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- Previously on Guilt...
- Stop!

You know, there's something
off about Grace Atwood.

We found blood on
the American girl's feet.

This is cutting a little
close to home for you, huh?

- What does that mean?
- This isn't Ashington.

Donovan Trimbly.

What do you want?

You keep my secrets,

I'll keep yours.

I thought we said we
weren't gonna do this anymore.

It's a pretty interesting
perspective, isn't it?

It's dead on. This has got to been

taken from the same floor

of the building directly
across from them.

This could be their stalker.

It's just an old necklace
of hers I found.

I don't remember Molly
ever wearing this.

Go back to Belfast.

If you can't agree to that,

you're welcome to stay in London

in a jail cell.

The only person I have
in the world is you.

What's up, track star, can't keep up?

Just going easy on you.

Hey, thank God, the royal wedding fever

is keeping the paparazzi busy.

Yeah.

Luc's place is only a block away.

Race you.

You sure you don't want
to come in, grab some water?

I should probably get back to the hotel.

Catch up on some work.

Don't forget to close the blinds, okay?

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Hey! Let go.

Give me the camera.

Give it back.

Grace! Grace!

Call the police!

- Grace.
- I am the police,

and you're under arrest for assault.

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What are you up to?

You look like death warmed up.

Big night?

- Yeah, something like that.
- It must have been.

You don't usually ignore
my late night texts.

I wasn't ignoring. I was just busy.

Hmm.

Someone's being economical
with the truth.

What's with the thong?

It was bothering me that Molly had

so many posh things
for a poor girl from uni.

I thought she might have a sugar daddy.

This little bit of lace
and string cost 200 quid.

I tracked it to a boutique on

Pont Street but, unfortunately,
it was a dead end.

They had no record

of who purchased it.

Well...

this morning doesn't
have to be a total bust.

The evidence room could be fun.

Pike's waiting for me.

Let him wait.

He's a patient man.

I've got to go.

I'm really sorry.

Come on.

Can I just get five minutes?

Everything all right?

One of my investigators.

You will never guess
who he's just arrested.

I met you at Luc Pascal's
loft that night.

You're with the crown
prosecutor's office, right?

- That's right.
- Then you have the authority

to drop this completely
unfounded assault charge.

I had a reasonable belief that that man

meant my sister harm, meant me harm.

I don't know how you

prosecutors do things

in America, but over here

we don't take kindly to people

assaulting our officers.

Your officer was acting
like a Peeping Tom.

I was protecting my sister.

I guess violence runs in the family.

Excuse me?

We really must stop meeting
like this, Gwendolyn.

I agree.

I'll see you in court.

Great.

I can't wait to hear
your investigator explain

to the jury how he got
his ass kicked by a woman

half his size after he

bashed her head into the wall,

making her actions self-defense,

so, yeah, looking forward to that.

I'll tell you what, while
we're in court, why don't we

go down to the civil division

so we can take care
of our personal injury suit?

How's your head there, Natalie?

It hurts quite a bit, actually.

Oh, please.

If you go after Natalie with this

ludicrous charge,

I will bury you in countersuits,

and do not get me started on
the complaints I could generate

around this Beatrice Linley

fiasco.

That has nothing to do with it.

You had this woman in custody,
and then you let her walk back

into the hospital to finish off
her husband, and then go see

Grace Atwood

for a two-for-one.

Lady, I am gonna keep you
so busy with my paper war,

you are not gonna be able
to prosecute a parking ticket,

let alone the Molly Ryan case.

So, yeah, let's

go to court 'cause that

sounds like a hoot.

Enjoy this,

because one day, your family

won't be able to buy your way
out of your problems.

Aren't you glad you didn't fire me?

They've got a whole
team of investigators

following Grace now.

Why are they gunning for her so hard?

They must have something on her
that we don't know about.

I'm all over my Scotland Yard sources,

I haven't heard anything.

I might have a source, too.

You're welcome.

Luc, what's going on?

Did you do a line
while I was in the shower?

I was up all night. I needed something,

or I'll never finish
these paintings in time.

You need to keep a clear head.

Now more than ever.

We both do.

I don't even know why
I'm doing this stupid show.

That gallery's not interested in my art.

What are you talking about?

They called two days ago, Grace.

They know that's not enough time
to produce quality work.

This isn't about me.

This is about Molly.

So?

Molly won't be any less dead

if you don't do the show.

Grace.

No, I'm sorry.

It's about time something good happened.

So, if the gallery is
using you for your art,

use them...

and the press, too.

Turn their spotlight
from you to your art.

