WOMAN: DCI John Luther, DS Justin Ripley.
I've lobbied to be stationed with you.
I put in a request nine months ago.
Chased it up three times a week in writing.
My mate, Justin. I love him.
I don't think you're gonna shoot me.
(GUN FIRES)
Don't you... Don't you...
Hey! Get up!
John, I don't know what to say.
(GROANS)
-(SPRAY HISSING) -(SCREAMING)
Wotcher.
-I wanted something. -What?
You.
I assumed you'd need it eventually.
So.
Now what?
(DISTANT DRILLING)
JOHN: So, now what?
Your phone's off. You're wanted.
JOHN: That's why my phone's off.
Fair enough.
(SIREN WAILING)
Nice view.
Yeah.
Do you never do this?
Never come up to a really high place and wonder what it'd be like to fall.
Why would I do that? Got enough to worry about.
(JOHN CHUCKLES)
Why do you do it? Come up here?
You ever have that dream when you're falling?
Yeah.
Do you ever wake up in it?
No.
JUSTIN: You?
(SEAGULLS SCREECHING)
JOHN: Nah.
JUSTIN: What do you think would happen?
Don't know.
No. Me neither.
(SIGHS)
(PHONE VIBRATING)
(BEEPING)
(RADIO PLAYING)
(PHONE VIBRATING)
(BEEPING)
(RATTLING)
(RATTLING CONTINUES)
(BEEPING)
(RATTLING CONTINUES)
Oh!
(PANTING)
(FLAPPING STOPS)
(RADIO PLAYING)
Hello, love.
One of us left the bathroom window open this morning.
And a bloody pigeon got in.
Scared the crap out of me.
Flapping about.
Who are you?
(SCREAMS)
¶ Love is like a sin, my love
¶ For the ones that feel it the most
¶ Look at her with her eyes like a flame
¶ She will love you like a fly
¶ Will never love you again ¶
(BELL TOLLING IN THE DISTANCE)
Guv.
How goes it?
Fair to middling.
John Luther, this is, uh, DS Lane.
-Emma. -Wotcher.
Guv.
-Fancy a cuppa? -Always.
Crikey. Pretty close to the edge.
Closer and closer every day.
That's why the place comes cheap.
How are you filling your days?
Days seem to fill themselves, really.
So...
So, Alice Morgan...
Yeah. They gave you that, did they?
Yeah. What can you do?
What can you do?
Has she been in contact at all?
Alice?
-Since when? -Well, since you last saw her.
On Southwark Bridge. Was it?
No.
No emails? No phone calls?
No.
She didn't say where she was going?
-Nope. -And you didn't ask?
Has something happened?
-Interpol caught her scent in Berlin. -OK.
(JOHN SIGHS)
-Did they pick her up? -No.
No, trail went cold in Madrid.
And then this happened, in Antwerp,
three days ago.
-Blimey. -Mm.
The dead man at the wheel here, Akram El Majadi,
small time hoodlum from the 18th Arrondissement, Paris.
The other bloke?
Who can say?
What was she doing?
Well, we were hoping you might shine a light on that.
No.
I can't be of any help.
Hmm. OK.
I don't suppose we thought you could... Not really.
So, what are we all doing here?
Well, I'm afraid she's dead, John.
No she's not.
They found her in the Schelde.
I mean, yeah, it does look like her, but it's not her.
EMMA: The autopsy confirms it.
-Dental records. -They could be faked.
Prints too.
I'm sorry, John. It's her.
(INHALES)
Just give me a sec.
(JOHN SIGHS)
-How? -Um...
She drowned.
Alice? (LAUGHS)
Toxicology is clean.
No signs of trauma. Water on the lungs.
The theory seems to be that she was concussed
after the car crash, possibly confused.
You're saying she fell.
(SCOFFS)
John, you understand that we need to have a look around the place.
Yeah. I mean, yeah.
OK, DS Lane, if you'd like to keep John company.
Yes.
May I?
-Can I get you that cup of tea? -Yeah.
Yeah? Tea.
OK.
