All language subtitles for file 4.720p.bluray.x264- - Eng

-[narrator] Previously on Guilt...
-[Molly] Stop!

You know, there's something
off about Grace Atwood.

[Tech] 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.

-[Theo] Donovan Trimbly.
-What do you want?

[Theo] You keep my secrets,
I'll keep yours.

| 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.

[Bruno] This could be their stalker.

[Roz] It's just an old necklace
of hers | found.

[Patrick] I don't remember Molly
ever wearing this.

-[screams]
-[Gwendolyn] 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 | have
in the world is you.

["Mustang Kids" playing]

& The mustang kids are out &

I Rolling over hills and the roundabouts &

I Black tar, tamborine &

I Playing for the girls
In the back seats [

& The mustang kids are out &

I Rolling over hills and the roundabouts &

I White line, motorcade J

& Sweeter than your baby face I

& Small town gang got nothing to do &

I We got hate, got love,
Got the sun and the moon &

& We got big city plans
But it always rains &

What's up, track star,
can't keep up?

[exhales] Just going easy on you.

[Grace] Hey, thank God,
the royal wedding fever

is keeping the paparazzi busy.

[Natalie] Yeah.

[Grace] Luc's place is only a block away.
Race ya.

[both laughing]

You sure you don't want to come in,
grab some water?

| should probably get back
to the hotel.

Catch up on some work.

Don't forget to close the blinds, okay?

[ominous music playing]

[camera clicking]

-[man] Hey! Let go.
-What the hell do you think you're doing?

[both grunt]

[man] Give me the camera. [groans]

Give it back.

[man grunting]

-[Natalie] Grace! Grace!
-[man grunts]

Call the police!

-Grace.
-1 am the police,

and you're under arrest for assault.

[ominous music playing]

[keys jangling]

[ominous music playing]

[Gwendolyn] What are you up to?

You look like death warmed up.
Big night?

-Yeah, something like that.
-[Gwendolyn] It must have been.

You don't usually ignore
my late night texts.

| wasn't ignoring. | 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.
| thought she might have a sugar daddy.

This little bit of lace and string
cost 200 quid.

| tracked it to a boutique on Pont Street
but, unfortunately, it was a dead end.

They had no record of who purchased it.

-Well...
-[door rattling]

this morning doesn't have to be
a total bust.

The evidence room could be... fun.

Ahh...

Ahh, Pike's waiting for me.

[Gwendolyn] Let him wait.

He's a patient man.

I've got to go. I'm really sorry.

-Come on.
-[phone rings]

[scoffs]

-Can | just get five minutes?
-Everything all right?

[Gwendolyn] One of my investigators.

You will never guess
who he's just arrested. [scoffs]

[Natalie] | met you at Luc Pascal's loft
that night.

You're with the crown prosecutor's office,
right?

-That's right.
-[Natalie] Then you have the authority

to drop this completely unfounded
assault charge.

| had a reasonable belief that
that man meant my sister harm,

-meant me harm.
-[Gwendolyn] | don't know

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.

| was protecting my sister.

| guess violence runs in the family.

Excuse me?

[Stan] We really must stop meeting
like this, Gwendolyn.

-l agree.
-[door thuds]

Il see you in court.

Great, | 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,

s0, yeah, looking forward to that.

Il 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?
-[Natalie] It hurts quite a bit, actually.

-Oh, please.
-[Stan] If you go after Natalie

with this ludicrous charge,
I will bury you in countersuits,

and do not get me started
on the complaints,

| could generate around this
Beatrice Linley fiasco.

[grunts]

That has nothing to do with it.

[Stan] 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, | 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,
| haven't heard anything.

I might have a source, too.

You're welcome.

["Pull Me Under" playing]

J | don't want to fear no more J

[speaking French]

Luc, what's going on?

Did you do a line
while | was in the shower?

[Luc] | was up all night.
I needed something,

or I'll never finish these paintings
in time.

[Grace] You need to keep a clear head.

Now more than ever.

We both do.

| 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.
-[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.

| promise.