Your work is brilliant, Luc.

It deserves to be seen.

It's going to be an incredible night.

One you'll want to remember forever.

So promise me...

no more blow.

Please.

I promise.

You're late.

Before I give you these,

I just need to know, am I
covering up for a murderer here?

If the Prince of Wales
had committed murder,

do you really think
you'd have found the body?

Okay, so he's the father
of the baby then?

Ha, that makes sense.

That's why we didn't get
a hit on the fetal DNA

'cause the royals aren't
in the system, are they?

But then why have me do this?

It's not like we can
match any bodily fluids

Prince Theo left on these, anyway.

That was just a test.

You've passed,

and now I've got a little job for you.

I need you to get a vial
of Molly Ryan's blood.

To frame someone else.

I don't think so.

You didn't have a problem

framing Donovan Trimbly, did you?

All right, that...

was me doing what I had
to do to stop a sick bastard

locking another kid
in a basement and torturing him

to death, all right?

You know how to close a case,

and that is what we need you to do.

Find a solid suspect
and wrap up this investigation

before anyone traces Molly Ryan
back to the prince.

You're going to have
to find someone else

to do your dirty work for you, I'm out.

That's a choice,

but every choice has
a consequence, doesn't it?

This one includes being arrested
in front of your

entire department

and losing every quid you've got
to civil suits.

Listen, if you were to expose me,

every killer that I've ever
put away could be released.

I mean, can you live with that?

Question really,
is can you live with that?

Mrs. Harris, we know
the photo had to be taken

from this apartment.

I don't know who could have taken it.

Do you live alone?

It's just me and my little boy.

Yeah, it's a shame about that girl.

You know, I did have
some painters out here

about a month back.

And I wouldn't have them back again,

I'll tell you that much.

Shifty sorts.

Two weeks after they'd gone,

I realized my
Diamond Portrait Jubilee stamps

had gone missing.

You got any contact details for them?

Um.

Let me see.

I might have...

the receipt somewhere.

I'll track those painters down.

Could be one of them's got
stalking on his resume,

assaults on women.

House painting...
that's a really good cover

for a stalker when you think about it.

It gives you great access to...

homes.

Um, I tell you what, mate,

you, uh, you go on ahead.

I'll take care of this.

Sure.

Don't forget the golden rule.

The badge will get you women, but women,

they'll get your badge.

I heard you did a real number
on Officer Duncan.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You all right?

Yeah, not bad.

Maybe I should have let him
toss me in the slammer.

Would have gotten me out of

Grace's boyfriend's art show
tomorrow night.

What are the odds
he's actually any good?

Uh, a pint of ale for the lady, please.

Gotcha.

Make it two.

Yeah, I-I don't think we should
really be drinking together.

Who said we're drinking together?

We're just two people sitting at a bar.

Don't worry, I'll understand
if you can't keep up

with the American girl.

Mm-hmm.

Hmm.

I'll hold your jacket.

No, it's fine, just take the picture.

Just give it, it looks awkward.

Okay.

Uncross your arms.

Come on, smile.

It's not every day your boyfriend

gets his first solo exhibition.

Hashtag mindful moment.

There.

Now the bouncers will have to

beat the crowd back tomorrow night.

Can I have my jacket back now?

Yes, let me just get my phone.

Luc?

It's just my emergency stash.

Seriously?

- That's what you're going with?
- You're hungry.

Let's get you something to eat.

Luc, you lied to me.

I said I'd lay off.
I'm not using now, am I?

I don't even care about the blow.

You made me a promise, and you broke it.

You Americans are so dramatic.

Don't you turn this on me.

My entire life has been

flipped upside down and set on fire.

And my life hasn't.

I thought I could trust you.

That... that you cared about me.

Grace.

If you can lie to me about that,

then what else are you lying about?

Oh, no, you're ruining them.

No, right that's it.

That is it.

Try that.

Vinegar and mayonnaise?

That's genius.

My dad gets credit for that one.

He would never, ever eat his chips

without vinegar...

and mayo.

Well, I guess he wasn't
all bad after all.

You told me he was no prize.

You remember that?

I have a crazy good memory
for conversations.

You do not want to get
in a fight with me,

'cause I'll pull out crap
you said months ago,

and recite it back to you
like a court reporter.

I bet guys really dig that, right?

Totally.

So your dad taught you about fries.

Excuse me... chips.

What else?

I guess you could say,

he taught me what a hypocrite is.

Yeah, he was always going on about

how, um...

... your word is your bond.

And integrity is everything.

Right up... I mean right up...
until that moment

where he just left me
and my mum with nothing.

