Previously on Guilt.
What the hell?
You're under arrest.
Why did Molly have your blood
under her fingernails?
Grace said that Molly thought
someone was watching her, stealing her things.
Now, Molly's stuffed monkey
has been stolen from the crime scene.
We know the photo had to be taken from this apartment.
- Do you live alone? - It's just me
and me little boy.
What do you want?
You keep my secrets,
I'll keep yours.
I need you to get a vial
of Molly Ryan's blood.
- You're off the case? - Gwen.
She thinks I've got feelings for you.
I like your necklace. I knew a girl who had one just like it.
The necklace is from a special club,
where anyone with enough money
can have whatever they want.
When I get my hands on whoever killed her,
I promise you, before they die,
they're going to suffer.
Will you give it a rest?
You've been at it for hours, Molly.
If I want to be in the Royal Ballet,
I have to practice day and night.
Isn't the Royal Ballet in London?
You're not going to London.
I am, too.
The Royal Ballet's the best in the world.
You can dance
in Ireland, where you're with family.
Where you have people to look after you.
I don't need anybody to look after me.
I look after meself just fine.
Really?
Did you say that to your mummy?
That's cheeky.
I will see you later, young man.
Take care.
And you.
Have a nice day.
That pretty wife of yours...
...does she know where you spent last Tuesday afternoon?
Huh?
What... do you want?
I want you to get me into the Courtenay.
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Natalie, where are you?
Luc's been arrested.
Please, just... call me back.
I need you.
Wow.
You are a dirty cop, aren't you?
Don't.
Stop it.
What?
Because it's ugly.
Nah, it isn't.
It's beautiful.
How did you get it?
Come on, tell me.
Every scar has a story.
Like this one.
When I was a little kid,
at my nan's,
fell off the fire escape
pretending to be a superhero.
How did you get yours?
That's a long story.
Well... I got nowhere I need to be,
I can tell you that much.
I was 16.
It was winter break.
Um... my best friend, Ashley,
was having a party, but...
there was a snowstorm on the way.
My parents were worried I'd get caught in it.
So, of course, once they went to bed,
I snuck out and I went anyway.
And it was all good, at first.
Until my dad showed up.
I, um...
I had never seen him so angry.
On the way home, he didn't say a single word.
And it was snowing.
Badly.
So I shut my eyes and I just tried to sleep.
And then the next thing I knew, the whole world was spinning.
The car skidded off the side of the road.
We...
we rolled four times.
I fractured my spine, and my dad, um...
...my dad died the next day.
I'm so sorry, Nat.
If I hadn't gone to that party,
Grace and I would still have a dad.
Everything would be different.
Hey, no, no, no, don't you do that.
You can't do that to yourself.
Why?
- You know, it's-it's the truth. - No, no.
You had no control over that situation;
you had no control over the car, did you?
You were just being a normal kid.
Oh, God...
Sorry.
- Is everything okay? - Yeah.
You can answer it if you need to.
No, no. There are far more pressing matters
to attend to here.
Luc!
Stan!
- Hey. Is he okay? - Did I not tell you to go home?
- I'm not... - You should not be seen
anyplace around here.
I'm not going home until I know what's going on.
Is he going to jail?
I'm gonna be honest
with you, Grace, all right?
It is a serious charge,
it is not his first offense...
What about bail? I can talk to James.
After you two jumped a train to Paris,
bail is about as realistic as the Tooth Fairy.
You can get him off, though, right?
I've gotten guys off for a lot worse
than distributing a bag of coke, so don't worry. It'll be fine.
I need to see Luc.
He's been through so much.
Look, I'm gonna give you some advice.
And I'm not gonna charge your stepdad for it.
The fact of the matter is,
Luc is a drug addict.
You got to move on.
No.
There are plenty of hot guys out there.
Some even have jobs.
- Grace! - Grace!
Grace, did you get high with him?
- Please... - How often?
Please, just...
Grace, is Luc Pascal's
drug use tied to Molly Ryan's murder?
Stop! Get back.
- Grace... - She's been through enough.
Leave her alone. Come on.
Get back!
- I said leave her alone. - Grace...
I said get back!
Get back!
Get a shot. Get a shot in there.
