All language subtitles for Guilt s01e10 What Did You Do.eng

- STAN:Previously on Guilt...
- Prince Theo killed Molly.

You're the only one
who can stop the prince

from hurting anyone else.

My little sister is on trial

for a murder she didn't commit.

And the disappearance of this woman

could be a clue that could help her.

BRUNO: Looks like the killer's
done us a favor.

Gift-wrapped her to preserve her DNA.

- PATRICK: Australia?
- KALEY: I want to move there.

With you... just put London behind us.

We don't have that kind of money, Kaley.

PHILLIP: These compulsions of yours,

they only need to trouble.

PRINCE THEO: I need to see you.

I'll give you 10,000 pounds.

I can do tomorrow at 3:00.

PRINCE THEO: 42 Golborne Road.

KALEY: I'll be there.

My step-dad set up a trust fund for me.

- You could spend it with me.
- Let's do it.

On the way back to court,
when the verdict's in.

We can disappear.

Get me out of here.

(door opening)

(Molly sniffling)

MOLLY: I don't care
what you want, not anymore.

I don't need your permission to do this.

You don't own me.

Molly?

(sniffling)

Are you okay?

It's nothing. I'm grand.

Come on, Mol.

It's me.

What's the matter?

I'm tired of thinking about it.

So come out with me tonight.

Luc and I are going to Diablo
to see Roz's set.

It'll be fun.

I've seen Roz DJ a million times.

Thanks for the support.

I'm just going to stay home tonight.

Get some takeaway, watch the telly.

Don't be lame.

Come on, Molly.

You only live once.

(lock buzzes in distance)

STAN: The verdict is in.

Judge Chenery's bringing the jury back

- in two hours.
- That's too soon.

You need to call Pike
and see what's taking so long

- with the lab results.
- I just called him.

He's breathing
down their necks, I promise.

Well, he needs to breathe harder.

Grace's only shot is if we can tie

Jessica Marshall's murder
to Molly's... to Prince Theo.

If these two murders are linked,
the truth will come out.

What? The truth will set Grace free?

Not soon enough.

If the jury delivers a guilty verdict,

then it won't matter if Prince Theo

tweets how he killed Molly Ryan

in 140 characters or less.

We still have to appeal,
and that could take

up to a year or more.

And Grace will be in prison
the whole time.

(door creaks open, closes)

Hey.

Um, do you want a cup of tea?

Uh, better not.

Declan will have my hide if I'm late.

Treats that pub

like his own bloody little kingdom.

Well, I'm off to.
I've got a shift this afternoon.

Um, but I will see you back here after?

Yeah.

PRINCE THEO: I wish I didn't
have to go to this meeting

this afternoon, Charlotte,
but I promised Mum.

Afterwards, we'll head straight
to Sandringham,

and we can stay as long as you like.

We'll get through this, my darling.

I love you.

- (phone beeps)
- PHILLIP: According to the schedule,

your afternoon is quite free,
Your Highness.

Shall I ring Miss Crockleby back

and let her know you'll be
with her sooner than expected?

- Do you think that's funny, Phillip?
- No.

I think you're playing with fire.

This is none of your concern.

None of my concern.

Do you understand the things
I've had to do

because you can't control yourself?

I've ruined a detective's career.

I silenced that poor kid who saw you.

You?

You murdered that boy?

I took an oath to protect you.

What else do you expect me to do?

Let him tell the world what he saw?

That boy was mistaken.

He didn't know what he saw.

You have no idea h-how hard I've worked

to convince myself
that you didn't kill Molly.

Even after I realized
you snuck out my car that night,

but then the boy came forward...

...and I couldn't keep deluding myself.

I didn't kill her.

She called that night, going on

about how she was keeping the baby,

no matter what I said.

So I went over there to try

and convince her to get rid of it.

When I got there, she was already dead.

I saw the knife in her,

and I didn't think,
I just pulled it out.

I'm not a killer.

But you are, Phillip.

That's the tracking system
taken care of.

Got a car stashed
a few miles down the road,

and there's no CCTV
between here and there,

so we're on our way.

There. That's better, isn't it?

Thanks.

We'll be in the Welsh
countryside in four hours.

