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This is the best treatment in the world.

And I want to pay for it with my bequest.

It's just a bit weird how my uncle and dad

are planning to sue me.

Did you kill your grandfather?

I wish you luck, baby.

I think you're gonna need it.

You lied to me, Arnaud.

I'm not doing this on the phone.

You told us you were at home

with your husband the night

that Jack was murdered.

What did you say to them?

Your father's estate manager

said he saw you in the water tower

trying to unlock the gun cupboard.

Bel, please.

If they do kill me, Mum,

it'll have been your fault.

You know, it's easy

to think that everything that came out,

all the greed and the rage and the jealousy

was caused by Jack's death.

But actually...

I think most of it was there already.

And him dying just... just gave us...

a chisel...

to work...

existing fault lines.

And the money was just...

yeah...

salt in the wound.

It'll be fine. I'll be fine.

You're worrying unnecessarily.

What are you talking about?

You'll be questioned in a court of law.

Of course you need to prepare.

It's just questions about my statement.

Exactly.

You haven't even read what I've written.

- Leave that. - It's my brother.

Gray?

Is that John?

- Who's this please? - John, it's Bella.

Gray's girlfriend.

Gray's been attacked.

- He's what? - What's happened?

Is he OK?

He's actually not, John.

Erm, he's unconscious.

Where is he, Bella?

Are you with him?

Erm, I'm outside his flat

and they're taking him into

an ambulance now.

Where are they taking him?

- Where's he going, please? - Royal London.

Erm, they're taking him to the Royal London.

- OK. I'm on my way. - What's happening?

Gray's been attacked.

I'm gonna drive up to town.

Can you text me your number, Bella?

- I'm leaving now. - Yes, er,

I'll do that.

How bad is he?

He doesn't look too brilliant.

I'll be as fast as I can.

I'm so sorry.

Don't tell anyone else until I'm there.

- And thank you. - OK.

- How bad is he? - Bad, I think.

Could he... die?

Would you like him to?

Of course not.

What an awful thing to say.

I'm sorry, my brother.

I'm here for you now.

I'm so sorry.

OK, John. Yep.

Yeah, thanks for the update.

Speak soon.

How is he?

So...

the scans of his vital organs are good,

but they do need to do a scan on his head now.

Just got a pile of intel back on Arnaud Tissier's finances.

Yes?

So, the French equivalent

of Company's House showed three years of losses

totalling nearly four million

at his holding company.

But here's the stinger.

These are the translated minutes

of a board meeting from two months ago.

Donc?

Which basically detail a proposed

share dilution next year following a promised

three million sterling investment in 2025...

by Sally Wright.

I lied because I thought you might make assumptions.

What assumptions?

That I killed him.

And did you?

No.

- So, when did you last see him? - Three days before he died.

- In London? - In a bar near his office, yes.

And why specifically?

Because of what you told me.

Because of what you found in his desk.

But to do what exactly?

Well, first of all, to find out if your fear was justified.

Was it?

He wouldn't tell me what prompted him to do it.

But yes,

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

And?

Jack was not Josh's father.

So, this is the third message I've left

and still no reply.

Maybe you've forgotten,

we still own a business together.

But also, I can't stop

thinking about those texts, Emily.

So yeah, just call me AS...

So, you said first up to see if my fears are justified.

- Why else did you meet him? - I wanted to see

what he was thinking generally.

You mean you were scared I might not be able to

honour my investment to you,

if he was planning on divorcing me?

Maybe.

So, did he tell you he'd already changed the will

when you met him?

Yes.

And did you try to persuade him to change it back,

Arnaud, futureproof my inheritance for you?

Well, whatever I did, it obviously didn't work, did it?

Not in that visit, no. So maybe you went back?

- No. - Drove up to Marston

- on the 12th. - No.

Maybe you got into a fight with him.

I was in Paris the night he died.

And you can prove that, can you?

I don't have to.

But from now on,

you say nothing about me to anyone.

And just in case your appeal turns to shit,

you might also want to start thinking about

how else you can raise what you promised me.

Three million.

- Hello? - Oh, hello Mrs Wright.

This is Josh's house mistress.

