All language subtitles for Guilt s01e02.eng

Previously on Guilt...

(gasps)

(screaming)

Grace, what did you do?

NATALIE: I don't care if they

found Grace standing over the body

with a bloody knife in her hand.

I know my sister is innocent.

Never underestimate jealous girls.

BRUNO: Grace said that Molly

thought she was being watched,

that someone was stealing her stuff.

GWENDOLYN: You want someone to pay for

what happened to your sister.

You have to trust the system.

NATALIE: What was
Grace's dead roommate doing

with the scarf I gave you
last Christmas?

Well, I don't like
what you're insinuating.

You need to give yourself
permission to mourn.

How about you, Professor?

Will you be mourning Molly?

GUTTERIE: What Scotland Yard needs to do

is stop wasting time

harassing an innocent,

terrified young girl,

and start trying to find
the sadistic butcher

who killed Molly Ryan.

I think you're ready.

GUTTERIE: Luckily, a case
this dirty, there is plenty

of guilt to go around.

- Uh...
- (laughs) I'm Molly Ryan.

And I'm Grace Atwood.

An Irish girl
and an American chick do London.

We are visiting the home
of the Queen of England.

I really need to pee.

(laughs)

Would she let me use her loo?

GRACE: Why are we even watching this?

It's just a stupid travel vlog.

Guessing Stan didn't

wake us up at the crack of dawn
for nothing.

That Harvard education
wasn't lost on you.

Unless we cough up 15, 000 quid,
this little beauty goes viral.

- Turn it off.
- No, come on, we were just

getting to the good part.

- (laughing)
- Grace.

(chuckles)

(phone chimes)

- Why is he texting you?
- Give me...

Give me the phone, Grace.

- Why is he texting you?
- Give it here.

- ... the phone.
- Are you seeing him?

- No, of course not.
- Give it to me.

- MOLLY: Ow, you're hurting me!
- GRACE: You are, aren't you?

- Ow! Stop!
- You're screwing him!

Ow! Grace, stop!

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I know it looks bad, but
I swear, I didn't hurt Molly.

Really? 'Cause I'm pretty sure
she said you were hurting her.

Yeah, well, she was overreacting.

We laughed about it later.

GUTTERIE: I don't care if you
two made friendship bracelets

and pinky swore you'd never fight again.

You look like you want to kill her.

Which means everyone will assume
that you did.

We have to make this go away.

Do you know who sent it?

I'm working on it.

It's got to be Stephanie
from our lit class.

We gave her our videos to edit.

She knows how to make stuff look cool.

Molly thought that when
they went up, we'd be famous.

More like infamous.

All right, now...

before I go clean up this stinking turd,

I need to know what else
I'm gonna step in with you.

- Nothing.
- NATALIE: Are you sure?

Molly Ryan's murder
is like news cycle crack.

This girl's not the only creep
who's gonna try to exploit you.

GUTTERIE: Every idiotic thing
you ever did, said

or vomited on social media
will come back to haunt you.

I need to know if there's
any other bombs out there.

No.

There's nothing else.

All right.

Well, I'm gonna go bury this.

You're gonna keep
your butt in this room.

But it's Molly's memorial today.
I have to go.

That's a good one.

(laughs):
Like I'm gonna let her do that.

You know, her friend died.

Could you act like
a human being for a minute?

Grace will look guiltier
if she's not there.

We want people to forget
Grace even exists.

That memorial is gonna be
swarming with press.

Last thing Grace needs are
some talking heads debating

whether her short skirt makes
her look like a murderous slut.

I don't even want her walking
down the hallway to get ice,

you got it?

I'm going.

I don't care what he says.

We'll go together.

It'll be fine.

Grace...

who was texting Molly?

You were so pissed.

Was it Luc?

No.

I was totally wrong. It was nothing.

Well, whatever it was, I need to know.

Might come back to bite us.

(sighs)

Here's the thing.

Molly was kind of...
she was kind of a flirt.

She liked older guys, and...

Oh, my God, this is so stupid.

James was in town a lot,

so when I saw that he texted her, I...

James? James was texting Molly?

No, it was nothing like that.

She was helping him
pick out my birthday present.

- He got me this.
- You bought that?

No, I didn't buy that. It was the truth.

