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Previously on Guilt...

Grace, what did you do?

[Natalie] This is a mistake, | can assure you.

She hasn't done anything wrong.

[Grace] I'm sorry, Molly.

-l love you. -That girl can really work up the tears.

They're calling me "American Psycho."

[Grace] The press is all over my hotel. I'm going crazy.

[Finch] There's still the little matter of the 20,000 quid Kaley cost me.

I'll getit.

[Gwendolyn] You want someone to pay for what happened to your sister.

My family needs answers.

[Pike] Who gives a rat's arse about a stuffed monkey?

[Bruno] Whoever knicked it, that's who.

The tabloids have just handed us an alternative suspect.

[Patrick] Do you think that professor knocked her up?

[Grace] Are you gonna go after him?

-[grunting] -[intense music playing]

[Beatrice] Get away from my husband.

Get away from him now.

-[gunshot] -[thud]

-[gunshot] -[intense music decelerates]

-[sirens wailing] -[indistinct chatter]

-[Bruno] What is going on? -[Officer] There's been a shooting, sir.

Hello, mate, Scotland Yard. | need to talk to her.

-Ah, hello, Mrs. Linley. -Hello.

I'm Detective Sergeant Bruno, Scotland Yard.

Could you just please tell us exactly what happened?

He broke into the house.

[crying] | was terrified.

| know this is really traumatic for you, but if you could please, please,

just tell us exactly what happened.

-He shot my husband. -Who?

Molly Ryan's brother shot my husband.

[rousing music playing]

[panting]

['Halcyon Days" by Svava playing]

I You are a small tree I

[phone chimes]

I You are a small tree I

& In my forest I

[phone chimes]

& The way you ripple in 7

-Screw you. -[phone chimes]

& The way you ripple 7

I Doesn't bother &

[rapid chiming]

& I'm where my history... &

-[Grace screams] -[glass shatters]

[phone chimes]

-Grace? What's going on? -[Grace panting]

They want me dead.

-Who? -The whole world. Online.

-Did you sleep at all? -l tried, but... [sniffles]

Hey, | know it's horrible what those people are saying,

but you can't pay attention to that.

-They don't even know you... -Carolyn Bloom does!

[sniffles] My friend from camp.

She's posted that, "l was always a bipolar skank,"

and that she's not surprised | snapped and killed Molly.

-Okay, that's enough. -Hey!

No, you'll never sleep,

-if you keep reading this crap. -1 won't sleep anyway.

You need to rest or you'll just keep spiraling.

Here. Take one of my sleeping pills.

Come on. Let's get you to bed.

Everything will feel better once you've gotten some sleep.

-[phone ringing] -[car engine revving]

-Who is this? -[distorted voice] Does it matter?

[Roz] | have Molly Ryan's phone.

[James] Like hell you do!

Any idiot can spoof a cell number.

[phone beeps]

[distorted voice over phone] Handsome friends you have.

Who the hell is this?

via Bitcoin or this photo gets lobbed to the FBI,

the Scotland Yard and Interpol... for starters.

You have no idea the minefield you're stepping in.

These men take their privacy very seriously,

and when they come for you, and | promise you they will,

Nice try but we both know you won't say a word...

Turn the damn car around.

[Beatrice] That man was screaming

| grabbed the rifle and when | went into the kitchen he was just...

beating my husband.

-[thwacks, Geoffrey gasps] -[sighs]

And then he saw me.

Then he came at me and...

! fired. | think | might have hit him.

[Pike] That's okay. You were defending yourself.

So, go on, what happened next?

He pushed me down and grabbed the gun and...

and he shot Geoffrey in the head.

-[gunshot] -[thud]

It's all right, Mrs. Linley, you've been really brave.

Thanks.

Okay.

a girl by the name of Hanna Reid?

Hah, how is that girl possibly relevant to what happened tonight?

Well, because...

your husband was having an affair with her and she wound up dead.

| know it was ruled a suicide...

but in the light of the Molly Ryan accusations...

Hanna sent me a letter.

It's a suicide note. | got it the day after she died.

| still have it.

You have it at home? Okay?

Geoffrey was wracked with guilt.

He was the one who had broken it off and that was why she...

Anyway, we, uh...

you know, we worked through it.

and we were beginning to get past this, too, and...

Can | please go and be with my husband now?

Yeah, of course.

We'll have someone come and take you to the hospital.

Don't worry, we're gonna find Patrick Ryan.

-[door closes] -[phone ringing]

| just hope the press doesn't get a hold of this.

| saw this coming.

