All language subtitles for Luther 5x03 - Episode 3 (English)

You robbed me, George.

All right, what do you want?
I'm a thief. I've robbed you.

Oh, when you kidnapped his
son and tried to do him over.

James was our one contingency.

- And now it's thrown away.
- I'm sorry.

We have to be absolutely sure

you're not developing any
problems with impulse control.

Because what's the rule?

- Play safe.
- No, he's a heart specialist.

- Whose head was he looking at?
- That woman is a debt you owe me, John.

- I want her.
- I'll bring her to you.

There's always option
two: we kill him and run.

Er, George sent me. I am, er,

welcome home present.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

(MOBILE RINGING AND BUZZING)

Shit.

Ooh, John, it's getting late.

I need to get my kip.

I do hope you're not playing for time.

(BENNY GROANS)

(GROANS)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

- (COUGHING)
- (TEXT SENT NOTIFICATION PLAYS)

(TEXT RECEIVED NOTIFICATION PLAYS)

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

(INHALES SHARPLY)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(FOOTBALL ANNOUNCER
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON TV)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Oh, I, er...

I'd leave Alastair to sleep for a while.

The poor thing's quite
exhausted. (CHUCKLES)

Yeah, I'll bet he is.

Cheeky.

Good night, chaps.

(SIGHS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

(TYRES SCREECH)

(DOG BARKING)

Alice.

What have you done?

Guess.

- JOHN: Why?
- Why do you think?

We were out from under
it. We were clear.

And now?

Come with me.

I don't think I'm
going to do that, John.

No.

Oh... Come here!

(GROANS)

Oh, God, you... (GROANS)

(SIGHS) So you like it like this?

You just have to say... Oh, ow!

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

ALICE: Oh!

(TYRES SCREECH)

? 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 ?

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(PENNY SCREAMING IN BOOT)

(MUFFLED SCREAMING AND BANGING)

Shush, now.

(GLASS BOTTLES CLINKING)

(PENNY CONTINUES SCREAMING)

(BOOT THUDDING)

(PENNY SCREAMING)

(RAPID THUDDING)

(MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON TV)

JEREMY: Still awake?

Barely.

I'm too tired.

Come on.

Listen. (CLEARS THROAT)

Look,

I know what you went through yesterday.

And I know it was my fault.

Won't happen again.

I worry about you, that's all.

I want you to be safe.

I am. (CLEARS THROAT)

I just get carried away.

(SIGHS)

It's like, er...

Do you remember the
hitchhiker in Australia?

Little Miss Birkenstock.

That was something we did together,

according to the rules, far from home,

on holiday.

We did it spontaneously,

spur of the moment.

- Yeah, but we discussed it.
- Briefly.

But it was still within the
parameters of our agreement, Jeremy.

If that still means anything to you...

Of course, it does.

Because the balance of risk has shifted.

You're being too reckless.

I need you to understand that.

To really understand it.

The risk to me, to
my life, to my career,

my liberty.

I do.

I'm sorry.

I love you.

I love you, too.

(MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON TV)

ALICE: Are we there yet, John?

Are we there yet, John?

Are we there yet? Are we there yet?

Oh, you have to be kidding.

(TYRES SCREECHING)

So I take it I'm being arrested.

Because you do remember how many
crimes we've committed together?

(CLEARS THROAT) Is that a threat?

Absolutely.

Okay.

(MOBILE BEEPS)

(SIGHS)

I'll be watching you.

Just be here when I get back.

Wait, wait, wait.

My wig is making my scalp itch.

Would you please remove it for me?

Please?

Stay there.

(GRUMBLES)

(SIGHS)

(TEXT SENT NOTIFICATION PLAYS)

Looks like your mate's
come through, old sausage.

(MOBILE RINGING AND BUZZING)

CORNELIUS: (ON PHONE) All right,
meet me at Milton Arches in 45.

Once she's in my care, I'll make a call.

