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I really miss you.

I think we need a break. I think I need a break.

- They were private. - And a man is dead.

You and me are done.

I have some information about the Jack Wright case.

You want to know if my ex-husband was a child abuser?

Hello, Reuben.

So, where were you really that night?

- No comment. - So, when did you last see him?

Three days before he died.

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

- Who's my dad? - How do you think he found out?

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

Someone knew.

You know what? I actually wasn't nervous.

Maybe I thought I had nothing more to lose.

I mean, obviously, I was wrong there, but, yeah.

Moral of the story...

trust no one.

How much do any of us understand

why we do the things we do?

Why did we love this person?

Lie to that friend?

Why did we betray this partner?

Our interior lives are almost impossibly complex,

and at best, our understanding of our actions

is ephemeral, fragmentary, and subjective.

And if it's hard for us to understand ourselves,

it's doubly hard for others to understand us.

But hardest of all...

to understand the thoughts of a dead man,

the thoughts of Jack Wright.

A husband and father has a legal obligation in his will

to make due provision for both his wife

and dependent children.

So, let's not get sidetracked by

ethics and morals.

The more simple truth is

that Jack Wright failed to fulfil his legal duty.

Graham, his firstborn child, a devoted son

who sought his father's love and respect all of his life,

even in the face of repeated rejection.

We can't question him, we can't challenge him.

We can't tell him things we hope will change

the way he feels. And again, that's hard.

To never be able to understand

why he made the choices he did.

But... that does not mean the choices he made were wrong.

25 years of service John Wright gave his father,

on trust, with love, and from a place of huge respect,

only to be repaid with contempt, with mockery,

with financial disadvantage.

And that is simply unfair.

Every decision he made was the product of a careful,

considered, and rational process.

Our opinion on that cannot change

simply because we don't like what he thought,

what he wrote...

and in the end...

who he was.

So, the evidence found at Maguire's house

has all been examined.

We've not enough to charge him with yet,

so he's RUI'd for now,

But alongside the messages between him and Emily,

we do have to ask why he would've tried to

create a false alibi for the night of the murder.

Meanwhile, this guy doesn't seem at all keen

on answering our telephone calls.

So, we still have absolutely no idea

where he was on the 12th.

So, liaise with Europol.

Now I want a search done on his Paris office.

Graham Wright, are we still waiting on

his bank statements?

Yes, but I also put a flag on PNC

and got a ping back immediately.

- For? - So, he was admitted to

the Royal London a month ago

after he was violently assaulted in his flat.

- Wow, okay. - The uniform officer

spoke to his brother at the hospital,

who indicated that the assault

was related to a debt now paid,

and that they didn't want to take things further.

Okay. Well, just chase these bank statements, alright?

He's clearly in all sorts of financial difficulties.

And then Georgia Wright, we've just got

the speeding-ticket photo back from records,

which reveals there was someone sitting next to her

as her car drove at speed near Marston Hall,

about 20 minutes before we know that final call

between Sally and Jack ended.

That person is...

Mary Robbins, Jack Wright's housekeeper.

I founded it four years ago.

And as of today, how much is it valued at?

We had an offer of investment just a few weeks ago

that valued it at $4 million.

You're 24?

25 in a month.

I've never made a secret of it.

I've suffered from addiction problems me whole life.

And when did these start?

Oh, I remember the actual day.

- How old were you? - 13.

And this was where?

It was at me dad's.

Er, it was just after me parents had separated,

and I was with him for the weekend.

Except he was in his bedroom with his new girlfriend.

And so, I was having dinner with the groundsman

and Ray, his son.

And it was Ray who offered me a joint later that night.

And you said you remember the day specifically, why?

Oh, because it was Christmas Day.

And I know you normally speak to my wife, but, erm...

yeah, we're thinking about a few...

life changes, so...

I just wanted a bit of a snapshot valuation

of our portfolio, please.

How long were you married, Mrs. Wright?

17 years.

And those were 17 happy years?

Very.

And how did you celebrate that last anniversary?

We didn't.

- You didn't celebrate at all? - No.

- Why was that? - Because he forgot.

He forgot?

And, of course, in normal circumstances,

I might have mentioned it or reminded him,

but we'd always play this kind of game over the years

where he'd pretend to have forgotten,

and then, at some point during the day itself,

he'd, erm...

surprise me with some...

amazing celebration.