In there. In there, in there.
All right.
I think we lost 'em.
I... I honestly don't know
how I would have gotten out of there
if you hadn't come to the rescue.
It's not right, you know.
Especially after all you've been through.
These people don't care what's right,
they just want a story.
I wish I could say I was getting used to it,
but they follow me, watch my every move.
It's...
- They're nothing but bullies. - Come on.
- I hate bullies. - Ooh!
- They broke your phone? - Yeah.
This is all such a nightmare.
- Uh, can I see it? - Sure.
Sometimes, it's just
- a loose SIM card. - I really need
to reach my sister, I've been trying to call her all night,
- and... - I can fix it.
You can?
I just need the right tools.
Actually, I've got one at the shop I work at.
Thanks so much.
You've done more than enough. I can take care of it.
The shop's just walking distance,
actually, but...
I-If you'd rather not, I understand.
You've only just met me.
Hey, you know what?
You've already saved me once today.
If you can fix my phone...
dude, you're a friend for life.
Brilliant. Uh...
my shop's right this way.
- Hello. - I told you, Ms. Hall is busy.
That is a very pretty dress.
It's very Parisian.
Hello.
Sorry to interrupt your game of Candy Crush.
- What is it, Gutterie? - Your confidential informant, you know,
the guy who bought the drugs from Luc Pascal,
is he well hung?
- Excuse me? - The arresting officers
did perform a strip search on him
before they sent him out, right?
Because there's no mention of that
in the paperwork there.
Yeah...
And the officers failed to maintain visual contact with him
until the deal was made.
How are you going to convince a jury
that the CI did not
pull the drugs out of his own ass?
Man, your coppers,
they really screwed the pooch
on this one, didn't they?
Good help is just so hard to find these days.
You and I both know
that this will not hold up in court.
I want it dropped.
That's for the magistrate to decide.
And his docket is full until tomorrow morning.
Well, then I will bring the donuts.
And we will celebrate.
We've got 22 hours to get Luc Pascal to talk.
So is this your MO, hmm?
Cooking breakfast for the ladies?
Only the very lucky ones.
Go on. Have at it.
It's nicer than it looks. I promise.
Don't give up my day job, yeah?
I never said that.
Who would've thought I'd end up having morning-after breakfast
with the detective investigating my sister for murder?
I guess your Crown Prosecutor friend has better instincts
than I thought.
Yeah, well, I suppose she sort of knows me better
than I know myself.
Wait a minute.
Were you two a...
What?
You and Gwendolyn Hall. Were you two a thing?
No.
Not, well, not like a thing...
I knew it.
Well, it's over anyway.
Ancient history.
Oh, my God.
I have 11 messages from Grace.
Everything all right?
Luc's been arrested. For drugs.
Grace spent all night at Scotland Yard.
Her cell phone's off.
I'm sure she's fine.
No, she's not fine.
She was up all night, she's probably just sleeping now.
Yeah, there's no answer at our hotel room.
- I'd better go. - Do me a favor,
will you just sit down, finish your breakfast.
I'll make you a coffee.
You know what? You're right.
You should... you should go and check on her.
Thanks for understanding.
What the hell do you think you're doing?
Even after your chat with Internal Affairs,
you're still not answering my texts, taking my calls.
I was getting worried.
But I can see now you've been quite busy.
Sexy beast, that one.
Look, I did what you asked.
I'm not even on the Molly Ryan investigation anymore.
- I'm no use to you now. - Don't sell yourself short, Detective.
You're of tremendous use.
You still have the vial of Molly Ryan's blood, don't you?
Find a viable suspect for the girl's murder,
dab a little blood on their clothing,
and close this case once and for all.
I am not planting evidence.
Since when?
Didn't think it'd be so busy this time of day.
I need a drink.
Don't get any ideas.
I'm sure your voters would love to know
how their member of Parliament spends his salary.
You ran your last campaign on family values, didn't you?
I'm doing everything you ask of me.
Keep it that way.
Grace, it's Roz.
Any news on Luc?
Call me back.
Is everything to your liking, Mr. Purferoy?
Yes, quite.
This is my cousin, Kevin McGee.
In from Ireland for his birthday.