Your old pal here is free to go.

(ALICE STRAINING)

(GRUNTS)

Alice, whatever you're
doing in there, stop it.

It itches.

JOHN: (ON PHONE) No, listen.

Stay still and wait.

(SIGHING)

(GRUNTS)

(MUTTERS)

JOHN: Yes, okay.

(GASPING)

(GRUNTS)

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

(JOHN TYPING RAPIDLY)

(STRAINING)

Address is...

(SIGHS)

Freedom.

Shit!

(GRUNTS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SIGHS)

(GRUNTING)

(MUTTERING)

(MUTTERING)

Hold still.

Yeah.

(ENGINE REVVING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(PANTING)

Come on.

(TYRES SCREECHING)

Come on.

(TYRES SCREECHING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

ALICE: Hop in, John.

- So who's Person X?
- What?

- I'm tired, what does that mean?
- (SIGHS)

Well, I was handcuffed in the
back seat with an itchy wig

and nothing to do
except chew things over,

and it occurred to me
that George Cornelius

must know you well enough to be
acquainted with your weaknesses.

- Which are what?
- Other people.

(LAUGHS)

So if I were him, what would I do?

I'd say, "Bring me Alice Morgan,

or I will do something
absolutely dastardly to Person X."

Am I warm?

- Toasty.
- Mmm.

And you actually considered
doing it, didn't you?

- Yeah.
- Giving me to him.

Oh, yeah.

But you couldn't go through with it.

- No.
- Why not?

You know why not.

Then say it.

(SIGHS)

Fine, then. Super.

- (ENGINE REVVING)
- Where are we going now?

JEREMY: Darling?

Darling.

(CLOCK TICKING)

Darling, are you awake?

(LUGGAGE WHEELS RATTLING)

ALICE: I don't know how else to say it.

We have guns.

It's not gonna happen.

You do know they won't be so generous?

They'll kill you as
soon as they look at you.

And you are very nice.

Alice, I don't care who gets hurt.

All right? Knock yourself out,
break legs, but no one dies.

(SCOFFS) I really don't
see why it matters.

- I know you don't, but it still does.
- Fine.

(SIGHS)

ALICE: (CLICKS TONGUE)
Where's the key? Ha!

Come on.

Please.

(EXHALES)

(GRUNTS)

(COUGHING)

- (PUNCH THUDS)
- (BENNY GROANS)

(GROANS)

(COUGHING)

(GROANING)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(LIQUID POURING)

(CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHS)

(GROANING)

(MOBILE BEEPS)

- (LINE RINGING)
- OPERATOR: (ON PHONE) Emergency.

What service do you require?

Oh, good evening.

A concerned citizen
has absolutely insisted

that I let you know about a fire

at the Lock N' Roller
storage on the Wolcott Road.

Cheerio.

Come on, my pretty.

Come here, my pretty.

That's it. One.

Two.

(ALICE WHISTLES)

(CHUCKLES)

(EXHALES)

Move!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHS)

- (GUN COCKS)
- Drop it.

- (GROANING)
- Drop it!

(COUGHING)

Benny comes with me.

(COUGHING)

(MOBILE BUZZING AND RINGING)

(TRAIN APPROACHING OVERHEAD)

What?

Fucking what?

(SPEAKING INAUDIBLY)

(GROANS SOFTLY)

ALICE: What are you doing?

Minding my own business.

- (LINE RINGING)
- Oh, dear God above.

- Halliday?
- (ON SPEAKERPHONE) Morning, boss!

- I've been trying to get a hold of you.
- I bet you have.

- Excuse me?
- Mmm-hmm.

- Do you mind?
- HALLIDAY: Sorry?

No, not you. Sorry, listen,
I've had a bear of a morning.

Erm, I've been thinking,

whose head was Jeremy Lake looking
at on the MRI scan? It feels wrong.

- Great minds! I'm on my way to find out now.
- JOHN: How?