Stay at my cousin's and lay low
until the heat dies down.

Buzz me in, will you?

Pike's expecting me.

PIKE: Bruno.

Jessica Marshall's lab results.

You're not going to believe this.

BRUNO: What is it?

A familial DNA match
to Molly Ryan's baby?

No, no, no.

There's DNA found on Jessica's body

and prints on the tarp
that she was wrapped in.

They're all a match

to someone else we know and love.

I've already called for a warrant.

Who is it?

Luc Pascal.

(grunting)

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JOSH: So I got a mate
working on hooking us up

with some new IDs.

I didn't get a chance to ask you
what you wanted

your new name to be,
so I went with Samantha Hill.

I hope that's okay?

It's probably not too late to change it.

No. the name's fine, I ju... I...

I didn't even think of that.

Yeah, there's a lot to think about.

Got to change our name, the way we look.

You should um,
should probably dye your hair.

And cut it short.

- Don't worry; it'll grow back.
- (chuckles)

I'll-I'll shave my head if I have to.

I... I just, uh...

How soon do you think
I can contact my sister?

You can't... I thought you got that.

They're going to be watching her
like a hawk.

Well, yeah. At first, but, uh,

but eventually...

No. There is no eventually.

This is going to be the prison
break heard around the world.

They're never going to stop
looking for you.

Sorry, Grace,
but if you want to stay free,

you'll never see your sister again.

(rifle clicks)

(sighs)

Damn it.

(sighs)

Do you have the money?

Of course I have the money.

I'm a man of my word.

(sighs)

Is that what your fianc?e thinks?

You're being very naughty, aren't you?

Coming here today.

Everybody's watching you.

Now more than ever.

Why are you here?

Hmm?

Do you want to get caught?

Does it excite you?

You know what I think?

I think...

you deserve to be punished.

(buttons popping)

(laughing)

(paparazzi clamoring)

PAPARAZZI 1: Charlotte, do you
think your fianc?'s the killer?

PAPARAZZI 2: Are you sticking with him?

(sighs)

Where's Aidan?

He was supposed
to take me to Sandringham.

I'll take you to Sandringham,
Ms. Crockleby.

If that's what you want.

So now you're judging me, too?

I've just had an earful from my mum.

And in case you didn't notice,
the entire British press corps

wants to paint me as a spineless
fool for standing by my man.

I understand that kind of devotion,

and it's-it's hard to let go of.

I've believed in the monarchy
for as long as I can remember.

It's been my life's honor to serve it.

But somewhere along the way,
my loyalty was perverted

from something noble

into something dangerous.

I think there's somewhere
we need to stop.

-
And I'm crashing in your arms...

PIKE: Open the door, Luc! Luc!

It's the police! Open up! Luc!

BRUNO: We really need to talk, Luc.

What do you want me to say?

I'm gonna record our conversation.

Make sure it's done by the book.

(beep)

Is that okay with you, Luc?

Do you remember Jessica Marshall, Luc?

Yeah?

Well, we found her.

Found your DNA

all over her dead body.

You killed her, didn't you, Luc?

It was an accident.

She liked it rough.

Liked it when I...

choked her.

Was she your client?
Did you work at the Courtenay?

She...

she always wanted more.

More. And...

and then...

...she was just gone.

Was that how it was with Molly?
Did she like it rough, too?

No.

No, it wasn't like that.

Then how was it?

I understand, Luc.

You can't live
with what you've done, can you?

But let me tell you something,
it doesn't matter

how much junk
that you put into your veins,

you will never, ever feel any better

until you tell the truth.

So just tell me,

did you kill Molly Ryan?

(crying)

Yes.

I killed her.

I killed Molly.

Why?

Why did you do it?

I didn't want to kill her.

But I had to or...

or she was going to tell about Jessica.

I had to kill Molly
or she was going to tell.

Okay, now, listen to me,

you have to tell us
exactly how it happened, because

otherwise Grace is gonna go to prison

for a really long time.

And that's not something
you want, is it, Luc?

No. (sniffles)

Grace and I were on the roof.

I gave her something.

A drug?

Like a tranquilizer?

She wasn't supposed to wake up.