Thought I'd show him the sights.
Nice to meet you, mate.
I didn't know you had family in Ireland.
Oh, yes, there are Purferoys as far afield
as Nova Scotia, Canada.
Well, cousin or not,
you know we have a strict vetting process here.
For all guests.
Yes, of course.
Especially when they're IRA sympathizers.
Oh, you're talking about this, are you?
Oh, I got that when I was a wee lad.
My brother's mate, Seamus, wee bit older.
He had one, we wanted to be tough like him.
I didn't even know what it meant.
You understand our policy toward unvetted guests
is to kindly ask them to leave the premises immediately.
But considering your reputation in the community
and your loyal patronage,
I'm going to make an exception.
Just this once.
Thank you, Finch.
I'll remember that.
You're a gentleman.
Shall we?
See who you fancy.
Ariel will take care of things for you.
Wow.
When you said you worked at a shop,
I never would've had you pegged as a tailor.
I'm not.
Not yet.
I'm an apprentice.
Mr. Hoyt, he's the tailor, he owns the shop.
Is he here?
No.
Shop's closed, but I've got the key.
Mr. Hoyt trusts me just like he did my father.
He was a tailor
in this very shop before he died.
He sat right there.
I lost my dad when I was nine.
I know how hard it can be.
It wasn't too hard.
He wasn't very nice to me.
All right.
Let's give it a go.
Molly had a dress
exactly like this.
She did?
That's an odd coincidence.
Yeah.
It is.
I'm doing alterations for a customer.
Mrs. Brambley.
She's lost a bit of weight, I'm taking it in for her.
Look, her bed wasn't slept in.
She never came back here last night.
Have you heard from Gutterie?
I mean, he saw her this morning at the police station.
It's just, it's not like her
to disappear like this.
Natalie, is it possible that Grace has just...
gone on the run again?
No, no, of course not.
Luc gets arrested, Grace panics, she jumps on a train...
No, absolutely not, I mean, not after what happened last time.
She knows better than that.
Right.
I know my sister.
Her phone does not leave her hand.
It's been over an hour since her last voice mail.
I...
Oh, damn it.
- What is it? - It's just a news alert.
I get them whenever Grace's name shows up in the press.
Wait, what?
"Grace Atwood with New Boy Toy
after French Lover Lands in Lockup"?
What the hell?
There you see Grace's new man playing "My Bodyguard"
with the possible killer.
Fun never stops for Grace Atwood now, does it?
Reporting from outside New Scotland Yard,
this is Veena Patel, and that's...
The Story.
- Do you know this guy? - No.
No, I've never seen him before in my life, I...
What if he's done something to Grace?
- Natalie, don't get ahead of yourself. - But you've read
what people have said about her, they're out for blood.
It's social media, they hate everybody.
Not everyone gets death threats.
Here we are. Your lovely lady should be on her way.
Brilliant. Where's the, uh, loo?
Just down the hall to the left.
- Good to see you again. - Good to see you as well.
Hey, you.
What are you doing back here? It's for employees only.
I must've took a wrong turn.
I'm new here.
The lounge is this way, isn't it?
You just stand where you are.
Do not move.
Control, this is Halloran. Come in.
There you are!
Uh, I thought I lost you.
It's, um, this way, darling.
Uh, don't, um, worry about him.
It's his first visit.
What are you doing?
There are cameras everywhere.
What are you doing here?
Did you sneak in?
I told you I need answers.
And I'm gonna get 'em.
Do you have any idea what they do
to people who get caught sneaking in here?
I'm not gonna get caught, though, am I?
Thanks to me.
Now...
shh, be quiet, okay?
And play along.
They can see everything that goes on in this room.
That's all of it.
Anything I can help you with?
I just wanted to double back, reexamine
everything we have so far.
And to see if there's anything
DS Bruno missed.
I didn't say that.
Gwen, look,
whatever happened between you two,
Bruno's a damn good copper.
I promise you we're
gonna find him... I've got an idea.
All right.
And here... is our man.
If he's in our system, we should
get a hit off facial recognition.
Grace has always been too trusting of people.
Come on, come on.
Whoever he is, he's never been arrested for anything.