Besides, who else was he gonna ask?

It's not like you were gonna help him.

(both panting)

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

(chuckles)

Why don't we just stop saying

that we're not gonna do this anymore?

Hmm?

(elevator bell dings)

You two carpool or something?

You don't think Madam Prosecutor

would want to hitch a ride
in my crappy car, do you?

GWENDOLYN: Look, in five
minutes, I've got to go

convince my boss
that we're making some progress

in the Molly Ryan murder
investigation, so please

give me something I can use.

Still trying to confirm whether

Molly was shagging
our naughty professor.

He's been at his brother's
cottage in Kent since

the tire slashing on the news,
but I want to get him

in here today to get
a statement out of him.

Any leads on who else
the baby daddy might be?

Well, if Molly's friends know anything,

they're keeping their traps shut.

And the lab are taking their sweet time

in getting us any fetal DNA results.

I think that Luc Pascal
is a good candidate.

Call me old-fashioned,
but I like to think

that a lap dance
still counts for something.

PIKE: Yeah, but Mr. Lap Dance,
he's got an alibi.

Grace Atwood.

GWENDOLYN: And he is hers.

It's all pretty flimsy in my book.

(sighs)

Maybe they killed her together.

Or Luc is protecting Grace.

If Grace saw that lap dance,
she might have snapped.

See, but what I'm stuck on
is Molly's missing phone.

A girl like that, her phone is
super-glued to her hand.

And the phone isn't
the only thing missing.

Grace said that Molly thought
someone was watching her,

stealing her things.

Now Molly's stuffed monkey's

been stolen from the crime scene.

That's what you've got for me?

A missing monkey?

So, the media vultures are right,

and we've got bugger all
to make an arrest.

Hey.

Hey.

First night's always the hardest.

I'm sorry I freaked out.

I just didn't think he'd ask...

for that.

I meant what I said when I told you

you don't have to do
anything you don't want to do.

Your boss seemed really pissed off.

He said the client refused to pay,

and I-I cost the club,
like, a bunch of money.

I'll handle Finch.

Oh.

This is what your cut would've been

if that wanker hadn't stiffed us.

Seriously?

You earned it.

But it's just paper, Kaley.

Yeah.

It's not worth it
if going back to the club

takes something from you.

Something special.

It's kind of a lot of paper though.

Hey, I'm gonna run out for a bit.

- You gonna be okay?
- Yeah.

I want to finish picking photos
for Molly's memorial.

Okay.

Luc.

Why won't you pick up?

The press is all over my hotel.

I'm going crazy.

I hate not talking.

I miss you.

Please, call me.

(gate creaks)

- Did you kill Molly?
- (gasps)

Answer me!

- Did you kill my sister?
- No.

I saw the papers.

You're obsessed with that professor.

You didn't want Molly
to steal him away from you.

So you went after her
like you went after his wife.

No! I dumped Professor Linley

months ago when I found out
he was married.

Don't lie to me.

I loved Molly.

I'd never hurt her.

Did you follow me here?

PATRICK: Molly had this
in her room back home.

Is this all her stuff?

Uh, yeah.

She used to live in this building,

before we all moved in together.

Why are you here?

I... wanted some of, uh,

Molly's pictures
from when she was growing up,

for her memorial today.

What have you got there?

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

I don't remember
Molly ever wearing this.

I can't believe I let a year go by

without seeing my sister.

She talked about you all the time.

She did?

Yeah.

She told me, when she was little,

she wanted to take ballet lessons.

But your mom said
they were too expensive.

One day, you walked her to class
and they were already paid for.

She never knew how you got the money.

She was really good.

She deserved them.

She also said

that she never had
a single date in high school,

'cause you scared all the boys away.

They were all eejits.

(chuckles)

Do you know how I found out
Molly was pregnant?

In the bloody papers.

Do you think that professor
knocked her up?

I don't even know for sure
if she hooked up with him.

One day, I saw him creeping on her,

and I warned her to stay away
from him, but... you know Molly.

She did what she wanted to do.

Do you know where that bastard is?

Are you gonna go after him?

I wasn't there for Molly
when she needed me.

But when I get my hands
on whoever killed her,

I promise you, before they die,
they're going to suffer.