J I'm the sun, I'm the rain
Pull me under, under again &

[engine revving]

[door thuds]

[Phillip] You're late.

[horn honks in distant]

Before | give you these,
| just need to know,

am | 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.

| need you to get a vial
of Molly Ryan's blood.

To frame someone else.

-1 don't think so.
-You didn't have a problem

framing Donovan Trimbly, did you?

All right, that was me doing
what | 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 anyocne 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.

| mean, can you live with that?

Question really is...
can you live with that?

[Bruno] Mrs. Harris, we know the photo had
to be taken from this apartment.

| don't know who could have taken it.

Do you live alone?

It's just me and my little boy.

Yeah, it's a shame about that girl.

You know, | did have some painters
out here about a month back.

And | wouldn't have them back again,
I'll tell you that much.

Shifty sorts.

Two weeks after they'd gone,
| realized my Diamond Portrait,

Jubilee stamps had gone missing.

You got any contact details for them?

Um... let me see.

| might have... [sighs]

the receipt somewhere.

[papers rustling]

[Pike] I'll track those painters down.

Could be one of them's got stalking
on his resume,

-assaults on women.
-House painting...

that's a really good cover for a stalker
when you think about it.

It gives you great access to... homes.

Um, | tell you what, mate,
you, uh, you go on ahead.

-I'll take care of this.
-Sure.

[indistinct chatter]

Don't forget the golden rule.

The badge will get you women,
but women, they'll get your badge.

| heard you did a real number
on Officer Duncan.

-Hey.
-[Bruno] Hey.

-You all right?
-Yeah, not bad.

Maybe | should have let him toss me
in the slammer.

Would have gotten me out
of Grace's boyfriend's art show

tomorrow night.

What are the odds he's actually any good?

-Uh, a pint of ale for the lady, please.
-[bartender] Gotcha.

-Make it two.
-[bartender] Coming up.

Yeah, I-- | don't think
we should really be drinking together.

Who said we're drinking together?
We're just two people sitting at a bar.

Don't worry, I'll understand

if you can't keep up
with the American girl.

-I'll hold your jacket.
-No, it's fine, just take the picture.

[Grace] Just give it, it looks awkward.

Okay.

Uncross your arms.

Come on, smile.

[camera clicking]

It's not every day your boyfriend gets
his first solo exhibition.

Hashtag mindful moment.

There.

Now the bouncers will have to beat
the crowd back tomorrow night.

[speaking French]

-Can | have my jacket back now?
-[Grace] Yes, let me just get my phone.

Luc?

-It's just my emergency stash.
-[Grace] Seriously?

That's what you're going with?

You're hungry.
Let's get you something to eat.

-Luc, you lied to me.
-l said I'd lay off.

I'm not using now, am 1?

| don't even care about the blow.
You made me a promise and you broke it.

-You Americans are so dramatic.
-Don't you turn this on me.

My entire life has been flipped
upside down and set on fire.

-And my life hasn't.
-[Grace] | thought | could trust you.

-That... that you cared about me.
-Grace.

If you can lie to me about that,
then what else are you lying about?

[Bruno] Oh, no, you're ruining them.
No, right that's it.

-That is it.
-Augh.

[chuckles] Try... that.

Vinegar and mayonnaise?

-That's genius.
-[chuckles]

My dad gets credit for that one.

He would never, ever eat his chips
without vinegar...

and mayo.

Well, | guess he wasn't all bad after all.

He told me he was no prize.

You remember that?

| have a crazy good memory
for conversations.

You do not want to get
in a fight with me,

‘cause I'll pull out crap
you said months ago,

and recite it back to you
like a court reporter.

-l bet guys really dig that, right?
-[Grace] Totally.

So your dad taught you about fries.

Excuse me... chips.

-What else?
-1 guess you could say...

he taught me what a hypaocrite is.

Yeah, he was always going on about
how, um...

your word is your bond.

And integrity is everything.

Right up, | mean right up
until that moment

where he just left me and my mum
with nothing.

-You're right, he does sound like a prize.
-Hmm, yeah.

