I, Jack Wright (2025) s01e03 Episode Script

1
I have to say, this all seems
rather intrusive for a suicide.
Jack Wright was murdered.
There were some big winners
and some surprising losers.
You'd have control of
the company.
If I stayed.
KYLE: Are you even considering
that?
Trust me, it'll all be
absolutely fine.
The debt remains 50K, Gray.
Oi!
Rumour is, the valuation's up to
five percent out.
I think he may have
had dementia.
We'd be looking at exhumation.
We need to dig him up.
(door clangs, creaks)
(keys jangle)
I mean, how much do any of us
really understand
why we do the things we do?
So you can think someone's
on your side,
they can think they're
on your side,
but actually
for reasons they might never
fully comprehend,
and you certainly won't,
turns out
they completely loathe you.
(crow caws)
I'm so sorry to do this to you,
Rose, particularly now.
- Oh, are you?
- I just feel Josh
needs an explanation,
and another autopsy
might reveal that.
And what about my boys?
That's their father you want to
dig up,
and her grandfather.
Graham and John have already
given their consent.
I understand
how hard this is for you all.
I mean, obviously it is for me
too, and
So, it looks like it's all
been decided.
I don't even know why
you're here.
As a mark of respect.
Hah!
And to see how you were.
I'm fine, lovey.
But I've suddenly become
very tired.
So if you wouldn't mind,
Emily will show you out.
(fire crackling)
Lots of love, Rose.
I married him when he didn't
have a pot to piss in.
(door creaks)
Sorry, Sal.
She starts chemo tomorrow,
and I know she's super stressed
about it.
Oh, of course she is.
Look, I meant it,
I don't underestimate
how traumatic a thing this is
to have to contemplate.
Wellas you say,
it's for Josh.
Jack left him nothing, Em,
absolutely nothing.
And how's he doing?
Not brilliant.
Could I come see them both?
(laughs) I think they'd
love that.
When are they home next?
Erm, (clears throat) they both
have an exeat this weekend.
Perfect. Saturday night?
You're welcome to stay,
obviously.
Open offer, in fact.
Yeah, thank you.
I'm sorry we are where we are.
I hope you know
none of this is personal.
Of course.
- Night, Em.
- Night, Sal.
Take care.
(footsteps receding)
(car door opens)
MAX: What about this
other daughter
from his second marriage,
erm, Asha Bell?
Nobody knows where she is,
and she's had no contact
with Jack for years, so frankly,
her opinion's irrelevant.
We can't wait,
we need that autopsy.
Make the application,
please, ASAP.
(phone beeps)
GEORGIA: Maybe it slipped
your mind, sweetheart,
but we are going to be
suing her, aren't we?
So, to have Emily working
alongside you
for the next however long
it takes,
it's justweird.
It's really weird.
And please don't even think
about spending money
on a Speckmans re-audit.
It's insane.
Sometimes I despair.
I really do.
(radio playing in background)
(birds chirping)
And Jack Wright's computer,
did that get picked up?
Er, yeah, I just
sent it over to IT.
Alright, let's kick off with,
er, email and search history
around the 4th of August,
when he fired his old lawyer.
Now I called this lawyer
yesterday.
He said Jack was super emotional
that day.
Why? And then I've got
John Wright this afternoon.
- Got it, boss.
- Thanks, Kat.
(phone vibrates)
It's stage four,
and there is no stage five.
(soft background chatter)
Fucking hell, Mum.
So, like
how long and everything?
Hard to say.
All depends on what treatments
I opt for,
and how I respond.
I can't believe it.
Both of you in as many weeks.
What did I do to deserve this?
I'm sorry,
this is non-negotiable.
We need a new audit,
or we back out.
SUSAN: We're a week away
from contracts.
And I've spoken to Deloitte's
who say they can get in tomorrow
and deliver a report super-fast.
But listen, obviously,
I understand this is a shock.
So, have a think,
speak to your board,
and then give me a call.
Thanks, Sue.
- John
(phone clanks)
(line ringing)
This is Gray.
Don't leave a message.
(beep)
Gray, it's me.
Okay, I'm in.