(PHONE VIBRATING)
(BEEPS) Boss.
MARTIN: I need you back in London.
How so?
(MARTIN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
Mmm-hmm.
Understood. OK.
THEO: OK.
So, now what?
You're gonna arrest me?
Why, you done something wrong?
-You know I haven't. -Then, why arrest you?
Have to leave the tea though, I'm afraid. Duty calls.
Vivid misdeeds in Hackney Wick.
Give me a sec.
(EXHALES)
(DOOR SHUTS)
You and Alice Morgan...
I'm aware that, um,
there was a fondness between you.
Yeah, there was.
A fondness. Yeah.
So, maybe you shouldn't be alone right now.
Hmm? Is there someone I can call?
No.
No. No. I'll, um... (SIGHS)
Be fine. And give them all my love.
Hey...
You OK? Really?
Yeah.
Everything's tickety-boo. Totally disco.
(EXHALES)
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
Thank you, Guv.
-You've been with Luther? -We have. Yes.
And did he know? About Alice Morgan.
Well, it's difficult to be certain.
And that's what we'll tell the Lokale Politie Antwerpen, is it?
-"It's difficult to be certain." -He didn't know, boss.
He was, um, crushed.
The victim is Chloe Morley.
Looks like her husband's the killer. Alistair Morley.
Dentist. Picture's in the file.
Hmm.
-SOCO's left? -Yep.
EMMA: And her husband did this?
Apparently so.
God help us.
What did he do with the heart?
He ate it.
Forensics found what was left of it.
-Guv? -One sec.
Emma. Guv.
These CCTV images...
He's letting himself out of Alistair Morley's work place,
driving Alistair Morley's car, texting on Alistair Morley's phone...
He's killing Alistair Morley's wife and eating her heart. But...
(SIGHS) Whoever this is,
it's not Alistair Morley.
Alistair Morley.
Guv.
Belongs to a Julian Lewis.
Is he our man? On the CCTV?
Definitely not.
(PHONE RINGING)
(SIGHS) DS Silver.
JOHN: Wotcher.
Wotcher, boss.
Benny, what's going on with this Alice Morgan thing?
Hang on a minute. I'll give you the bones of it.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Morning, sir.
(DOOR SHUTS)
(SIGHS) OK, so, truth is, we don't know much.
The Belgians are looking after it
and you know what they're like with sharing stuff.
Do they like anyone for it?
Honestly, I don't know.
I don't know if they're even looking for anybody because,
as far as I'm aware they're treating it as an accident.
Yeah, but it wasn't an accident.
Did Theo Bloom take something from my house today?
-Something like what? -Like a phone.
A burner.
Well, if he did he would've logged it for chain of evidence.
Yeah, 'cause he's squeaky clean, isn't he?
Eh? Benny?
No cleaner man. No cleaner man.
Not since that chap in the manger.
So, he wouldn't take a phone, would he?
Look, why would he?
He had a warrant, didn't he?
And if he didn't, who did?
Boss, what's going on?
Nothing, Benny. Nothing. I'll let you crack on.
(SIGHS)
(CAR STARTING)
(KEYS JANGLING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(KNOCKING)
Julian Lewis? Police. Open up.
-Armed police! -Armed police!
-Down! Searching! -Bathroom clear!
Clear!
(TRAIN RUMBLING)
Medic says he ate the tongue.
Boss, what do we do with something like this?
(EXHALES) We keep going.
Trace it back,
to a point of origin.
First cause,
and there we will find our man.
Belongs to a Bruno Dressler.
How are you?
Well, let's be honest, boss. I don't know how I am.
-She was... -Yeah, she was.
(SIGHS) Any idea how it happened?
-Do you? -No.
In that case, let me offer some friendly counsel.
Such as?
Step back and let the Belgians do their job.
Yeah, of course. I mean, what else am I gonna do?
-How is your thing? -Not great.
I'm playing catch-up with some bedlamite.
Following his spoor back to source.
No, you know what I'm doing now.
An animal like that, he's always moving forward.
You should be too.