[Natalie] | guess some
of what he said sunk in.

You seem like a man of integrity.

I'm sorry, um...

| was gonna do a whole thing here.

Try to flirt some information out of you
about the Molly Ryan investigation.

Yeah, | wondered,
when we were going to come to that.

-It was that obvious?
-No, you were smooth.

You were really smooth,
but, | mean, you know,

all the bars in London,
and you just happened...

to walk into the one right across the road
from New Scotland Yard?

Okay, so let me just ask you straight out.

Why do you have a team
of investigators following my sister?

Okay, those guys, they work
for crown prosecutor. They're not mine.

So this is Gwendolyn Hall's personal
witch hunt?

Whoa, | never said that.
Nobody's on a witch hunt here.

Sitting across from her this morning,
it felt pretty personal.

What does she have against my sister?

Gwen, she's just...

She takes her job very seriously,
you know? As I'm sure you do.

And... | need to get back to work.
And | will see you... around.

[Theo] Our way of life.
Our lives themselves.

The brave soldiers who made
the ultimate sacrifice

for this great nation.

On behalf of the queen,
| dedicate this beautiful park

as a living monument to their selfless,

heroic actions.

[applause]

-Did our friend deliver?
-He did.

But he's proving to be
slightly more rebellious than we'd hoped.

You misjudged him.

Didn't you?

You said we could control him.

But now there's yet one more person
who can ruin me.

Don't worry, Your Highness.

He just needs to be properly motivated.

See to it.

Oh, my God.

[door thuds]

[Grace] Hey.

[Natalie] What's the matter?
Have you been crying?

Luc and | got into it.
| don't want to talk about it.

-Are you sure?
-What are you doing?

Oh, I'm just, uh, finishing up
some research for work.

| think | found what | need.

-[cellphone ringing]
-[Natalie] It's him.

Well, he's actually calling?
Not texting?

He must be really sorry.

-Yeah, well he should be.
-[cellphone continues to ring]

[Luc] Grace, before | met you,

no one had ever looked at my art.

Had ever looked at me as if | mattered.

| love you, baby, and | will do
whatever it takes

to make you trust me again.

I've been working on a surprise for you.

But you can only get it if you come
to the show tomorrow.

-[Bruno] Comfortable, eh?
-D.S. Bruno?

-[Bruno] Yeah.
-We're with Internal Affairs.

Mind if we have a chat?

-Sure, want to take me in a box?
-No need.

We're simply doing a department audit
of the Donovan Trimbly case.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

-There a problem?
-Hopefully not.

Just need you to take a look
at your evidence reports.

Make sure you've crossed
all the "T"s, dotted the "I"s.

So nothing comes back
to bite the department.

Can you review it by day's end?

Yeah, sure.

[phone buzzing]

[trance music playing]

["Think Of You" playing]

& When I think of you &

& My heart I

Jttells &

& Me fto just keep it
On the down low &

& And never ever let you know I

J I think of you &

& I'm afraid &

& That you will turn
And walk away J

You're Roz, right?

Yeah.

You're the last person
| expected to see tonight.

If anyone asks, you didn't see me.

I'm not supposed to be
in London anymore.

-What did you do?
-A load of nothing.

Put it this way, I'm no closer
to finding out who killed Molly.

Police have gotsjack-all on this,

and you think you're going
to solve it yourself. How?

If Molly's friends were
anything like Molly,

they don't go telling everything
they know to the police.

Like | bet that you know
who she was shagging, don't you?

No.
Molly was away from home

for the first time in her life,
she wasn't exactly going steady.

What about the night she died?

She was here.
Was anybody bothering her?

Not that | saw, but | was working.

It was Molly's.

You got to know something.
You're her roommate.

Look, | wish | could help.
| don't have a clue who did this.

Whoever killed her deserves
to rot in hell.

[eerie music playing]

[sighs]

I'm sorry, Molly.

[syringe piercing skin]

[EDM playing]

You keep dancing like that,

people are gonna think
this music is good.

-Is that an Irish brogue | hear?
-Belfast.