It's not enough for a warrant.

HALLIDAY: Er, no worries,
erm, I don't need one.

Well, don't do anything stupid.

Well, no promises, (LAUGHING)

but I was actually aiming for
the opposite of stupid, so...

JOHN: All right, you let me know.

Oh, will you keep your phone on?

Yeah, no, I'll call
back as soon as I can.

Now, listen, can you
(STAMMERS) cover for me?

HALLIDAY: Okay, bye.

Oh, my God, she's chirpy.
Must be insufferable.

We need to lay low until this is sorted.

Where we can go that's safe?

Nowhere where Cornelius
can be watching us,

which rules out your place or my place.

(SIGHS) And Alice's.

(TYRES SCREECHING)

(TEXT SENT NOTIFICATION PLAYS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

MIRIAM: (ON PHONE) Jeremy Lake's office.

Hello, can I speak with Dr Lake, please?

I'm afraid Mr Lake's
not yet in the office.

I'm sorry, could you just
hold the line for a moment?

Hi. Sorry, sorry.

I think I left my
glasses in here yesterday.

They're roundish and tortoise shell.

Well, Mr Lake would usually give
them to me. He didn't say anything.

Oh, right.

It's just that I'm pretty sure
I had them when I went in there.

Do you think I could just
have a quick squizz around

- and I won't break anything.
- (MIRIAM SIGHS IMPATIENTLY)

Fine. Please try not to.

Thank you.

(SIGHS)

(PHONE RINGING)

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

- Hello, Mr Lake's office.
- WOMAN: (ON PHONE) Dr Lake, please?

It's a matter of urgency.

(DRAWER RATTLES)

Okay.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Would you mind calling back?

- Ah! (SIGHS)
- How'd you get on?

I can't find them.

Such a shame. Thank you.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

MARK: Okay.

So you brought the devil
around for breakfast.

Mark, I need a favour.

CELIA: Who did you say these belong to?

HALLIDAY: It belongs
to a person of interest.

CELIA: Which doesn't quite
answer the question, does it?

HALLIDAY: It doesn't really, does it?

What did you think of the cake?

Well, whoever it belongs to is very ill.

- How ill?
- Look.

I'd need to confirm it,
of course, but this here...

- Uh-huh?
- ... looks to me like a frontal lobe tumour.

Okay.

And what are the symptoms of that?

(WHIMPERS)

Hello, I'm Jeremy.

(GASPS AND BEGINS SCREAMING)

(MUFFLED SCREAMING AND CRYING)

(SOBBING)

What are you going to do to me?

What do you think?

Why?

JEREMY: Because I like it.

(SOBBING)

It's basically all I've ever thought
about since I was about yea big.

Jeremy.

Oh, that's terribly good.

I just dangle my name and you
swim along and snatch it up.

I expect you're trying
to humanise yourself.

You'll be telling me
about your husband next.

Your mum and dad, maybe
the babies you want to have.

(SOBBING) I've got money.
I can get you money.

JEREMY: No, you can't.

I don't need money.

What I need right now
is to head off to work.

And all day, as I'm
slicing into people...

No, don't. Please, don't.

- I'll be thinking about...
- Don't say that. (SOBBING)

I'll be thinking about what
I want you to do for me.

Do you want to know what that is?

- Hmm?
- No.

(SNIFFLES)

I don't know. Don't do
this, please. (SOBBING)

(CLEARS THROAT) There's a phenomenon
known as Stockholm syndrome.

I expect you've heard of
it in a meme or something.

So in the spirit of scientific inquiry,

I'm going to keep you down here
until you fall in love with me.

Er, what?

I know it sounds difficult

to believe at first
blush, but it will happen.

And in the end...

What? No.

When you've learned

not only to love me, but to adore me,

when you've cast aside all
desire ever to leave me,

that's when you get to leave.

(SOBBING)

When you no longer want to.