Do you have five minutes for a quick chat?

Are you in a relationship with a man

named Reuben Maguire, Emily?

Why is that relevant?

A-Are you?

Sporadically, yes.

OK.

Where'd you meet Mr Maguire?

He worked in the post room at JK Wright

when I was doing work experience there.

We just clicked,

and have had an on off thing over the years.

Mm.

Did your grandfather know him?

Maybe by sight.

But Mr Maguire never talked to you

about a special relationship he had with him?

- With my grandfather? - Yeah.

No.

OK.

So...

why do you think Jack might have travelled

right across London from Kensington

to Deptford on the 1st of August this year

to meet Reuben?

A man who, as you say, he...

probably only knew by sight.

I have no idea.

And then three days later

shredded his existing will,

hired a different solicitor,

and then started writing a completely new will.

Again, no idea.

Sorry.

Maybe ask Reuben.

Yeah, when we find him we will.

And we will find him.

Were you aware of this meeting?

You know I live in California, right?

Were you?

No.

Was the meeting to discuss the will?

- Like I just said... - And if it was,

what on earth do you think was said

to prompt Jack to start making such big changes?

You tell me.

I think Reuben must have had leverage of some sort.

I think Reuben might have been blackmailing him

about something.

And if he was,

I'm wondering if you have any idea

what that blackmail threat might have been.

I was 5,000 miles away.

Do you know where Reuben was...

the night Jack was shot?

- No. - What, you've not asked him?

Why would I?

Well, because Jack changed his will,

so that when he died you'd be a very wealthy woman.

Now, I'm sure you would have

shared some of that wealth with a man

you just clicked with, wouldn't you?

So, maybe Reuben Maguire just...

got bored waiting.

No comment.

Oh, my God.

What the fuck?

Mr Maguire, this is the police.

Mr Maguire!

OK.

He smoked some weed in his dorm.

We agree this is not good.

But he is deep in grief,

and this is not the end of the world.

And once again, as I've... already said,

and as I'm sure you're already aware,

the school has a zero-tolerance policy on drugs.

So, we do have to exclude him...

Mrs Wright...

permanently.

So, let me just outline my policy on this.

I'm gonna take Josh home today.

I'm gonna look for and confiscate any weed

I find in his room.

And then I'm going to impress upon him

the seriousness of his transgression.

But then he will return back here tomorrow morning.

- Mrs Wright... - Shut the fuck up,

I am speaking!

Or...

I swear I will fucking drown this school,

and you, personally,

in so much negative publicity and litigation

that in six months' time

you will be begging me just to be bankrupted.

So, that's my policy.

Have a think about things and then maybe call me, yeah?

Josh.

Uncle John.

Hey.

- How is he? - Still unconscious, I'm afraid.

Right.

Or maybe that's good news for you.

- Good news? - Well, just the way you spoke

to me the other day, Emily,

I'm starting to think I've been a complete idiot,

and my wife was right.

About what?

That you've been playing us.

That maybe you'd prefer it if your dad and I just...

- faded away. - You think I'd be pleased

if my father died?

Sorry. No, that came out wrong.

This family.

- Everything feels so wrong, Mum. - I know.

Dad and, and the will and, er,

walking in with you and that bloke...

- He's a friend, it's just a f... - ...everything feels fucked.

And there's a part of me, a... a big part of me

that wishes we could just let it all go.

Let all what go?

The money, the lifestyle,

the houses, all of it.

Like, I wish I could just go to an ordinary school,

live in an ordinary house, just be ordinary.

Easy to say from this side of the tracks, Joshie,

trust me, because I've been on the other side.

If you think this is hard, let me...

No, and, and I know that, OK?

Look, I-I, of course I do.

I just think this fight is gonna

smash everything to pieces anyway.

So, why don't we just cut straight to the chase?

We're gonna be OK.

Promise.

I know I got things wrong.

Course I did.

Badly sometimes.

I'm sorry if I never acknowledged that...

or the effect it had on you.

I should have. I really should have.

I'm so, so sorry.

Mrs Wright?

Have you got five minutes, please?

Yeah, come in.

Just through here.

On your left.

