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(clanging, clattering)

(noisy, distant chatter)

(door clangs loudly)

(footsteps approaching)

(lighter flicks)

Oh, certainly I thought I knew him.

(blows smoke)

I knew his family.

I mean, I thought I knew myself.

(scoffs)

Obviously I was wrong.

(door creaks)

John: Well, the police reached their conclusions.

My family reached theirs.

And then...I reached mine.

Graham: Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing.

'Cause here we all still banging on about

two years later.

And I don't like to speak ill of the dead or anything,

but...what happened to him, pfft...

bastard deserved it all.

Emily: I mean, it's only really got one job,

your family...

to love you.

Can I get you anything else?

No, that's perfect.

Healthily, selflessly...

unconditionally.

That's all it needed to do.

(wind howling)

JACK: He's a teenager.

He's genetically programmed to be lazy.

I wasn't lazy at school.

Well, girls are societally programmed to please,

which is why they fall behind when they enter work.

Failure is such a novel concept

when they encounter it...

it knocks them sideways.

Sally: And this is why I fell in love with you.

Your unerring ability to talk total cock

with absolute conviction.

(chuckles) I think you think that's an insult.

Women actually fall behind because they leave

to have children.

Hey, why let the facts get in the way?

Well, whatever.

The lad needs a kick up the arse.

Tell him to buck his bloody ideas up.

He needs his qualifications.

See you in town tomorrow?

Maybe.

Meeting's shifted.

You staying in Paris?

Mmm. I have a four o'clock in the city.

Okay, I'll call you in the morning...

when I know me day.

(sighs) Cool.

I'm a bit tired now, baby, so I'm gonna say night-night.

Night-night.

And Sal...

I do love you.

Well, I do love you too...

very much.

Hopefully see you tomorrow.

(bird twittering)

(fire crackling)

(slurping)

(traffic humming)

(door closes)

(leaves rustling)

(door closes)

(gunshot) (crows cawing)

(pigeons cooing)

(siren blaring)

(telephone ringing)

(receiver clangs)

SALLY: Allô?

Er, yes, this is she.

What?

(sobs) No, no, no, no, no.

(cries, screams)

It was the cook.

That was quick.

Who found him. She gets up at five a.m.

to make his breakfast. He used to start work at six.

Why would you start work at six a.m. if you owned all this?

Yeah, and was 74?

Did she move him at all? Attempt any resuscitation?

Oh, no. She says not. But she's in a bit of a state,

to be honest. I think they all are.

And did anyone have any clue this was coming?

No, in fact, the housekeeper just said

if ever there was a man less likely to kill himself.

Okay, I want to speak to every single person

who lives or works here.

(baby screaming, crying)

You know what? On second thoughts,

I think I would like you to come in.

I'm suddenly quite nervous.

Not a problem. I shall be right here by your side.

(mobile rings)

Thanks, Bobby.

(waiting room chatter)

Sally, hello, nice surprise. How are you?

Oh, no.

- Sally: He's dead. - Oh, no.

(background chatter)

Rob.

- Sir. - For Mikey.

Oh, wow. Thank you, Sir.

It's not every day you become a teenager, is it?

Tell him to spend it unwisely.

Have a good day, Rob. (mobile rings)

Hello, Mum, how are you today?

(briefcase thumps)

(mobile buzzing)

Alright, Jono?

Long time.

What's up?

You what?

No.

No. No!

Gray?

(mobile buzzes) KYLE: Em?

Em, your cell, baby.

Dad?

What the fuck?

(crows cawing)

DS WILSON: Forensics?

HECTOR: Yeah, you know, just to give the scene

a quick once over, you know,

rule out any other possibilities.

DS WILSON: What other possibilities?

I don't know, but...

shooting yourself in the chest is not that...common.

And I just Googled the guy,

and he's worth north of a hundred million.

DS WILSON: From what?

HECTOR: Bricks.

DS WILSON: Bricks?

From bricks.

DS WILSON: This is gonna turn into one of your

'investigations', isn't it?

You can have two guys.

Thank you.

(car door opens)

(police radio chatter) (car door closes)

Bobby: Rose?

Sorry. Cou...could you repeat the question?

Of course.

I was just asking if you understood everything,

what the results mean?

That it's now inoperable?

Yes.

I wonder if he had something.

I mean, I can't think of any other reason

why he'd do something like that.

Would you like to come back another day, Mrs Wright,

to discuss your protocol, I mean?