(CRYING)

Right, off to work.

Oh, and one more thing.

My wife is very jealous.

Very possessive.

If she finds out I've got,
well, a mistress down here,

she'll strangle you
with your own ovaries.

So, quiet as a mouse, eh?

(CRYING)

(PENNY CONTINUES CRYING)

(SAFE LOCK BEEPING)

(SAFE LOCK BEEPING RAPIDLY)

(FOOTSTEPS ASCENDING STAIRCASE)

(MOBILE BUZZING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Errol, it's Benny.

Look, I know you're probably sleeping,

but I need you to lay
low till I get home.

Okay?

(GROANS)

(SIGHS)

Make yourself at home.

ALICE: Oh, you're very nice.

Er, do you have any bacon?

MARK: I've been a
vegetarian since I was 17.

(SIGHS) Of course you have.

(REFRIGERATOR DOOR CLOSES)

So the last I heard you were...

Well, quite, but apparently
only the good die young.

MARK: Well, then, congratulations.

- (ORANGE JUICE POURING)
- You can expect to live forever.

Well, I'm certainly
gonna give it a whirl.

- (CHUCKLES)
- (DOOR SLAMS)

Mark, I'm really sorry
to do this to you.

My wife's at work.

You need to be done by
the time she gets back.

She won't even know we're here.

Just do what you need to do and move on.

Don't drink all the orange juice.

And don't get blood on the sofa.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

Massey, stop by the gate.

You looking for business, darling?

(SIGHS)

You know, the last time we had
a chat like this off the record,

on the QT, I swear you
were wearing flares.

And you were wearing a sheepskin coat

and a pair of Foster Grants.

So what were you doing there, George,

mop-handed at a copper's house?

A police officer? One of your own.

Tell me. What did he do, rob a bank?

Possibly. I don't care.

Oh.

Well, you make me
nostalgic for the dead days,

Martin, time was you'd have
dragged me out of this motor

and beaten my tripes out
with a pickaxe handle.

As you say,

dead days.

Well, you tell that to your lad.

He's bent as a pin.

I met his lady friend.

God above.

Well, I can't answer
those questions, George,

without knowing precisely
the nature of your allegation.

And of the many crimes
I know you've committed

down the years, being a snitch

was never one of them.

Now, I don't know what's going
on between you and Luther,

but you need to stay away
from my officer, George.

Or I'll have you.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(WOMAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY ON TV)

Have you managed to get a hold of Errol?

BENNY: No.

It's going to be okay.

There's no way Cornelius is
sending his boys to your flat.

And to be fair, that's
easy for you to say.

You haven't spent half the
morning spitting your teeth out.

Benny, I'm going to put this right.

Okay, I'm... I'm going to
make it right by you, mate.

How?

This isn't the militant wing

of the National Trust
we're dealing with here.

It's George Cornelius. You
don't go up against him.

You know, I always thought
she'd be the end of you.

I didn't think she'd
be the end of us all.

Yeah, well, Benny...

(INHALES SHARPLY)

It's going to get worse.

A lot worse.

There's something
Cornelius doesn't know yet.

Shift's over, Donnie.
Go home and get some kip.

Cheers, George.

(CORNELIUS CLEARS HIS THROAT)

CORNELIUS: Is Nibs all right up there?

DONNIE: Fine.

I haven't heard a peep since, er...

CORNELIUS: Since what?

DONNIE: The present.

The what?

The welcome-home present you asked for.

No.

George.

George.

She was just...

I didn't know.

She just...

She just walked in.

She just walked in.

(GUN COCKS)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

Oh, Mr Lake.

The police were here again.

Mmm.

(LINE RINGING)

(MOBILE RINGING AND BUZZING)

(GROANS)

- Yes?
- CORNELIUS: (ON PHONE) Mr Palmer,

we spoke once before.

Just convenience, that's all.

What are you doing?

Work.

