Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mr. Finch.
Luc, if I don't help you, mate,
I've got a little something to show you.
His source at Scotland Yard said
No one will ever know.
Yeah, except Luc isn't even near to cracking.
to take a closer look, and do you know what I found?
Evan! I'm so glad to run into you.
after Grace came back to the roof.
Somebody find him!
I went to the stables, but she wasn't there.
inside of you, do you understand?
'cause I am not in the mood.
It's the middle of the night and this isn't your case.
Normally I'd be more than happy to entertain you,
that might make it more tolerable.
I couldn't risk the coppers tracing it to me.
It's our secret.
as well as half of the judges in the bloody city.
A camera.
Eh, you're twisting my words.
He wouldn't do that to me. There's no way.
- Right, but what if he can't? - Grace...
the Crown Prosecutor is gonna go after you, do you understand me?
this whole time...
I tried to sound smart, but not too intellectual.
Finch will find you first.
Very sure.
And I never agreed to anything.
when Molly was killed.
No problem.
You... and Grace.
Looks like you're getting nowhere.
He shot that man who brought you into the club.
You can't let them take me, Nat.
I'd be honored.
wildness to her that made her...
I'm not sure.
Something that nobody else can take from you.
And if that means you take the fall for Molly's murder,
The cops will be all over him in a heartbeat.
Because Molly was gonna tell Grace,
uh...
You don't have to do that.
He usually keeps them in his jacket pocket.
I have a warrant.
And, um, don't worry...
But... okay, why here? Why tonight?
Come dance with me.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, stay where you are.