I try not to look at it as
what I'd lose,
more like
what I've already had.
Well, I think that shows
great wisdom, Cheryl.
Yeah, 'cause like
tens of millions of people
all over the world,
they don't get to live
to my age.
That's true.
And they don't have
a brilliant mum
and a gorgeous little sister,
and a lovely flat.
- No.
So, yeah.
That's what I say when I'm
trying to impress people, Rose.
Oh.
(laughter)
What I actually think is
fuck this shit, man.
(laughter)
(mobile chimes)
(background chatter)
Thank you very much, Madam,
have a good afternoon.
(Gray sighs)
Sorry.
So, what I was saying is
II know I was
a bad father, Em.
You weren't any kind of father.
II didn't have a role model,
did I?
Someone to show me how to do it.
- Nor do lots of people,
somehow they manage not to be
complete wankers.
Well, my point is,
what I wanted to say now,
here, today,
is
II do want to be better.
I'm sorting out my substance
issues.
I've cut right down
on me drinking.
And II was hoping
if you do stay in the country,
I was hoping that me and you
could spend some time together,
so I could get to know you
a bit better,
and you could get to know me.
You do know, don't you,
that as primary beneficiary
of the will,
if you contest it,
I'm the defendant?
I did not know that, no.
So, really, whether or not
I stay here,
it's gonna be partly down to
whether or not
you successfully sue me.
(exhales loudly)
Fair play, that is notideal.
So I suppose
now's not a good time
to ask for a loan, then?
(scoffs)
That's actually quite funny
for you.
(exhales)
No, but seriously.
- Oh, my God.
- Just 10K, Em.
I'm in a real spot.
- Oh, my fucking God.
You're serious?
- Five then?
Why do I never learn?
- Don't, don't be like that.
- Be like what?
Be like a daughter?
Be like someone who might
expect their dad
to exhibit a single molecule
of care.
Don't you be like that.
Don't you fucking be.
(footsteps receding)
Nice motor your friend's got.
Tasty them old threes,
aren't they?
Does Kyle like cars?
Fuck you, Graham.
(mutters) Fuck.
(slurps)
(door squeaks open)
(telephone rings)
DC Jones.
GRAY: I have some information
about Jack Wright.
KAT: Who is this, please?
- You might want to check out
his granddaughter's boyfriend
'cause I saw his car near
Wright's house
the night he died.
The registration is F646PLY,
F646PLY.
(phone clanks into cradle)
(mobile chimes)
(booth door clatters)
(siren wailing)
(birds chirping)
(car door opens)
(car door closes)
So in our email exchange, John,
you said that you were
working from home
on the day that
your father died?
Yes.
And you can corroborate that,
Georgia?
Absolutely.
Because you were here too?
- I was.
- All day?
Yes.
Okay, thank you.
So, when would've been
the last time
you saw your father, John?
It was two days before,
at the office,
to discuss an acquisition
we were doing
they were doing.
That's correct.
Okay, and how, and how was he,
how was his mood?
Good, I'd say.
Good, positive.
You two got on well?
- We got on great.
- Yeah.
So, how did you feel about
the will?
Oh, well
it was a bit of a shock.
Would it be fair to say
you'd expected to be
the one handed
the company reins?
Yes, that would be fair to say.
Okay.
And so, you're gonna be
challenging it or?
Sorry
whywhy's that relevant?
I'm just trying to get
an idea of
the strength of your
feeling about it.
We'reexploring options.
And was there any indication
before he died
that he was gonna hand
his shareholding,
effectively your shareholding,
to your niece?
No.
Would you mind letting
your husband answer, please?
JOHN: No.
No, no there wasn't.
And do you have any idea why
he might have done that?
I mean, she's a successful
young businesswoman
in her own right, but
apart from that
no.
Okay. Thank you.
So where were you actually?
The day he died.
(car ignition starts)
KAT: So we traced the car
from the tip-off,
and the registered keeper
has three drug convictions,
including one intent to supply,
which got him six months
in Feltham
when he was 17.
And then in 2021,
he did a year in Wandsworth
for an ABH.
Name?
Reuben Maguire.
And connected to that,
there's a couple of possibly
interesting entries in
Jack's desk diary.