You're right,
he does sound like a prize.

Hmm, yeah.

I guess some
of what he said sunk in.

You seem like a man of integrity.

I'm sorry, um...

I was gonna do a whole thing here.

Try to flirt some information out of you

about the Molly Ryan investigation.

Yeah, I wondered when we were
going to come to that.

- It was that obvious?
- No, you were smooth.

You were really smooth,
but, I mean, you know,

all the bars in London,
and you just happened

to walk into the one
right across the road

from New Scotland Yard?

So let me just ask you straight out.

Why do you have a team of investigators

following my sister?

Okay, those guys, they work
for the crown prosecutor.

- They're not mine.
- So this is

Gwendolyn Hall's personal witch hunt?

Whoa, I never said that.
Nobody's on a witch hunt here.

Sitting across from her this morning,

it felt pretty personal.

What does she have against my sister?

Gwen, she's just...

She takes her job
very seriously, you know?

As I'm sure you do.

And... I need to get back to work.

And I will see you... around.

Our way of life.

Our lives themselves.

The brave soldiers
who made the ultimate sacrifice

for this great nation.

On behalf of the queen,
I dedicate this beautiful park

as a living monument

to their selfless,

heroic actions.

Did our friend deliver?

He did.

But he's proving to be

slightly more rebellious
than we'd hoped.

You misjudged him.

Didn't you?

You said we could control him.

But now there's yet one more person

who can ruin me.

Don't worry, Your Highness.

He just needs to be properly motivated.

See to it.

Oh, my God.

Hey.

What's the matter?

Have you been crying?

Luc and I got into it.

- I don't want to talk about it.
- Are you sure?

What are you doing?

Oh, I'm just, uh,

finishing up some research for work.

I think I found what I need.

It's him.

He's actually calling?

Not texting?

He must be really sorry.

Yeah, well he should be.

Grace, before I met you,

no one had ever looked at my art.

Had ever looked at me as if I mattered.

I love you, baby,
and I will do whatever it takes

to make you trust me again.

I've been working on a surprise for you.

But you can only get it if you
come to the show tomorrow.

Comfortable, eh?

D. S. Bruno?

Yeah.

We're with Internal Affairs.

Mind if we have a chat?

Sure, want to take me in a box?

No need.

We're simply doing a department audit

of the Donovan Trimbly case.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

- There a problem?
- Hopefully not.

Just need you to take a look
at your evidence reports.

Make sure you've crossed
all the "T"s, dotted the "I"s.

So nothing comes back
to bite the department.

Can you review it by day's end?

Yeah, sure.

_

You're Roz, right?

Yeah.

You're the last person
I expected to see tonight.

If anyone asks, you didn't see me.

I'm not supposed
to be in London anymore.

- What did you do?
- A load of nothing.

Put it this way, I'm no closer
to finding out who killed Molly.

Police have got jack-all on this,

and you think you're going
to solve it yourself. How?

If Molly's friends
were anything like Molly,

they don't go telling everything
they know to the police.

Like I bet that you know
who she was shagging, don't you?

No. Molly was away from home

for the first time in her life,
she wasn't exactly going steady.

What about the night she died?

She was here. Was anybody bothering her?

Not that I saw, but I was working.

It was Molly's.

You got to know something.

You're her roommate.

Look, I wish I could help.

I don't have a clue who did this.

Whoever killed her
deserves to rot in hell.

I'm sorry, Molly.

You keep dancing like that,

people are gonna think
this music is good.

Is that an Irish brogue I hear?

Belfast.

I'm from Hillsborough.

I wish I'd spent more time

getting to know my neighbors.

Did you ever go skinny dipping

at that hole in Ballyskeagh?

I still have a scar from the bloody
barbed wire fence.

There you are!

Ah.

- Slainte.
- Slainte.

I like your necklace.

I knew a girl

who had one just like it.

Oh, did you now?

And did you, um,

- get along well with her?
- Well enough.

She was my sister.

Your sister had... this necklace?

Yes, she did.

Ah.

What's it mean?

- We got to go.
- Um, I have-I have to go, sorry.

Wait, just... can't it wait?

- I just want to talk.
- I can't.

- Tell me about the necklace.
- I'm sorry.

Good morning, I was hoping
I could have a word with you.

I don't remember seeing
your name on my calendar.

I just want to say I know
the pressure you're under

with such a high profile case.

I'm sure you just want
to get this right.

That's why it'd be a shame if...

with everyone's eyes on you,
you got this all wrong

because of your bias against my sister.

Bias.