And when was the last time you saw

Mr Tissier?

A few weeks ago.

In the UK?

In Paris.

And remind us please, exactly how much

you'd agreed to invest in his company.

It was never a guaranteed investment, it...

I-I'd simply indicated my intention to do so.

How much, though?

Three million.

And given the contents of the new will,

I assume you won't be able to honour that commitment?

I really haven't done the sums.

I've had slightly more...

pressing matters on my mind.

Is it possible Mr Tissier knew

the will had changed before Jack died?

I have no idea.

But he was an old friend of his, yes?

- Yes. - In fact, it was your husband

that introduced you to Tissier as a client.

- Yes. - Who went on to become

good friends with you?

- Yes. - So, did the pair of you

discuss the will at all,

Mr Tissier and you, before Jack died?

No. I mean...

obviously I had no idea the will had changed, so...

And have there been any discussions

- about the will since he died? - No.

And if we checked your phone records,

we'd find no communications

between you and Mr Tissier

in the last few weeks?

Not that I can recall, no.

So, you're obviously aware of his past,

that he is a... convicted murderer?

Yes.

So, has there been anything

in his behaviour,

before or since your husband's murder,

that has worried you?

Is there anything about Mr Tissier, Mrs Wright, that...

you feel you should tell us?

No.

Bella, it's me.

He's starting to come round.

Emily, you really need to call me

because I'm not just gonna go away.

I'm not gonna be ignored.

So, call me or you'll regret it.

Mum's been here a few times.

She's got chemo tomorrow,

but she'll come up the day after.

And I've left a message for Emily.

Are they cross with me?

Why would they be cross?

I've made them cross my entire life.

No, they're not. They were just very worried.

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry mate.

I should have helped you before.

I wouldn't have helped me.

Yeah well, that was then, this is now.

How do I find this Eddie bloke?

Oh, no, no, no, man.

This... This is, it's not your problem.

- Just give me his number, Gray. - John.

You can pay me back when you're back on your feet.

Oh... I don't deserve this.

Yes you do.

And by the way, when you're ready to leave,

you're coming to stay with me till you're better.

You're very welcome to stay yourself, Bella.

So, how bad is it?

Is that a joke?

Right.

Which is why I asked you

right from the start if there was anything

- you hadn't told me. - I'm sorry.

Because if this gets out, any sane judge

would almost certainly now conclude that

Jack's decision making was perfectly sound.

- Alright. - Ally that to your

- disaster of a prenup. - Yes.

And the fact that it's now way too late

to change tact because it'll raise too many flags

with the defence.

So yeah... it's not great.

OK, I'm sorry, again, but what do we do?

Just... Just press on

and pray the defence never gets wind of it.

I mean, how do you think he found out?

I have no idea. I don't remember telling anyone.

Someone knew...

which means others might, which means...

I have to tell Josh.

What about Dais?

Is he her dad?

Yes.

I'm so sorry, Josh, again,

to have to give you such... difficult news.

How long have you known?

I've always had a suspicion just because of...

how it was between your dad and me

- when we first... - He's not my dad.

Not your biological dad.

But still very much a...

So, is that why he did it?

- Did what? - Cut me off.

- No, your dad had dementia. - Who is it then?

And we will prove that in court.

- Shit, is it Arnaud? - No.

Who then?

Who is it?

Who's my dad?

Right.

You're slightly looking like you don't know.

I think I know.

Sorry, am I meant to guess?

I don't... I don't know.

But I didn't want to say that.

I thought you'd be horrified.

What? That you'd fucked around

while you were married?

That's not really my main takeaway right now, Mum.

That is not true. I just...

- Not even top 10 possibles? - Josh, please.

I don't think you really thought this conversation

through, Mother.

I meant to say,

maybe don't mention to George that I paid off your man.

She's a bit odd about money.

No worries.

Did, er...

did Bella reply to you?

She sends you all the love in the world.

But what with starting a new job,

she said she didn't have time to come down right now.

Oh.

Right.

Right, well, good for her getting a new job.

Good for her.

All I'm saying is it's been nearly two weeks now,

and he seems to have made a good recovery.