-I'm from Hillsborough.
-1 wish I'd spent more time

-getting to know my neighbors.
-[Haley laughs]

Did you ever go skinny dipping
at that hole in Ballyskeagh?

| still have a scar
from the bloody barbed wire fence.

[woman] There you are!

Ah.

-Slainte.
-Slainte.

[both grunting]

| like your necklace.

| knew a girl
who had one just like it.

Oh, did you now?

And did you, um,

-get along well with her?
-Well enough.

She was my sister.

Your sister had... this necklace?

Yes, she did.

Ah.

What's it mean?

-We got to go.
-Okay.

-Um, | have to-- | have to go, sorry.
-Wait, just... can't it wait?

-l just want to talk.
-l can't.

-Tell me about the necklace.
-I'm sorry.

-[indistinct chatter]
-[crescendo rising in music]

Good morning, | was hoping
| could have a word with you.

| don't remember seeing
your name on my calendar.

| just want to say | know
the pressure you're under

with such a high profile case.

I'm sure you just want
to get this right.

That's why it'd be a shame if...

with everyone's eyes on you,
you got this all wrong

because of your bias
against my sister.

Bias.

What could | possibly have against
your sister?

-l don't even know her.
-No, you don't.

But you think you do,

because of what happened
at Ashington Prep.

You were a scholarship student
at that fancy boarding school.

You must have been desperate to fit in.

Is that why you didn't stop
those rich girls

from dragging poor Jenna Dale
into the woods

-and beating her to death?
-1 want you to leave this office.

-Right now.
-l understand, Gwendolyn,

you were young, and you tried to make

it right by telling the police
what you saw,

but those girls’ parents used
their influence

to make the whole thing go away,
and now you think

my sister and | are doing the same thing.

-Aren't you?
-I'm not Stan.

I'm not going to threaten
you with malicious prosecution

or some smear campaign in the press,

but if you continue to pursue Grace
to the exclusion of all other suspects,

I'll do whatever | have to do
to protect my sister, and | won't stop

-until she's safe and sound.
-Not a day goes by

when | don't think about Jenna.

That | don't wish I'd done
something to stop those girls.

It's why | became a prosecutor,
and | will never let

another injustice
go unpunished on my watch.

Never.

You know what?
Maybe you're right.

Maybe | have let my past cloud
my judgment when it comes to your sister,

but you have to admit
that there are some objective facts

that look really bad for Grace.

Maybe she has
some great explanations

that will clear everything up,
but | haven't heard them

because she's been hiding
behind Stan Gutterie.

If this was your case,
would you, honestly,

clear her without speaking
to her first?

Would you let her leave the country?

[tense music playing]

Probably not.

So how about this?

You let me speak to Grace,
and if | hear what | need to hear,

you can take her home.

-What are you doing here?
-l wasn't done with our conversation.

How did you even find me?

[... | tracked you with my phone.

You planted that on me last night.

| didn't have time
to think of a better idea.

-l can't talk to you.
-Says who?

That bouncer? Roz?

| just want to know about the necklace,
and then I'll get out of your hair.

You got spooked
when you heard my sister had it.

Why?

Some things are better left
unanswered, okay?

| need to know. Whatever it is.

My sister is dead.

| wasn't there to protect
her from the bastard who butchered her,

and | have to live with that.

All | want now are some answers.

So | can get Molly some justice.
So | can get her some peace.

Please.

[clears throat]

The necklace is from a place
where we work.

A special club...

where anyone
with enough money can...

have whatever they want.

No.

No, you're lying.

-[eerie music playing]
-[inhales sharply]

You're lying. She wasn't...

She'd never...

She was a good girl.

It doesn't make her a bad person.

Okay,
it's just something she did.

And it's a lovely place,
and we make really good money,

-and they take really good care of us.
-Stop it.

She was nothing like you.

[ominous music playing]

-I'm not doing it.
-Would you just listen to me?

-You've never been a murder suspect.
-Settle down, ladies.

You have no idea what it's like
to be on the other side of that table.