Patrick Ryan's had a vendetta since the moment his sister died.

Gwen, hey, hey!

| know few victim's relatives that don't have a vendestta.

Be careful when you go looking for him.

He's dangerous, Bruno.

[intense music playing]

Hey, mate.

-Can | help you find something? -No, I'm good.

You all right?

I'm fine.

-What's that in your coat? -[medicines tumbling]

-Hey. -[thrusting]

[panting]

-[siren wailing] -[car engine revving]

[tires screeching]

Every time | close my eyes, | just keep seeing all the horrible things

people are posting about me.

They're lies, nothing more.

Come over and I'll help you forget about everything.

There are paparazzi camped outside all the hotel doors.

| can't face them right now.

[Luc] Well, then I'll come to you.

No, they'll just end up taking some awful picture of you,

saying that," We're screwing our brains out while Molly rots."

This isn't gonna stop, Luc. It's never gonna stop.

-You just don't sound good, baby. -[Grace] I'm just...

I'm just glad my mom's not here anymore,

to see that the whole world thinks I'm... a sociopath.

[Grace] No, don't, please, don't, I just...

| need to get some sleep. I'll be... I'll be better if | can just sleep.

[Luc] Grace...

torture people for fun.

-If those pictures ever get out, |-- -Maybe you should think

Why do you bother? | mean, aren't you rich enough?

to working with criminals?

I needed cash flow just to keep going or the whole thing would've fallen apart.

You know, your first mistake was letting Molly Ryan blackmail you.

a blackmail slush fund if you want to keep representing this family.

Tell me you can fix this.

Well, if my suspicions are correct, which they usually are,

your blackmailer...

and | will draw him out of hiding.

Anyone willing to use infamous criminals as pawns is either daft or desperate.

[Stan] You want your 30,000 pounds,

[Roz] Who's this?

Like James would risk going to the police.

Enough of this Bitcoin nonsense, it's not secure.

Now pay attention, because I'm only gonna say this once.

I've got it under control.

He, he could've made for the coast, rented a boat, sailed back to Ireland.

Also, found a burner, hidden in his closet.

It was taken in his house, on the 29th of March, at 2:37 a.m.

Way across town.

Linley didn't kill her.

I'm telling you, | did not shoot that man.

You're bleeding.

I'm fine.

-Hardly. Come on, sit down. -[sighs]

[phone buzzing]

Oh, my God.

Grace! Grace, wake up!

How can | go out there and smile all pretty for an engagement portrait

relationship with Molly Ryan.

Molly... was well compensated to keep her mouth shut.

She was also compensated to stay on the pill.

| have no idea how many loose ends are out there.

We'll find someone, inside the investigation, hmm?

Someone with a weakness to exploit.

Even commoners do things they shouldn't,

-Your Highness. -[door closes]

-Am | interrupting? -Wow.

-You look... amazing. -I'd better.

Seventeen people worked me over for this portrait.

For some reason, they completely rejected my idea to wear my old trackies.

| love you in your old trackies.

I'm not sure your mum would.

My mum's hardly setting the fashion world on fire.

but the public have slightly higher standards for a wannabe princess.

The public will love you, for the same reason | love you.

Yo, yo, DJ Roz.

Wankers wouldn't know talent

-if it hit them in the head. -[chuckles]

No, it'll rain.

-Just need to keep drumming. -Or...

you could find a more lucrative way to spend your afternoon.

I'm all ears.

-[sighs] -[phone ringing]

-[indistinct TV news reports] -[phone ringing]

[machine beeps]

Excuse me? Are you Grace Atwood's sister?

Yes. [sighs]

Is Grace okay?

-Did she wake up? -I'm sorry, |...

don't have a report from the doctor yet.

| just need to take down some information about the incident.

[sniffles]

[, um... | think she took too many sleeping pills.

Do you think your sister tried to take her own life”?

Sometimes that can trigger a suicide attempt.

My name’'s Veena Patel,

-I'm a reporter for The Story. -Yeah.

I have a story for you.

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who dreamt of being a real journalist,

but it turns out she's a no talent hack who's not pretty enough to be a TV anchor,

so she's stuck at a low rent rag with more ads for hookers

-than genuine news. -You know what | think,

the real story is here?

How you're gonna live with yourself if Grace dies, after taking, your pills.

[ambient music playing]

It's a through-and-through. Missed your arteries. You're lucky.

Luckier than Linley.

What happened in that cottage?

| went there to look that coward in the eye.

Have him tell me if he killed my sister.