First up, on the evening of
the 1st of August,
an entry that just says
"Phoenix Rising, 7:30."
- Is that a pub?
- Is what I thought.
And there are three in London
with that name.
One in Mayfair, one in Chelsea,
and one in Deptford.
And I flagged this 'cause
Deptford
is where Mr Reuben Maguire's
car is registered to.
I like.
And the other entry
is from the 4th of October,
and just says, "call Laura back
re Donleavy's,
and J and W", and has three
exclamation marks
after the W.
- Donleavy's is?
- Solicitors.
- John's?
- And his wife's.
Ah, and the W?
I don't know, an initial of
a name?
Could be an abbreviation
for will.
Oh yeah, obviously that as well.
- Call him.
- Yeah.
Alright, can I sit down now?
Er, lastly, Sally.
So, we know she's been working
as a corporate lawyer in London
and Paris
for the last nine years,
and is a bit of a mover
and shaker
in the Paris social scene.
All pretty unexciting stuff.
DCI MORGAN:
I have two kids under seven,
this looks as exciting a life
as it is literally possible
to have.
And then eight years ago,
there it was this.
So, this is Arnaud Tissier,
he has homes in France
and Spain,
and he and Sally have been
photographed together
at numerous events
since she got him
acquitted on tax evasion charges
in 2016.
He describes himself as merely
a dull financier?
Yeah. And he may well be now,
but one thing he doesn't deny
is that in 1991,
aged 17, he got into a bar brawl
with a rival gang member,
which ended
with him doing a 13
stretchfor murder.
Okay.
They want an alibi from me,
though.
- Jesus.
- I mean, to be fair,
I think they're asking the same
of everyone
who had a connection to him.
Should I get a lawyer?
We should talk about the will
and stuff.
I'm actually over
for meetings next week.
Cool.
What day's good for you?
(traffic humming)
- Is the, er, manager around?
- I'm the manager.
Oh, hi. I'm DCI Morgan,
Hertfordshire police.
Do you recognise this guy
at all?
That's Ru.
LAURA: And when you say
commitments
you need to pay?
Stuff Jack and I had financially
and contractually agreed to.
Charity donations, renovations,
some
investments that
I'm now liable for.
And are you not able to cash
flow those yourself until?
Until what?
I have no idea what's coming
down the line,
and no, I don't have spare
millions lying around.
Our money was in his accounts.
Okay, er, listen,
can I take some advice
and come back to you?
(sighs) I'd appreciate that.
Thank you.
(quiet chatter)
So, why didn't you marry again?
Er, he was a tough act
to follow.
Had such charisma
and energy and drive.
And even though he was often
an awful man
mean,
self-obsessed,
serially unfaithful
I still loved him, I'm afraid.
A lot.
So, he broke my heart,
and for many, many years
I still held a candle for him.
And then one day I just didn't.
What happened?
Oh, I met Bobby.
Oh, my days. I wanna meet Bobby.
Your mum's outside, Cher.
Same time tomorrow?
Wouldn't miss it for the world.
What joy you are, Cher.
See ya.
About another 20 minutes,
I'd say, Rose.
How's she doing,
the lovely Cheryl?
(glass clinks)
(wine pouring)
So, I just want to say, firstly,
thank you for coming tonight.
- My pleasure.
- But mainly, thank you
- for your tip re the audit.
- You're very welcome.
All actioned and results
breathlessly awaited.
- So
- Great.
here's to a successful
resolution.
(glasses clink)
And then
I know we find ourselves
in a ratherawkward position
vis-a-visthe will.
If I'm honest, contesting it
was not my first instinct.
But
given we are where we are,
if you wereminded to
berth your sloop
in the JK Wright harbour,
as it were,
whilst the litigation storms
rage,
I'd be most grateful for that
friendly ear you offered.
Feels rather
lonely at the top.
Or not. Sorry if I'm getting
ahead of it.
No, it's not that. It's just
other stuff, dad stuff.
But yes, I would like that
very much, Uncle John.
To berthed sloops.
To berthed sloops.
(glasses clink)
(door bangs open)
(keys jangle)
(door closes)
Ohhello.