I went downstairs...

...grabbed a knife.

(gasp, grunts)

I wanted it to be quick.

I didn't want Molly to suffer.

(choking)

So I cut her throat.

But she wouldn't die.

(grunting)

She was so strong.

She just wouldn't die.

- (grunting)
- (shouting)

Tell Grace I'm sorry.

No, Luc, no!

- (grunting)
- No, no, no, no.

This is D.I. Pike. I need
immediate medical assistance

- at my location.
- We're losing him!

Come on, mate.
Why didn't we find any blood

on your clothes?
Where did you put your clothes?

Luc! Luc!

I-I fed them...

(gasping)

...to the dragon.

You fed them to the dragon?

The dragon. What's the dragon?
What does that mean?

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Luc! Luc! (shouts) No!

There was nothing we could do
to save him, Natalie. He's dead.

Luc is dead, all right?

Oh, my God, I... I can't believe it.

We got his confession on tape.

I don't think that'll be enough.

After what Luc pulled in court,
Judge Chenery

will probably believe he lied
on his deathbed to save her.

We need something
to corroborate his story,

a piece of physical evidence.

I know, I know. We're working on it.

Well, work fast. They're
about to deliver a verdict.

Where is your client, Mr. Gutterie?

I can't bring in the jury
until the defendant is present.

Well, I don't know, Your Honor.

Perhaps my learned friend would
rather not hear this verdict.

If this is another of your
delaying tactics, Mr. Gutterie,

I won't just fine you for contempt...

I'll see that you never practice
law in this country again.

Well, I would have
gladly chauffeured Grace myself

to ensure her timely arrival,
but your prison system

seems to think
it's better suited to the task.

Apparently they were, uh,

a little overconfident
in their abilities.

Officer, get in contact
with prison transport

and find out why in
God's good name they're delaying

my proceedings.

DISPATCH: Unit Five, this is dispatch

requesting immediate contact.

Unit Five, come in, please, Unit Five.

I expected them
to get jumpy by now. It's fine.

- (beeping)
- We're nearly at the drop car.

Then we're on the home straight.

- Stop the van. Stop the van!
- What?

What's the matter? You gonna be sick?

No. This is a mistake.
We have to go back.

(chuckles) Are you crazy?

It's too late.

If we go back, we both go to jail.

I can't do this.
I can't leave my sister.

- Forever.
- Grace,

I've done things,
things that can't be undone.

I've given up everything.

I'm sorry, Josh, I really am.

Oh, wow.

Please.

You're really something, aren't you?

The papers...

they don't know the half of it.

I'll figure out a way
to make it up to you,

to keep you out of trouble, I promise.

Oh, you are way past making it up to me.

Way past that.

We're finishing what you started.

- (grunts)
- (tires screeching)

(hissing)

(coughing)

What the hell did you do?

- (moans)
- We're screwed.

(sirens wailing in distance)

Do you hear that?

They're coming for us.

This doesn't have to go bad for
you if you do exactly as I say.

Are you mental? It's already gone bad!

Listen to me, Josh.

You're gonna put me back in
my restraints, and you're gonna

convince them this was all an accident.

- No. No. No, they'll never believe us.
- You'll make them believe.

Or you can start running.

(sirens approaching)

But it doesn't sound like you've
got much of a head start now.

There must be something
in Molly Ryan's flat,

- something we missed.
- Don't get your hopes up, mate.

Crime scene techs scoured
every inch of this place.

If Luc left his bloody clothes
anywhere, we'd have found them.

Maybe he didn't leave them
in the building.

Been all over the roof, too.
You know that.

Neville told us he jumped
from his roof to Molly's

when he came over there
to steal her things.

Maybe Luc made the jump, too.

(sighs)

There's nothin' but
pigeon droppings up here, mate.

I found something.

Oh, damn it. It's just rubbish.

This might not even be
the right roof, you know?

Luc could've hidden his clothes
on any one of these rooftops.

Crime scene techs will be here
any minute,

but, even still, they won't be
able to search them all in time.

What do you reckon,
try the next one over?

Luc said he fed his clothes
to the dragon, right?

I think we should go to the dragon.

(panting)

KALEY: Mmm, that's it, baby.