Then his wife came in, waving a rifle,

with a criminal record over some posh, English housewife?

I've got a Ma back home.

She can't get out of bed, she's so wrecked from losing her little girl.

She's counting on me to get justice for our family.

That's not going to happen if | get locked up for something | didn't do.

That's why | need you to believe me.

You have to believe me.

| do.

-Ah, it was a mistake to come here. -No, it wasn't. | want to help you.

-Patrick. -[siren blaring]

[tires screeching]

Patrick Ryan.

Don't you do that. Come here!

Stop him!

[groans]

["Highway Drivin" by MRCH playing]

& Highway driving in the city streels J

& I'm gonna get my baby I

& Up to speed and go J

I Ride away &

I Away, away I

& The night, the night &

I Far away [

I Away, away I

I Far away [

J Far enough from you... &

-Huh? -It's not your stop, kid.

-Let go of me. -Happy to. Soon as | get what | came for.

-You have the phone, mate. Back off. -Yeah, but | need a name.

Unless you're the one calling the shots, but you don't really strike me

as the strategic type. No. You were paid to make the drop.

So let me tell you how it's gonna be,

I'll give you a nice, hefty raise, you tell me who hired you.

[hooligans chanting] Manchester! Manchester! Manchester!

-Let go of me, Mister. -Give me the bag, kid.

-Manchester! Manchester! Manchester! -What's going on here?

-This pervert bothering you, kid? -Yeah, he's not letting me leave.

I'm making a citizen's arrest, the kid stole my bag.

-This bag here? Worth knickin’, is it? -Give me that? Give it here.

-Give me that bag. Right now! Really? -Ooh, nice phone here, glitter boy.

-[hooligans giggling] Nice. -What, you don't have one of those?

-Give me that back... -[grunts]

& Highway driving in the city streets... J

Whoa! Looks like we hit the lotto here, boys.

Right, let's get out of here. Go, go.

[chuckles] Come on. Go, go.

See ya later, egghead.

& Up to speed J

& Highway driving in the city streels J

Glitter boy!

[Stan grunting, groaning]

S And rideon

-[heart monitor beeping steadily] -[indistinct News TV report]

Natalie?

Gracie.

| was so worried | was gonna lose you.

Are we at the hospital?

| couldn't sleep. | just kept hearing all the haters.

-Grace, did you try to... -No.

| was just so tired. | must've...

| must've lost track of how many I'd taken.

Oh, God.

Is it all over the Internet?

Ugh. Bet the haters loved that.

You don't have to worry about that right now, okay?

All you need to do is rest.

Yeah. Anything.

Will you get me a banana milkshake? From Fatboys?

Grace, Fatboys is, like, all the way back by our hotel. I...

think they have ice cream in the cafeteria.

| know. My stomach really hurts

and that is literally the only thing that sounds good.

-[sighs] -Please?

Okay, fine. [chuckles]

I'll be back as soon as | can.

You'll be pleased to know that Molly Ryan's phone,

-is out of your blackmailer's hands. -Oh, thank God.

Who was behind this?

-that milked you for 30,000 quid? -This better be the end of it, Gutterie.

-Oh, | completely agree. -[phone beeps]

['Against the Tide" by Glowtape playing]

& I'm not giving up yet J

There have been a lot of people hating on me since my friend Molly died.

Oh, for Pete's sake.

A lot.

And I'm not gonna lie...

it sucks.

But | kind of get it.

If | was out there watching all the press on me,

I'd, I'd probably think that | was a slut,

a druggie, a selfish irresponsible bitch.

And the stuff that's already come out,

And part of the reason | came over here was because...

She was my friend.

She knew all that crap about me, and she still loved me.

[Grace] But if you've ever screwed up,

or anyone else out there who's having a bad time.

& You know I'm on your side

I I need to see it in your eyes J

& I'm not giving up yet J

[phone ringing]

Patrick was shot from behind, not from the front.

Oh, so you're a gunshot wound expert now, aye?

Enough to know an entry wound from an exit wound.

There ain't no way

that he was wearing gloves when he was beating on Linley.

before he went after the wife's gun.

| don't think he ever touched the gun, mate.

Oh, bloody hell.

Beatrice Linley shot her own husband. And we let her walk right out of here.

-[phone beep] -Straight back to his bedside.

[heart monitor beeping steadily]

[heart monitor beeping steadily]

-Are you my nurse? -[chuckles] Strange, isn't it?

You put me in the hospital and now here you are.

Mrs. Linley. What are you doing here?

Truthfully, I'm not sure anymore.

