Guilt

Previously on Guilt.

The luminol tests show blood.

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

Your coppers, they really

screwed the pooch on this one.

You and I both know that this will not hold up in court.

I want it dropped.

We've got 22 hours

to get Luc Pascal to talk.

This is my cousin, Kevin McGee.

Nice to meet you, mate.

Molly's brother broke into Finch's office.

He stole the client ledger!

Finch is on a war path.

He's going to hunt us down and kill us both!

Are you lying to me?

What are you... (grunts)

Did they...

ask you anything about that night?

I wouldn't say anything if they did.

No one will ever know.

It's our secret.

Mr. Finch.

What are you doing here?

I've got a little something to show you.

- (groans, whimpers) Oh, my God!

Now, Colin here claims he doesn't know

the name of the chap you were shagging in the club.

The one who stole my ledger.

It's unfortunate.

(silenced gunshot, Kaley screams, whimpers)

Look at the mess you've made, huh?

And all over my favorite jacket.

You got anything to say for yourself, hmm?

Bit of mea culpa?

Find me that ledger.

Or you'll be next.

(indistinct conversations, club music throbbing)

I'll be right back.

When am I getting out of here?

We're working on that.

But there's a separate matter that I wish to discuss.

Molly Ryan's murder.

I'm not talking about anything

- without Stan Gutterie. - If he comes in here,

he will do anything it takes to make sure that Grace goes free.

And if that means you take the fall for Molly's murder,

then so be it.

You know what? I'll be completely honest...

this whole time...

I suspected that Grace had killed Molly.

But I spent the day

going over every shred of evidence.

I even called in a blood spatter expert

to take a closer look, and do you know what I found?

Turns out I had it all wrong.

The blood spatter pictures...

clearly show that there were two people in the room

when Molly died.

You... and Grace.

You killed Molly Ryan together.

That was Stan.

His source at Scotland Yard said

the Crown Prosecutor is interrogating Luc again.

About the murder.

Why?

I thought he got arrested for drugs.

My best guess is they're trying to use him to get to you.

- Can't Stan do something? - He's on his way there now.

He's gonna try to shut it down.

- Right, but what if he can't? - Grace...

You know that prosecutor's had it in for me this whole time.

It doesn't matter what the truth is.

She'll twist Luc's words, do anything to get me.

We won't let her.

I'll call Bruno.

How'd it go with the press?

It's all a blur.

I tried to sound smart, but not too intellectual.

Mm-hmm.

Thoughtful without being snooty,

and approachable without sounding flighty.

I was terrified I'd give the wrong answer.

My "A" levels were a joke in comparison.

Welcome to the royal fishbowl.

Every second of my life has been documented and scrutinized,

from spitting up on my mum during my christening,

through every hideously awkward moment of puberty.

It was relentless.

I'm just...

grateful that you are willing to put up with all the intrusions.

Theo, I'll do silly press events every day

if it means being with you for the rest of my life.

I can't spare you the spotlight.

But I can offer one piece of advice

that might make it more tolerable.

Mm-hmm?

Find one thing that's yours.

Something that nobody else can take from you.

Something that's your secret.

Okay.

I can do that.

What's your secret thing?

If I told you that,

it wouldn't be mine anymore, would it?

- Hello? - Gwen's got Luc back in the box.

She's trying to get him to turn on Grace, I know it.

- Whoa, whoa, slow down, slow down. - She set Luc up,

didn't she? That whole drug arrest was just a way

for her to squeeze him until he buries Grace.

I, uh, I...

I mean, I have no idea about Gwen's strategy.

Can you go down there, try to find out what he's saying?

Natalie...

I know it's a lot to ask, I'm just...

trying to protect my sister.

I'm off the case, you know that.

You could talk to Pike.

He knows what's going on.

I've crossed too many lines with you already, Natalie.

We shouldn't even be talking about this.

I get that. I'm just..

I'm gonna hang up on you now. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

: Alex, I...

They're after me and Luc for Molly's murder.

They set Luc up with the drugs, and I'm next.

What?

- What is it? - I can't.

- It's too dangerous. I can't. - Roz,

I'm going down for this. If...

if you know anything...

I messed up.

I messed up big.

After we found Molly...

...I panicked.

I nicked her phone.

What? Are you crazy?

The Courtenay's all over that thing.

It will look bad for me and Molly.

If the police found out, I...

So you were saving your own skin.

I would've said something sooner, but...

since Molly died, Grace,

I've been so scared.

Afraid that if I say something...

What is going on, Roz?

I looked through her phone...

and...

and there were these threatening texts.

What do they say?

That he was gonna slit her throat.

Who?

Who said that?

- Finch? - Yeah.

I think the bastard killed Molly.

Why didn't you tell the police?

He's got the coppers all in his pocket.

I know for a fact

Lieutenant Commissioner Wesson is a Courtenay regular,

as well as half of the judges in the bloody city.

Finch will find out.

And he'll kill me.

Where's the phone now?

It's in my bag.

I shut it down while we were still at the flat.

I couldn't risk the coppers tracing it to me.

The police have to see it. Once they see those texts,

they'll realize Finch killed Molly.

We hand in that phone,

it'll never see the light of day.

We don't hand it in.

We plant it on Finch and turn it on.

Tonight.

The cops will be all over him in a heartbeat.

Well, how do we plant it?

If one of us starts cozying up to Finch,

he'll definitely know something's dodgy.

That's why we need someone else.

Someone Finch doesn't know.

- Like who? - Like my sister.

She's a bloody prosecutor.

As if she's gonna plant evidence?

She doesn't have to know that's what we're doing.

- (knocking on door) Patrick!

Patrick! Hello?

Patrick...

It's Kaley, let me in.

Oh, my God. Kaley!

You have to help me.

What happened? A-Are you hurt?

He shot him and there was blood, like, everywhere.

It's okay, you're all right.

You're safe now.

Shh, shh.

Hey.

Who shot who?