(knocking at door)

Um, where's your sister?

You left her alone?

Let me spell it out for you.

Leaving Grace to her own devices,

she grabs a shovel and
starts digging her own grave.

You and that hat can quit
worrying about Grace.

Finding her a new lawyer.

Someone who's not on James's payroll.

Wow, you really do
have a bug up your butt

about your stepdad, huh?

Pretty sure you know why.

James had something
going on with Molly Ryan,

didn't he?

His stepdaughter's friend?

Geez, that would be bad.

See, you didn't answer the question.

- (snaps fingers)
-Right. You can't answer the question.

Attorney/client privilege.

I know you're ethically challenged,

so let me spell it out for you.

The fact that you're
representing James and Grace

at the same time is a big old
conflict of interest.

It's only a conflict of interest
if I am not smart enough

to keep both James and Grace
out of jail.

Fortunately, for all of us...

You know who else is smart?

Andrew Grantham.

I've got a call into his office
to take Grace's case.

(chuckles): I love Andrew Grantham.

Yeah, I just sponsored him
at the McCallister Club.

Skipped a ten-year wait list.

No way he's gonna be
poaching a client of mine.

Sorry. Try again.

Michael Converse.

My mentor from law school
says that he...

He's preparing to defend
a serial killer.

Lucky bastard.

Yeah, he's not available.

- You could do this all day long.
- Uh-huh.

Yeah, and I'm sure
you could find someone else

to represent your sister.

And they might even be less
ethically challenged than me.

But you know what?

They're all losers,
every single one of them.

Every single one has seen
a client of theirs go to prison.

But not me.

And I don't care who's paying for it.

I'm not about to let
Grace wind up in jail,

because I am not a loser.

Now, can we please just move past

this "I'm a bad guy" thing

and get on with defending your sister?

Maybe if you'd gone with that one.

Fedoras are for pimps.

(door opens, closes)

Molly Ryan was my student, nothing more.

Oh, please. Really?

Look, I didn't have to come down here.

I-I could have hidden behind my lawyer.

But I'm innocent,
and I want you to focus

on finding whoever killed
that poor girl.

Or... you're a highly educated man

who thought it would be a cinch
to put one over

on the lunks down at the station.

I'm not here to play games.

So ask your questions,
and let's get on with it.

All right. (chuckles)

All right.

What about Grace Atwood?

Was she nothing but a student, too?

That was a big mistake.

But it's been over for months.

Huh.

Was Carina Grabill a mistake?

Evelyn Winters.
Veronica Ancell. Sara Kayla.

Whew! This is a lot of girls.

Was it like, new semester, new victim?

Those women
were just as willing as I was.

BRUNO: Was Molly willing?

I didn't sleep with Molly.

Why not? Why not?

She was just as pretty as these girls.

Just as beautiful.

Just as young, just as
vulnerable to your charms, or...

(laughs)

Maybe she didn't think
you were so charming.

Maybe she thought you were just
a pathetic old pervert.

Did she laugh in your face, Professor?

Is that what happened? Is that
why you didn't sleep with her?

Is that why she's dead now?

I asked her to a coffee once.

She said no, and that was the end of it.

I-I didn't kill Molly.

I never laid a hand on her. I swear.

In that case,
you wouldn't mind giving us

your fingerprints and a DNA swab

so we can clear this up
for good, will you?

(trilling)

Well? What did you get?

Linley's wife never dropped his alibi,

even when I dropped the sweet
young things in her lap.

Yeah, Linley didn't crack, either,

but I did get prints and DNA,
so you never know.

We might get lucky. Did you get
any hits off the phone?

Not a single text to Molly
or any of his other birds.

Which means he's got a burner somewhere.

Yeah, which is probably at
the bottom of the Thames by now.

Along with Molly's phone.

Molly always loved that one.

Making a playlist for...

... for her memorial.

How have you been?

If you need a place to crash,

my sister and I have a hotel suite.

- There's plenty of room.
- I'm covered.

But the press on this case is nuts.

You must be going mental.

You have no idea.

And my lawyer says the press
is gonna find everything.

Hey, does Finch record things
at The Courtenay?

You don't need to worry
about The Courtenay.

Besides, you only went once.

It's not a big deal.

