- Previously on Guilt... - Prince Theo killed Molly.
You're the only one who can stop the prince
from hurting anyone else.
My little sister is on trial
for a murder she didn't commit.
And the disappearance of this woman
could be a clue that could help her.
Looks like the killer's done us a favor.
Gift-wrapped her to preserve her DNA.
- Australia? - I want to move there.
With you... just put London behind us.
We don't have that kind of money, Kaley.
These compulsions of yours,
they only need to trouble.
I need to see you.
I'll give you 10,000 pounds.
I can do tomorrow at 3:00.
42 Golborne Road.
I'll be there.
My step-dad set up a trust fund for me.
- You could spend it with me. - Let's do it.
On the way back to court, when the verdict's in.
We can disappear.
Get me out of here.
I don't care what you want, not anymore.
I don't need your permission to do this.
You don't own me.
Molly?
Are you okay?
It's nothing. I'm grand.
Come on, Mol.
It's me.
What's the matter?
I'm tired of thinking about it.
So come out with me tonight.
Luc and I are going to Diablo to see Roz's set.
It'll be fun.
I've seen Roz DJ a million times.
Thanks for the support.
I'm just going to stay home tonight.
Get some takeaway, watch the telly.
Don't be lame.
Come on, Molly.
You only live once.
The verdict is in.
Judge Chenery's bringing the jury back
- in two hours. - That's too soon.
You need to call Pike and see what's taking so long
- with the lab results. - I just called him.
He's breathing down their necks, I promise.
Well, he needs to breathe harder.
Grace's only shot is if we can tie
Jessica Marshall's murder to Molly's... to Prince Theo.
If these two murders are linked, the truth will come out.
What? The truth will set Grace free?
Not soon enough.
If the jury delivers a guilty verdict,
then it won't matter if Prince Theo
tweets how he killed Molly Ryan
in 140 characters or less.
We still have to appeal, and that could take
up to a year or more.
And Grace will be in prison the whole time.
Hey.
Um, do you want a cup of tea?
Uh, better not.
Declan will have my hide if I'm late.
Treats that pub
like his own bloody little kingdom.
Well, I'm off to. I've got a shift this afternoon.
Um, but I will see you back here after?
Yeah.
I wish I didn't have to go to this meeting
this afternoon, Charlotte, but I promised Mum.
Afterwards, we'll head straight to Sandringham,
and we can stay as long as you like.
We'll get through this, my darling.
I love you.
According to the schedule,
your afternoon is quite free, Your Highness.
Shall I ring Miss Crockleby back
and let her know you'll be with her sooner than expected?
- Do you think that's funny, Phillip? - No.
I think you're playing with fire.
This is none of your concern.
None of my concern.
Do you understand the things I've had to do
because you can't control yourself?
I've ruined a detective's career.
I silenced that poor kid who saw you.
You?
You murdered that boy?
I took an oath to protect you.
What else do you expect me to do?
Let him tell the world what he saw?
That boy was mistaken.
He didn't know what he saw.
You have no idea h-how hard I've worked
to convince myself that you didn't kill Molly.
Even after I realized you snuck out my car that night,
but then the boy came forward...
...and I couldn't keep deluding myself.
I didn't kill her.
She called that night, going on
about how she was keeping the baby,
no matter what I said.
So I went over there to try
and convince her to get rid of it.
When I got there, she was already dead.
I saw the knife in her,
and I didn't think, I just pulled it out.
I'm not a killer.
But you are, Phillip.
That's the tracking system taken care of.
Got a car stashed a few miles down the road,
and there's no CCTV between here and there,
so we're on our way.
There. That's better, isn't it?
Thanks.
We'll be in the Welsh countryside in four hours.
Stay at my cousin's and lay low until the heat dies down.
Buzz me in, will you?
Pike's expecting me.
Bruno.
Jessica Marshall's lab results.
You're not going to believe this.
What is it?
A familial DNA match to Molly Ryan's baby?
No, no, no.
There's DNA found on Jessica's body
and prints on the tarp that she was wrapped in.
They're all a match
to someone else we know and love.
I've already called for a warrant.
Who is it?
Luc Pascal.
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So I got a mate working on hooking us up
with some new IDs.
I didn't get a chance to ask you what you wanted
your new name to be, so I went with Samantha Hill.
I hope that's okay?
It's probably not too late to change it.
No. the name's fine, I ju... I...
I didn't even think of that.