No, ju...just give Bobby all the details.

He, he's very good with stuff like that.

Just give him the details and that'll be fine.

I need to call my husband's wife.

ROSE: ...and I just wanted to say I'm here for you Sally,

day or night.

"I do love you."

Rose, I mean, what's that about?

"I do love you." What did that mean?

ROSE: That he did.

Whatever happened last night, he...he wanted you to know

that he absolutely adored you,

as...as he did the kids.

Then how could he do this to us? (sobbing)

How could he leave me and his children like this?

It makes no sense.

I know it doesn't. And I'm so, so sorry.

Have you told them yet, the children?

SALLY: Erm, I'm travelling back to the school now.

Rose, I've got a million calls I have to make.

But listen, I'll probably head over to Marston, er,

first thing tomorrow, if you want to come over?

Of course. Call me when you arrive.

God bless, my lovely.

You, too. Bye now.

We only spoke yesterday.

I rang him about the acquisition.

We spoke for 20 minutes about the future...

about where he wanted us to be in five years.

Well, some practical considerations.

I've cancelled the rest of the week's meetings for you,

but I've kept the board meeting in for tomorrow,

given some important decisions

will need to be made now.

(office chatter, phone ringing)

What would I do without you?

Your father used to say the same.

And he was left-handed?

Er, yes he was, yeah.

Er, do you recognise the gun?

That is his.

And he was competent handling it?

Well, he'd been around guns all his life.

He knew how to handle them.

Listen, I'd be very surprised if this was accidental.

And can you contact all my clients ASAP?

Tell them I, erm, I'm gonna be off grid for...

at least a month.

Thank you.

Thanks, Paul.

(children playing in background)

But what I do know, what I can say,

without a scintilla of doubt,

is that he cared more about you

than anyone else in the world.

Yeah, right.

Joshie.

Your dad adored you.

No one who loves someone

does something like that.

Oh, sweetheart.

I wasn't that keen on him while he was alive.

I like him even less now he's dead.

Josh.

(door creaks)

(door slams)

Shh, shh, shh.

And who else has a key to the gun cabinet?

Just me and Mr Wright and Mr Coates.

The estate manager.

Er, right.

And you live here?

No, um, no.

I live in the village with my daughter,

which is where I was from six last night.

Got it.

Okay, thank you, Mary.

(police radio chatter)

EMMA: All of this, the business,

even moving here,

was all because of him, so...

I know, baby.

Do they know when the funeral is?

(sighs) It'll be sometime next week.

So, yeah, you'll have to do Ipcon.

Of course.

(birds twittering)

Look, all I'll say is that it's you

who's been prepping this for two years.

It's you the investors are gonna wanna speak to.

I have no choice, Kyle.

Then we'll make it work.

Thank you.

(drawer trundles open)

- That were his dad's. - Oh.

Sorry, er, Mary told me you were up here.

I...I can wait downstairs.

No, please stay.

I can't decide...

what to dress him in, Rose.

Well, you're on the right lines with that.

He hated suits, didn't he?

Yeah.

Okay.

How about we try cords for trousers?

God knows why, but he loved his bloody cords.

(wardrobe opens)

You know, he never listened to a single track I made.

Never came to a single gig.

When was the last time you saw him?

Years ago.

I mean, really...

what was the fucking point?

But...(claps hands)

now that he's gone, Belle,

it means things are gonna change.

How do you mean?

How do you think?

I'm his first-born.

He'll still have looked after me,

which means I can now look after you,

get you back in that studio,

get some marketing money behind you this time,

and this...

things are gonna change.

(kiss) (knocking on door)

(door opens)

Er, got Mr Elliot on the phone.

Apparently you're meant to be meeting with him.

Fuck.

Tell him I'm on me way.

(groans) Oh.

Erm, tell him I've had a bereavement.

Change of plan, Mum.

Sorry, I think there might be some kind of

misunderstanding here, Mrs Wright.

I don't see why. It's a simple enough question.

How long might probate take?

Yes, obviously I understand the question.

I...I'm just not sure why you're asking me.

Because you're our lawyer.

Er, I'm your lawyer,

but I'm not your late husband's lawyer.

I'm sorry?

Right. I assumed he would have told you.

My apologies.

Told me what?

That your husband dis-instructed us

about three months ago.

The will we drew up for him is now null and void.

In fact, we shredded both copies of it in this office in...

early August.