Such as?

Oh, er, for our 14th, he flew me to Mustique for a week.

For our, er, 10th, we had a hundred guests at the Savoy.

For our eighth, Duran Duran played in our house.

But this year...?

This year, nothing.

And as we approached midnight,

I realised that it wasn't a game.

This time he'd genuinely forgotten.

He had no recollection of it at all.

On that particular day...

his mind had gone.

And this from a man who we now sadly know

from the autopsy, had early signs of dementia.

How many people do you employ, Miss Wright?

Well, we're in the process of expanding

after this next funding round.

But right now, in full-time employment.

Seven.

Do you know how many people are currently on

the JK Wright payroll?

I don't have that figure in front of me, no.

Oh, it's, erm, it's 368...

as of last Friday.

Right.

Are you familiar with the term "nepo baby"?

Yes.

And could you tell the court, please,

what qualities you think you possess

that would qualify you to run a company

with a market cap more than 30 times yours?

Aside from your 12 months in the post room, of course.

I-I'm sorry, I'm confused. This says £7,426.

Yes.

But...

between us, we should have about 4 million,

about two in mine and the same in hers.

And as I say, I can't tell you what's in your wife's.

I can only give you your figure,

which is what's left after all your withdrawals.

What withdrawals?

The multiple withdrawals you've made

over the last five years, Mr. Wright.

I haven't made any withdrawals.

Mr. Wright, has it ever occurred to you

that your father's will was in,

in many ways, an act of kindness?

A painful act, but of the toughest love?

My father didn't know what love was, tough or otherwise.

Mm, but he knew what an addict was, though, didn't he?

Well, it was him who made me one, so, yeah,

I should hope so.

You say he was an inattentive father.

Can you tell me how much money

he gave you in the last 10 years?

No idea.

M'lady, exhibit 8A

will show bank statements

detailing transfers totalling £326,000

in just those 10 years.

I'd have preferred a hug.

Mr. Wright, would you tell the court what happened

to the £500 he gave you to buy your daughter

a 10th birthday present?

You signed a prenup, Mrs. Wright, is that correct?

Yes.

You are being handed now exhibit 12A,

which is a copy of that original signed agreement.

If you could go to the back page, please.

Do you recognise yours and your husband's signature there?

- Yes. - And are you happy to confirm

this is a copy of that agreement signed in 2007?

- Yes. - And can I ask you then

to turn to page five?

And can I ask you please to read

paragraph seven, clause B?

"In the event of the wife's proven

infidelity,

that behaviour shall be treated as conduct

that it is inequitable to disregard

pursuant to Section 25.2G

of the Matrimonial Causes Act 1973,

and the Inheritance Act 1975,

and shall have the effect of limiting

to the greatest possible extent

all claims for financial remedies howsoever arising

under the Matrimonial Causes Act 1973."

Did you break that clause, Mrs. Wright?

No.

I remind you, you are under oath,

and I am going to ask you again.

Did you break that clause?

He broke it repeatedly.

This isn't about him.

- This is entirely about him. - Did you?

He handed me that prenup on the morning of the wedding.

- Answer the question, please. - And said if I didn't sign it,

he'd call it off, and so I did.

Because I loved him.

Mrs. Wright, I suggest that you did break it.

- Erm, objection, M'lady. - Overruled.

And that furthermore, on a night out in 2020,

you confided in Emily Wright

that you suspected your son, Joshua,

might not be Jack's.

Whatever I told you that night, I would have told you

in total confidence. I took you into our family,

tried to be a mother to you, and you do this.

You betrayed Josh and me for money.

I mean, how does that even feel?

How did it feel when you did it to my grandfather?

The police are circling this one,

so I wouldn't get too close if I were you.

Might get your wings burnt.

- That was fucking low. - Not as low

as you actually spending the money on crack.

Yeah, and I regret that to this day.

But you think it's okay to punish me

by bringing it up in the courtroom?

Oh, my Christ. Does no one remember

that I didn't fucking start this?

And you're not gonna finish it, either.

It's alright, love.

Is this you in the car with Georgia Wright?

Yes, it's me.

