Guilt

Previously on Guilt.

What the hell?

You're under arrest.

Why did Molly have your blood

under her fingernails?

Grace said that Molly thought

someone was watching her, stealing her things.

Now, Molly's stuffed monkey

has been stolen from the crime scene.

We know the photo had to be taken from this apartment.

- Do you live alone? - It's just me

and me little boy.

What do you want?

You keep my secrets,

I'll keep yours.

I need you to get a vial

of Molly Ryan's blood.

- You're off the case? - Gwen.

She thinks I've got feelings for you.

I like your necklace. I knew a girl who had one just like it.

The necklace is from a special club,

where anyone with enough money

can have whatever they want.

When I get my hands on whoever killed her,

I promise you, before they die,

they're going to suffer.

Will you give it a rest?

You've been at it for hours, Molly.

If I want to be in the Royal Ballet,

I have to practice day and night.

Isn't the Royal Ballet in London?

: You're not going to London.

I am, too.

The Royal Ballet's the best in the world.

You can dance

in Ireland, where you're with family.

Where you have people to look after you.

I don't need anybody to look after me.

I look after meself just fine.

Really?

Did you say that to your mummy?

That's cheeky.

I will see you later, young man.

Take care.

And you.

Have a nice day.

That pretty wife of yours...

...does she know where you spent last Tuesday afternoon?

- (chokes) - Huh?

What... do you want?

I want you to get me into the Courtenay.

Natalie, where are you?

Luc's been arrested.

Please, just... call me back.

I need you.

Wow.

You are a dirty cop, aren't you?

Don't.

Stop it.

What?

Because it's ugly.

Nah, it isn't.

It's beautiful.

How did you get it?

Come on, tell me.

Every scar has a story.

Like this one.

When I was a little kid,

at my nan's,

fell off the fire escape

pretending to be a superhero.

How did you get yours?

That's a long story.

Well... I got nowhere I need to be,

I can tell you that much.

I was 16.

It was winter break.

Um... my best friend, Ashley,

was having a party, but...

there was a snowstorm on the way.

My parents were worried I'd get caught in it.

So, of course, once they went to bed,

I snuck out and I went anyway.

And it was all good, at first.

Until my dad showed up.

I, um...

I had never seen him so angry.

On the way home, he didn't say a single word.

And it was snowing.

Badly.

So I shut my eyes and I just tried to sleep.

And then the next thing I knew, the whole world was spinning.

The car skidded off the side of the road.

we rolled four times.

I fractured my spine, and my dad, um...

...my dad died the next day.

I'm so sorry, Nat.

If I hadn't gone to that party,

Grace and I would still have a dad.

Everything would be different.

Hey, no, no, no, don't you do that.

You can't do that to yourself.

Why?

- You know, it's-it's the truth. - No, no.

You had no control over that situation;

you had no control over the car, did you?

You were just being a normal kid.

- (phone buzzing) - Oh, God...

Sorry.

- (Natalie sniffs) - Sorry.

- Is everything okay? - Yeah.

You can answer it if you need to.

No, no. There are far more pressing matters

to attend to here.

Luc!

Stan!

- Hey. Is he okay? - Did I not tell you to go home?

- I'm not... - You should not be seen

anyplace around here.

I'm not going home until I know what's going on.

Is he going to jail?

I'm gonna be honest

with you, Grace, all right?

It is a serious charge,

it is not his first offense...

What about bail? I can talk to James.

After you two jumped a train to Paris,

bail is about as realistic as the Tooth Fairy.

You can get him off, though, right?

I've gotten guys off for a lot worse

than distributing a bag of coke, so don't worry. It'll be fine.

I need to see Luc.

He's been through so much.

Look, I'm gonna give you some advice.

And I'm not gonna charge your stepdad for it.

The fact of the matter is,

Luc is a drug addict.

You got to move on.

No.

There are plenty of hot guys out there.

Some even have jobs.

Grace! Grace!

Grace, did you get high with him?

Please... How often?

Please, just...

Grace, is Luc Pascal's

drug use tied to Molly Ryan's murder?

- (reporters clamoring) Stop! Get back.

- Grace... - She's been through enough.

Leave her alone. Come on.

- (reporters clamoring) - Get back!

- I said leave her alone. - Grace...

I said get back!

- (clamoring) - Get back!

Get back!

Get a shot. Get a shot in there.

In there. In there, in there.

All right.

I think we lost 'em.

I... I honestly don't know

how I would have gotten out of there

if you hadn't come to the rescue.

It's not right, you know.

Especially after all you've been through.

These people don't care what's right,

they just want a story.

I wish I could say I was getting used to it,

but they follow me, watch my every move.

It's...

- They're nothing but bullies. - Come on.

- I hate bullies. - Ooh!

- They broke your phone? - Yeah.

This is all such a nightmare.

- Uh, can I see it? - Sure.

- (grunts) - Sometimes, it's just