SALLY: And I've just learnt that my late husband

instructed you to write a new will for him.

And I was hoping you could call me back, please.

A-S-A-P.

Thank you so much.

And we signed two new artists last month

who we have very high hopes for.

Er, so basically, yeah...

very positive news.

Pleased to hear that, Gray.

Thank you.

(background restaurant chatter)

And, erm, my money?

Coming, Eddie, very soon.

Er, Spotify payments are due end of the month, and...

(punch) Urgh, oh.

God. (groans) Ah.

I think you broke me fucking nose, Ed.

Oh, my God.

Fifty grand...by next Friday.

Sorry for your loss.

(Gray sighs)

Oh, fuck.

(vomiting)

(toilet flushes)

(door unlocks)

(sighs)

(water running)

(spitting)

(sighs deeply)

Help me out here, Dad.

(door rumbles open)

(door rumbles shut)

Morning, everyone.

ALL: Morning, John.

(police siren blares distantly)

(clears throat)

(chair rattles, clanks)

(clears throat nervously)

So...

I'd like to start, if I may, by thanking everyone

for their kind messages.

My father would have been deeply touched

by the many lovely sentiments expressed in them.

He really would.

And then he'd have stuck all the cards in a drawer,

said, "That's all well and good,

but we still have bricks to bake."

Yeah.

(clears throat)

And so, with that very much in mind,

I'm going to ask you now to look at item number one

on the agenda today.

The vote...

for myself to take over

as Acting Chief Executive with immediate effect.

Nothing much to say on this one.

Erm, I believe it's what my father would have wanted,

and it's certainly what I believe, as COO,

would be in the company's best interest right now.

And so...

I ask you to cast your votes now, please.

All those in favour?

Thank you.

Thank you.

And did you know that he hadn't told me?

- I'd guessed. - And did he say why

he hadn't told me?

- No. - But he seemed sane

and rational to you?

- He did. - Because you know how he died?

I do.

And, er...

all I can say is on the several occasions we met, he...

always seemed completely in charge of his faculties.

Yeah.

But, er, in terms of what happens now,

and as his executor...

I was his executor.

Mr Wright did leave very specific instructions

as to how he wished things to proceed.

A number of these letters are being sent out as we speak,

detailing the date, time, place for a will reading.

- A reading? - Yes.

I'm sorry, I thought you would have brought it here now.

- Brought what? - The will. The fucking...

his new will. I'm so sorry.

Right, uh, no.

I'm his wife, Laura.

We have two children.

I need to see his will.

And those were his instructions, I'm afraid.

(envelope tears)

And this is...

next Friday?

He, er, he wanted it the day after the funeral,

which I believe is Thursday.

And are you allowed to tell me who else is invited?

Mm, I'm not, I'm afraid.

He very much wanted it to be a surprise.

(car rumbling) ♪ Gotta let it go ♪

♪ My man ♪ (knocking on door)

(door opens)

Oh, Nan.

I know my lovey, I know.

Oh. (sighs)

I don't know what they're feeding you out there.

Whatever it is you need seconds. - (laughs)

Come on. I've got a hotpot in the oven.

♪ Try and make up ♪

And he'd had no history of...depression, or...

any mental health issues that you knew about?

Nope.

Not that I was aware of.

I mean, I know he'd been drinking when we spoke,

so maybe he...

wanted to clean the gun or...

go after some rats, or...

I don't know I just, erm...

I don't believe he would have done that deliberately.

So, you think it was an accident of some sort?

I can't think of any other explanation right now.

And that last call, what time was that?

(clears throat) Er, about 9:30.

And you were here?

No, we also have a... a place in Paris.

- I was...I was there for work. - Right.

Okay, well, I'm sure you have lots to sort out.

I will get out of your hair.

(sighs) Thank you.

(footsteps receding)

Sorry, just one more thing.

Did you know of anyone who

might have wanted any harm to come to your husband?

- Harm? - Yeah.

You think someone could have done this to him?

I just have to eliminate all possibilities.

No, no, I'm sorry. I don't.

Okay. Well, thank you very much for your time, Mrs Wright,

and once again, I'm so sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

(door opens)

(door bangs shut)

JOHN: I meant to say, Gray rang earlier,

said he's actually got a dodgy knee,

so, it'll be one of the undertakers

beside me now.

And then...

Josh and Jack's estate manager at the back.

Well, I...

I think that's good that Gray isn't doing it.