So, this is timed about 20 minutes

before Jack's phone call to his wife,

and before he was subsequently shot.

You are approximately eight minutes by car

away from Marston Hall.

Er, we were, erm...

on our way there to pick up my car.

Okay. And where had you been?

Out for dinner?

Is there something we're missing, Mary?

Erm...

G and I were a thing, we had been

for quite a few years.

How many is "quite a few"?

Five this Christmas.

Is this something her husband knew about?

I don't think so.

Erm, I mean, look, I'm divorced.

Erm, we saw each other once a month or so.

It was just something that suited us both.

You're describing it in the past tense.

So you're no longer together?

No.

Why?

Well, as I said, erm...

I thought we were going out for dinner,

but, erm...

it turned out she wanted me to do something for her.

Do what?

She wanted me to go into Jack's office

to see if I could find copies

of a particular document.

Which document?

His will.

Right.

And did you... do what she asked?

God, no. Erm, no.

I mean, it's grossly unprofessional.

I mean, it's possibly even illegal.

And how did she take that?

Not well.

Yeah, not well at all. Erm...

It caused a huge row.

Erm, in fact, she cut the evening short

and drove me back, at speed,

to pick up my car.

I'd never seen her like that before.

She seemed desperate.

When she dropped you off, did you see her drive away?

My car was parked round the back of the house,

and, erm...

by the time I got around the front again, her car had gone.

But I presume there are plenty of other places

for Georgia to park up on the estate?

More secluded places.

Yeah.

Yeah, there are plenty.

Every motorway camera, every CCTV,

every Ring camera, I want to work out exactly

what time Georgia Wright drove out of here.

Hello, Frances? Everything okay?

So, I think that you should know

Cher's been taken into A&E.

Graham Wright's bank statements, last six months.

Finally.

Have a look at page 24.

On the night Jack died,

Graham's in a pub about seven miles from Marston.

Oh, how's she doing?

Oh, they think some swelling

is now pressing on her medulla,

which is probably why she fainted.

Oh, poor love.

They can reduce the inflammation with steroids, but...

time's running out, Bobby, they need the money.

But it can wait for a day or two, can't it?

Just till the judgement, just in case the...

I've already transferred it, love.

Trust me, it'll be fine.

Gambling.

What sort of gambling?

Any sort.

Bitcoin...

currency markets,

poker, football, anything,

everything...

you could bet on, which...

turns out is quite a lot.

Why?

Because when I won,

it filled the great big fucking hole

at the centre of my life.

Which would be me?

No.

It was never your fault, John.

Maybe it wasn't mine, either.

I think we just both married the wrong person.

I'm sorry I couldn't be more like my dad.

So...

how much have you lost?

All of it.

Your portfolio, my portfolio...

and... the house is mortgaged to the hilt.

Josh?

What are you doing here? Why aren't you at school?

Did you not ever think about how it would be for me, Mum?

Having everything revealed in a fucking courtroom

to the whole world?

Did you not ever think about that?

I genuinely didn't think it would've happened.

I told you it was gonna smash everything up.

And for what?

For nothing.

I'm gonna make it okay, Joshie.

I swear, I'm gonna make it all okay.

This is from Arnaud Tissier's work diary

for two weeks beginning 4th of November.

So, he comes over on the 9th?

On the Eurostar.

Has a meeting at 78 Finsbury,

which is a coffee shop 50 yards from Jack's office.

Returns to Paris.

- Okay. - Look at the 12th.

CCP Depart 21:00.

Cougar Charter Paris,

it's a private helicopter service.

And where does it fly to?

Anywhere you want within

a 300-mile fuel limitation.

How many miles to Marston?

238.

And what did they say, the CCP company?

They say they can't find the flight log.

They also sounded pretty scared.

My guess is Tissier let them know

exactly who he is.

Yeah.

So, when was the last time you saw your father, Graham?

The Thursday before he died.

Like I already said.

Okay.

Showing the suspect exhibit GW01.

A James Brothers bank statement.

Whose statement is that, please, Graham?

Well, it's got my name and address on it,

so, I guess, mine.

It is yours.

And what period does this statement cover?

Er...

5th of November

to the 21st... 2024.

Are there any entries dated

the 12th of November?

One.

For how much?

73.49.

Can we cut to the fucking chase, please?

