Guilt

- 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.

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.