Leaves you at the front on your own,

which is exactly where you should be.

You're head of the family now, John.

Not her...

or her boy.

Not your brother.

You. - (chuckles)

And we want everyone

to see that.

Because, by God,

have you served your time.

We both have.

(pats gently)

(lipstick pops open)

That business...with our solicitors, George.

Stop.

That is something only you and I know about

and need never be mentioned again, okay?

Not to family, not to work, not to anyone.

Okay?

I'll wait downstairs.

(footsteps receding down stairs)

He would've been very proud of you both.

How strong you're being.

Please don't.

He would also have said there's nowt like a good blub.

(stifled sob)

So, if you feel like crying, you go right ahead.

That's fine, too.

For you too, Mum.

(exhales) Absolutely.

(door opens)

(door closes)

I meant to say about your dad,

I know he's genuinely looking forward to seeing you.

So, if you could be civil to him.

Just for today...and for me.

I'd really appreciate it.

Yeah, of course.

(church bell tolls)

(choral singing)

In the name of the Father, the Son,

and the Holy Spirit, amen.

Please, do sit.

Well, welcome everyone to this, our chance today

to say a very fond farewell to Jack Kenton Wright.

A much-loved dad,

granddad, husband, and friend.

So, our chance to say goodbye, but also our chance

to celebrate

what was a remarkable life.

Jack was born the last of eight children in 1950

in Mary Street, Swinton,

at that time a rundown suburb of Manchester,

to John and Elsie Wright.

His father a labourer,

his mother a washerwoman

who had themselves met in a Salford workhouse.

(snorting loudly)

(claps)

(crows cawing)

(people chattering)

EMILY: It's a new kind of social media company.

And, what's your role within the company, Emily?

Uh, it's mine. I own it. I'm Chief Exec.

Hm-mm. (chuckles)

No, he nabbed me straight out of uni.

Don't think I stood a chance.

So yeah, 25 years now, man and boy.

And what was he like to work for?

Oh, tough.

You know, no favouritism.

Had me in the post room for the first year.

But fair.

Firm but fair.

And he still rang her, you know, every day.

To ask her advice on things, or...or just to natter.

So, you and me mum,

you're not shagging her or 'owt, are ya?

- No, what? - Or planning on getting hitched

or anything like that?

We...we're companions, Graham...

Because I...you know, I can't help but notice

that you are a bit of a toy-boy,

- Bobby, mate. - A what?

And a confirmed bachelor she said,

before you met her.

So, uh, it all just feels a bit...

As I...as I just said, er, Graham,

we're companions and, and, and that's all there is to it.

Alright, alright, alright.

Keep your hair on, big man.

BELLA: ...and although they hadn't actually seen each other

in the last few years,

he felt they were still very close, spiritually.

In fact, Gray always said he felt him and his dad

were cut very much from the same cloth.

- Did he? - He thinks that's why

they never got on. Too similar.

Both very creative and also quite self-destructive.

Right, right, er, s...sorry, excuse me.

And you didn't think to send me your new address?

Dad, you once moved house without telling me

whilst I was still living there.

I absolutely did not.

You did. I came back from a weekend with Mum,

to another family answering the door.

I was 12.

Err, that's enough, matey.

I'm fine, Mum.

I'm big and brave and strong, remember?

You okay?

- Hey, handsome. - Hey, Em.

Oh, look at you all tall and hairy.

Last time I saw you, you were showing me

how many frozen peas you could shove

under your foreskin. (laughter)

Ow.

And he's up there on every wall, looking down on you,

and, oh, boy, you'd best be on your toes

because if you mess up,

well, I wouldn't put it past the old bastard

to make a comeback.

Time to go now, John.

Big day tomorrow.

Go get some sleep.

(bottles, glasses clinking)

- Night, Sal. - Night, darling.

- Night. - Goodnight.

(birds twittering) HECTOR: Ah-ah-ah-ah.

- Apples, carrots, chicken. - No, my chicken, you haven't...

- Pepper? - E...Ellie, I'll tell you what,

why don't we get...look, okay.

Here, Mama, look, Mama.

Please eat me.

(mobile buzzes)

One for you, that's for you.

That is for me.

Er...

Morgan.

Hector. It's Andy Dawson,

I've just done the post-mortem on Jack Wright.

Do you have five minutes to pop over?

Erm...

Er, yeah, no, sure I'll be... I'll be right there.

Alright, let's go. Seriously, shoes.