What could I possibly
have against your sister?

I don't even know her.

No, you don't.

But you think you do,

because of what happened
at Ashington Prep.

You were a scholarship student

at that fancy boarding school.

You must have been desperate to fit in.

Is that why you didn't stop
those rich girls

from dragging poor Jenna Dale
into the woods

and beating her to death?

I want you to leave this office.

- Right now.
- I understand,

Gwendolyn... you were young,
and you tried

to make it right by telling
the police what you saw,

but those girls' parents
used their influence

to make the whole thing go away,
and now you think

my sister and I
are doing the same thing.

Aren't you?

I'm not Stan.

I'm not going to threaten you
with malicious prosecution

or some smear campaign in the press,

but if you continue to pursue
Grace to the exclusion

of all other suspects,

I'll do whatever I have to do
to protect my sister,

and I won't stop until she's

- safe and sound.
- Not a day goes by

when I don't think about Jenna.

That I don't wish I'd done something

to stop those girls.

It's why I became a prosecutor,

and I will never let another injustice

go unpunished on my watch.

Never.

You know what? Maybe you're right.

Maybe I have let my past
cloud my judgment

when it comes to your sister,

but you have to admit that there
are some objective facts

that look really bad for Grace.

Maybe she has some great explanations

that will clear everything up,

but I haven't heard them

because she's been hiding

behind Stan Gutterie.

If this was your case,

would you, honestly,

clear her without speaking to her first?

Would you let her leave the country?

Probably not.

So how about this?

You let me speak to Grace,

and if I hear what I need to hear,

you can take her home.

What are you doing here?

I wasn't done with our conversation.

How did you even find me?

I tracked you with my phone.

You planted that on me last night.

I didn't have time

to think of a better idea.

- I can't talk to you.
- Says who?

That bouncer? Roz?

I just want to know about the necklace,

and then I'll get out of your hair.

You got spooked

when you heard my sister had it.

Why?

Some things are better
left unanswered, okay?

I need to know.

Whatever it is.

My sister is dead.

I wasn't there to protect her

from the bastard who butchered her,

and I have to live with that.

All I want now are some answers.

So I can get Molly some justice.

So I can get her some peace.

Please.

The necklace is from
a place where we work.

A special club...

where anyone with enough money can...

have whatever they want.

No.

No, you're lying.

You're lying. She wasn't...

She'd never.

She was a good girl.

It doesn't make her a bad person.

Okay, it's just something she did.

And it's a lovely place,
and we make really good money,

and they take really good care of us.

Stop it.

She was nothing like you.

I'm not doing it.

Would you just listen to me?

You've never been a murder suspect.

Settle down, ladies.

You have no idea what it's like

to be on the other side of that table.

Twisting everything you're saying.

Trying to trip you up.

I'm not going back in there.

You're right.

I have no idea

what that must feel like.

But you have to know
I wouldn't ask you to do this

if I didn't think it would
set you free once and for all.

Allow us to finally go home.

You never want me to talk to anyone

about anything, ever.

Tell her this is stupid.

N-Normally I would tell you
to keep your mouth shut.

You're on her side?

I don't like
to live in the dark, you know?

My guess is Gwendolyn

is cooking something up.

I like to look at the menu
before I get the bill.

But don't worry, unlike
your last round in the ring,

I'm gonna be in your corner this time.

Oh, working half-day now?

I had a late night.

Ran down our second painter,
he's not our perp.

He was away with his family in Brighton

the night Molly Ryan was killed.

Well, our mystery stalker
might be moot, anyway.

Check out what came back
when you was having a lie-in.

- Whoa.
- Yeah.

Grace Atwood's coming in this afternoon

to speak to Gwendolyn.

Gwendolyn?

What?

This is our investigation.

This... we should have
the first crack at her.

Oh, believe me, I reminded her
that we haven't handed

this case off
to the crown prosecutor, yet.

But Gwen said she was the one

who sweet-talked the sister
into bringing her in.

And we already had our crack
at Grace, and we got nowhere.

Well, you know what, maybe
if we'd had this bombshell,

it would have been a different story.

I didn't care
about Professor Linley anymore.

By that time, I was
already dating Luc, anyway.

Luc, that's right.

Seems like
you're pretty smitten with him.

Are there any questions here,

or are you just hungry
for a little girl talk?

Just an observation.

I love Luc,

if that's what you mean.

Okay, then.

I don't mean to be callous,

but we have a video of Luc
and Molly, from the night

- that she was killed.
- The lap dance.

Yeah, I know about it.

It was nothing.