I-I wish that made me feel better.
But if he was harmless,
I would've heard from her by now.
I know that face.
You almost finished?
Yeah.
Getting there.
Does it bother you?
All the things the bullies say?
Not anymore.
Um... look, I should
- probably get going... - It bothers me.
I wasn't very sporty out in the pitch.
So the kids, they'd have a go at me.
But I fought back.
I even broke a boy's arm once.
Tripped him when he wasn't looking.
But he knew it was me.
He never mocked me again.
All right.
I think I have it.
Wait! Grace!
I can explain, uh...
Please just listen to me... please!
Unlock the door!
Just wait! Just wait!
I want to leave now. Open the door.
Listen to me... you need to hear my side of all of this.
Listen... Stop! Stop!
Grace, stop.
- Grace, please. - Let go!
Stop that.
Stay. Just please, listen to me.
No, don't leave.
Look what you've done now.
Marguerite will be with you today.
- *** - Very well.
Do you have any idea where Kaley is?
She should be with Gentleman 33.
How long's it been?
Almost ten minutes.
Does Finch know?
Okay.
Tell the gentleman I'll be with him right away.
Kaley, what are you doing?
Ambassador Gregson, the focus of my foundation
is to bring relief supplies to the north,
which as you're well aware, is controlled by warlords.
Yes, yes.
Frightful stuff.
Ah, eh, a military escort
is exactly what we had in mind.
Thank you.
Where's my Irish ginger?
I'm terribly sorry, Your Highness.
Don't you dare call me that.
Not in here.
Right.
Apologies. Our girl is out ill today,
but I'm having another one sent in straight away.
Out sick?
I just saw her last night.
Apparently, it hit her quite suddenly.
But I'm sure you'll be pleased with another one of our girls.
I don't take kindly to people who muck me about.
Did Molly muck you about?
What exactly are you insinuating?
Nothing.
Nothing at all. I'm sorry.
I...
I suppose I'm still upset.
About Molly.
Sometimes I think she was the only person
who truly understood me.
Mrs. Harris, when you showed me this picture
of your little boy...
why didn't you tell me that he was a fully grown man?
Neville will always be my little boy.
Now, what's this all about?
Um, my sister's missing.
And Neville was the last person she was seen with.
Her sister was Molly Ryan's flatmate.
The same girl who was photographed
from this very apartment.
The same girl who was murdered across the street.
You're not suggesting...
Neville is a gentle boy.
He would never hurt anybody.
Did he ever take an interest in
any of the women from the neighborhood?
You mean, like, bothering them? No.
No. My son keeps to himself.
He spends his time on his sewing machine.
Not hassling women.
"Sewing machine," but he...
There's no sewing machine here.
Well, no...
Does he have a workplace?
Take classes somewhere?
Have a studio?
Look, I told you my son didn't do anything wrong.
He couldn't.
Mrs. Harris, I understand that you're
just trying to protect your boy, I do.
And you know what... I even believe you
when you tell me that you don't think he's done anything wrong.
But the thing is sometimes the people that we love,
well, we don't know them
as well as we think we do.
Sometimes they surprise us.
Sometimes, you know, they just make a mistake.
Now, we... we want to protect Neville.
We want to help him make sure that he doesn't make a mistake
that will change the rest of his life.
Now the only way that we can help him is if you help us.
Hey, there.
You all right?
It's okay.
You bumped your head when you slipped...
You pushed me.
Molly had a stalker,
and it was you... wasn't it?
You stole that dress.
You stole her... stuffed animal.
No, I wanted something to remember her by.
I didn't kill her if that's what you're thinking.
I swear, I never even touched Molly.
But I'm not gonna lie.
I wanted to. I quite fancied her...
You didn't even know her.
Yes!
I did.
In a way.
I watched her from my window.
I would've never harmed her!
I wish I could've protected her like I protected you today...
I get it.
Look...
I get it, Neville.
You're a good guy. You really are.
Molly would've liked you.
You think?
Molly had a thing for sweet guys
with a heart of gold.
I knew it.
I-I should've spoken to her.
I-I just get so bloody nervous.
Wait! Wait! Stop!
Stop it, Grace.
You crazy, girl.
