All language subtitles for eguilt.s01e01.720p.bluray.x264-demand - Pilot - Eng

[Grace gasps]

[Bruno] Grace, how long were you up
on the roof?

[Grace] A few hours.

It was just getting light
when we came down.

[Bruno] And after you found Molly,
what did you do?

Grace, what did you do?

[techno music playing]

& I'm going dancing by myself &

[Grace] Let's get out of here.
Go back to the flat.

J Hypnotized by a lot of emotion &

& And the spell is broken &

& 1 go dancing by myself I

I 1 go dancing with no one else &

& Solo dancing, push me as | go J

& 1 go dancing, it's so intense

I I will dance till the bitter end &

I Hypnotized by a lot of emotion
Music stop and the spell is broken

[glass clinks]

[Molly screams]

& And the spell is broken &

[Luc moans and sighs)

[Grace laughing]

-Last night was wild.
-Mmm, so were you.

Is that why | feel like crap? Mmm.

Come on. I'll get you a coffee.

-[horn honks in distant]
-[Luc talking indistinctly]

[door creaks open]

-Roz.
-[Roz] Hey.

Me and Molly invited some people
back from the club last night,

so it might be a little trashed.

-Okay.
-[Grace] Hmm.

[door creaks open]

-You and Molly are cleaning this up.
-l know.

-[glass shattering]
-[Roz] Oh, watch the glass, babe.

[Luc] Oh, what a mess.
[Grace] Gross.

[Grace] Molly, get up. We're in trouble.

Come on, wake up.

[intense music playing]

[Grace whistles]

| think somebody got lucky.

Then | guess you get to do
all the fun bits yourself.

I'll help you.

Where are the trash bags?

[Grace] Uh, in the laundry room?

[gasps and screams]

[screaming continues]

-[camera clicking]
-[door thuds]

[officer] Sir, bloody awful scene.
Victim's a 22-year-old female. Molly Ryan.

[Pike] Look, | know | exude authority,
but DS Bruno's finally out of short pants.

-He's the primary on this one.
-"Authority"?

-Sorry, mate. You just look old.
-[Pike laughs]

[officer] The victim's body's just
through there, sir.

-[indistinct chatter]
-[camera clicking]

Victim was discovered by her flatmates
and one of their boyfriends.

Bloke's a foreigner; French.
That one there's American.

The only local's the one
with the rainbow in her hair.

[Pike] Circus just pulled in.

-[man] Detective Sergeant?
-[Bruno] Yeah?

The luminol test showed blood
leading from the victim up to the roof.

We found trace amounts
on the American girl's feet.

[Pike] What were you and Luc
doing up on the roof last night?

We're not here to hassle you, Grace.
We just need all the facts

so we can find out what happened to Molly.

If you were doing drugs,
or anything like that,

-you ain't gonna get in trouble for it.
-We did some X.

And then we fooled around.

[Pike] So, once you went up on the roof,
you didn't come down till morning?

No.

After you found Molly, what did you do?

Grace, what did you do?

-l think | went to the bathroom.
-[Pike] After you found your roommate?

No, last night. I'm, I'm not sure.

But I... | think
| might've come down to pee.

| was really out of it.

But | sort of remember walking through
the flat in the dark. Everyone was gone.

Oh, my God. Do you think he was there...

in the flat with me?

[Bruno] Okay, Grace, let's just, um,
focus in on some easier questions

for a sec. Like, um, Molly's cell phone.
Do you know where that is?

-You didn't find it in the flat?
-No.

| don't know.
Maybe... Molly left it in the club?

-She's always losing stuff.
-Like what?

Little things. Her perfume.
This ratty old T-shirt she sleeps...

-Slept.
-[Bruno] So Molly was what, careless?

-Forgetful?
-[Grace] Yeah, | guess.

At first, she thought Roz
and | were messing with her.

Then she started to get freaked out
that someone was watching her.

-[Bruno] "Watching her."
-[Grace] Yeah.

-Where?
-I don't know.

-At home?
-[Grace] | don't know!

-[Bruno] The club?
-1 don't know, what I'm saying

is she thought she had a stalker
or something,

like someone was breaking in
and taking her stuff.