Where have you been?
(keys clatter on table)
I rang your office.
They said you were out
with Emily.
Then you know where I've been.
No fool like an old fool.
I'm going to bed.
(city humming)
(line ringing)
REUBEN: Hey.
What are you doing right now?
(phone vibrating)
- Max.
- So, the diocesan court
have come back to me.
We have an exhumation licence.
(exhales)
(taxi rumbling)
(taxi door opens)
I gotta run.
(giggles)
Hi. I called earlier.
I'm Emily Wright's fiancé.
AUTO VOICE: Doors closing.
(kissing)
(lift door trundles open)
(knocking on door)
EMILY: Leave me alone, you pest.
Oh my God, Kyle.
Surprise.
(lift beeps, doors close)
(scoffs)
And the third Mrs Wright,
will she be joining us in
our challenge?
Not sure yet. Sheshe's not
come back to us.
Okay, well, that's no problem.
Just let me know what
she decides,
and we can slot her in,
as and when.
So, basically this is just a bit
of a fact-finding mission.
To get a general sense of
your relationship with your dad,
and how you both got on
with him.
Who wants to kick off?
Of course, I'm pleased.
I'm just surprised.
Full marks.
And I wish you'd told me
because I have a day full of
meetings at JK Wright,
which I can't really cancel.
- Right.
- Sorry.
And who was the pest?
When I knocked you said
Oh, the minibar guy
kept wanting to restock.
So irritating. But listen,
let's go for a lovely supper
tonight somewhere
and then we can properly
catch up.
I have to head, baby,
I'm so late.
Sure.
(kiss) But love you.
I'll speak to you later?
(door opens, closes)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
So, look,
notwithstanding the fact
that you're obviously
both adults
capable of earning
your own living,
I still think we're in with
a very good shout
for claiming he didn't make
reasonable provision.
Get in.
How much that should have been
is for a judge to decide.
But given your age,
your lifestyles, his wealth,
I would've expected healthy
seven figure bequests
for both of you.
And I'm pretty confident,
if we go to court,
we can achieve that.
(tapping on table)
Nice one, bro.
(patting on back)
Got to run.
You don't fancy a quick
one, celebrate?
I can't, I'm afraid,
I have meetings.
Okay, no worries. Erm
I'll catch you soon then, yeah?
Definitely. Speak soon.
Oh, er
sorry, erm,
just one quick thing.
- (sighs) Really?
- Just 10K, bro.
I'll, I'll, I'll pay you back
end of next week.
- Oh, Gray.
- I'm in real serious
fucking trouble here, mate.
You're always in
serious trouble.
I know.
And I'm sorry about that.
It'll be the last time.
I swear.
(sighs)
I just can't, mate,
I'm really sorry.
No worries, big man.
You take care of yourself.
(door closes)
Two visits in as many days.
To what do I owe this pleasure?
You don't always have to be
so cynical, Mum.
You're not well,
I wanted to see you.
(water running)
So, I went in, and I pitched
to all of them,
just like we talked about,
everything we prepped,
and, yeah, it went really well.
Tons of interest afterwards.
And my guess is we could
basically just take our pick.
Amazing.
So, Peter Kyper was there.
No way.
He wants to talk.
Ditto Leo Schwartz,
Susie Woo.
Oh, God, Kyle,
these are players.
You obviously knocked it
out the park.
Yeah, I think maybe I did.
To you.
To me.
(glasses clink)
So, are we over?
Are we over?
Yeah, you and me.
Are we finished?
Because(sniffs)
you're seeing someone
else, right?
What are you talking about?
It felt like someone had been
in your room this morning.
What?
And this feels weird.
You feel weird. I feel
like I shouldn't have come.
Oh, my God.
Oh
Oh, Kyle, baby, I'm so sorry.
It's been an insane
couple of weeks
with the funeral and the will,
and
my dad who's now suing me,
for fuck's sake.
So, yeah, I probably
am being weird.
I'm sorry.
But genuinely,
I promise I am so happy that
you're here,
because I need you, my honey.
And I love you.
(laughs softly)
(thunder rumbles)
I'm in trouble, Mum.