Twisting everything you're saying.
Trying to trip you up.

I'm not going back in there.

You're right.

| have no idea
what that must feel like.

But you have to know
| wouldn't ask you to do this

if | didn't think it would set
you free once and for all.

Allow us to finally go home.

You never want me to talk to anyone
about anything, ever.

Tell her this is stupid.

Normally | would tell
you to keep your mouth shut.

You're on her side?

| don't like to live in the dark,
you know?

My guess is Gwendolyn is cooking
something up.

| like to look at the menu
before | get the bill.

But don't worry,
unlike your last round in the ring,

I'm gonna be
in your corner this time.

Oh, working half-day now?

| had a late night.

Ran down our second painter,
he's not our perp.

He was away with his family in Brighton
the night Molly Ryan was Killed.

Well, our mystery stalker might be moot,
anyway.

Check out what came back
when you was having a lie-in.

-Whoa.
-Yeah.

Grace Atwood's coming in
this afternoon to speak to Gwendolyn.

Gwendolyn? What?

This is our investigation.

This... we should have
the first crack at her.

Oh, believe me, | reminded
her that we haven't handed

this case off
to the crown prosecutor, yet.

But Gwen said she was
the one who sweet-talked

the sister into bringing her in.

And we already had our crack
at Grace, and we got nowhere.

Well, you know what,
maybe if we'd had this bombshell,

it would have been a different story.

| didn't care
about Professor Linley anymore.

By that time, | was
already dating Luc, anyway.

[Gwendolyn] Luc, that's right.

Seems like
you're pretty smitten with him.

Are there any questions here,

or are you just hungry
for a little girl talk?

Just an observation.

-l love Luc, if that's what you mean.
-Okay, then.

| don't mean to be callous, but we have
a video of Luc and Molly,

-from the night that she was killed.
-The lap dance.

Yeah, | know about it.
It was nothing.

It was just Molly being silly
and Luc playing along.

So, you and Molly never fought about Luc?

-Nope.
-Not that night?

-Not ever.
-She's painting her into a corner.

Did you and Molly fight
about anything that night?

No, | swear. We never fought.

Then why did Molly have your blood
and skin cells under her fingernails?

There are a million reasons
why Grace's DNA could've been

under Molly's nails.

There aren't a million reasons
why Grace's blood...

was under Molly's nails.

There's only one reason
that | can see,

Molly fought back when you came
after her with that knife.

When you were killing her.

[Gutterie] We're done.
You've had your fun.

Come on. Get up. Let's go.

Come on Grace.

-No, I...
-Shut up. Not another word. Let's go.

Grace, Stan's right.

You want to tell your side of the story,
clear your name?

I'm listening, Grace. Talk to me.

[intense music playing]

Grace, come on.

-We're going. Come on.
-No.

You both made me come here,
just let me talk.

| didn't do anything wrong.

It's not what you think.

Then by all means, illuminate me.

[Grace] Earlier that night...

the night Molly died...

Molly pierced my belly button.

You're quick on your feet,
aren't you?

I'm not lying.

| have proof.

[scoffs]

Did you see her?

Flashing her belly button
like it was spring break.

That girl thinks she's entitled
to get away with murder!

| think she had
a pretty solid explanation, Gwen.

A little too solid.

You know, she... she must've known
why we were bringing her in.

Went out, got a piercing
to cover her tracks, but how?

How did she know?

[whispering] How did she know?

You.

You tipped off the sister,
didn't you?

We've all had a long day,

so I'm gonna pretend
you didn't just question my integrity.

| saw you with her, yesterday at lunch.

You two looked pretty cozy.

Okay, that is called working a source.
All right?

And this whole thing,
this is total bull...

Then look me in the eye
and tell me that your handling

of this case has been
completely above board.

| want to... | want to catch
Molly Ryan's killer,

just as much as you do.

| don't know what's going on
with you, Alex,

but | cannot let it affect this case.
I'm sorry.

You're off the investigation.

Whoa, you can't do that.
This is... this is my case.

No, this is my case.