-[Bruno] She thought that?
-[door buzzing]

[Gwendolyn] You should've pushed harder
on the footprints.

You were watching?

[Gwendolyn] This case is gonna have
everyone's eyes on it. Where are we?

We can place at least 23 people
in that flat last night.

Still need to run them down.

Of the three that found her,
the DJ's alibi checks out.

Hundreds of people put her
at the club until 5:00.

The other two swear
they were on the roof all night,

-except when Grace came down to pee.
-[Gwendolyn] You bought that story?

She didn't realize she was walking
through blood?

If you're that wasted, maybe.
Or she's a stone-cold sociopath cheers.

In which case, she would've done
a better job of cleaning up.

-Do you want me to hold her?
-[indistinct chatter]

Yeah, | didn't think so, Madam Prosecutor.

[Gwendolyn] Listen, Detective Sergeant,
we need to get this right.

[trance music playing]

[Natalie] Why does a normally law-abiding
person turn to murder?

In some cases,
we'll never know the answer.

-But here, the reason is simple--
-[thud]

-[Natalie] Ahh!
-Sorry, sweetheart.

[Natalie] Evil hides behind many faces.

Even an attractive one,
like the defendant.

He wants you to believe
that his wife's death

was just a tragic accident.

And accidents happen.

Just this morning, on my way to court,

| slammed on the breaks
and my coffee went flying.

-[Natalie scoffs]
-[jury chuckling]

That was an accident.
This... this was murder.

This man blew his wife's brains out

to save himself some alimony.

He deserves to be punished.

Thank you.

[man] Nice job, Atwood.

-Told you we didn't need to plead it out.
-Yeah, well, don't gloat too long.

You gotta start prepping
that double homicide at Back Bay.

-l thought that case was too big for me.
-l thought it was, too. Until today.

Oh, don't make me regret my decision.

[phone ringing]

-[beep]
-Hey, Grace.

Sorry, I've been in court all day.

Honey, slow down.
I-- | can't understand you.

What happened?

[man] Cause of death was exsanguination
due to a slit carotid artery.

| also count 17 stab wounds,
consistent with the knife

found at the scene.

Mainly in the abdomen, with a handful
in the chest, legs and upper arms.

| can't stop seeing her like that.

Luc?

Can you just not do that right now?

Please.

Stop.

& You can burn your house down with it 7

I Yeah &

I You can watch it

[Gwendolyn] Was she raped?

Can't say for sure and there's no trace
of semen.

If she was raped, your killer,
took precautions.

[Natalie moans]

J Babe &

[Bruno] So, no DNA?

Well, someone left some DNA
in your victim.

Molly Ryan was pregnant.

J...your hands onitJ

J Just take me high &

J '‘Cause I'm losing my breath I

[man] Grace.

Grace.

& You got me highonitJs

| missed you in class this morning.

I'm-- I'm so sorry about Molly.

-It's a horrible shock. A horrible loss.
-Yeah.

Now, what can | do, Grace?
How can | help you through this?

I'm fine.

You know, grief is a heavy thing.

You need to give yourself permission
to mourn.

How about you, Professor?
Will you be mourning Molly?

[intense music playing]

[Grace panting]

-[Luc] What's wrong?
-[Grace] Oh...

-[Luc] Hey, hey
-[Grace] Oh, my God.

Oh, Luc. Oh, my God.

Someone was... someone was following me.
[panting]

-Where?
-[Grace] On Tower Bridge.

-You saw someone?
-1 don't know. May... Maybe?

-Somebody was there, behind me. [panting]
-We should get out of here.

-1 don't want to go back out there.
-[Luc] What? No.

We can take the first train
to Paris in the morning.

Crash with my friends.

[Grace sighs]

My sister's coming;
| can't just take off.

Text her.

Tell her to meet us there.
She'll understand.

-Come on. Grace.
-[Grace sighs]

Let's just go.

[Gwendolyn] Hey! Bruno!
Where are you off to?

Serving the warrant on Club Diablo,
you know, where Molly Ryan

-was partying on--
-I've already served it.

[Bruno] What?

Are you a detective?