You shouldn't have hurt me.
- Let me go! - Y-You'll tell on me.
You're not nice, like Molly, you're a monster,
just like everybody says here.
Help me!
Grace! Drop that blade, Neville, drop it right now.
Natalie!
You-you don't understand.
She attacked me, I swear, you have...
Just listen to me for a second.
Sh-She did this to me.
Natalie!
I had to escape.
Be quiet!
Uh, please,
back up, both of you.
We're not gonna hurt you. We just need you to let her go.
No.
Natalie...
That's my sister, Neville.
I love her very much, okay?
I wouldn't want anything to happen to her.
Neville, we spoke with your mother.
My mum?
Why?
Because we know how much she cares about you.
As much as I care about my sister.
How would your mom feel if you hurt her?
You know how upset that would make her, don't you?
She would be so disappointed in you.
Please, Neville.
That's enough!
You're under arrest, all right?
It's okay, Grace.
It's okay.
Roz.
You scared me.
- Hi. - Why the bloody hell
did you sneak Patrick Ryan into the club?
I didn't. Okay?
He was just standing there,
and he was in the corridor, about get caught,
- and I... - So you shagged him.
It was just pretend.
Why?
- Are you jealous? - This isn't a bloody joke!
Molly's brother broke into Finch's office.
He stole the client ledger.
God...
Finch is on a warpath, Kaley.
If he finds out you had anything to do with it,
he's going to hunt us down
and kill us both.
_
Come on, Pepper, get on with it.
Finch. What...
What brings you out here?
You and your cousin...
you're pretty close, are you?
Relatively.
Are you being straight with me, Mr. Purferoy?
Look, Finch...
I'd appreciate some honesty.
The bloke was threatening to tell my wife
if I didn't get him in. What was I supposed to do?
I thought he just nted to knob a fancy girl.
He wasn't there to knob a fancy girl, you prat.
He was there to nick something of mine.
Something very vuable.
Oh, God.
What's the man's real name?
I don't know.
He didn't tell me.
Are you lying to me?
Because you lied to me before.
You looked me right in the eye,
just like you're doing n
Finch, what are you...?
Couldn't you find the lights?
I suppose congratulations are in order.
What for?
For closing the Molly Ryan case, you humble bastard.
You was right all along.
It was the stalker that killed her, after all.
Neville Harris
was the stalker all right, but he didn't kill her.
What?
Molly's killer was right-handed.
The autopsy was very clear about that.
But Neville...
left-handed.
These are all his scissors.
They're all left-handed.
Well, I'll be damned.
Here's something that'll cheer you up.
Stan's positive he'll get Luc off.
Oh, thank God.
When will he be out?
Hopefully, first thing tomorrow,
after they go before the magistrate.
I wish I could see him tonight.
Grace, I want you to know...
I'm so sorry.
Why? None of this is your fault.
I should've stayed with you at the gallery.
I would've been there when Luc was arrested;
I would've been there with you at the station
and then when that creep showed up,
I wouldn't have let him come near you.
Nat... you are my freakin' rock.
You dropped everything for me
and I am beyond grateful.
The least you deserve is a hook-up with that cute cop.
How was it?
Did he cuff you?
Stop it.
He's definitely hot.
Grace, what are you doing?
I can't sit around here.
I need to get out.
What? Now?
Let's go dancing.
- You're serious? - Why not?
After the day you've had?
Your boyfriend's arrested,
you've been through hell.
I mean, get some sleep.
I'm not tired.
I just... I can't be cooped up anymore.
I need to get out,
put everything out of my head for a few hours.
Come on.
Please?
When was the last time you went dancing?
No
- Yeah. - No.
Yes.
Please.
You know you want to.
Yeah, why not?
I just want to make one stop on the way.
Luc.
Hey, baby.
It's so good to see your face.
They say I'm getting out of here in the morning.
I couldn't wait that long.
They didn't want to let me see you, but...
Natalie doesn't take no for an answer.
Lucky for me.
Did they... ask you anything again?
About that night?
About us?
No.
I wouldn't say anything if they did.
You know that.
No one can know, Luc.
Ever.
No one will ever know.
No one except you and me.
It's our secret.