He's my brother, he'll stay as long

as he wants or needs to.

Fine.

But we really do need to go over

your written statement now. What we've submitted.

It'll only take us a couple of hours.

No, not right now.

Do not push me, John.

And do not push me.

There you go.

Ah, thanks, man. You're a gent.

So, you all set?

Getting there, but...

never been that good at learning me lines.

Just speak from the heart. You'll be fine.

That's what I reckoned, yeah.

And you?

I dunno, Gray.

The last few weeks,

the fighting,

nearly losing you,

makes you think about what's really important.

And? What is?

Well, I know what's not important.

Money we don't need.

And fighting my dead father

to prove to who that he respected me...

seems like a complete waste of time.

Ditto.

Apart from obviously I do need the dough.

But yeah...

there's a part of me

that can't bear the thought

that he's still humiliating me...

even when he's dead.

Well, I can certainly understand that.

See, I never thought that was ever an issue for you.

Gray...

he humiliated me my entire life.

At least you ploughed your own furrow.

How much do you think I wanted to

bake fucking bricks for a living?

I've never heard you talk like this.

I wanted to paint,

do a fine art degree.

Oh man, you should have. You were good.

But he said it was stupid.

Not a man's job.

Why didn't you tell him to stick it?

I did...

at first.

I had some balls back then.

But he just...

he wore me down.

Made me believe I'd be no good.

Never even applied in the end.

You should go back to it, now.

Not sure what Georgia would say about that.

It doesn't matter...

what anyone else thinks.

If you want to do it, you should fucking paint, bro.

- Emily. - The fuck?

You really should have returned my calls.

What are you doing here, Kyle?

Those messages...

I need to know what they meant.

You need to tell me what they meant

before we can start to rebuild our relationship.

I don't need to tell you anything.

They were private, they were mine

and you stole them.

And a man is dead.

I need to know what they meant, Em,

even if it's just to try to protect you.

You really flew 5,000 miles

just to tell me that?

OK, first up, I don't need your protection.

This isn't 1952.

Second...

there is no rebuilding our relationship.

You and me are done.

And third, you're really fucking weird.

John?

John?

Have you seen your brother?

In the garage, last time I looked.

You all ready for Friday, then?

As I'll ever be, love.

I'm not your love, Graham.

♪ Do what I want 'cause I can and if I don't ♪

♪ Because I wanna ♪

♪ Be ignored by the stiff and the bored ♪

♪ Because I'm gonna ♪

♪ Spit and retrieve 'cause I give and receive ♪

♪ Because I wanna ♪

Oh, my Christ.

What do you reckon?

Have you lost your fucking mind?

I slightly think I have.

It's rather wonderful, actually.

OK, John...

listen to me, please.

The trial starts in three days.

We really do need to sit down now

and go over stuff.

Oh, yeah. Sorry.

I've decided I'm not doing it, the trial.

They have my statement, your statement.

- That's enough. - What?

Tell them I'm ill, but that

I don't want to hold things up,

so, I'm fine with them just

relying on my written evidence.

John, you need to be there

to make our case properly.

Please.

We need this money.

We really don't, though, do we?

♪ Come on ♪

♪ Do believe I told you so ♪

OK, let's take it from the top,

and this time try it with a little bit

more oomph, off you go.

Representative historical samples...

relatively obtained to the effect...

that's good, right?

Er, why have you never mentioned this before?

We're getting to the business end now, aren't we?

And who else knows this?

Just me, I think.

And her of course.

She told me when she was pissed one night.

I'm not even sure she remembers.

And if I can find a corroboration of this,

you're happy for me to stand up in court and use it?

I think you have to.

And I think I can help with corroboration.

Hello, Reuben.

Where have you been hiding, then?

Been looking all over for you.

Excuse me.

Hi, how can I help?

Erm...

I have some information about the Jack Wright case.

How did you get these?

I forwarded them from her phone a few weeks ago.

With her permission?

Not exactly.

But she knows you have them?

Yeah.

OK, so obviously we need to go through these properly,

but these seem to suggest that...

she and Mr Maguire colluded

in some sort of plot against her grandfather.

That's how I read them, yeah.