Or are you a prosecutor?
‘Cause | don't remember

-ever trying your cases for you.
-Shut up.

-[seagull chirping]
-[Gwendolyn] Watch.

[Bruno] Oh, hello.

Do you think Grace knew
she and Molly were sharing toys?

Grace”? This looks way worse for Luc.

Maybe he's the one who knocked Molly up.
Maybe he didn't want to play Daddy.

Or maybe Grace lost it when she found out
Molly was carrying her boyfriend's baby.

[Bruno] Molly was stabbed 17 times.

Do you really think that's the work
of a jealous girl?

Never underestimate
jealous girls.

Al right.

-I'll' bring 'em both back in.
-[keys clanking]

-[man on TV talking indistinctly]
-[stomping]

Luc, open the door, this is the police.

-[knocking]
-Luc, open the door.

Excuse me.

Do you know the French guy
that lives there?

-He left a bit ago with some girl.
-Did he say where he was going?

-He had a suitcase with him.
-They're running.

All right, I'll ping their phones.
They won't get far.

I All the king's horses
And all the king's men I

& Never put my heart together again &

J In these rivers of tears
I am drowning, drowning &

& There are wolves in my head
And they're howling J

& Now I'm broken and bleeding &

J Stranger in this land J

JLostitall;

JLostitall;

[Bruno] Excuse me.
What are you doing in here?

You can't be in here. Tom? Tom!

What is she doing? Get her out!

-[Natalie] What happened here?
-What rag are you working for, lady?

I'm not a reporter.
This is Luc Pascal's apartment, right?

I'm supposed to meet my sister here.
Grace Atwood.

-[Bruno] You're Grace's sister.
-Do you know where she might be?

[Natalie] We talked right before
I got on the plane.

She said she'd be here.

We'd like to ask her and her boyfriend
a few questions.

A few questions?
That why you got CSI here?

Do you consider my sister
some kind of a suspect?

This is a mistake, | can assure you,
she hasn't done anything wrong.

If your sister is so innocent,
why is she on the run?

[announcement playing indistinctly]

[siren blaring]

[announcement playing indistinctly]

[woman over P.A] Rail service to Paris
is leaving from platform five.

Please board your train.

[intense music playing]

[man] Looking for one French male,
one American female.

Gonna double back.

-Luc, we need to go.
-[Luc] We are going, baby.

No, look. We need to get off this train.

[man talking indistinctly]

-You'll just make it worse.
-[Grace] Luc, come on.

-Luc, Luc, please. Luc!
-[Luc] Babe...

-[man 1] We're here in car 15!
-[man 2] Grace Atwood! Luc Pascal,

Stay where you are!

[Bruno] Do you like blood, Luc?

I'm no artist, but it seems to me
that whoever did these

is someone who really... loves... blood.

And maybe you got tired of the fake stuff,

and maybe you wanted
to see the real thing.

-It's just art.
-How well did you know Molly?

She was Grace's roommate.

[Bruno] So you'd never hung out with Molly
before you hooked up with Grace?

Might have seen her around
the club a few times.

[Bruno] That's interesting,
because it looked to me...

like you knew her pretty well from the way
that she was grinding on you in the club,

-on the night that she died.
-[Luc] We were just having a bit of fun.

"A bit of fun?" Really?
Is that what you call "fun?"

Don't look away, Luc.
That's what you did to Molly, isn't it?

You were up on that roof with Grace,
and then when she fell asleep,

you tip-toed down into Molly's room,
and it wasn't the first time

you'd gone from bed to bed
with these two girls,

except this time, Molly said no,
didn't she, Luc?

And things got out of hand, didn't they?
Didn't they?

No, they didn't.
Because | never left the roof.

[man] I'm sorry, sir, you won't be able
to view your sister's body until tomorrow.

I'm not waiting until tomorrow.
| want to see her tonight.

-[man] Sir, | was told...
-1 don't give a damn what you were told!

Molly’'s alone on a cold slab back there.

I need to be with my sister.

I'll see what | can do.
Please take a seat.

Just for a minute,
while | check.

[sighs and sniffs]

-I'm so sorry about your sister.
-Did you know Molly?

No.

