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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.

Gray: 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.

Sally: 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.

Bobby: 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.

Georgia: 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.

Hector: 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? - Eddie: Time's up, mate.

Eddie, fuck off.

Hector: 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.

Sam: 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.

Josh: Who the fuck are you?

Kat: 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.

Kyle: 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?

Gray: 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...

Emily: 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.

Georgia: 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?

Morgan: 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.

Katie: 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.

Morgan: 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.

Woman: 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.

Morgan: So, when we first spoke regarding when

you'd last seen your father,

you told my colleague,

"Not for at least five years."

Yeah.

Morgan: 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.

Morgan: 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.

Emily: Fuck.

Morgan: 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. - Yes. Yes.

Frances: Thank you. Thank you.

Gray: 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.

Emily: Nine o'clock tomorrow then.

OK, bye now.

Oh, God.

- John: 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.

John: Emily.

Please.

Morgan: Yeah, but my gut says Graham Wright

doesn't have it in him, violence.

Katie: 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.

Reuben: 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.

ARNAUD: 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?

Sally: 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.

John: Welcome to my world.

♪ Love ♪

♪ Love will tear us apart again ♪

♪ Love ♪

♪ Love will tear us apart again ♪