You know, John, we can't discuss this any further.
Not unless you walk away from this leave-of-absence thing.
Gotta go, boss. Sorry.
(DRUM & BASS MUSIC PLAYING LOUDLY)
-(MUSIC CONTINUES) -(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-(MAN WHISTLES) -(MUSIC STOPS)
All right, mate?
Looking a bit militant there.
It's the police.
(LAUGHING)
(CHUCKLES) Well, can I see a badge then?
No.
Errol...
Is he having a laugh?
You having a laugh?
Let's have a talk in my office, then. Shall we?
Yeah.
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-Recognise her? -Nope.
Wouldn't mind though. Chung, innit?
(SCOFFS) Chung?
That's very funny, 'cause I think one of your boys just killed her.
Callum Green.
He's your new mash man, ain't he?
(SIGHS)
I wonder how many of those boys out there
know that you've been a snitch
since before Cool Britannia was all a thing.
I mean, we know what they'd think about that, don't we?
They'd end your days on earth, Errol.
-Let's have a word. -Hey, hey, hey...
This woman... I don't know who she was.
So what's Callum Green doing with her in Antwerp?
All I know is that it was contracted out.
Oh, yeah? By who?
Come on, man...
-Doesn't matter. -Hey, hey, hey...
George Cornelius.
(LAUGHS) Come on, man.
The old-school geezer from Islington?
That's him, yeah.
You are a snitch.
What're you...
(DRUM & BASS MUSIC PLAYS)
(KNOCKING)
Good afternoon. I'd like to speak to George Cornelius, please.
No, I'm sorry, he's not in.
Yes, he is.
Hurry up.
GEORGE: You rang, My Lord?
George Cornelius?
You know I am.
Come with me, please.
Sorry, mate, who are you again?
Police.
Which police?
"The" police.
I don't care if you're fuckin' Sting,
you lot do not come round here. Not for any reason.
This is my house.
You all know that.
Well, sorry about that but I'm here now
-so we might as well crack on. -No. Straight up, no.
What's going on? Who's your guv'nor?
I've got this, Dad.
Look...
(GRUNTS)
Come along with me.
There we go.
Down the steps, let's go.
(GEORGE SCREAMS)
(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
(TYRES SCREECH)
(COUGHING)
Are you really a copper?
Sort of.
This is your gaff, is it?
Sort of.
Don't spend a lot of time here though.
Not by the look of it.
No, not really.
Actually, I was thinking of
leaving the country.
Well, I was until you put a crimp on it.
Oh, yeah? How'd I do that?
By killing Alice Morgan.
Or having her killed. Same difference, really.
I did what to who, now?
Don't tell me you don't know who she is, George.
Mate...
I didn't put her down or have her put down.
-Why would I? -I don't know.
But that's what I'm here to find out.
Before I end it for you.
You do know they saw you.
My boy, my daughter-in-law.
They clocked your face, they clocked your car.
How long do you think you've got before my firm
are popping your eyeballs out with their thumbs?
Yeah.
I don't care, George. You don't scare me.
Fair enough.
What it is... She comes to me, your girl...
Different name.
She's got these uncut diamonds,
blue-ribbon merchandise,
worth a lot of money but difficult to shift
unless you've got the right connections, which I've got, she doesn't.
We agree a 70/30 split. She doesn't like it
but she needs the money, sharpish.
-Did she say why? -Her and some
geezer are running away to...
Sao Paulo.
So, that'll be you then. The geezer.
Yeah, that'll be me. (CLEARS THROAT)
Right.
So, I give her the name of a contact in the trade,
bent as a bottle of chips, she's supposed to meet him in Antwerp.
Except, she meets your boys instead and you rob her.
Well, what can I say? It's a lot of money.
And at the end of the day, I'm a thief.
The thing is, she doesn't like being ripped off
and she knows how to put up a fight.
She stabs the driver in the back of the skull
with a hat-pin.
And what about Callum Green?
Callum? (SCOFFS)
He stumbles out of the car, gets himself straight to hospital.