Yeah, there's a lot to think about.
Got to change our name, the way we look.
You should um, should probably dye your hair.
And cut it short.
Don't worry; it'll grow back.
I'll-I'll shave my head if I have to.
I... I just, uh...
How soon do you think I can contact my sister?
You can't... I thought you got that.
They're going to be watching her like a hawk.
Well, yeah. At first, but, uh,
but eventually...
No. There is no eventually.
This is going to be the prison break heard around the world.
They're never going to stop looking for you.
Sorry, Grace, but if you want to stay free,
you'll never see your sister again.
Damn it.
Do you have the money?
Of course I have the money.
I'm a man of my word.
Is that what your fiancée thinks?
You're being very naughty, aren't you?
Coming here today.
Everybody's watching you.
Now more than ever.
Why are you here?
Hmm?
Do you want to get caught?
Does it excite you?
You know what I think?
I think...
you deserve to be punished.
Charlotte, do you think your fiancé's the killer?
Are you sticking with him?
Where's Aidan?
He was supposed to take me to Sandringham.
I'll take you to Sandringham, Ms. Crockleby.
If that's what you want.
So now you're judging me, too?
I've just had an earful from my mum.
And in case you didn't notice, the entire British press corps
wants to paint me as a spineless fool for standing by my man.
I understand that kind of devotion,
and it's-it's hard to let go of.
I've believed in the monarchy for as long as I can remember.
It's been my life's honor to serve it.
But somewhere along the way, my loyalty was perverted
from something noble
into something dangerous.
I think there's somewhere we need to stop.
Open the door, Luc! Luc!
It's the police! Open up! Luc!
We really need to talk, Luc.
What do you want me to say?
I'm gonna record our conversation.
Make sure it's done by the book.
Is that okay with you, Luc?
Do you remember Jessica Marshall, Luc?
Yeah?
Well, we found her.
Found your DNA
all over her dead body.
You killed her, didn't you, Luc?
It was an accident.
She liked it rough.
Liked it when I...
choked her.
Was she your client? Did you work at the Courtenay?
She...
she always wanted more.
More. And...
and then...
...she was just gone.
Was that how it was with Molly? Did she like it rough, too?
No.
No, it wasn't like that.
Then how was it?
I understand, Luc.
You can't live with what you've done, can you?
But let me tell you something, it doesn't matter
how much junk that you put into your veins,
you will never, ever feel any better
until you tell the truth.
So just tell me,
did you kill Molly Ryan?
Yes.
I killed her.
I killed Molly.
Why?
Why did you do it?
I didn't want to kill her.
But I had to or...
or she was going to tell about Jessica.
I had to kill Molly or she was going to tell.
Okay, now, listen to me,
you have to tell us exactly how it happened, because
otherwise Grace is gonna go to prison
for a really long time.
And that's not something you want, is it, Luc?
No.
Grace and I were on the roof.
I gave her something.
A drug?
Like a tranquilizer?
She wasn't supposed to wake up.
I went downstairs...
...grabbed a knife.
I wanted it to be quick.
I didn't want Molly to suffer.
So I cut her throat.
But she wouldn't die.
She was so strong.
She just wouldn't die.
Tell Grace I'm sorry.
No, Luc, no!
No, no, no, no.
This is D.I. Pike. I need immediate medical assistance
- at my location. - We're losing him!
Come on, mate. Why didn't we find any blood
on your clothes? Where did you put your clothes?
Luc! Luc!
I-I fed them...
...to the dragon.
You fed them to the dragon?
The dragon. What's the dragon? What does that mean?
Come on. Come on. Come on.
Luc! Luc! No!
There was nothing we could do to save him, Natalie. He's dead.
Luc is dead, all right?
Oh, my God, I... I can't believe it.
We got his confession on tape.
I don't think that'll be enough.
After what Luc pulled in court, Judge Chenery
will probably believe he lied on his deathbed to save her.
We need something to corroborate his story,
a piece of physical evidence.
I know, I know. We're working on it.
Well, work fast. They're about to deliver a verdict.
Where is your client, Mr. Gutterie?
I can't bring in the jury until the defendant is present.
Well, I don't know, Your Honor.
Perhaps my learned friend would rather not hear this verdict.
If this is another of your delaying tactics, Mr. Gutterie,
I won't just fine you for contempt...
I'll see that you never practice law in this country again.