Then what do you know about it?

| know it doesn't help.
Seeing them after.

It doesn't make you feel any better.

| don't want to feel better.

[cell phone rings]

Can't talk right now, James.
Grace is in custody.

She was caught trying
to leave the country.

[James] Why didn't you call me?

We had to find local counsel right away.

[Natalie] I'm already on it.
Friend from Harvard

recommended a top criminal
defense attorney.

[James] No, no, no, I've got a guy
who can handle it.

[Natalie] A guy?
Grace is a suspect in a brutal homicide.

She needs the best.

[James] And you think I'd hire
less than the best for my daughter?

-Stepdaughter.
-[scoffs]

Yeah, well, Grace is in great hands
with Stan Gutterie.

[Stan] Come on now.
There you go, buddy.

-l know you want it. | know you want it.
-[squirrel chittering]

-[Stan] Come on. That's it.
-[squirrel chittering]

Oh, hey, look who's here.

We have a contestant.
Come on, don't bite me.

[woman moaning in distance]
That's it.

[woman talking indistinctly]

-Oh.
-You see that much action?

-[woman moans, chuckles]
-[Stan stammer] Seriously?

[woman moaning] Yes.

[woman sighs] What's that? One second.

[woman] Ahh, mm.

[Stan] Hey. All right.
Let's do this. [exhales]

-Excuse me?
-I'm sorry, as loud as you guys are being,

| thought it was an invitation to join in.

No? Oh, geez, I'm so sorry.
In that case, do me a favor,

keep it down, all right?
You're scaring off the wildlife.

I'm entitled to have sex in my own home,
as loud as | want.

Well, why don't | call your husband
and see what he thinks

about your right to loud sex.

Three weeks a month, | don't hear a peep
coming out of this place, not a whimper.

Then your husband, he takes
his monthly trip to Tokyo

and you suddenly get your sushi on,
so, do me a favor and keep it down,

-or I'm gonna be forced to call Japan.
-[phone vibrates]

-[vibrating continues]
-[beep]

[Stan] Gutterie. I'm on it.

[Grace] I'm telling you,
Molly and | didn't fight.

We were friends. Good friends.

[Gwendolyn] Such good friends,
that the day after you find her murdered,

-you run off to Paris with your boyfriend.
-[Bruno] Come on, Grace.

we've all got flatmates.
There's always something to fight over.

| guess sometimes we got into it
over stupid stuff, but nothing important,

nothing worth-- [gasps]

[Gwendolyn] What about boys?

-Boys”?
-[Gwendolyn] Yeah, you know, boys.

You ever like the same one?

| had this friend. We were like sisters.
Then we met Billy Shaw.

We both wanted him, and that's when
things turned ugly.

-[door thuds]
-[Stan] And so you killed her. Right?

Please. Grace, come on, let's go.

Come on.

Well, this is over.

[intense music playing]

[stomping]

[knocking]

-Stan Gutterie?
-[Stan] You must be the sister.

-Come on in.
-[siren wailing in distant]

Good timing.
Can't really babysit Grace all day.

Oh, but it was okay for me
to sit around Scotland Yard

not knowing you snuck Grace
out the back door?

Like I'd risk her saying something stupid
to you in front of the cops.

-Where is she?
-She's zonked out. | gave her a Xanax.

[exhales sharply]

You're a lawyer, not her doctor.

| am whatever she needs me
to be to keep her ass out of jail.

This isn't gonna work.

You know what | did
when | was waiting around for you?

| found out why you're not practicing law
in the U.S. anymore.

[woman screaming]

[screaming continues]

[people clamoring in video]

-So?
-So...

[sighs] I'm not going to let the idiot
who took a leak on a judge's dinner

represent my sister.

That was a white truffle risotto,
actually.

You proud of that?

| am not, not proud.

Look, you're a good prosecutor, right?
You put the bad guys away.

It makes you feel real good
about yourself.

Let me ask you just one question, there,
Counselor:

what are you gonna do if you find out
that your sister, there, is the bad guy?

You gonna have the stones
to do what it takes to get her off?

-Grace didn't do this.
-Do you know what her alibi is?

She was banging some French douchebag
up on the roof,

while her friend was being murdered.