Leave that, go. Let's off, ba-ba-ba-ba.

Come on, come on, come on.

And I don't know why I ever expected my dad to change,

but, hey, it's all good.

Just missing you.

KYLE: Well, I'm missing you too. (phone vibrates)

Although I've been prepping for Ipcon,

so, I've not really had too much time...

But listen, they're calling us into the reading,

so better run. I'll ring you

from Heathrow this afternoon.

KYLE: Yeah. Cool.

Okay. Love you. Speak later.

KYLE: Love... (beep)

Hey... (crow caws)

everything okay?

REUBEN: Everything's fine.

I just wanted to say good luck.

And let's hope he kept his word.

I'll call you as soon as it's done.

(crow caws)

(sighs)

What I am about to read is not the will itself.

That's a long and detailed legal document,

which is available to be read

by everyone invited here today,

er, as soon as this first document is read.

This document is, er, a letter of wishes

written in conjunction with the will, by Jack.

Both documents were validly signed and witnessed

in my presence just a... a month or so ago.

(seal snaps)

(paper rustles)

"To my family, my friends, and my work colleagues.

Thank you for coming this morning.

I'm only sorry I couldn't be with you all."

(scoffs)

"I'm going to be brief as I know

you all have busy lives,

and I suspect there'll be lots to discuss

after hearing my last wishes.

In which regard, please believe me

when I say that no decision was taken lightly,

but after long and careful consideration,

of what I believed to be right and fair.

After all bequests have been effected,

the residue of my estate shall be left to the three charities

stipulated in my full last will and testament."

"The bequests."

"To my estate manager and friend, Derek Coates,

I bequeath the sum of one million pounds.

To my work colleague and friend, Annie Rouse,

I bequeath the sum of one million pounds."

(scoffs)

"To my first wife, Rose Wright,

I bequeath the sum of five hundred thousand pounds.

To my eldest daughter, Asha Bell,

I bequeath the sum of two million pounds."

Er, I...I should say that we are still trying to track Asha down.

"To my granddaughter, Emily Wright,

I bequeath the sum of fifteen million pounds,

my company shareholding,

and my wish she be appointed Chief Executive

of JK Wright Limited.

To my daughter, Daisy,

I bequeath the sum of ten million pounds

to be held in a trust until she is thirty.

To each of my sons, John and Graham,

I bequeath the sum of ten...

thousand pounds."

"And to my wife, Sally,

I leave the rent-free tenancy of my London house,

my Parisian apartment,

and Marston Manor for five years,

when they will then all be sold

and the proceeds given to charity."

And that's it.

(exhales)

(chair scrapes loudly)

GRAHAM: I mean, I was his first born.

So, no matter what had gone on between us,

how could he do that to me?

How could he have been so cruel?

No way is that his real will.

No fucking way.

And if you think I'm just gonna sit here

and accept that bullshit,

you are fucking tripping.

(chair scrapes)

GEORGIA: 25 years of loyalty.

25 years of doing his bidding

and being his pathetic little lap dog.

And this was how he repaid us.

Not a chance, missy.

Those shares are ours.

So, not a bloody chance

you're getting your fucking hands on them.

EMILY: Yeah, it was grim.

Not just her, but later my own father

shouting at me as if it were somehow all my fault.

And do you know what?

For years, for way too long,

I thought it probably was.

Now, not so much.

John, I promise, I had no idea this was his intention,

and I am as shocked and upset as everyone else,

so please... - Stop!

I have to say in that...

moment, in that precise instant,

it all seemed very clear

that his death wasn't an accident.

He wasn't the victim of some awful crime.

In that moment, having heard what I just had,

I fully believed he must have lost his mind.

Or else how could he leave more to his...estate manager

than to one of our children?

That's what I thought then.

(hands bang on desk)

By my count, my son and I are short forty million.

So, don't go spending it just yet, will you?

'Cause we'll be wanting it back.

Every single...penny.

(door opens)

(door slams thunderously)

The results of the gunshot residue swab.

It's negative.

Exactly.

What did you swab?

His hands, arms, torso, head.

And...?

And there's nothing.

No residue on Jack Wright anywhere.

Which means?

Which means... (door opens)

I just can't see how he could have fired this gun himself.

And I know what you're thinking.

She's the one in prison.

(cigarette sizzles)

Except it's not as simple as that...

is it?

"Baby Did a Bad Bad Thing" by Chris Isaak