Well, I would have gladly chauffeured Grace myself
to ensure her timely arrival, but your prison system
seems to think it's better suited to the task.
Apparently they were, uh,
a little overconfident in their abilities.
Officer, get in contact with prison transport
and find out why in God's good name they're delaying
my proceedings.
Unit Five, this is dispatch
requesting immediate contact.
Unit Five, come in, please, Unit Five.
I expected them to get jumpy by now. It's fine.
We're nearly at the drop car.
Then we're on the home straight.
- Stop the van. Stop the van! - What?
What's the matter? You gonna be sick?
No. This is a mistake. We have to go back.
Are you crazy?
It's too late.
If we go back, we both go to jail.
I can't do this. I can't leave my sister.
- Forever. - Grace,
I've done things, things that can't be undone.
I've given up everything.
I'm sorry, Josh, I really am.
Oh, wow.
Please.
You're really something, aren't you?
The papers...
they don't know the half of it.
I'll figure out a way to make it up to you,
to keep you out of trouble, I promise.
Oh, you are way past making it up to me.
Way past that.
We're finishing what you started.
What the hell did you do?
We're screwed.
Do you hear that?
They're coming for us.
This doesn't have to go bad for you if you do exactly as I say.
Are you mental? It's already gone bad!
Listen to me, Josh.
You're gonna put me back in my restraints, and you're gonna
convince them this was all an accident.
- No. No. No, they'll never believe us. - You'll make them believe.
Or you can start running.
But it doesn't sound like you've got much of a head start now.
There must be something in Molly Ryan's flat,
- something we missed. - Don't get your hopes up, mate.
Crime scene techs scoured every inch of this place.
If Luc left his bloody clothes anywhere, we'd have found them.
Maybe he didn't leave them in the building.
Been all over the roof, too. You know that.
Neville told us he jumped from his roof to Molly's
when he came over there to steal her things.
Maybe Luc made the jump, too.
There's nothin' but pigeon droppings up here, mate.
I found something.
Oh, damn it. It's just rubbish.
This might not even be the right roof, you know?
Luc could've hidden his clothes on any one of these rooftops.
Crime scene techs will be here any minute,
but, even still, they won't be able to search them all in time.
What do you reckon, try the next one over?
Luc said he fed his clothes to the dragon, right?
I think we should go to the dragon.
Mmm, that's it, baby.
You like that, don't you?
You're such a naughty boy.
Ooh, you're such a bad boy.
Does that feel good?
Yeah.
Yes, it does.
Charlotte.
Oh, excuse me.
I didn't mean to interrupt.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God. It's okay.
It's okay. I got it.
It's fine. It's okay. Relax.
Just breathe, okay?
It's okay. Look at me.
Do something.
Please!
Call an ambulance or something.
It's fine.
Charlotte...
Charlotte.
Look, he's gonna die. You need to call someone now.
I don't think so.
Um... oh, my...
Charlotte.
Here.
It's gonna be fine. Everything's gonna be fine.
The Grace Atwood case is full of drama to the very end.
The infamous defendant was late to her own verdict
because a paparazzo chased her prison transport van,
causing them to spin out of control and wreck.
It would appear we finally have a defendant.
And perhaps we may proceed
to the main reason we are gathered here today,
the verdict.
Your Honor, my client hit her head
quite forcefully in that crash.
I think the most prudent course of action would be to seek
immediate medical attention.
Your client has already received
medical attention at the site.
There'll be no more delays.
- Your Honor, with all due respect... - Bailiff.
Bring in the jury.
We're ready for you.
- Your Honor. - Your Honor, please forgive
the unorthodox interruption.
We would like to present some new evidence.
New evidence that would exonerate Grace Atwood
in the murder of Molly Ryan.
This is outrageous.
Your Honor, the Defense has rested its case.
The jury is literally waiting in the wings.
The defense counsel is just
pulling another one of his stunts.
This is not a stunt.
Gwen, I promise, you're going to want to hear what we found.
Please, step back.
If new and probative evidence
is uncovered before the jury delivers its verdict,
then the Defense is entitled to present that evidence.
- Your Honor, I... - But...
Before I allow the jury to hear anything,
I want someone to tell me what the hell
is going on around here.
Yes, I killed her.
I killed Molly.
I had to kill Molly or she was going to tell.
I grabbed a knife.
I wanted it to be quick.
I didn't want Molly to suffer,
so I cut her throat.
She just wouldn't die.
Tell Grace I'm sorry.