My sister would freak.

So would Molly's family.

I went to her old storage unit
today to find her necklace,

but her brother showed up
and he took it from me.

Better he have it than the coppers.

Maybe I should let the police
find it though.

I mean...

maybe the killer
was one of Molly's clients.

What are you saying?

What if some sick wacko
got obsessed with her?

There was some pretty
freaky people at that place.

Molly's dead because I brought
her there. It's my fault.

No. Roz...

Molly quit over a month ago.

None of the clients know
anything about our girls.

You want to know who I think killed her?

One of the tossers
you invited back to our flat.

You've never had to face
the consequences

of the selfish crap you pull.

But stepdaddy can't write
a check this time.

He can't change the fact
that you invited

a bunch of strangers into our flat.

Then you went upstairs
to shag your boyfriend

and left Molly down there all alone.

And now she's dead.

You really are a bitch, aren't you?

- (reporters clamoring)
- (cameras clicking)

No one beyond this point, please.

James.

Hey.

Oh, kiddo.

Are you okay?

I'm so glad you're here.

Natalie.

You look well.

Hi, James.

Grace. Where have you been?

I had some stuff to take care of
for the memorial.

You can't just go running around.

Girls, you've both been through
a lot these past few days.

I wish we were together
under different circumstances,

but, hey, we are... together.

So why don't we go
have a nice lunch, huh?

(gentle piano music playing)

Mm, this is awesome.

You're the best.

Have you been doing
a lot of shopping this week?

While Grace's life was falling apart?

JAMES: My firm had a deal going down.

If I'd bailed, well, put it this way,

you girls would not be
staying in such a nice place.

And, thankfully, I knew
that Grace had your support.

- WAITER: Here you go, Mr. Lahue.
- JAMES: Oh.

Thank you.

Did you enjoy La Boh?me last weekend?

JAMES: The woman next to me was coughing

through the whole thing, but
otherwise, yeah, it was great.

(chuckles)

- Thanks.
- Great.

You were here last weekend?

Actually, it was a few weeks ago.

But you didn't correct him.

You want me to correct a waiter

who's just trying to be pleasant?

No.

- No.
- You're right.

So, did you two get together

when you were here a few weeks ago?

Go out for dinner?

I'm sorry, honey.

I flew in for a meeting
and left the next morning.

I just figured that for once

I wouldn't ask you
to entertain the old geezer.

- It's fine.
- (chuckles)

You didn't have time to see Grace,

but you went to the theater?

(laughs): Wow.

She's ruthless on cross-examination.

(laughs)

I went with a client. What can I say?

Knock yourselves out.

Why can't you just be nice to him?

Because I don't trust him.

Did you see how shifty he was

about being in London last weekend?

You know what I see?

I see that James is still good to me,

even though Mom's gone.

He paid for me to be over here,

he's paying for this hotel,
for my lawyer.

Grace, listen to me.

You remember that scarf
you thought was Molly's?

I gave that to James last Christmas.

Why would Molly have it?

James was at our flat a few times.

Maybe he left it and Molly
started using it. I don't know.

I get you don't want to admit
James is a bad guy,

but deep down you have your doubts.

I know you do.

You wouldn't have freaked out
on Molly in that video

if you didn't think
James was skeevy enough to try

- to sleep with your friend.
- That's not true.

You know he cheated on mom all the time.

- I think that waiter had it right.
-(groans) Seriously?

I think James was
in London last weekend,

- not Amsterdam.
- So you're saying James killed Molly?

James had more to do with
Molly than he wants to admit.

- I mean, come on, he was...
- Oh, my God, Natalie!

Stop trying to make me hate James.

I can't believe
you'd try to take another...

Take another what, Grace?

Say it.

I took dad from you, right?

It's my fault he's dead?

I didn't say that.

Wait, where are you going?

Molly's memorial.

Wait, I'm coming with you.

I don't want you to come with me.

FINCH: Hey, Roz.

I thought I might find you here.

I've already spoken to Kaley.

She won't do it again.

You do have a way
with the girls, Rozzie.

There's still the little matter

of the 20, 000 quid Kaley cost me.

Your girl.

Your problem.

I'll get it.

I know you will.

Because you know what happens

to girls who don't keep
their promises to me.