And also...

perhaps even more troubling,

"If he gave me the whole company,

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

What does that mean?

I want to talk to the grandmother again.

Emily Wright used to live with her sporadically

- when she was growing up. - OK.

And let's just run every check we can on Jack Wright,

because seriously, what the hell did that message mean?

I know, and FYI, apparently Reuben Maguire

has a watertight alibi.

So, you have no recollection of sending these messages.

No comment.

Do you remember the meeting detailed here?

No comment.

This is with Jack Wright,

your boss when you worked at JK Wright,

on the 1st of August at your local pub,

the Phoenix Rising in Deptford.

No comment.

OK, you told my colleague after you were arrested

that on the night Mr Wright was murdered,

you were at a friend's house gaming

between about eight in the evening and two

in the morning.

So, we spoke to your mate, erm, Curtis Somerville?

- No comment. - Well, I'm not sure

you paid him enough, Reuben,

'cause once we told him

that this was a murder investigation,

he stopped being so sure you were there all that time.

Or at all, in fact.

So, where were you really that night?

No comment.

Is that blood?

- Kat? - So, alongside the bag,

we've also found burnt fragments of clothes

in a barbecue.

Wait, whose? Reuben's?

I'd guess. They appear to be jeans and a t-shirt,

which is pretty unisex.

Look, we are... we are definitely sure

that Emily was in California, right?

Well, I think we are.

- But... - This case...

You wanna call her in again, boss?

Have you spoken to the grandmother yet?

We have. Just trying to set up an appointment.

Alright, well, let's speak to her first.

See if we can stand up Kyle's claims.

In the meantime, just double... just triple check

Palo Alto, alright?

And Maguire?

Well, we have to RUI him until we know more.

Sure.

I hate where this is heading.

Yeah, I know.

Night, boss.

Alright, monsters. Pickle a story.

- All of them. - All of them.

What do you do mean all of them? No, you pick one

- and then you get tickled. - All of them.

- Pick. - All of them.

Pick and tickle. Pick one.

Oh, double tickle, double tickle, double tick...

John?

Oh, hi, erm... it's me.

Erm, I-I-I just wanted to say that, erm...

I... I really... erm...

I really miss you,

and, er...

...I'd love to see you.

And...

I wonder if you can ever forgive me.

Oh.

You want to know if I thought my ex-husband

was a child abuser?

And I understand that it's a difficult question.

Well, of course I didn't!

My God.

And unless I heard it directly from Emily's lips,

I wouldn't ever... I'm sorry to lose my temper,

but this... Kyle has for whatever reason got it very wrong.

So, she's never made any reference

to something like this to you?

Absolutely not.

Not the slightest hint. I mean...

Jack was... he was a very flawed man, no doubt.

He cheated on me from day one of our marriage.

But he wasn't like that.

That was just not who he was.

Oh, erm, you're here. I-I called you.

Did you? Sorry. Didn't hear.

Er, wh... Er, why are you packing a suitcase?

I'm gonna stay with Gray for a few days.

Why?

Keep an eye on him. But also...

That's what we were doing here. So...

If you just let me finish...

But also I think we need a break.

I think I need a break.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

You don't need a break.

You just need to... man up a bit.

I'll call you tomorrow.

John, please...

don't.

Please...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Good luck with the trial.

Hello, lovey.

All rise in the case of Wright versus Wright.

No one really knows what's going on in here.

No one really knows.

None of us have any idea

of other people's internal monologues.

Thank God.

I mean, can you imagine?

So, yeah.

People were shocked.

People were stunned.

I mean, what even is sanity?

Am I sane? Are you?

Is anyone?

Sometimes I think you'd have to be slightly mad to be sane.

I defy anyone to withstand

that sort of pressure.

It was intolerable.

I defy anyone not to have snapped.

♪ On the street, I'm a king-size killer ♪

♪ I can make your kingdom come ♪

♪ On my feet, I'm an earthquake shaking ♪

♪ So open up my little one ♪

♪ Hey, what are you looking at? ♪

♪ Who the hell do you think I am? ♪

♪ And what are you looking at? ♪

♪ Like you never seen a broken man ♪