Luc Pascal died
from a self-inflicted knife wound moments later.
We found his blood-stained clothes
hidden behind a sign on a rooftop
very nearby the building where Molly was killed.
And the blood... has it been tested?
Not fully, but our preliminary blood type
and test done at the scene
revealed it matched Molly Ryan's
extremely rare, AB negative, blood type.
Given Mr. Bruno's checkered history,
I have severe reservations about allowing the jury
to hear this evidence.
The confession could have been coerced.
The bloody clothes manufactured.
Detective Inspector Pike has a flawless record,
Your Honor.
As D.S. Bruno's former partner,
I find his word less than sacrosanct.
But it is for the jury
to determine the credibility of witnesses.
Therefore, I'll allow it.
But there'll be a recess to grant the crown time
to prepare its rebuttal.
How much time will you need, Madam Prosecutor?
Ms. Hall?
I don't need any more time.
I don't think the jury need to
determine the credibility of these witnesses.
I'm satisfied that they're telling the truth.
I'm satisfied that Grace Atwood is...
not guilty
in the murder of Molly Ryan,
and on behalf of the Crown,
I move to dismiss the charge against her.
Are you sure you don't require time to reflect?
I'm quite sure.
Then I grant your motion.
The murder charge against Grace Atwood is dismissed.
It's over.
Grace Atwood is relieved
to be out from under the cloud
of suspicion that has followed
her since the tragic morning she discovered
her dear friend Molly Ryan murdered.
Now, I am just thankful
that today I was finally able to prove her innocence
beyond a reasonable doubt.
- Now, what do we have? - Are you really counting this
as a personal victory, Mr. Gutterie?
We don't know what the jury's verdict would have been.
Seems like more of a victory
for the detectives of Scotland Yard.
Any day that justice is served,
I count as a personal victory.
All right, what do we got?
Hey, Detective. Wait up.
I-I just wanted to thank you.
No need to thank me.
I was just doing my job.
Doing my old job.
I think it was a little more than that.
You taking Grace home now?
I already booked our flight.
We leave tonight.
- I wish we could, like... - Too bad we couldn't...
You first.
Okay.
I, uh...
I just...
I just hope that you have a happy life, Natalie.
You, too, Alex.
Prince Theo is still in critical condition
following a hunting accident.
It is reported that...
Bold move, cousin.
Not sure I'd have the stones to be out, if I were you.
What do you mean?
Buckingham Palace may be covering for their randy prince,
but not doubt they'll already be searching for you.
What are you playing at, Declan? I know you're the one
who shot the prince.
Why would I shoot the prince
when you said you were going to?
You're lying, you shot him.
But it turns out the bastard's innocent.
He may not have killed your sister,
but I'd hardly call Prince Theo innocent.
None of them are.
The blood of our people is on their hands.
You used me.
To get to him.
Believe what you want.
It doesn't matter who shot him.
You're the one who's been spouting your mouth off
about how you were gonna get vengeance for your wee sister.
And you're the one
who's been sleeping with the prince's whore.
They're coming for you Patrick.
Hey.
Gwen, I know I'm probably the last person you want to see.
I want to hate you.
I want to hate you, I really do.
But I can't.
'Cause if it wasn't for you,
I might've sent an innocent girl to prison
for the rest of her life.
We don't know that.
We don't know what the...
what the jury verdict was gonna be,
they might've seen it right.
So what, I'm a blind fool, but at least I'm bad in court?
Is that supposed to comfort me?
No, that's not what I meant.
Ever since what happened in Ashington,
I knew what I wanted to do with my life.
I wanted to make sure that people who do bad things
get punished.
This case.
This case, it just...
I let it get under my skin.
And I forgot!
It's my job to protect the innocent
just as much as punish the guilty.
But we can't do this job if it doesn't get under our skin,
can we?
And this case,
it twisted all of us up, not just you.
At least your mistakes got fixed.
Come on.
You just sold one of the biggest cases
Scotland Yard's had in years.
I'm gonna speak to the Commissioner,
get you reinstated.
I can live without my badge, Gwen.
But Donovan Trimbly going free?
I don't know quite how I'm supposed to live with that.
We've not had out best run lately, have we?
I need a drink.
Come to think of it, don't I owe you one?
Come on. What do you say? One drink.
Okay.
Just one drink.
Well, hello.
You can help me celebrate.
Do you like scotch?
I figured it out.
Figured what out?