You like that, don't you?

You're such a naughty boy.

(moans)

(pants)

Ooh, you're such a bad boy.

(pants) Does that feel good?

Yeah.

Yes, it does.

- (Kaley gasps)
- Charlotte.

Oh, excuse me.

I didn't mean to interrupt.

(coughs)

(groans)

(gunshots and glass shattering)

(woman screams)

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. It's okay.

- It's okay. I got it.
- (groaning)

It's fine. It's okay. Relax.

Just breathe, okay?

It's okay. Look at me.

Do something.

Please!

Call an ambulance or something.

It's fine.

PRINCE THEO: Charlotte...

Charlotte.

Look, he's gonna die.
You need to call someone now.

I don't think so.

Um... oh, my...

(groaning)

PRINCE THEO (choking): Charlotte.

KALEY: Here.

It's gonna be fine.
Everything's gonna be fine.

The Grace Atwood case is full
of drama to the very end.

The infamous defendant was late
to her own verdict

because a paparazzo chased
her prison transport van,

causing them to spin out of
control and wreck.

It would appear we finally
have a defendant.

And perhaps we may proceed

to the main reason we are
gathered here today,

the verdict.

Your Honor, my client hit her head

quite forcefully in that crash.

I think the most prudent course
of action would be to seek

immediate medical attention.

Your client has already received

medical attention at the site.

There'll be no more delays.

- Your Honor, with all due respect...
- Bailiff.

Bring in the jury.

(door opening)

We're ready for you.

(door closing)

(courtroom exclaiming)

- Your Honor.
- Your Honor, please forgive

the unorthodox interruption.

We would like to present
some new evidence.

New evidence that would
exonerate Grace Atwood

in the murder of Molly Ryan.

GWENDOLYN: This is outrageous.

Your Honor, the Defense
has rested its case.

The jury is literally
waiting in the wings.

The defense counsel is just

pulling another one of his stunts.

This is not a stunt.

Gwen, I promise, you're going
to want to hear what we found.

Please, step back.

(door closing)

JUDGE CHENERY: If new
and probative evidence

is uncovered before the jury
delivers its verdict,

then the Defense is entitled
to present that evidence.

- Your Honor, I...
- But...

Before I allow the jury
to hear anything,

I want someone to tell me what the hell

is going on around here.

(recorder beeps)

LUC (recorded, crying):
Yes, I killed her.

I killed Molly.

I had to kill Molly
or she was going to tell.

I grabbed a knife.

I wanted it to be quick.

I didn't want Molly to suffer,

so I cut her throat.

She just wouldn't die.

(crying)

Tell Grace I'm sorry.

(recorder beeps)

Luc Pascal died

from a self-inflicted
knife wound moments later.

We found his blood-stained clothes

hidden behind a sign on a rooftop

very nearby the building
where Molly was killed.

And the blood... has it been tested?

Not fully,
but our preliminary blood type

and test done at the scene

revealed it matched Molly Ryan's

extremely rare, AB negative, blood type.

JUDGE CHENERY: Given Mr. Bruno's
checkered history,

I have severe reservations
about allowing the jury

to hear this evidence.

The confession could have been coerced.

The bloody clothes manufactured.

Detective Inspector Pike
has a flawless record,

Your Honor.

As D.S. Bruno's former partner,

I find his word less than sacrosanct.

- (groans)
- But it is for the jury

to determine the credibility
of witnesses.

Therefore, I'll allow it.

But there'll be a recess
to grant the crown time

to prepare its rebuttal.

How much time will you need,
Madam Prosecutor?

Ms. Hall?

I don't need any more time.

I don't think the jury need to

determine the credibility
of these witnesses.

I'm satisfied that
they're telling the truth.

I'm satisfied that Grace Atwood is...

not guilty

in the murder of Molly Ryan,

and on behalf of the Crown,

I move to dismiss
the charge against her.

Are you sure you don't require
time to reflect?

I'm quite sure.

Then I grant your motion.

The murder charge against
Grace Atwood is dismissed.

(gavel bangs)

It's over.

It's over.