I'd love to. Did you kill your father?

- No. - In which case,

what business is that debit to?

It says The Bull and Heron.

What time was the payment made?

21:26.

Showing suspect exhibit GW02.

Copy of the till receipt

for a meal at The Bull and Heron.

I say meal... you ate a pasty.

The rest of the bill is alcohol.

Two bottles of Malbec, to be precise.

And just to help you out, The Bull and Heron

is in a village called Flitwick,

which is about seven miles from Marston Hall.

So...

is the truth, Graham,

that you drove up to see your dad again

to ask for money to pay your debt to Eddie Eliot?

That you bolstered yourself

with a couple of bottles of wine,

- and you drove over there? - No.

I don't think you're a naturally violent man, Graham. I...

Yeah, maybe you just wanted to scare him.

- No. - But you went into that

water tower, you successfully

unlocked the gun from the cabinet this time,

to go over to the main house,

except he walks in and surprises you.

- That's not what happened. - Maybe he gets angry.

Maybe he tries to grab the gun.

Maybe the gun goes off accidentally,

- and suddenly you're in a... - I crashed me car.

I was gonna go to his house,

but I never got there,

'cause this little old biddy in a Honda Jazz

pulled right out in front of me,

and I just...

I panicked and I drove off.

Except the radiator was fucked,

so, I had to dump the motor in Ripley,

and in the end, I got the train back to London.

There's no train tickets on this statement, Graham.

I jumped the barrier.

You can check the station's CCTV.

And that... is the truth.

Local plod's just confirmed the car's still there in Ripley.

There was also a report of a failure

to stop at 10:00 that night.

Driver sustained a broken wrist,

only got a partial plate, hence NFA.

In worse news,

we also can't find any useful footage

to exclude Georgia Wright.

First time we pick up her car is at 23:07 on the A13,

which proves nothing one way or the other.

- Hey. - Mr. Wright, it's Susan Alleyn.

We have a judgement, 10 o'clock tomorrow.

Beth.

- Beth? - Beth:

You there?

I'm home.

Home where?

The UK.

I'm home and...

I want the kids back.

Where are you going?

London.

And, listen, you can keep this,

whatever's left of it.

I never liked it anyway.

I wish you happiness, George.

I really do.

All rise, please.

This is the hand down of judgement

in the case of Wright versus Wright.

It is not for this court to comment on the substance

of the prenuptial agreement signed by Mrs. Wright.

I'm here to offer judgement only on what is before me.

And I find that in respect of his wife and her son, Joshua,

the bequests made by Mr. Wright

are consistent with, and supported by

the exclusions and conditions laid out in that agreement.

It's clear in e-mails provided by the defence

that in August of this year,

Mr. Wright had hair samples of Joshua

subjected to a DNA test.

This test, to the best of his knowledge,

subsequently confirmed his suspicion

that he was not Joshua's father

and, by implication, that his wife, Sally Wright,

had been unfaithful.

The court requires that an independent

DNA comparison be made now

to corroborate those results

but makes the interim judgement

to deny the claim made by the third Mrs. Wright.

The lab just called. They've sent over the results

of the blood tests on Reuben Maguire's clothes.

- Hello. - Oh, hi, Lesley.

Er, very quickly.

So, the Speckmans money

obviously goes through on Friday,

but can you do me a favour?

The 1.75 we saved on the deal,

I've just had a rather attractive offer

from our bank for a six-month fix.

If I give you the details, can you slide that

into a new account for me, please?

Yes, sure. I'll get that done this afternoon.

Super.

I'll e-mail that over to you now.

- Thanks so much. - Okay.

In the matter of John and Graham Wright's claim

that their father's will did not make reasonable

financial provision, I find in their favour.

Judgement on how exactly the estate

might be more fairly distributed

will be delivered tomorrow.

All rise.

Em.

Emily.

- I'm sorry. - For what?

You got what you wanted.

But I never wanted you to lose out.

That is so Graham Wright.

Pretending to be sorry for an outcome

you set out to make happen.

It was never about you, though.

It was always just about him.

And whatever I... I do end up with,

you... you can have it, I swear.

Oh, can I? Can I, Dad? Can I have it all, then?

Can I have all the fucking money?

It was only ever about him.

- Emily Wright? - Yes.