She was so coked out of her head

she didn't remember walking through
a dead girl's blood to go tinkle.

| know my sister is innocent.

Yeah, well, too bad,
you're not on her jury.

Now, look, if you want to add any value
to this brouhaha,

| suggest you tell your idiot sister there
to keep her pie hole shut

while | go spin this
fleeing the country BS into gold.

[sighs]

[soft music playing]

| should've been there
to protect you.

[sighs]

[sniffs] | should've.

I'm gonna find the bastard
who did this to you, Molly.

And when | do, I'm gonna bring
his head back home to Ireland on a stake.

[stretcher rattling]

| know you want someone to pay
for what happened to your sister, but...

doing something that gets you
thrown in jail won't help Molly.

You have to trust the system.

[Patrick] To get justice
for a Northern Irish girl?

No offense, lady, but my people
have been gettin' bent over

by your system for centuries.

Maybe you don't trust the system.

But | promise you, you can trust me.

[Natalie] Tell the DA he does not need
to reassign the case.

Just-- just give me a few more days
to clear this up.

[sighs]

| gotta go.

-Nat... you're here.
-[Natalie] Oh.

[Grace] Thank God. [sniffs]

[Natalie sighs]

[Grace gasps]

Are you okay?

[Natalie] Oh.

[Grace sniffs]

| can't believe all this.

First Molly, and now
the police are acting like | killed her

-and they were asking me--
-Grace...

we'll get it straightened out. | promise.

The next time you flee the country,
can you call me first?

I'm sorry.

| shouldn't have let Luc talk me into it,
but | was...

| was just really freaked out.

| mean, how well
do you really know this guy?

Enough to know he wouldn't hurt Molly.

[Natalie] Okay. I'm sorry.

[sighs] Come on. Let's get out of here.
James booked us a hotel room.

-Want to go run up his room service bill?
-[Grace] Yeah.

-Do you think they have mac and cheese?
-Yeah, they better.

[Stan] Grace Atwood is a young girl,

far from home, who woke
to find her best friend

savagely murdered.
Yes, Grace got on a train to Paris.

Not because she is guilty
of this heinous crime,

because she feared for her life.

She had every reason to be scared.

because there's a madman loose in London.

What Scotland Yard needs to do
is stop wasting time

harassing an innocent,
terrified young girl,

and start trying to find
this sadistic butcher

who killed Molly Ryan.

[Theo] I had the most
god-awful dinner tonight.

[scoffs] Squab.

Do you know what that is? Pigeon.

Mm. [chuckles]

| imagine that, once upon a time,
some down-on-its-luck manor

was hosting a swanky guest
and couldn't afford a decent cut of meat,

so, they... they caught a few pigeons,
roasted them and...

and they called that squab. [scoffs]

And the guest, thinking he ought
to know what he was eating,

didn't ask.

... for better or for worse,

know what squab is.

But you're not here to listen
to what | had for dinner tonight, are you?

No, that's not why you're here at all.

| don't want to see that one again.

[Driver] Anything specific
that was not to your liking, sir?

[woman grunts]
[restraints creak]

She wasn't Molly.

[man] This is Buckingham Dispatch
to Gate One, open, please.

[intense music playing]

Prince Theo is entering the palace.

[techno music playing)

J | never did belong,
Tomorrow I'll be gone I

& Don't cry, momma, don't cry &

& By your side is where | want to be J

& Young and wild with no apologies &

I | could die, it feels so good to be J

& Running wild with you right next to me [

I Yeah yeah J

You know, you can... you can stay here
as long as you like.

-Yeah?
-Of course.

| might be able to do
something for you, too.

-There's this job | know about.
-Mm-hmm.

-Can make stupid money.
-Stupid money?

-If you're into that.
-Yeah. | could be into that.

[Grace] Luc. Thank God. Are you okay?

[door thuds]

-Why did you get released before me?
-[Grace] | don't know.

My lawyer got me out.

-Since when do you have a lawyer?
-[Grace] Since my stepdad hired him.

-They were awful to me, Luc. The cops.
-You?

They held me in that room for 20 hours.
What did you tell them?

That we were together
on the roof all night.