(reporters clamoring)

Grace Atwood is relieved

to be out from under the cloud

of suspicion that has followed

her since the tragic morning
she discovered

her dear friend Molly Ryan murdered.

Now, I am just thankful

that today I was finally able
to prove her innocence

beyond a reasonable doubt.

- Now, what do we have?
- Are you really counting this

as a personal victory, Mr. Gutterie?

We don't know what the jury's
verdict would have been.

Seems like more of a victory

for the detectives of Scotland Yard.

Any day that justice is served,

I count as a personal victory.

All right, what do we got?

(reporters clamoring)

Hey, Detective. Wait up.

I-I just wanted to thank you.

No need to thank me.

I was just doing my job.

Doing my old job.

I think it was a little more than that.

You taking Grace home now?

I already booked our flight.

We leave tonight.

- I wish we could, like...
- Too bad we couldn't...

You first.

Okay.

I, uh...

I just...

I just hope that you have
a happy life, Natalie.

You, too, Alex.

TELEVISION REPORTER: Prince Theo
is still in critical condition

following a hunting accident.

It is reported that...

Bold move, cousin.

Not sure I'd have the stones
to be out, if I were you.

What do you mean?

Buckingham Palace may be
covering for their randy prince,

but not doubt they'll already
be searching for you.

What are you playing at, Declan?
I know you're the one

who shot the prince.

Why would I shoot the prince

when you said you were going to?

You're lying, you shot him.

But it turns out the bastard's innocent.

He may not have killed your sister,

but I'd hardly call
Prince Theo innocent.

None of them are.

The blood of our people
is on their hands.

You used me.

To get to him.

Believe what you want.

It doesn't matter who shot him.

You're the one who's been
spouting your mouth off

about how you were gonna get
vengeance for your wee sister.

And you're the one

who's been sleeping
with the prince's whore.

They're coming for you Patrick.

(sobbing)

Hey.

Gwen, I know I'm probably
the last person you want to see.

I want to hate you.

I want to hate you, I really do.

But I can't.

(scoffs)

'Cause if it wasn't for you,

I might've sent
an innocent girl to prison

for the rest of her life.

We don't know that.

We don't know what the...

what the jury verdict was gonna be,

they might've seen it right.

(scoffs)

So what, I'm a blind fool,
but at least I'm bad in court?

Is that supposed to comfort me? (sniffs)

No, that's not what I meant.

Ever since what happened in Ashington,

I knew what I wanted to do with my life.

I wanted to make sure
that people who do bad things

get punished.

This case.

This case.

This case, it just...

I let it get under my skin.

And I forgot!

It's my job to protect the innocent

just as much as punish the guilty.

But we can't do this job if it
doesn't get under our skin,

can we?

And this case,

it twisted all of us up, not just you.

At least your mistakes got fixed.

Come on.

You just sold one of the biggest cases

Scotland Yard's had in years.

I'm gonna speak to the Commissioner,

get you reinstated.

I can live without my badge, Gwen.

But Donovan Trimbly going free?

I don't know quite how
I'm supposed to live with that.

(chuckles)

We've not had out best run
lately, have we?

(chuckles softly)

(laughs)

(groans) I need a drink.

Come to think of it,
don't I owe you one?

Come on. What do you say? One drink.

Okay.

Just one drink. (chuckles)

Well, hello.

You can help me celebrate.

Do you like scotch?

I figured it out.

Figured what out?

Why you've been feeding me
the biggest stories

this city has seen in years.

Yeah, well, that's no mystery.

You're young and hungry...

I'm a nobody.

I knew you had an angle.

The great Stan Gutterie
always has an angle.

So I started looking into you.

Into why you came to London when
you got disgraced in the U.S.

You know what I found out?

It wasn't the first time
you'd lived in the UK.

You were here as a Rhodes Scholar.

About 26 years ago, isn't that right?

Yeah, that's right.

Here's a funny coincidence.

You were at Oxford at
the exact same time as my mum.

When she got knocked up.

You're my father.

Yeah, I am.

You know, um,

when she told me that she was pregnant,

I was already back in the States.

And, uh...

Well, in case
you haven't noticed, I'm...

kind of a selfish bastard.

So when she, um, suggested

that we live our separate lives,

I didn't put up too much of a fight.