Not fortunes.
But I'm really scared this time.
This time
I think they could kill me.
How much?
Ten thousand right now.
Er, I boborrowed some of it
from Bella to, er,
delay things.
And now she wants
to go to the police.
But, er
fifty in total.
How did it come to this, Gray?
How did it come to this?
Well, I'll tell you how it might
have come to this
Mother.
It might have come to this
because when I was 13,
and Dad got his first bit
of dough,
the pair of you decided to
take me out of Oxoter County
and put me in fucking Repton.
(thunder rumbles)
Have a think on that.
Have a think about what that
might do to a kid.
None of me mates from Oxoter
would talk to me.
None of the posh kids.
I was totally isolated.
And I tried to tell you
how I was
how
crushingly lonely I was.
And do you remember what
you said to me?
You told me not to be so
bloody ungrateful.
Your father and I were
already struggling.
Never mind you.
What about me? I was a kid.
I was your responsibility!
I had no idea how to be
Mum.
Who to befor years.
John seemed to manage alright.
He was four fucking
years younger.
He was more or less born
eating After fucking Eights.
So that (laughs)
is how it came to this.
Because of what you did to me.
The pair of yous.
(thunder rumbling)
And how old are you gonna be
before you stop blaming us?
Before you start taking
responsibility
for your own mistakes?
Sixty, seventy?
Gonna still be messing up
when you're eighty
and saying it's all my fault
over my grave?
(thunder rumbles loudly)
Are you gonna lend me
the money or not?
No.
I've been too soft on you,
Graham.
All my life.
Denied you nothing,
given you everything.
So, no.
Too soft?
It's time for a tougher love.
I need a piss.
(rain pouring)
(casket bumping, creaking)
Deloitte's just biked this over.
The Speckmans re-audit.
- Thanks.
(envelope rustles)
My guess is the problem
was Georgia's,
not her husband's.
But you acted for them both?
And indeed, when she came in,
she explicitly said
she was speaking for John too.
Andand what did she want you
to do?
To ring Jack Wright's lawyer,
Laura Johnstone,
who was drafting the new will,
and ask her for details
of what it contained.
- And did you?
- I did.
And Ms Johnstone
politely declined
to offer that information.
And did she want anything else?
Georgia?
She wanted to know if there was
a way of preventing
- a person making changes.
- And is there?
Well, anyone can speak to
a potential testator,
when they're alive, obviously.
And how did the meeting end?
I suggested if she was concerned
about anything,
she should speak to
her father-in-law herself.
And do you know if she did that?
Again, I got the impression
she was going to do
exactly that.
Sorry, what date did
you meet her?
- (pages turning)
- Er, this was on
the 3rd of October.
I should also say she fired me
as she left.
- (laughs) Fuck.
- Yep.
So, what do we do?
We obviously lower the offer.
Yeah, but to what?
Well, I feel this wasn't just
KKG's issue,
I feel Speckmans kind of knew
what they were doing,
and were hiding stuff.
- So?
So, I think we go back in now
with
fifteen-five?
Yeah, I mean, we could.
- But?
- Well, I'm just thinking
how about we properly lowball?
Fourteen-five. I mean, who else
is gonna buy 'em
in this climate?
Fuck it. I'm going 14,250.
Wolf of Wall Street, me.
(traffic rumbling)
I can give you nine.
(distant siren blaring)
I am serious, Josh.
You're an adult now, you don't
need your arse wiped anymore.
You should see his boxers.
- Fuck off.
- Er, language, Joshua.
Washing up, now.
Or I shall beat you savagely.
(sighs) Would you like to
move in?
(chuckles) They're good kids.
Yeah, they are.
And Daisy seems okay?
Yeah, I mean, she has
a ski trip booked,
and she's insisting on
still going, so
who knows?
I'm flying blind
on a daily basis.
Sal, I'm sorry that everything's
so awful.
I really didn't know that Jack
was gonna do what he did.
And I can't imagine
how hard it must be for you.
And I totally understand
why you're challenging the will.
I would too.
I just hope
whatever the outcome, that
we can all remain friends,
as well as family
and continue looking after
each other.
