Guilt

Previously on Guilt.

When I was growing up,

there was this dog, called Molly.

She knew all my secrets.

- Theo told me about Molly. - He did?

She wasn't a bloody dog, was she?

Mr. Finch, what are you doing here?

I got a little something to show you.

Find me that ledger, or you'll be next.

The last few months, Molly saw only one client,

Gentleman 33.

You've seen him a few times, too.

Yeah.

- Any idea who he is? - No.

What do you want from me?

I want you to stay away from Grace.

Any of your shady crap blows back on her,

I will make you pay.

Was that taken through Molly's window?

Molly had a stalker, and it was you, wasn't it?

After Molly died, I panicked and nicked her phone.

There were threatening texts

from Finch all over it. I think he killed her.

We need to plant the phone in his car and turn it on.

The police will track it straight to Finch.

If one of us starts cozying up to Finch,

he'll definitely know something's dodgy.

That's why we need my sister.

She's a bloody prosecutor.

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

You sick bastard.

Oh, Grace.

Now do you like me better than Molly?

She was gone longer than a few minutes, wasn't she?

Tell me, how long, Luc.

How long was she gone?

How long was she gone for, Luc!?

Close to an hour.

We have a warrant.

You're under arrest

for the murder of Molly Ryan.

It's going to be okay.

Stan and I will sort this out.

You just need to be strong.

Turn to the right.

At 6:12 this morning,

Scotland Yard executed an arrest warrant

for Grace Atwood in the murder of Molly Ryan.

The police and the Crown Prosecutor's Office

have been working around the clock on this investigation,

and we're confident that the overwhelming evidence

against Grace Atwood will prove, beyond any doubt,

she murdered her flatmate, Molly Ryan.

Take off your clothes.

Now, Molly and her family deserve

swift and strong justice.

When Grace Atwood is convicted,

I will seek the maximum penalty

available under the law,

that's life in prison,

without the possibility of parole.

Hello there.

Where'd you come from?

Isn't she adorable?

I thought a new puppy might put an end to your nightmares.

How thoughtful.

I think we should call her Molly.

Don't you?

Yes.

Yes. That would be wonderful.

What a sweet gesture, darling.

Oh.

I have my ulterior motives.

You said I need to find something that's all mine.

Well, I think we need something that's ours.

I want us to take care of Molly together.

Make sure she never wanders into any trouble.

Would you like that?

I'd love that.

So Molly Ryan was a high-priced hooker?

Well, Merry Christmas.

Do you have any idea how many alternate suspects

- this Courtenay thing opens up? - A truckload.

But my money's on Finch.

I cannot wait to see Gwendolyn Hall's face

when she realizes she arrested Grace

while a secret society of sickos

was left free to murder young women.

Secret Society of Sickos does have a nice ring to it.

There's one other thing.

Yeah.

Finch had all these videos of girls.

There was one labeled Molly, but...

...there was one for Grace, too.

- Stan! - Wh... I'm sorry.

Did you want to give that to the police?

Because I'm sure that whatever was

on there is not our friend.

And you "borrowing" it

doesn't look very good, either.

Even after watching that video,

I still can't believe Grace did that.

I thought I knew her.

Did you ever think you'd seduce a dangerous criminal

for a set of car keys?

We all do things we're not proud of sometimes.

I'm going to go see Grace this morning.

See if we can break Luc's timeline

for when he said she was up on the roof.

I'm going to go blow the Courtenay wide open

and get your sister out of jail.

If Finch was able to keep the best little whorehouse

in London under wraps for this long,

we can't count on the cops tying him to it now.

You missed the press conference.

You should have been there.

- Share in the glory. - Something's come up, Gwen.

Is that...?

It's Martin Finch.

Finch!

Well, you're having a big morning, aren't you?

I've been trying to build a case against this guy for years.

Nothing ever sticks.

What'd you bring him in on?

Suspicion of murder.

Surprise.

We found Molly Ryan's phone

in his car this morning.

- What? - He switched it on.

We've had a tracker on it since the morning she died.

We had to act quickly

before it got switched off again and the trail went cold.

Our techies are working on it right now.

Okay, so, wait.

Hours after Grace Atwood's arrest,

you arrest a career criminal for the same murder.

You, you do realize that that could spell reasonable doubt

- for both of them? - What was I supposed to do?

Just let him walk, maybe go on the run?

He owns the club that Molly went to

the night that she died.

He's got her phone.

- He's got a reputation for violence. - I know that.

I just stood in front of the world,

and promised justice.

Justice for Molly Ryan's family, and now,

I might not even get a conviction.

And Finch...

what if Finch did this, and I've just

rushed to judgment on Grace Atwood.

Stop.

You had solid evidence against Grace.

I wouldn't have put those handcuffs on her

if I didn't stand by your decision to have her arrested.

But we've got new evidence to consider now.

It's not that simple, is it?

No.

But one thing is:

we will not rest

until Molly Ryan's killer is brought to justice.

- Hi, Nat. - Ugh.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

You look... you look great.

Stan found a loophole in the British system

that allows me to be part of his legal team.

Technically, I'm his intern.

You know how much he loves that, but...

it means I'm covered under attorney-client

confidentiality.

I, um...

I found something in Finch's office.

A video of you...

...and him.

He was taping me.

Oh, my God... I cannot believe you saw that.

I was so stupid.

I just...

Grace.

Did you work at the Courtenay?

Like Molly?

Molly and Roz made it sound

so glamorous,

so exciting.

So I went one night.

And-and at first, it was... thrilling.

And-and you have on these masks,

so it doesn't even feel like you.

You know?

Then I was chosen, and we went upstairs.

And it wasn't exciting or glamorous at all,

it was just a... stranger who expected me

to do things to him, for money.

So I ran out before we...

you know.

Do you think it will come out at the trial?

Uh, I don't know.

I mean, we have to be prepared for everything.

Our bigger problem is how to prove

that Luc lied to save his own ass