And he was so sorry, and he tried so hard to make it up to me,

and no one else knew about it, except the girl.

But, anyway, it was our business.

And then last week,

| wake up and it's all over the papers

that my husband is having an affair with you.

Maybe Molly Ryan too. That he might've killed her.

So | have been a bloody fool, this whole time.

And now everybody knows and everybody pities me and judges me.

He made a mockery of my life, and so did you.

-What's happened? -We got to the room

right after you called it in. Patient was already coding.

Looks like his respirator's been messed with.

[doctor] I'm calling it. Time of death, 9:13 p.m.

-[beep stops] -You seen the wife?

Where's Beatrice Linley?

So did Geoffrey.

But | killed him anyway.

now that he's gone?

| don't suppose Killing you will help, either.

Step back, Mrs. Linley!

[phone ringing]

How you doing?

Oh, you know.

My sister got her stomach pumped. She almost got killed by a crazy woman.

So | guess I've had better days.

had more than your fair share of troubles since you came to London, haven't you?

Yeah, but it's fine.

It's all fine, you know? They're releasing Grace today.

So | have no idea why I'm crying.

It's okay, it's a lot for anyone.

Don't do that.

Don't be nice to me ‘cause it's just gonna make it worse.

See?

Oh, this is so embarrassing.

[sighs]

I never cry in front of the cops that | work with at home.

-l swear. -1 won't tell them, don't worry.

[techno music playing]

Clever girl, aren't you?

-And the phone? -It's in there.

[laughs]

Brilliant.

Beatrice Linley shot the Professor. She's in custody as we speak.

-Then I'm free to go? -No.

Those are serious charges.

It could put you away for quite some time.

| can't look the other way just because |...

Just because you what?

[ambient music playing]

| would like to make a deal with you, Patrick.

| don't do deals with people | don't trust.

I'm not sure you have a choice.

Linley's dead. His good wife finished the job in the hospital.

Which means, | can make the assault charge go away.

But for me to even consider it, you need to assure me,

when you walk out that door, you'll go to the port. Get on a ferry.

in a jail cell.

[dishes clinking]

Hello?

[dramatic music playing]

What the hell is going on?

Your... your Royal Highness, Sir?

Oh, we can dispense with the formalities.

| feel like we're going to be close chums.

| hope you don't mind me using your kitchen.

| got rather hungry waiting for you. And then Phillip, here,

refused to run out and get a curry. Now, he...

wanted to handle this himself, but | needed to make sure

that you understood the full gravity of our situation.

-Our situation. All right. -Hmm.

Please, take a seat. You look like you've had a long day.

Now...

| would have whipped up something more interesting, but,

you're a bit of a cliché bachelor with no real food in the cupboards,

S0... parmesan?

-Yeah, please. -So |, uh...

Pasta... Bruno.

Please, eat.

| don't have many marketable skills, but | really am quite the cook.

To my mum's dismay.

We gonna have to get to the dessert course

before you tell me what you're doing here?

No small talk.

You must be disastrous at dinner parties.

All right, then.

Let's talk about something that may interest you.

What was that man's name again, Phillip?

| don't know what you're talking about.

But you will never lie, to me, Detective.

What do you want?

I'll keep yours.

[laughing] Oh, my God. I've always wanted to do this.

Ah.

Come on, don't be shy.

["Trouble" by Cage The Elephant playing]

-How does it feel? -Like winning.

Mmm.

[sighs] No.

| was going crazy today waiting for you to get back.

It's just... promise me you'll pay off Finch and...

you won't put yourself in danger on my account ever again.

I'll do whatever | need to do to keep... you safe.

I Got so much to lose &

& God, don't let me lose my mind... &

What happened to you?

| thought I'd take the bus. It wasn't for me.

Hope you took it to get Grace's passport back.

You know, | am not batting a thousand today.

Apparently, the magistrate assigned to Grace's file...

That is truly shocking.

So that means we're stuck here until Grace is officially exonerated?

Yeah, kind of.

Turns out your sister's a natural born spin doctor.

Meryl Streep would be jealous of that performance.

from under an avalanche of negative publicity,

and not just pull them out, but to turn that avalanche

& Got so much to prove &

I God, don't let me lose &

& My mind J

J Trouble on my left J

& Trouble on my right 7

& Almost all my life &

& My sweet love, Won't you pull me through I

I Everywhere | look | catch a glimpse of you &

J | said it was love And | did it for life &

I Did did it for you I

I Got so much to lose &

& Got so much to prove &

& God don't let me lose... my mind &