All language subtitles for Luther - 03x03 - Episode 3

You can come with me, if you want to.
But if you take me down,

I'm going to take you down
twice as hard and twice as fast.

You've got to make a full statement,
on the record, today.

I need a deal.
That can't happen, Justin.

I won't lose my job for anyone.
Not him, not you.

So I'll call you.

And that makes you think coming
here's a good idea?

No. But this does.

DCI Luther has never,
to my knowledge, broken any laws,

either in pursuit of his duty
or otherwise.

I've been honoured to work with him.

I don't want to play games,
you know. I'm too old for that.

I'm not a game player.

Good. Cos neither am I.

Take care, right, see you later.

All right, sweetheart,
see you later.

Bye, guys.

I was going to say, do you
want a lift?

Er, yeah, yeah,
that would be lovely. Yeah.

Yeah, cool.
Well, I'm just parked round here.

OK, cool.

So...

So...

You took your time.

I was just picking my moment.

For three years?

Well, you know. This thing.

Me and you. It's not just...

Just ignore them, just ignore them.

It's going to be all right.
Here, mate, what is going on?

Get off me! Just leave her alone!

Leave him alone!

Get off me!

Hey, boy, hey, boy,
what you doing with this?

Ah, nah, nah, nah, stay here,
stay here, stay here.

Hey, pass me this.

How can I help you?

What is it, bruv?

You going to do me something, yeah?

What, are you deaf?

Hey, deal with him, man!

Run! Run!

Stop!

Put your hoods down. HOODS DOWN!

Oh, Callum.

Oh, please.

Please just wake up, Callum. Please.

How old were you
when you got together?

21, 22?

You've erm,
still got love in your voice.

Well, you don't
stop loving someone, do you?

Is that a problem?

It's um, it's the opposite
of a problem.

She was very beautiful.

She was. Yeah.

Duty calls.

Justin! Come in.

Sorry?

Come in.

Why?

What do you mean, why?

Well, you never ask me in. Not ever.

Mmm.

Mary...

Oh, sorry!

This is my mate Justin.

Hey there.
Hey.

Justin, this is Mary.

All right, Mary?

He's my mate, and I love him.

Right. Work! You going to be
all right?

Fine.
Yeah?

Fine, yeah.
Make yourself at home.

Will do. Totally.

Well, come on then, Justin.

Nice to meet you Mary, briefly.

All right, boss.

Victims are Steven Meredith
and Shaun Butler.

This is Meredith. Murdered a young
solicitor six years ago.

It's in the file.

Eyewitnesses?

Dozens. White male,
25 to 40.

Lightish, darkish hair, short,
possibly longish.

Non-descript clothes.

May ride a motorcycle.

Possibly a scooter. Or a car.

Who's the other one?

Over here.

Shooter walks up during the affray,
puts the sawn-off to Butler's chest.

Doesn't hesitate?

Apparently not.

It's not an easy thing, that,

to put a sawn-off to someone's chest
and pull the trigger.

Even if you hate 'em.

Let alone make this mess.

So who's Caitlin?

Well, we turned up no Caitlin
in Meredith and Butler's ambit.

No family, or known associates.

There's no Caitlin connection
to the solicitor.

That rules out a revenge attack

and this is way too heavy
for a gang beef.

So what's up with the website?

It goes live in two hours.
Well, can't we just pull it down

or trace it to the source
or whatever you do with websites?

Apparently not. It's being hosted
from Uzbekistan. Or Kazakhstan.

One of the Stans, anyway.

The upshot is, is that there's
no way we can pull it down in time.

Apparently there's hundreds of these
leaflets already in the wild.

People have been tweeting
the address since about 5am.

So the chances of containing this,

essentially,
are three eighths of sod all.

Hello, Mary.

Maxine, I'm DCI John Luther,
you all right?

This man, the killer,
he spoke to you?

He did, yeah.

What did he say?

He, erm...

..he told me not to be afraid.

Do you remember anything about his
voice? Maybe he had an accent?

Um...

Er...

It was nice.

In what way?

Kind. He, um,
he had a very kind voice.

He had a kind voice.

And then?

He...

He sat and he held Callum's hand
until the ambulance arrived.

Can you describe him?

Sorry?

Describe him.

The killer of these men.

Why?

Maxine, they're dead.

Now, I know he seemed kind,

but that doesn't give him
the right...

To give him the right
to save Callum's life?

Stop me from being gang-raped?

The way I see it, two people
were going to die last night.

Thanks to this man - and no thanks
to the police, by the way -

it wasn't me and it wasn't Callum.

And now you're asking me
to help you send him to prison?

I would rather go to prison myself.

So, how did you and John meet?

I'm sorry, I'm just not
very comfortable
having this conversation.

How much do you actually
know about John Luther?