- (LINE RINGING)
- Can't avoid it, John.

What am I avoiding?

- Yes, Halliday, how'd you get on?
- (ON PHONE) Er, pretty good, I think.

Well, enough to be confident that
James Hauser didn't kill anyone.

Er, boss?

- You there? Erm...
- Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I'm here. Go on.

HALLIDAY: Okay, so I was looking
through the file last night

and I saw something.

Just a small thing, really,

but on the back of it I
got some analysis done.

A CCTV image of the killer
and one of James Hauser.

And they're stood next to what
turned out to be identical lampposts.

It's two men. Similar heights,

but not identical.

Well, yeah, that doesn't mean
Hauser wasn't good for any of it.

I had this thing once,
it was two brothers...

Er, I think this is a
whole different thing.

I was talking to Celia
yesterday at the autopsy,

and she was talking about what
it takes to slice your own throat

without hesitation. Now, yes,

James Hauser was into self-mutilation,
but with pins and needles.

He liked insertion.

But slicing your own
throat with a scalpel,

that's a whole different proposition.

Now, who uses a scalpel?

And who's in a position
to manipulate James,

to put him exactly where
they want him to be?

Now I think he was a patsy,
and I think they've set him up

to look responsible for the
crimes committed by Jeremy Lake.

And the MRI scan.

Now, I think Jeremy was
looking at his own head.

Because whoever it is has a
non-operable tumour on his frontal lobe.

And now, if it is him, it could
be affecting his... His behaviour,

his judgment, disinhibiting him.

DCI Luther?

Yeah.

John, we've got a missing person.

Penny Leyton.

Her partner came home from work
last night and declared her missing.

Yeah, the local police have
accessed some CCTV footage.

I'm sending it through to you now.

I'll meet you as the hospital.

All right. Yeah,
I'm... Yeah, I'm coming.

- (TEXT RECEIVED NOTIFICATION PLAYS)
- (MOBILE BUZZES)

- You have to be joking.
- (SIGHS)

There's a woman missing.

So?

So I knew who took her.

- ALICE: She's not your responsibility...
- She is my responsibility.

- We are.
- I knew, Alice.

I looked this prick in the eyes and I...

What, how? Did he forget to yawn?

- I let him go because I was...
- Of me?

Well, I'm flattered.

But I do hope you remember
that if it weren't for me,

you'd be dead or in prison.

Either way, you wouldn't be
galloping to anyone's rescue.

- I can't let this go. I just can't.
- You have to, John.

- George Cornelius is...
- I can handle George Cornelius.

No, you can't, John.

Not in the way you'd like to.

We're past that.

(GASPS)

Oh. (SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(WHIMPERING)

(SOBBING SOFTLY)

(INAUDIBLE SCREAMING)

(CLOCK TICKING)

(PENNY SCREAMING INDISTINCTLY)

(MOBILE BUZZING AND RINGING)

- DCI Luther.
- George.

I'm sorry it's come to this,
but we are where we are.

Now, you have two options, you
bring it back from the brink, or...

- Or what?
- JOHN: I take you down.

I take you, your family, everything.

Brick by brick.

You'll be the king of
a smoking hill, mate.

- You understand?
- My son is dead, John.

I know.

I know and it shouldn't
have happened, but it did.

Now take a step back.

Don't make me go to war.

You should have lied,
arranged a meeting.

No.

No point lying to him.

He'd have known.

Confirm transfer.

(SNIFFLES)

Here you go.

(SIGHS)

I had to try.

I know.

But you're right.

It's too far gone.

- He won't stop now.
- No.

I have to end it.

Yes.

Now.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Just got to take care of
this other thing first.

- John, you can't...
- Take it, leave it. I don't care, Alice.

Tonight, then.

Tonight.

Do you know how?

I do know how.

- For what it's worth, I am sorry.
- No, you're not.

Give this to Benny and
don't let Mark see it.

I'm not apologising for what's happened,

I'm regretting what's to come.