-What else would | tell them?
-They took my passport.

-You must have told them something.
-Yeah, they took my passport, too.

Look... it'll be okay.

I'm sure my lawyer can help both of us.

That's not how it works, Grace.

They're looking for someone to pin this on
and I'm the one who's going to hang.

Luc!

[door thuds]

-[man] I'm sorry--
-[Natalie] Spray the pillow with luminol,

frisk it, do whatever you need
to make sure that it's not evidence.

[Bruno] What is this
about frisking a pillow?

[Natalie] Well... it's been four days
since the murder, Detective,

and | don't think that it's unreasonable
to ask for a few personal items.

Back in Boston, we would've processed
this scene within 48 hours.

-Oh, back in Boston.
-[man] Mmm.

Where you're
an Assistant District Attorney

aren't you?

I'm slow to clear a crime scene,
but | do know how to use Google.

[Natalie] My sister wakes up screaming
and she can't get back to sleep.

And | just thought, maybe,
if she had her own pillow...

| know that sounds silly.

No, it doesn't, actually.

[exhales sharply] Go frisk
Miss Atwood's pillow, will you?

Thank you.

Grace's room has been cleared
for two days.

Uh, has this coat rack been cleared?

‘Cause that's Grace's jacket
and it's pretty chilly out.

Bold.

Suppose | should admire that, really.

Hey, there. Whoa. What are you doing?

I'm so sorry. Um, this is Grace's, too.

Is it okay if | take it?

Shall | just call in a moving truck
for you?

[man on TV] Meanwhile,
Scotland Yard has remained

tight-lipped regarding
the murder investigation

of Molly Ryan.

The 22-year-old student
from Northern Ireland

was found murdered early Friday morning
by her flatmates in her East Peckham Ioft.

Sources tell CCB that Ryan was discovered
in a pool of her own blood,

and that a large--

Hi.
| got your pillow.

-You can finally change your clothes.
-You're the best.

Hey, um, did James give you this?

No.

It was Molly's.

[Natalie] What was Grace's dead roommate
doing with the scarf

-/ gave you last Christmas?
-What are you talking about?

What's an Irish girl doing with a scarf
from a Boston men's shop?

-1 don't like what you're insinuating.
-[Natalie] You couldn't keep

your hands off pretty young girls
even when my mom was alive.

If you had anything to do
with Molly Ryan--

[James] Natalie, come on, you know
I've been in Amsterdam all week.

[Natalie] No, | know you said
you've been in Amsterdam all week.

[James] Natalie--

[Pike] We've been back over it
20 times. There's nothing else to see.

[Pike sighs]

[Bruno] Mate, do you remember bagging up
a stuffed monkey from Molly's room?

[Pike] | don't see anything on here.

Anyway, who gives a rat's ass
about a stuffed monkey?

Whoever nicked it, that's who.

All right, now Grace said that
Molly thought she was being watched;

that someone was stealing her stuff.
What if, what if she was right.

and the stalker broke back in
for one last memento.

To a sealed crime scene?

Whoever took that monkey
didn't come in through the front door,

but maybe they came in through the window.
Maybe they climbed down from up here.

And the killer could've done
the same thing on the night of the murder.

Grace and Luc are down there wasted.

Our killer could've just slipped
right by them.

So how did he get up here
in the first place?

[Pike] Whoa, whoa, whoa, Bruno. Calm down.

Let's not go jumping off any buildings.

[Bruno] That building's no more
than seven feet away.

Someone could've made that jump,
if they were motivated.

[Pike] Listen, odds are the killer
was down there in the party.

[Bruno] You want to play the odds
and collect your pension, that's fine.

but I'm gonna chase down every lead,
no matter how inconvenient,

until I know who killed Molly Ryan.

I | still yearn to be love without
A need to please I

-[camera clicking]
-[man] Grace, Grace.

[woman] Grace, were you sleeping
with your professor?

-[man] Did you slash his wife's tires?
-[reporters clamoring]

[man] did you kill Molly?

-[woman] Were you jealous of Molly?
-[man] Grace, were you?

-No!
-[reporters clamoring]

-[Grace] Stop.
-[Natalie] Leave her alone,

Leave her alone. Grace.