Why you've been feeding me the biggest stories
this city has seen in years.
Yeah, well, that's no mystery.
You're young and hungry...
I'm a nobody.
I knew you had an angle.
The great Stan Gutterie always has an angle.
So I started looking into you.
Into why you came to London when you got disgraced in the U.S.
You know what I found out?
It wasn't the first time you'd lived in the UK.
You were here as a Rhodes Scholar.
About 26 years ago, isn't that right?
Yeah, that's right.
Here's a funny coincidence.
You were at Oxford at the exact same time as my mum.
When she got knocked up.
You're my father.
Yeah, I am.
You know, um,
when she told me that she was pregnant,
I was already back in the States.
And, uh...
Well, in case you haven't noticed, I'm...
kind of a selfish bastard.
So when she, um, suggested
that we live our separate lives,
I didn't put up too much of a fight.
But 20 years later,
when I had to find a new place to call home,
I chose London.
And I wanted to see you
right from the start.
But I got...
I lost my nerve.
Then, you what, you started writing these stories,
uh, about the case and about me.
And I thought, "Geez, what is that?"
I thought, "Is that, like, a sign?"
And I know I should've...
told you the truth
right when I saw you.
But I thought maybe...
if you get to know me a bit
before I break the news,
you might not...
hate me as much.
You thought you could make up for a lifetime of abandonment
with a few lame scoops?
Nice try.
But I'm not interested.
Dad.
If you weren't interested,
you wouldn't have come to see me!
How are you coming along?
We need to get out of here soon.
I don't want to risk missing our flight.
Oh, Grace...
I still can't believe it.
Any of it, that...
Luc's dead.
He killed Molly.
It's like I never even knew him.
I mean, was everything a lie?
People do things we'd never expect when they're desperate.
And Luc was desperate, Grace.
Molly was threatening to tell his secret.
I don't get that either.
If Molly knew Luc killed that woman months ago,
then why wait all this time to threaten him?
Maybe Molly was blackmailing him
to try to get money for her baby.
- Luc didn't have any money. - I'm sorry I don't have
a better answer for you, but I've prosecuted enough murders
to know they don't always make sense.
I know this hurts.
I know it's the most awful thing,
but you have to focus on going home.
Leaving all this behind.
Can you do that?
Did you get everything from the bathroom?
Uh... yeah, this is the last of it, but...
I want to stop by my old flat on the way to the airport.
What? Why? I mean, we're pushing it as it is.
'Cause I left a sweater there that Molly gave me,
and I can't go home without it.
Please, Natalie.
I'll be quick.
You sure you want to go back there?
I want something...
something good
to remember her by.
Something from before everything went wrong.
You know?
Do you want me to come with you?
No, I'll be fine.
I'll be back in a second.
You know, it's not natural
not to be ticklish anywhere.
I'm gonna find it.
Maybe back here?
Oh.
I found it.
- Stop, Molly! - I found it!
Stop! How did you get so strong?
Goddamn it.
So do you still love me?
Even though I know your weakness?
There's nothing that could stop me loving you, Mol.
You and Molly?
- No, no there's no more. - Have you got more?
You were together?
How did I not know?
Nobody knew.
Molly said she wanted it
to be our secret.
That it'd be more special that way.
Molly was pregnant.
- With Prince Theo's baby. - Stupid girl.
She thought he was gonna call off The Royal Wedding for her.
That they were gonna live happily ever after.
He didn't love her.
I did.
I remember.
That last week.
You and Molly barely spoke.
I-I thought you were just getting on each other's nerves.
I... I never thought...
You couldn't stand that she loved someone else, could you?
But you couldn't kill her yourself.
No, Grace...
So you forced Luc to do it for you.
No.
No, you don't understand.
You know everything that happens at the Courtenay.
You knew Luc killed that woman.
He said...
he had to kill Molly
or she was gonna tell.
You were the "she."
- Grace... - Not Molly.
Please. Don't.
You let me think it was my fault Molly died.
I almost went to prison
for the rest of my life, but it was you.
You're right.
I couldn't take it.
Knowing that she exists in this world
loving someone else.
I needed...
I needed her to be gone.
I thought I'd feel better after, but...
Please. You get it, right?
Come on, you know what it's like
loving someone so much that you go mental
at the thought of losing them, you get that, right?
Grace?
I do get it.
I get that Molly is dead
because of you!
And so is Luc.
Grace!
What did you do?