed me a shred
of affection...

ever.

About how he spent his life
belittling me

and anything I achieved,

because he was never interested
in anyone but himself.

And like all narcissists,

he had a gnawing...

void in his soul

that he filled with...

houses and...

wives and money instead of love.

And so, how he fucking owes me.

I mean, the statement
is traditionally

more of an opportunity
to outline

financial circumstances,

but that is also...

powerful.

Annie.

Sally, hello.

Sorry to just drop in like this.

No problem at all.

How are you?

Oh, surviving.

How are you, more importantly?

Yeah, not brilliant.

I'm sure.

It all still feels so shocking,
doesn't it?

Wow. I've not been in since,
erm...

It feels very odd.

I can imagine.

Yeah.

Can I get you
a tea or a coffee or...?

No, no. I just, erm, I...I know
the police took his desktop,

but I can't find his laptop
anywhere at home

or at Marston and there are
a bunch of photos on it.

Did he... leave it here
by any chance?

I didn't see it or I would've
handed it over.

Right.

Do you mind if I, erm...?

Go for it.

Never knew he kept that there.

Oh, well, you know Jack.

Always had to have something
to hide, didn't he?

Look after yourself, Annie.

So, when we first
spoke regarding when

you'd last seen your father,

you told my colleague,

"Not for at least five years."

Yeah.

You still stand by that?

- Yeah.
- OK.

'Cause we have
triangulation data

from your phone that places you

within a few hundred yards
of Marston Hall,

between the hours of 12 and
7 p.m. on the 7th of November.

That's just five days before
your father died.

Yeah well, within
a few hundred yards.

It doesn't mean I actually
saw him, does it?

That's as accurate as
phone mast data gets.

Not my problem.

Indeed.

What is your problem, though,

is that we also have a witness
who says

they saw you with your father
that day

in the dining room
at Marston Hall

having lunch with him.

So, just to clarify,

you did, in fact, have lunch
with your father

at his house
on the 7th of November?

Yes.

We had lunch, but that is all.

We had a bit of a natter

and then he had to go to London

for a meeting.

I stuck around for a bit,

'cos I'd had a few cold drinks
by then.

Er, I left about seven.

Why'd you lie?

Well...

I-I just didn't want you
jumping to the wrong conclusion

that I'd gone up there
to ask for money, and I hadn't.

Why did you go up there?

To see him.

It's not a sin, is it?

To break bread.

Build bridges.

It had been too long.

So, it went well?

Yeah, it went great. Yeah.

We had a nice chat,

talked through some shit, and,

yeah, it was... hunky-dory.

So, our witness says that

actually you got very drunk
very quickly

and you shouted at him
incessantly.

You made various physical
threats against him,

and you refused to leave.

Which is why in the end

he left his own home

and drove to London.

I'll tell you what, why don't
you tell me what I did?

Make it a fuck of a sight easier
for us all.

- Hi, er, Emily Wright?
- Yeah. Thank you.

Thanks.

Fuck.

So, what did you row about?

Fine.

Money.

You asked for some?

- Yeah.
- He refused.

- Yeah.
- And did it get violent?

- Yeah, it did.
- Hmm.

You hit him?

He hit me.

Quite a few times, as it goes.

He slapped me round the head
like he'd done when I was a kid.

You didn't assault him at all?

Fuck off. I wouldn't dare.

And after he left?

Like I said, I had a bit of
a kip and, er...

drove back to London.

You didn't go into any other
rooms in the house?

Did I?

Your father's estate manager
said he saw you

in the water tower trying
to unlock the gun cupboard.

Did I unlock it?

No, he stopped you.

Well, I must have just...

wanted to go after rabbits
like we used to.

Look, what can I say?

But I feel like,

in me gut,

that lunch...

was the very last time
I saw him.

Just after he'd hit me.

I don't know what to say, Rose.

Well, a, a yes would make us
both very happy.

But why wouldn't you spend it
on yourself?

I mean, there must be some
similar treatment

for you somewhere.

Well, I've had my go, Frances.

It's time...

time now to make good,

to pay it forward.

Is it real, Rose?

Can it really save me?

Well, nothing's certain, Cher.

We both know that...

better than most.

But from what Bobby
and I have been reading,

this is the best treatment
in the world.

So, yes, it genuinely could.

Mum?

Yes?

Yes.

Yes?

- Yes.
- Yes. Yes.

Thank you. Thank you.

So anyway,

long-winded message, but,

yeah, basically

I just wanted to say,

if they do kill me, Mum,

it'll have been your fault.

Night, night.

♪ The mess we're in and oh ♪

♪ The city sun sets over me ♪

- ♪ Oh ♪
- ♪ The city sun sets over me ♪

Emily Wright, there you are.

Thanks for finally
calling me back.

Nine o'clock
tomorrow then.

OK, bye now.

Oh, God.

-Hey.
- Oh, hey.

Final contracts got signed on
Speckmans this morning.

Wondered if you fancied
celebrating later?

Er, another time maybe.

I'm not sure there'll be
another 14 mil acquisition

for a while.

Not while I'm in charge, anyway.

Yeah, well. Exactly.

Em?

Emily?

Emily?

Emily.

What?

- What's the matter?
- Nothing.

Did I do something to upset you?

- No.
- What is it?

Oh, come on.

"Not while I'm in charge,
anyway."

You're gonna be in charge.

You're going to overturn
the will,

and this time next year

you will still be running
this company.

- We don't know that.
- And that's fine.

That's probably how it
should be.

It's just a bit weird,
that's all.

Getting a massive bundle
of legal papers

detailing exactly how
my uncle and dad

are planning to sue me.
- And I completely get that.

I just...

I thought we'd discussed
all this

and you were okay with it.

Yeah, well... turns out I'm not.

Turns out things have changed.

- What things?
- It doesn't matter.

It does matter.
It matters very much.

Listen, I'm not coming
back here.

So... I guess I'll see you
in court.

Emily.

Please.

Yeah, but my gut
says Graham Wright

doesn't have it in him, violence.

Maybe not when he's
sober, no.

We'll make an application
for his bank statements.

Maybe that'll help us place him
on the 12th.

And then...

the granddaughter.

I just did what
I thought we agreed, Em,

but it kind of feels like
you're, erm...

I don't know, like you're...

angry with me.

I'm not angry with you.

I'm angry with me.

For what?

For starting everything,

for not stopping it.

'Cause the only thing
I'm sure of is that

it hasn't made me
feel any better

about what happened.

In fact, it's made me feel much,
much worse.

Can we at least do this inside?

It'd be my pleasure, mate.

Fucking freezing out here.

Hello?

I'm on Jack's laptop
and looking at his messages

in a conversation between
you and him

four days before he died.

You lied to me, Arnaud.

You said you hadn't seen him
since last fucking year.

So, why would you need to
lie to me?

I'm not doing this on the phone.

When are you free to meet?

I often wonder how it
would all have turned out

if I hadn't found
Jack's laptop.

I mean, I didn't even work out

why he hid it until
a few weeks ago.

One thing I do know,

looking at it was the worst
mistake I ever made.

Every time I thought
we were pulling focus

onto one suspect,

another lead would take us down
another path.

It was...

like trying to juggle snakes.

Welcome to my world.

Joy Division's "Love Will
Tear Us Apart" plays ]

♪ Love ♪

♪ Love will tear us apart
again ♪

♪ Love ♪

♪ Love will tear us apart
again ♪