Turns out, she's kicked him in the nuts so hard
they've blown up like footballs.
He's in no condition to hurt anybody.
And the burner? Why'd you steal the burner?
-What burner? -George.
The phone I used to call Alice Morgan.
Mate, until today, I had no idea you existed.
You didn't do it, did you?
I really didn't.
Bruno Dressler, 35. Owns and runs Body By Dressler,
a small chain of gymnasiums. A clean record, more or less.
MARTIN: His name was connected to a trial in America
of a man called Donald Guthrie.
Dressler and Guthrie exchanged emails on a fetish website
devoted to, and I quote,
"Cannibal erotica."
He and Guthrie exchanged intensely detailed fantasies
about how they wanted to kidnap, rape,
cook and eat young women
and teenagers.
I'm on my way.
Roger.
(THEO SNIFFS)
Got a body in the bath. Dissolved in lye, apparently.
MARTIN: (ON PHONE) Very old-school.
THEO: Could be Dressler. Hard to tell.
The head and hands are missing.
OK. With you in five.
(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)
(EXHALES)
-Yeah. -John.
It's Theo.
Can you talk? Sorry to impose. I, uh,
need a disinterested ear.
Yeah, of course. Go on.
You ever had your nose pressed up too close to something?
JOHN: Uh, yeah. Once too often.
Can't see it, John.
I can't see past it or something. I'm, uh...
Like one of those drawings.
I'm looking at the profile of an old hag.
You know there's a portrait of a young girl in there somewhere,
you just have to re-focus somehow.
OK.
What are we looking at?
You find a body dissolved in lye.
The head and hands are missing. What's the first assumption?
Your boy's working hard to prevent you making an ID.
But that's not what this boy does.
Not what he needs.
So, why does he need it now? Why remove the head and hands?
Because they're important to him?
Yeah, but in what way?
Seems to me there's one of two options.
Option one, they're important to him personally, so...
He wants to keep 'em.
Option two...
For some practical reason,
they're important so he wants to make sure they're never,
ever found.
I'm thinking it's option one.
He's keeping them.
Hang on.
Theo?
Just give me a sec.
Theo?
(GROANS)
(GASPS)
(STATIC)
REPORTER: A police officer, reported dead
following a large explosion
in a Central London block of flats.
Police and emergency service personnel
attending the site have yet to comment on the...
(GROWLS)
You stay there.
(SIGHS)
(SIRENS WAILING)
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON POLICE RADIO)
(SNIFFS)
MARTIN: They've taken Theo away.
They'll look after him now.
The, er, EMTs checked me out.
I'm fine.
Of course you're not fine.
Once they've signed me off...
I can come back.
I'm fine.
-I'm fine. -(CAR HORN HONKS)
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
Where do I sit?
Budge up.
(SIGHS)
Alice Morgan.
There's not a lot to see, boss.
I still need to see it.
EMMA: Guv...
Boss.
You got a minute?
(DRILLING)
I'm sorry you lost him like that.
I loved him.
Er, I don't mean, er,
"loved him," loved him...
I know what you mean.
I just wanna say...
Whatever it takes...
You know...
I'm in.
Anything?
Anything.
Hmm.
You got a family?
-Yeah. -Your girlfriend's expecting a baby?
Six weeks.
You love her?
More than anything.
That's good.
There are some things that you might have heard about me
that quite possibly, could be true.
I know what you're going through right now.
I sincerely do.
But there's something I need you to hear from me.
Never cut corners. Never.
Not even if you know no one else will know,
no one else will find out.
That it is exactly the right thing to do because it never, ever is.
Ever.
We do this the right way.
All right? Straight down the line.
You do it that way,
or I get you kicked off for being unfit for duty.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV MONITORS)
EMMA: Lab reports confirm that it's Dressler in the bath.
BENNY: And we got into Dressler's laptop.
He spent a lot of time online
over the last couple of months, boss.
Exchanging fantasies about cooking
and eating human flesh.
And detailed fantasies at that.
There's a lot in there about brides,
wedding dresses, pregnant mothers.