The detectives who work it serve
under the discretion

of the crown prosecution,
and | no longer require your services.

[door slam]

['Fantasy" playing]

J [ could be
Your fantasy &

J [ could be
Your fantasy &

& Underneath the palm trees &

& You can leave your worries J

J Listen to the waves

& Say you wanna get so high &

I You breathe me in like air &

JTAnd .. T

I'm gonna go get a drink.

& Underneath the palm trees &

& You can leave your worries J

J Listen to the waves... &

| was afraid you wouldn't make it.

Where's my surprise?

Is that the only reason you came?

Maybe.

Oh, then | guess
you better come with me.

[pop music playing]

You ready?

-Go on.
-You sure?

Yeah.

[ambient music playing]

| love it.

| owe all of this to you.

I'm sorry | wasn't here
at the start of the show.

| was stuck at the police station.

Why? What do they want now?

They found my blood
under Molly's fingernails.

| know. | freaked too.

Thank God | remembered Molly gave
me that piercing earlier that night.

That was that evening?

| showed it to you for the first time
on the roof, remember?

Oh, yeah.

["You Could Be My Baby" playing]

J If you know the sound &

& Then play the record backwards now I

Whiskey straight.

You here to ambush my sister, too?

I Then listen 'til the needle lifts &

I'm just here for the free drink,
and Luc's bold use of blue.

Sorry, | can't really do
chitchat right now.

Just want to get drunk.

Forget that | let Gwen play
me like a rookie today.

And you, really thought | was better
at reading people,

you're a tricky one, aren't you?

Going on about what a hypocrite
your dad was,

while you're planning to sucker punch
my little sister.

You came to that bar,
to pump me for information,

but I'm the tricky one.

You know, I'd like to think
that I'm still a solid enough cop

that | wouldn't have blabbed
about the DNA evidence,

but the fact is | didn't even know
at that point.

And know we will never know
whether | would've been able

to resist your charms
because | am now,

officially off the Molly Ryan
murder investigation. Cheers.

You're off the case? What happened?

Gwen.

-She kicked me off.
-What? Why?

She's convinced that | am no longer...

-impartial in the case.
-And why is that?

She thinks | got feelings for you.

-Why would she think that?
-Maybe...

maybe because | do.

Do you want to get out of here?

[man] It's lovely, thank you.

['"Kingdom Fall" playing]

I Say it like you mean it... J

-Congrats, Luc.
-Hey.

There you go, lovely.

Well, the turn-out's mostly to do
with Molly.

-1 know that.
-Well, you're talented, Luc.

Everyone can see it.

-[chuckles] Well, thanks.
-Luc.

I Say it like you mean it... J

[Grace] Really?

After what you said, you just walk up

to my boyfriend's art show
like it's nothing?

Luc and | were friends long
before you came to town.

You said it was my fault
Molly was dead.

And | thought you were saying
it was my fault,

and | couldn't go there.

So | harshed you.

But you're right. I'm sorry.

& Nothing here is shining &

& Shining like it should &

| miss her so much.

Me too.

I I'd rather waich
My kingdom fall J

&I want it all
Ornotatall... I

Hey, Luc.

Luc.

Can you hook me up with some blow?

& I want it all
Or not at all &

Huh?

I Tell me that you mean it... I

Here, take this.

| don't want it.

-How much?
-No, it's okay.

At least... take a few quid.

I Tell me that you mean it I

I I'd rather waich
My kingdom fall J

[siren wailing]

What the hell?

-[Luc] It's okay.
-[Cop] You're under arrest.

I I'd rather waich
My kingdom fall J

I I want it all or not at all I

J Painful reckoning
Reckoning &

J Painful reckoning
Reckoning &

J Painful reckoning
Reckoning &

J Painful reckoning
Reckoning &

J Painful reckoning
Reckoning &

J Painful reckoning
Reckoning &

J Painful reckoning
Reckoning &

I I'd rather waich
My kingdom fall J

& I want it all
Or not at all &

I I'd rather waich
My kingdom fall J

& I want it all
Or not at all &