(MOBILE BUZZING)

- Good morning, sleepyhead.
- VIVIEN: (ON PHONE) I can't believe you did that,

after everything you
said, all your promises.

- Viv, I'm not sure what you mean.
- VIVIEN: I mean the bitch in the basement.

(MOBILE THUDS)

Viv, darling, er, sorry,
but things have taken a turn.

You have to get rid of it.

You have to do whatever you
can as quickly as possible

to get rid of it.
I'll explain when I can.

(TYRES SCREECHING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

SCHENK: DCI Luther, how lovely
of you to put in an appearance.

Sorry, boss, I've had a funny odd day.

Jeremy Lake left before we
arrived, but his car is still here.

I should have nicked him
when I had the chance.

SCHENK: There were no grounds.

- I should have made grounds.
- SCHENK: So, what made him run?

Sir, I was here earlier today.

Erm, yeah, maybe that spooked him.

You were here earlier?

Doing what?

JOHN: Nothing, really.

Erm, I asked DS Halliday to interview

the secretary before

he came into work.

I mean, that couldn't have
spooked him. That was hours ago.

SCHENK: So why did he run?

What does he know and
how does he know it?

See, I don't think

that is the question
that's going to find him.

(WOMAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

SCHENK: Then I'd like to know what is.

It's what she knows. Vivien Lake.

JOHN: I don't think that
Vivien is his accomplice.

I think she cleans up for
him and she hates him for it.

So does that mean Vivien
doesn't know about Penny Leyton?

Let's find out.

(STRAINING)

(DOOR UNLOCKING)

(PENNY BREATHING HEAVILY)

(PENNY SOBBING)

It's okay.

(PENNY GASPING)

(SHUSHING)

(PENNY CRYING)

(VIVIEN SHUSHING)

It's okay.

(WHIMPERING)

It's okay.

(GASPS AND SCREAMS)

(SCREAMING)

(SOBBING)

(PENNY CRYING)

Oh, God.

(SAFE WHIRS AND BEEPS)

(HEART BEATING)

- Cheers.
- You're very welcome.

(LINE RINGING)

ERROL: (ON PHONE) Hello, who's this?

Errol, it's Ben.

I'm just checking in.

- Did you not get my messages?
- ERROL: Yeah.

I got the messages.

Where've you been?

My leg, mate.

Listen,

take whatever you want from the
fridge, don't scratch my records,

but whatever you do,

keep your head down, all right, brother?

No worries. You okay?

BENNY: Yeah.

Tickety-boo.

ERROL: Sweet.

Cheers then, Ben.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

(SIGHS)

So there's the number, okay?

It's a landline.

- Can I go now?
- In a moment.

Right now I need you to relax
for a few seconds, Errol.

Just a few seconds. We're nearly there.

- (PHONE BEEPS)
- (SIGHS)

(LINE RINGING)

I need you to trace a landline for me.

I'm sending the number now.

(TEXT RECEIVED NOTIFICATION PLAYS)

Okay, is that it?

Are we done?

(TEXT SENT NOTIFICATION PLAYS)

_

That's it.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

(SCISSORS SNIPPING)

(TYRES SCREECHING)

(GRUNTS)

(LOUD KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(LOUD KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(LOUD KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(GRUNTS)

HALLIDAY: Vivien?

Vivien?

Nothing.

(BOTH SIGH)

I'll put a trace on her phone.

I'll dig up CCTV within
a quarter-mile radius

and find out what time she left.

With an ANPR.

Boss.

Her car's still here.

(GASPS AND SCREAMING)

- (SCREAMING)
- Shut up!

- Shut up! Shut up!
- No!

(SCREAMING)

Basement.

See if you can find a window,
or an open door or something.

(PENNY SCREAMING)

(GASPING)

PENNY: I'm down here!

I'm down here!

Listen.

I was trying to save you from him.