-Stop it. Get back.
-[man] Get out of the way.

[Bruno] All of you, get back!
Back up! Come on!

Get inside come on!

Get those doors open! Let us in!

Don't let any of them through!

[Natalie panting]

-Why'd they do that?
-[Bruno] Why?

Because someone out there
decided that your pretty face

could sell papers.
They dug into you,

and they found this.

[woman] /t wouldn't be the first time that
American Grace Atwood lashed out

at a rival
for Professor Linley's affections.

CCTV footage captured Miss Atwood
slashing the tires of his wife's car.

Just hours later,
Mrs. Linley's car spun out of control,

and she was gravely injured.

[Bruno] Now, | want to help you.

But every time | turn around,
I'm getting blindsided | need answers.

I didn't try to kill his wife!

-He was an ass--
-Grace.

Go upstairs.

Don't touch your phone.
Don't touch your laptop.

Just wait for me. I'll be right up.

[stomping]

You know she can't talk to you
without her attorney.

| thought we covered this,
‘cause you're an attorney.

An attorney who's not licensed
to practice in the UK.

You're bleeding.

Uh, you must've gotten clipped
by a camera.

So, Stan Gutterie.

[chuckles]

He's not cheap.

You hire him,

Ahh, people start wondering
what you've got to hide.

[Natalie scoffs]

Our stepdad's an ass.
He hired an ass.

That's all that means.

| know a thing or two
about jackass stepdads.

Not that my real dad was any prize.

Our real dad was amazing.

But he died

when | was in high school.

So, James is what we're stuck with.

Natalie, if Grace has an explanation,
she needs to tell me now.

She's not talking without her attorney.

Well... thank you,

but | think I've got this from here.

Is it true?
Did you sleep with your professor?

-Did you hurt his wife?
-[Grace] No!

Not the way they're making it sound.

| had a thing with Geoffrey,
Professor Linley.

-"A thing"?
-[Grace] We had sex, Nat; a few times.

[Natalie] You're sleeping
with married men,

you're snorting blow--

-This is not who you are!
-l didn't know he was married.

When | found out, | was pissed!
That's why | slashed his tires!

-Do you realize how psycho that looks?
-[Grace] | was wasted. | wasn't thinking.

What about Molly?

What about her?

I'm only gonna ask you this once, Grace.

Did you kill Molly?

No.

[Grace sniffs]

How can you ask me that?

You're my sister.

Do you really think | could do that?

[Natalie] I'm so sorry, Grace.

I know you wouldn't hurt Molly.

[door thuds]

-Where the hell have you been?
-Did you miss me?

-See, | knew we had something special.
-[Natalie] Oh, yeah.

Best thing that ever happened to me
was my sister becoming a murder suspect

and bringing you into my life.

Do | detect a bit of sarcasm?

Maybe because the press
is tearing Grace apart,

and you're up here having happy hour.

Oh, Natalie.

You see somebody taking
a dump in your Chardonnay.

Me, | see someone handing me
a 20-year-old single malt.

The tabloids have just handed us
an alternative suspect.

-You think Linley killed Molly?
-1 don't know.

It's gonna be kind of fun
making it look like he did.

Okay, have your fun.

All | care about is my sister.

And getting her home.

She's not going anyplace anytime soon.

Then neither am |.

Grace is innocent.

I'm not leaving London until | prove that.

[Stan] You want to help Grace?

You better stop worrying
about whether she's innocent...

and start worrying about
who else looks guilty.

Luckily, with a case this dirty,
there's plenty of guilt to go around.

[glass clinking]

[woman] You look beautiful.

-l think you're ready. Yeah?
-[woman sighs]

Mm-hmm.

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I Into a world &

I Into a world &

I I can't control I

I | hear it calling &

& Down in my soul I

J Gripping my bones I

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s Wake me up &

& Won't you wake me up -

& Caught in a bad dream J

& Caught in a bad Dream I

-Where's your Irish friend?
-She... won't be coming back.

& Caught in a bad dream J

& Caught in a bad dream J

& Won't you wake me up -

& Caught in a bad dream J

& Caught in a bad dream.