I'm arresting you on suspicion

- of soliciting to murder. - What?

You do not have say anything,

but it may harm your defence...

Whoa, what are you doing?

Please step back, mate. ...something which

you later rely on in court.

She hasn't killed anybody.

...given in evidence. This way please.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - Dad.

Dad!

That is my daughter, mate.

Em, Emily.

Em...

I'm sorry.

So, are these your clothes, Reuben?

- No comment. - Maybe they're someone else's?

- No comment. - And why'd you

- try to destroy 'em? - No comment.

Was it because you knew they had the victim's blood

all over them?

- No comment. - 'Cause that's what we found,

Jack Wright's blood on the burnt remains of a t-shirt,

pair of jeans, and in a bag stuffed behind your wardrobe.

Can you tell us anything about this?

No comment.

Where were you on the night of November 12th, Reuben?

- No comment. - Alright, Reuben, look,

Reuben, if you had nothing to do with this,

this is your chance to clear your name right now.

So...

where were you?

No comment.

Was it her idea?

Did you do it for her?

For your girlfriend, Emily?

No comment.

So, your fiancé came into the station, Emily,

and showed us some very worrying messages of yours

that he'd forwarded from your phone.

Showing the suspect EW01,

a printout of five messages sent between April

and November 2024 between you and Reuben Maguire.

Can you read the second message, please?

"He deserves everything we've got planned and more."

"Everything we've got planned."

What does that mean, Emily?

No comment.

What had the pair of you planned?

- No comment. - We know that Jack

started to change his will

three days after he met Maguire.

Is this you and Maguire discussing that plot?

- No comment. - Okay. Could you read

message number three, please?

- Why don't you read it? - How about I read it?

"If he gave me the whole company,

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

"For what he did to me that night."

What did he do to you, Emily?

No comment.

Sounds serious, if leaving you a company

worth a hundred million still wouldn't make up for it.

No comment.

What about this last one?

From Reuben to you on the 4th of November,

"How long do you think he'll live?

Do your family have good genes?"

After that, he's put a wink-face emoji,

to which you reply with a laughing-face emoji.

What is that about?

No comment.

Yeah, I'm sure.

Okay, let me tell you where we are, Emily.

I think, for whatever reason,

you had some deep-seated animus

against your grandfather.

You knew money meant more to him than most.

I think maybe it means more to you than most.

- Bullshit. - So, you hatched a plot

to have him change his will

- to your financial advantage. - Not true.

But you got bored waiting for him to die.

- No. - So, you had Reuben, a violent

- ex-offender, kill him. - Absolutely not.

Which is why your grandfather's blood

is all over clothes we found

in Reuben's house.

What clothes?

The burnt remains of a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

Those clothes are mine.

John?

On a night in August 2014,

when I was 13,

and... he thought I was asleep

on a sofa after watching a movie...

he touched me...

here.

My grandfather.

I pretended to stir.

He moved away,

and that was it.

One action...

One touch...

...which only lasted a few seconds...

...but which...

changed my life...

forever.

Like most kids, I tried to minimise it.

He was drunk.

It was only once.

He was fucked up.

His ex-wife had

committed suicide a few months before.

But still, I needed to...

make sure I was safe.

And so, from that night on,

I only saw him when I needed to.

The job at JK Wright,

family things.

I always tried to...

not be on my own with him.

But about six months ago,

when...

I was back in the UK to see Rose,

I realised...

it was 10 years.

So, I decided to go and see him.

I needed him...

to acknowledge it,

what he'd done to me,

what he'd taken.

And so, I told him...

that...

I hadn't been asleep,

that I'd known, that I'd always known

that he sexually assaulted me.

I don't know what I expected him to say,

but...

I guess I wasn't surprised by how he did react,

which was to do exactly what he always did

when anyone confronted him...

attack, humiliate, deny.

And I wasn't gonna let him do that to me.

So, I turned to leave,

except he grabbed my wrist to try and stop me.

So, I swung my elbow back round to his face, hard,

really fucking hard.

And...

there was blood everywhere.

I was screaming at him.

He was screaming at me, trying to hold on.

And then, suddenly, I was in the street,

getting a cab to Reuben's.

And there, I changed out of my clothes

and into some clean ones he lent me.