But 20 years later,

when I had to find
a new place to call home,

I chose London.

And I wanted to see you

right from the start.

But I got...

I lost my nerve.

Then, you what, you started
writing these stories,

uh, about the case and about me.

And I thought, "Geez, what is that?"

I thought, "Is that, like, a sign?"

And I know I should've...

told you the truth

right when I saw you.

But I thought maybe...

if you get to know me a bit

before I break the news,

you might not... (clears throat)

hate me as much.

You thought you could make up
for a lifetime of abandonment

with a few lame scoops?

Nice try.

But I'm not interested.

Dad.

If you weren't interested,

you wouldn't have come to see me!

How are you coming along?

We need to get out of here soon.

I don't want to risk missing our flight.

Oh, Grace...

I still can't believe it.

(inhales) Any of it, that...

Luc's dead.

He killed Molly.

It's like I never even knew him.

I mean, was everything a lie?

People do things we'd never
expect when they're desperate.

And Luc was desperate, Grace.

Molly was threatening
to tell his secret.

I don't get that either.

If Molly knew Luc killed
that woman months ago,

then why wait all this time
to threaten him?

Maybe Molly was blackmailing him

to try to get money for her baby.

- Luc didn't have any money.
- I'm sorry I don't have

a better answer for you, but
I've prosecuted enough murders

to know they don't always make sense.

I know this hurts.

I know it's the most awful thing,

but you have to focus on going home.

Leaving all this behind.

Can you do that?

Did you get everything
from the bathroom?

Uh... yeah, this is
the last of it, but... (sniffs)

I want to stop by my old flat
on the way to the airport.

What? Why? I mean,
we're pushing it as it is.

'Cause I left a sweater there
that Molly gave me,

and I can't go home without it.

Please, Natalie.

I'll be quick.

You sure you want to go back there?

I want something...

something good

to remember her by.

Something from before
everything went wrong.

You know?

Do you want me to come with you?

No, I'll be fine.

I'll be back in a second.

(door shuts)

(door squeaks)

(Molly giggling on video)

MOLLY: You know, it's not natural

not to be ticklish anywhere.

I'm gonna find it.

Maybe back here?

Oh.

(giggling and talking indistinctly)

I found it.

- ROZ (on video): Stop, Molly!
- I found it!

- Stop! How did you get so strong?
- (Molly giggling)

- Goddamn it.
- (giggling continues)

So do you still love me?

Even though I know your weakness?

- (Molly laughs)
- (sobbing)

There's nothing that could
stop me loving you, Mol.

You and Molly?

- No, no there's no more.
- Have you got more?

GRACE: You were together?

(Molly giggling)

(phone chimes)

How did I not know?

(crying): Nobody knew.

Molly said she wanted it

to be our secret.

That it'd be more special that way.

Molly was pregnant.

- With Prince Theo's baby.
- Stupid girl.

She thought he was gonna call
off The Royal Wedding for her.

That they were gonna live
happily ever after.

He didn't love her.

I did.

I remember.

That last week.

You and Molly barely spoke.

I-I thought you were just
getting on each other's nerves.

I... I never thought...

(crying)

You couldn't stand that she
loved someone else, could you?

But you couldn't kill her yourself.

No, Grace...

So you forced Luc to do it for you.

No.

No, you don't understand.

You know everything that happens
at the Courtenay.

You knew Luc killed that woman.

He said...

he had to kill Molly

or she was gonna tell.

You were the "she."

- Grace...
- Not Molly.

Please. Don't.

You let me think
it was my fault Molly died.

I almost went to prison

for the rest of my life, but it was you.

You're right.

I couldn't take it.

Knowing that she exists in this world

loving someone else.

I needed...

I needed her to be gone.

I thought I'd feel better after, but...

Please. You get it, right?

Come on, you know what it's like

loving someone so much
that you go mental

at the thought of losing them,
you get that, right?

Grace?

I do get it.

(sighs)

I get that Molly is dead

because of you!

And so is Luc.

(Grace grunts)

(Roz screams)

(Roz and Molly laugh
and talk indistinctly)

(screams)

(laughter)

NATALIE: Grace!

What did you do?

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