Don't you, luv?

- Hey, Derek.
- Hey.

- Worm Catcher?
- Sure.

_

Is that beer as piss warm
as the rest of them here?

(chuckles) You know, it's not too bad.

You're American?

Yeah, New York.

- I'm from Jersey.
- (chuckles)

Joe, an ice cold one of these
for my fellow Yank.

- On me.
- Thank you.

You're restoring my faith in humanity.

I just spent three hours
at the American Embassy

dealing with this horrible woman
who apparently hates people.

Or maybe just me.

Does she have a mustache?

Yes.

- How did you know?
- I work at the embassy.

No way.

Why were you there?

Okay.

My boyfriend works in London,
and I gave up my whole life

to move here and be with him, but...

I think he's shacking up
with his yoga instructor.

Last weekend, he said he was
in Amsterdam, but I could swear

I heard Big Ben
chiming in the background.

So I thought maybe if I checked
his passport record,

I could see if he was
actually in London last weekend.

It's so pathetic, I know.

No.

I can help you nail him.

I have access to the passport records.

Are you serious?

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

You're amazing.

His name is James Lahue.

L-A-H-U-E.

(cameras clicking)

Grace, I've been looking for you.

Yeah, is that why you've been
ghosting me for days?

I'm so sorry. I-I...

I just want to say...

- So now you want to talk?
- Grace, please.

Look, I was ashamed because

I was such a jerk last time I saw you.

I-It's just, you have all these
people who care about you,

and the only person
I have in the world is you.

You're not alone, baby.

James, my sister... they don't
get what I'm going through.

You're the only one who does.

I know it's a small consolation,
but it must be nice

to see how many people are
here to honor your sister.

PATRICK: Have you seen
that bastard Linley?

He's not at his house.

I was hoping he might be bold enough

to show his face at Molly's memorial.

You went to Linley's house?

Patrick, I saw your criminal record.

The last thing
your family needs right now

is for you to be in any more trouble.

My family needs answers. I need answers,

and you're not giving them to me.

Look, I can promise you,

if Linley had anything to do with this,

we'll get him, but you need to stay away

from this investigation.

Focus on Molly,

and allow yourself to mourn for her.

I'll mourn for Molly
when her killer's in the ground.

Patrick?

Hi. I'm Veena Patel.

I'm a reporter for The Story.

I hear you're frustrated
with Scotland Yard's progress

in your sister's case.

(reporters clamoring)

You're looking for
Professor Linley, aren't you?

I have a source
close to the investigation

who's told me where he's hiding out.

I'll talk if you will.

(bells tolling)

Stephanie.

Thought so.

That stunned look
kind of gave you away there.

Don't worry, no one's gonna think

you're a sneaky little blackmailer.

- How did you find...?
- Find you?

Grace said you'd be the skank
with the bad ombr?.

Sorry. It's her words, not mine.

You want to sit down?

I imagine it's not every day
someone hands you 15, 000 pounds.

Do you have it?

Oh, hello.

Do you have the laptop?

Excellent.

All right, so here's the thing.

I find it kind of hard
to believe that someone

who would profit
from her friend's murder

would actually keep her promise
about destroying the video,

so I'm gonna make you
a little promise instead.

You keep your trap shut, I won't tell

your deeply religious parents
about your abortion.

(chuckles): I'm sorry.

I mean two abortions.

Deal?

Oh, and, uh, I'm gonna keep that.

But here.

Get yourself a new laptop.

Or some condoms.

Just saying.

When I first moved here,
I was pretty homesick.

And then I met Molly...

and she was from
a different country, too.

And she missed her family just as much.

But that wasn't gonna stop her
from having fun.

And she wanted me to have fun, too.

She took me to her favorite clubs,

on walks in this beautiful park.

She introduced me to London takeout.

(chuckles)

And she told me that only

an "eejit" calls it "takeout" over here.

- It's...
- (laughter)

It's "takeaway."

(voice breaks): And whenev...

whenever I was down, um...

she always knew how to make me laugh.

Mainly because almost anything
could make her laugh.

(laughs)

And when she got going,
you really couldn't stop her.

It was seriously a problem. (sniffles)

(Grace sighs)

But that's the thing about Molly...

is nothing really stopped her.