And all of that's in there, is it?
-Yup. -JOHN: So, if we can find all that,
our boy can find it too.
He leads us to Dressler, right?
The fridge, the laptop.
All that time spent running around in circles.
Also, he's got the time to...
To what?
To finish up what he started.
I don't know.
Let's see who's been poking around Dressler's private life, shall we?
MAN: (ON TV) Last year
then we thought... Yeah, I know.
We thought you were gonna come to us this year.
(PHONE RINGING)
I know. Why not, right?
-WOMAN: Hello? -Hello.
Is this Alistair's mum?
Who is this?
I was with him when he died.
Who are you?
He was asking for you
at the end
when he couldn't fight any more.
(WOMAN ON PHONE GASPS)
"Mum."
He was so scared of dying.
Why would you do this?
(GRUNTS) Ahh!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
What you got?
Well, you were right.
We found spyware deep in Dressler's laptop.
MARTIN: How closely was he being watched?
Close enough to know everything there is to know.
It's not just passwords and bank account log-ins.
Whoever's been watching him knows every sentence he's composed,
every website he's visited.
He knows his thoughts.
Used to be that we could never know the truth about each other.
Not really.
JOHN: Those days are gone.
More's the pity.
And how confident can we be that the killer
and the fellow who loaded the spyware is the same guy?
BENNY: Well, we can't, to be fair.
Um, we can't be certain. It could be anyone
who had access to that laptop.
You say "anyone" but I mean...
Well, how many people can that be, realistically?
I mean, someone like Dressler, a man with that kind of fantasy life,
those kind of secrets.
How many people are you gonna let near your computer?
How many people do any of us let near our computer?
So, if he was watching Dressler that closely,
what are the chances, he was watching all of them?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV MONITORS)
In order to plant the spyware,
our subject had to have direct physical access to everyone's computer,
so, we pulled credit card records from all the victims,
and cross-referenced.
Now, over the past two, three years,
each of them made at least one payment to a company called
Geek Patrol.
They come round your house,
fix your computer, set up your Wi-Fi network,
whatever.
And all their computers were fixed by one man.
A Steven Rose.
That's him.
MARTIN: Have we got an address?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV MONITORS)
(SIRENS WAILING)
JOHN: What are we waiting for?
Bomb squad.
(BEEP)
All right, you've got your perimeter. The area's cleared.
We need to get in there, Guv.
He's not gonna booby-trap his own place, come on.
-And you're sure of that, are you? -Yeah,
I am.
Easy for you to say, John.
You weren't here when I had to watch them
scrape Theo Bloom off the wall.
Guv, Steven Rose could be on his way to his next victim.
And we won't know who that is unless we're in there.
The answer is no!
You want to discuss it further, we can do it back at the factory.
I think I hear someone in there.
In fact I can! I can hear someone screaming for help!
MARTIN: DCI Luther...
Exigent circumstances, sir!
DCI Luther!
(HUSH LITTLE BABY PLAYING ON MONITOR)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV MONITORS)
(STATIC)
Benny!
Ben, come on!
Come in.
Benny, can you, uh, stop this.
Whatever, turn it off, whatever.
BENNY: I'll give it a go.
(SONG CONTINUES DISTORTED)
(SIGHS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GRUNTS)
You OK?
-Boss? -Yeah.
It's all right.
(GRUNTS)
(AIR HISSING)
(CLANG)
(CLATTERING)
Steven.
You've gotta stop.
(PANTING)
MAN: (ON PHONE) It's US law?
WOMAN: No, this one's according to English law.
When can I see it?
I'm sending it over right now.
Why don't we talk tomorrow morning? 9:30 your time?
-OK. -(BEEP)
(CLATTERING)
(JANGLING)
(CHATTER ON POLICE RADIO)
(SIRENS WAILING)
OFFICER: Sorry, Guv, she's asked for you by name.
Can I help?
Are you DCI Luther?
Yeah.
I have a message for you.
A message from who?
Alice Morgan.
(DRUM & BASS MUSIC PLAYING)