From Jeremy. Please, don't say anything.

Please.

(VIVIEN SHUSHING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Shh...

(SIGHS)

- I'm in here!
- Shut up!

- Shut up!
- (SCREAMING)

(PENNY SCREAMS)

(GASPING)

(GASPING FOR AIR)

Penny?

(GASPING FOR AIR)

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS)

Penny?

(GASPING FOR AIR)

Penny!

(GASPING)

(GASPS)

Go!

Where is Jeremy?

Where is he? Vivien, where is he?

Where is Jeremy?

HALLIDAY: Boss.

She needs medical attention.

(GROANING)

Come here.

(TYRES SCREECH)

(SIRENS WAILING)

It's okay. It's okay.

Come here. Stop. Stop. Give us a second.

Look. Look, you still
have a way out of this.

Okay, you got a very solid
defence, coercive control.

You... You led your life
in fear of him, okay? So,

(SIGHS) Help me to find him.

I will help you, I promise you that.

I think you're in need of
psychiatric assistance, Officer.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING ON POLICE RADIO)

Get her out of here. Go on.

We've put out an urgent appeal.

His face is all over the
media. We'll find him.

Not without her. Not in time.

- John?
- JOHN: Ambulance.

Jeremy Lake.

He got away in an ambulance.
He must have. He must have.

Call the paramedic cruisers and
see where they dropped him off.

- (MOBILE BUZZING AND RINGING)
- He must have done a ride-along.

(SIGHS)

Boss, I've got to take this. I'm sorry.

Mark, what's up?

MARK: (ON PHONE) John, I
need you to come back here.

Er, mate, I promise, as
soon as I can, I will, okay?

No, right now.

- I've got big problems, Mark.
- Well, I have a big problem here.

JOHN: (ON PHONE) Yeah, what?

John, my girlfriend is on
her way home, I need you

to get your friends out of here.

Er, Mark, listen, I'm
at the office, okay?

Erm, can you...

I can't get out of that now.

Can I... can I come back to you on this?

(MOUTHING INAUDIBLY)

When is that?

JOHN: I don't know, Mark.

Two, three hours?

No, that's no good, John.

Remember what she told you.

If she sees you and Alice around here...

JOHN: Oh, yeah, okay.

Erm,

I'm about to step into
an autopsy, all right?

Can you give me two
hours? Can you do that?

John.

Yeah?

(ON PHONE) Mark tried,
but he oversold the lies.

But at least this way
we know where we stand.

I have a message for
you from Mr Cornelius.

I think I've got the message.

Hmm. I'm going to need you here, John.

Why, so you can kill everyone?

Not everyone.

Just you and Alice.

Assuming you listen and do as I ask.

Er, he's lying, John. Er, oh...

JOHN: Listen to me, all
right? I'll go to Cornelius.

I'll go to Cornelius right now.

I'll hand myself in, all right?

You can do what you want to Alice,

but you leave Benny and Mark
alone. Do you understand me?

PALMER: John, I need you to focus.

You're not in control here. This
isn't a situation you can leverage.

Listen to me, you piece of shit!

If you hurt them, I swear to God

I will rip your fucking heart
out. Do you understand me?

I'm not here to listen.

This isn't a dialogue.

And now your friend is dead.

John.

Mark. Just stop.

Just stop right now.

Leave him be.

None of this is his fault.

Benny, right?

That's right.

You're killing yourself, Benny.

Benny? Benny? Don't you fuck...

Don't you say another word, Benny.

Boss, I need you to
kill this prick for me.

- No, Benny! Don't say another word, Benny.
- White.

- 6'1".
- JOHN: Benny.

- Dark hair.
- JOHN: No.

Brown eyes.

Muscular build...

(GASPS)

Jesus!

Here. Now. No more chat.

You... All right, I'm
coming, I'm coming.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GUN COCKING)

(JOHN GRUNTS)

(SIRENS WAILING)

No!

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