Ever.

DRIVER: Are you ready to go,
Your Highness?

GRACE: I don't know
how I'm supposed to keep going

now that she's stopped.

I'm sorry, Molly.

I love you.

That girl can really work up
the tears, I'll give her that.

Gwen, look at this.

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

GWENDOLYN: Was that taken
through Molly's window?

BRUNO: And the angle, it's dead-on.

This has got to have been taken
from the same floor

of the building
directly across from them.

This could be their stalker.

Could be.

But I'm telling you,
there is something off

about Grace Atwood.

I mean, you don't slash someone's tires

unless you've got a wicked
temper and a violent streak.

Slashing up tires is a far cry
from slashing up your friend.

- I just don't buy it for her.
- Because she's a girl?

Because she's young and pretty
and from a wealthy family?

BRUNO: Maybe this is cutting it

a little close to home for you, huh?

What does that mean?

This isn't Ashington.

This has nothing to do with that.

Chase down whatever leads
you want, but I'm telling you,

you better not take your eye
off Grace Atwood.

GRACE: I didn't want to cry.

It's okay.

I bet Molly would have loved it.

You think so?

I bet she's looking down right now,

relieved that you didn't
tell the whole world

you guys met when you stopped
her from walking across campus

with her skirt
tucked into her underwear.

(both laughing)

(camera clicking)

-
In your own games...

Just leave it.

(phone continues vibrating)

Oh, my God, Luc.

What is it this time?

They're calling me "American Psycho."

What a surprise.

You're a liar, James.

You weren't in Amsterdam last weekend

when Molly was killed.

You were in London.

Your passport was stamped at Heathrow

two days before the murder
and wasn't stamped in Amsterdam

- until a day later.
- So what?

You're accusing me of murder now?

You were texting with Molly.

And I know it wasn't over
some BS birthday present.

The only thing that's keeping me

from going straight to the police

is my fear that they'll see this
as one more reason Grace had

for wanting Molly dead.

But if you don't start talking
right now,

so help me God, I will.

You're right.

I had an affair with Molly.

It was brief.

She was an adult.

So I'm a dirtbag, but I'm no murderer.

I didn't even see her that night.

I was playing poker at Aspinall's.

You check their security tapes.

You must be up to something
really dirty.

It's never that easy with you.

Come on...

You never admit when you're lying.

Whenever Mom would catch you
in some story

that didn't add up, you would just

bob and weave until
she just got tired and gave up.

I'm not gonna get tired, James.

I'm gonna figure out what you're hiding.

What do you want from me?

I want you to stay away from Grace.

If you do that, I'll quit digging.

But if you go near her,

or if any of your shady crap
blows back on her,

I will make you pay.

Enjoy your salmon.

NEWSWOMAN: A memorial
for murder victim Molly Ryan,

a young Northern Irishwoman
studying in London...

GUTTERIE: It's like Whac-A-Mole
with this girl.

(knocking at door)

(knocking)

Don't tell me you crapped the bed, too.

We have a Natalie problem.

Really? I find her so charming.

She knows I was in London
the night that Molly died.

She knows that we were texting.

We need to contain this.

We have to find Molly's phone
before someone else does.

Don't worry. My guy's on it.

Soon as someone turns on
that phone, we find it.

Well, that's not good enough, Gutterie.

I am paying you a fortune
to fix this. Now fix it.

(door closes)

(phones ringing, quiet chatter)

I think I've figured out which flat

that photo was taken from.

I can do one better.

I got a hit off Linley's prints.

- From the crime scene?
- No.

Another dead girl.

This one took a header off a building

up in Oxford six years ago.

Guess who her professor was.

Went down as suicide.

Linley's paw prints
were all over a rain slicker

she was wearing when she fell.

Or was pushed.

Son of a bitch.

All right, let's bring him in.

This one is special, luv.

You don't want to mess it up.

Bea?

Tea's ready.

(glass shatters in distance)

(floorboard creaks)

Who are you?

Who am I?

I'm Molly Ryan's brother.

You got her pregnant, didn't you?

No. No!

You knocked her up?

(grunting)

And then you killed her!

BEATRICE: Get away from my husband!

Get away from him now!

(panting)

(panting)

(gunshot)

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