I don't know why he kept them.

But those clothes were mine.

Reuben Maguire did not kill my grandfather.

And I most definitely did not ask him to.

We know that they blackmailed him.

The messages pretty explicitly suggest that.

They do.

We know that Maguire,

despite multiple opportunities to do so,

has not provided us with an alibi

on the night of the murder.

- He hasn't. - And most importantly,

we know we have the victim's blood all over clothes

hidden at Maguire's house.

Which she says are hers.

Well, she would do, wouldn't she?

Or she's on the hook for solicitation.

Do you think she made that up about Jack?

I don't know.

I don't know.

But 74 and not a whiff of

anything like that ever before.

I think the CPS will bite our hands off, boss.

Yeah, well, let's call 'em.

Oh, fuck!

Hey.

What are you doing in my house, Arnaud?

This is very wrong.

So, you lost.

Lost what?

Your case.

You dumb bitch.

For now, maybe, yes, but...

I need that money.

I need it fast.

And I'm not sure you have been taking me seriously.

Arnaud, I can't, I...

I don't have access to his accounts.

They're all frozen, and I don't have spare millions

just lying around.

Except of course you do.

Other assets you can sell.

Not worth that much.

You're lying, Sal.

I'm not.

So, just know this.

It doesn't end well for people

who don't take me seriously.

3 million by Friday.

A bientot.

In assessing how the bequests

of the late Jack Wright

might be redistributed more equitably,

and in line with the judgements I've already made,

I've tried to balance the needs and rights of all claimants

to the estate as best as possible.

Murder for Maguire, solicitation to murder for her.

No award has been made in isolation

but as part of a bigger picture.

And to award them what I felt they truly deserved.

In the matter of Emily Wright's appointment

as Chief Executive,

her receipt of her grandfather's company shares,

and £15 million,

Emily Wright is clearly a young woman

of exceptional character and ability,

and I thus uphold the first two of these bequests

in their entirety.

Miss Wright and her grandfather

clearly had an unusual connection.

It's perfectly legitimate that, in her,

he saw the future of his company

would be in the safest possible hands.

Heathrow, please.

Given the value of the shares,

I have, however, reduced

her monetary bequest to 5.4 million.

Now, I've done this largely to accommodate

the needs of his two eldest sons, John and Graham,

who I believe are entitled to a sum of £5 million each.

To further facilitate this,

I have also reduced the bequest

to his first wife, Rose,

who he had been divorced from for nearly 40 years,

to £100,000.

And that concludes this judgement.

There's a report online.

Emily's been arrested.

Emily Corazon Wright,

You are charged that at a time between

the 18th of April and the 12th of November 2024,

you did solicit the murder of Jack Kenton Wright,

contrary to section four

of the Offences Against the Person Act 1861.

Do you have anything to say?

I'm innocent.

In the end, you'd have to say

the will echoed the life.

Cruel,

narcissistic,

messy,

but also, oddly opaque.

Because even now I reach for a desire to believe

that maybe there was love there, too.

An attempt, subconscious or not,

to... to liberate us from money.

But then I remember Emily...

cut from the same cloth.

I look at her, and I see him.

And then I see...

Well, I tell you what I don't see.

Innocence.

In her or that piece of shit.

Pot and kettle, I hear you say.

And maybe you're right.

I mean, I did kill a man.

So, I'm not exactly innocent myself, am I?

I really think I should come in with you, Rose.

Oh, no, no, sorry.

But I don't even know if they'll let me see her.

If they do, I'd rather we were alone, if you don't mind.

Call me when you're done.

Will do.

Afternoon.

Can I help you, Madam?

Yes, I think you can.

I want to make a confession, please.

Okay.

Erm, a confession to what exactly?

Murder.

It was me.

I killed Jack Wright.

♪ All eyes on me ♪

♪ All eyes on me ♪

♪ All eyes on me ♪

♪ Living it up, gettin' started, time to press play ♪

♪ Plugging it in, level 10, till the earth shakes ♪

♪ But when I'm wild and I'm free ♪

♪ No control, any doubt ♪

♪ Mix it up, stir it, and I pour it around ♪

♪ Wind on my back, clouds at my feet ♪

♪ And I'm moving to a brand-new beat ♪

♪ All eyes on me ♪