I know I'll wanna be there for
all of you if it goes my way.
You mean
fifinancially or?
(phone ringing)
Oh, Em, I'm, I'm sorry I
I need to take this.
Hey, Max.
Sorry to disturb you so
late, Sally,
but I've just received
the results of the autopsy.
And?
MAX: It's good news.
Your husband's brain did indeed
show early signs of dementia.
So, we might just be in
with a shout.
Erm
thank you. (voice cracks)
Thank you.
DCI MARTIN:
So, the question is
was Jack planning to meet
Laura Johnstone,
to change the will again?
KAT: Which someone got wind of,
and acted on.
DCI MARTIN: Where'd you get
this meeting? His diary?
This was in his sent emails.
Do you know which device
it was sent from?
His office desktop.
Alright, so that could have
conceivably been seen
by Annie Rouse
John Wright.
Yeahrereread
the message, please.
KAT: "Or how about the 13th?"
And there was nothing from her
that prompted that?
No, so, I called her, Laura
Johnston, 'cause I wondered
if this was a response
to a phone call.
- And?
- She had a vague recollection
of him leaving her a voicemail
and asking for one more meeting
suggesting some more dates.
One more meeting about what?
She couldn't remember
specifically,
but obviously some aspect
of the will.
I wanna speak to John again.
On his own this time.
Let's pull 'em into a nick now.
These people need to understand
this is serious.
Great. Thanks for the call.
(phone receiver clanks)
(lively office chatter)
They accepted.
Oh! Er, shots?
Yes, please.
- Okay.
- (glasses clink)
- Oh.
- (Emily laughs)
Excuse me, two more please.
- And then two more.
- (Emily laughs)
It's funny, but here we are
in the shadow of death,
and I'm not sure I can ever
remember feeling more alive.
So, thank you.
(chuckles)
Why weren't you my dad?
Why weren't you my daughter?
There you go.
To the future.
And the past.
(glasses clink)
(phone ringing)
Urgh, sorry.
Hello.
Mr Wright, this is DCI Morgan.
Where are you right now?
(phone vibrating)
- Laura.
- Hi, Sally,
er, listen,
it's not good news, I'm afraid.
Until probate is granted,
all Jack's accounts
have to remain frozen.
I'm so sorry.
No, it's not your fault.
Thanks for calling.
M-hmm.
DCI MARTIN: So, we know
your wife went to see
your then solicitor,
Edmund Donleavy,
on the 3rd of October this year.
Were you aware of this meeting?
- Yes.
- Okay.
Was this meeting instigated
by you?
- God, no.
- You didn't want Georgia to go?
No.
I mean, maybe. Not really.
But to have an opinion
on her going,
I'm assuming you knew
what was discussed?
Yes.
And what was that?
The contents of what
we suspected
was a new will my father
was writing.
Why did you suspect that?
I'd seen a photocopy
of what looked like a will
on his desk one day.
I'm guessing this was
the previous one.
It had various notes on it,
handwritten by my dad,
and there was lots of stuff
written next to my name.
Lots of crossings out,
lots of figures
and question marks.
And thisworried you?
I mean, I really didn't
have time to make much
sense of it before my father
came back into the office.
The mistake I made was
telling my wife that night.
Why was that a mistake?
Because despite me not
having had time
to properly see
what the changes were
she became rather
consumed with it all
with, er, wanting to know.
So, Edmund Donleavy told us
he advised her
to speak to her father-in-law
and ask him
if he made any changes.
Right.
Do you know if she did?
Well, she says she did.
The next day at his club.
But to be honest with you,
these days I don't really
believe a word she says.
Oh, everyone always thought
John was sonice.
Except they didn't know him,
did they?
GRAY: I think John knew.
I mean, you only had to spend
five minutes with her,
and he'd spent twenty years,
do you know what I mean?
Oh, it made perfect sense.
When we found out who
Georgia really was, yeah,
it all made perfect sense.
REUBEN: Everywhere you look
every single direction you see
another fucked up son,
daughter, or wife who you knew
were capable of anything.
Absolutely anything.
And then you looked
in the mirror.
"Watch Me" by The Phantoms