It was just Molly being silly

and Luc playing along.

So, you and Molly
never fought about Luc?

- Nope.
- Not that night?

Not ever.

She's painting her

into a corner.

Did you and Molly fight

about anything that night?

No, I swear.

We never fought.

Then why did Molly

have your blood and skin cells

under her fingernails?

There are a million reasons
why Grace's DNA

could've been under Molly's nails.

There aren't a million
reasons why Grace's blood

was under Molly's nails.

There's only one reason

that I can see, Molly fought back

when you came after her with that knife.

When you were killing her.

We're done.

You've had your fun.

Come on. Get up.

Let's go.

Grace.

- No, I...
- Shut up.

Not another word. Let's go.

Grace, Stan's right.

You want to tell
your side of the story,

clear your name.

I'm listening, Grace.

Talk to me.

Grace, come on.

We're going.

- Come on.
- No.

You both made me come here,

just let me talk.

I didn't do anything wrong.

It's not what you think.

Then by all means, illuminate me.

Earlier that night...

... the night Molly died...

... Molly pierced my belly button.

You're quick on your feet, aren't you?

I'm not lying.

I have proof.

Did you see her?!

Flashing her belly button
like it was spring break.

That girl thinks she's entitled
to get away with murder!

I think she had a pretty
solid explanation, Gwen.

A little too solid.

You know, she...

she must've known why
we were bringing her in.

Went out, got a piercing
to cover her tracks, but how?

How did she know?

How did she know?

You.

You tipped off the sister, didn't you?

We've all had a long day,

so I'm gonna pretend you didn't
just question my integrity.

I saw you with her yesterday at lunch.

You two looked pretty cozy.

Okay, that is called working a source.

All right? And this whole thing,
this is total bull...

Then look me in the eye
and tell me that your handling

of this case has been
completely above board.

I want to... I want to catch
Molly Ryan's killer

just as much as you do.

I don't know what's
going on with you, Alex,

but I cannot let it

affect this case.

I'm sorry.

You're off the investigation.

Whoa, you can't do that.

This is... this is my case.

No, this is my case.

The detectives who work it serve

under the discretion
of the crown prosecution,

and I no longer require your services.

I'm gonna go get a drink.

I was afraid you wouldn't make it.

Where's my surprise?

Is that the only reason you came?

Maybe.

Oh, then I guess
you better come with me.

You ready?

Go on.

You sure?

Yeah.

I love it.

I owe all of this to you.

I'm sorry I wasn't here
at the start of the show.

I was stuck at the police station.

Why? What do they want now?

They found my blood
under Molly's fingernails.

I know. I freaked too.

Thank God I remembered
Molly gave me that piercing

earlier that night.

That was that evening?

I showed it to you

for the first time
on the roof, remember?

Oh, yeah.

Whiskey straight.

You here to ambush my sister, too?

I'm just here for the free drink,

and Luc's bold use of blue.

Sorry, I can't really do

chitchat right now.

Just want to get drunk.

Forget that I let Gwen
play me like a rookie today.

And you,

really thought I was better
at reading people,

you're a tricky one, aren't you?

Going on about what a hypocrite

your dad was, while you're
planning to sucker punch

my little sister.

You came to that bar,
to pump me for information,

but I'm the tricky one.

You know, I'd like to think that

I'm still a solid enough cop
that I wouldn't have blabbed

about the DNA evidence, but the fact is

I didn't even know at that point.

And know we will never know
whether I would've been able

to resist your charms because I am now

officially off the Molly Ryan
murder investigation.

Cheers.

You're off the case?

What happened?

Gwen.

- She kicked me off.
- What?

Why?

She's convinced that I am no longer...

impartial in the case.

And why is that?

She thinks I got feelings for you.

Why would she think that?

Maybe...

... maybe because I do.

Do you want to get out of here?

Congrats, Luc.

Hey.

There you go, lovely.

Well, the turn-out's
mostly to do with Molly.

I know that.

Well, you're talented, Luc.

Everyone can see it.

Well,

- thanks.
- Luc.

Really?

After what you said, you just walk up

to my boyfriend's art show
like it's nothing?

Luc and I were friends long
before you came to town.

You said it was my fault Molly was dead.

And I thought you were
saying it was my fault,

and I couldn't go there.

So I harshed you.

But you're right.

I'm sorry.

I miss her so much.

Me too.

Hey, Luc.

Luc.

Can you hook me up with some blow?

Huh?

Here, take this.

I don't want it.

How much?

No, it's okay.

At least... take a few quid.

What the hell?

- It's okay.
- You're under arrest.