Um, I'm not actually sure
what that means.

Look, why don't, why don't
we just give him a ring and...

Put it this way - try, if you like.

Does he ever talk about her?

Well, he doesn't not talk about her.

OK. Um, I've actually got to go.

Sit down.

I'm late for work.

Did John ever mention how she died?

Um, I'm not actually sure
that's any of your business.

She left him.

Shacked up with another man.

And not long after she was killed.

Did he mention that?

I'm sorry. I'm not sure what's
supposed to be going on here.

I'm completely lost.

That's why we're here.

To help you understand
how lost you really are.

You all right?

Yeah. Got it down to about
14 possibles. It's just weird.

Seeing all these terrible things
happening to women
with the same name.

Caitlin raped. Caitlin stabbed.
Caitlin drowned.

It just seems... I don't know.

Justin, I think
it's time you moved on, mate.

I mean, you should be doing my job.

Having little Ripleys of your own.

I've been meaning to tell you
that for a while.

You need to get to Hamlyn Woods.

All right, Guv.

Couple of dog walkers found him,
apparently.

Do we know who he is?
Yeah, Liam Glass.

Why's that name sound familiar?

For a few months, he was
the tabloid's favourite bogeyman.

Because? He lived in the spare room
of the flat where Lucinda King died.

Ah, the little girl.

Yeah, four years old. Mr Glass
was her stepfather's cousin.

Crack cocaine addict,
arsonist, career burglar.

Sat by and took no action

while her mother and stepfather
starved and beat her to death.

Yeah, what'd he get, five years?

Four, with time served.

Four for four.

Well, our boy's killing
predators, isn't he?

People the justice system spat out.

He's on a mission.

We better find him, find him fast.

It's going live now, boss.

By now, many of you will be
wondering who Caitlin is.

She was my wife.

This is Caitlin.

Four years ago, she was raped
and murdered

by a man called Milan Knizac.

Mr Knizac had been classified
as "medium risk"

by probation staff when he was
released from prison,

less than half-way through
a nine-year sentence

for robbery with violence.

Caitlin wasn't just taken from me,

she was taken from her friends,

she was taken from her mother
and father.

She was taken from the children...

she will never have.

The criminal justice system
was created to protect us

from people who would do us harm.

But time and again,
it fails in that purpose.

For all the Caitlins,

and for all their families,

it's time for that failure to end.

OK.

I think we've got a big problem.

'..for all their families,
it's time for that failure to end.'

Come on.

Tom Marwood. Architect.
Pretty good one, apparently.

Caitlin dies, he's depressed,
spends a bit of time in hospital.

Then, all of a sudden - boom!
He's energized.

Joins a gun club. Takes lessons in
Krav Maga. Urban survival courses.

It's like he's in training
for the zombie apocalypse. Wow.

So before this all kicked off,
who was he talking to?

Who was his confidante?

Er... Alan Ramsey, Caitlin's brother.

This one? Yeah.

Ramsey. All right, find him.
I've got to talk to him.

Guv, Marwood's been planning this
for a long time -

he's well-prepared,
he's off the grid.

We're not going to find him
where he's at, but where he's going
to be next.

And how are we going to do that?

Well, he's making
a play for public sympathy,

meaning he'll keep targeting
offenders that people hate the most.
The worst of the worst.

So...? So, let's say we find the ten
most debased scumbags in London,

put a surveillance team on them.

See if we can't get to Marwood
before he gets to them.

Yeah, well, how do we narrow down
the possibles?

I mean, depravity is hardly in short
supply in this city.

We collate nature of offence against
the volume of press coverage.

It can definitely be done, boss.

All right, let's do it.

'Hey...'

Can we meet?

'Yeah... Are you all right?'

Yep. I'd just... really need to talk.

'OK.'

Seriously, are you all right? Some
people came round, after you'd gone.

What people?

'A man and a woman. Police.'

I can't, I can't talk about this
on the phone. I can't.

I need to see you.

Mary, all right. Listen, just
tell me where you are right now.

At work. 'At work?'

All right. Good, I'll just come now.

No! No, don't do that.

Mary?

Hey.

Shall we get a cup of coffee
or something?

Yeah, in a minute.

Um... You all right? Yeah, um...

How did your wife die?

Zoe.

Er, it's a long...

..it's a long story.

She was er...

..taken by a friend of mine.
Someone I knew.

And if I'd asked that question
this morning...

before that Glaswegian dick
had done his dirty business,

would you have given me
the same answer? Of course. Why?

Because it's the truth.

Hey, listen, whatever they said,
they were lying.

They had a file on you.

What did you do? Nothing.
I did nothing.

Whatever they told you,
they were lying. I... I think
you should stay away from me.

Mary, come on... Please.

Mary!

They were lying.

Justin, what?

We're down to 263 potentials.

'Well, we better move faster
than that, eh?'

Yeah, we'll get there.
Where will you be?

Oh, I'll be checking out
the brother-in-law.

OK.

Hello.

'George.' John Luther!

How the devil are you?

'I'm fair to middling.
Have you got two minutes for me?'

I'll put the kettle on.

What?

What are you scared of, Erin?

I'm scared of what this is
turning into.

So? So here's the thing.

You come for me, I'm fine with that.

I'll match you bite for bite

and in the end, we'll see
who's still standing, right?

But you need to keep away from Mary.

She's off limits.

But what's the point
of knowing your weak spot

if I don't get a chance to...

poke it a bit?

See, here's the thing, John -
this isn't some pre-match symposium.

There are no rules of play.

George, if you sow these seeds...
And what?

I reap the whirlwind? Is that right?

You know your problem?

You've spent your life thinking
you're the whirlwind.

Well, you're not.

Because I'm the whirlwind, John.

I'm the whirlwind.

We'll see.

'A big police search is
under way in London trying to find

'vigilante suspect Tom Marwood
after he posted an online video
on the Internet this morning...'

'..Marwood made a public
announcement blaming the criminal
justice system for failing...'

Who is it?

It's Lee, from downstairs.

Um... courier dropped something off
for you. I signed for it.

What is it?

It's... I dunno, a book or something.

Please.

Hello?

'Alan Ramsey?'

'Speaking.' This is DCI John Luther.

This'll be about Tom, I take it.

'Yes, it is. Got a couple of minutes
to spare for me?'

Sure.

I'll see you then.

Alan Ramsey?

Alan?

DCI John Luther.

Don't move!

All right.

Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!

Well, do me a favour and throw me
your phone and wallet, please.

One out of five murders
are committed by men on bail.

You know that?
Every copper knows that.

So why does nobody do
anything about it?

Because it's complicated.

No, it's not.

No, it's not.

You got me there.

Listen.

Detective Chief Inspector
John Luther.

All I want is what you want -
to have these people locked up,

so they can't do any more harm
to anyone else.

Now, look me in the eye and tell me
you disagree with that.

Not with the motive, maybe.

But I seriously dispute the means.

So you've never been tempted?

To administer a bit
of personal justice?

I don't have the right to do that.

Nobody does.

Two days.

Give me two days, that's all I need.

For what?

To make things better.

You know I can't do that, Tom.

Yes you can...

if you chose to.

Tom.

You know they're going to kill you.

This is how all these things end.

I died the day I came home

and found my wife's corpse
stuffed into the airing cupboard.

Don't make me your enemy, John.

We're on the same side.

I'm sorry you think that.

Tom, listen to me.

Tom!

Um... DCI Luther?

He's not here, ma'am.

Oh, OK.

Then, um... I wonder if you could
spare me a minute, DS Ripley?

Thank you.

So what is this,
like a Derren Brown thing?

Mind reader. Mentalist. Reads minds.

Oh, right. No, you don't
want to read my mind right now.

Full of scorpions.

It's all right. He's long gone.

I didn't know he'd be here.
I swear to God.

I didn't call him or anything.

He cloned your SIM.

He's a clever boy,
your brother-in-law.

I'm beginning to like him.
You all right?

Yeah, yeah, I think so.

Justin, I think I may have taken a
wrong turn, somewhere along the way.

Surely not.

Well, that wasn't exactly
the disarmingly gallant reaction
I was hoping for...

in my heart of hearts.

What were you hoping for?
In your heart of hearts?

DS Ripley.

Boss?

Yeah, on my way.

Got to go.

And fight the good fight?

Listen. We'll... We'll put it right,
but... I really do need to go.

Sure.

Do you want to talk about this
properly? That's why I'm here.

No, I mean, properly.
As actual human beings.

A drink or something?

Oh.

OK.

Right, well... I'll give you a bell.

OK.

This got my numbers on it?

All six of them, yeah.

Who needs more than six numbers?
Marwood?

Had it on his toes. Long gone.

So I had a visitor. Erin Grey.

Oh, yeah? She have problems
parking her broomstick?

Well, she wasn't a happy flower.

This about Stark?

I think so.

I get the impression... He's not
playing with a straight bat?

Yeah. I get that impression too.

Why? What's happened?

Nothing.

Listen, I've got to go,
cover for me!

'You have one saved
message.'

'Wow, you were right about your
phone. So anyway, it's me, hi.

'It's Mary, Mary Day
from last night.

'So yeah, anyway, cool.

'Speak soon.'

I know, I know you said to leave you
alone, don't talk to you.

And I will, I just...

I just wanted to say one thing,
and then I'm gone. Say it.

I'm really sorry
that you saw what you saw.

I can only imagine
how it made you feel.

It made me want to throw up,
that's how it made me feel.

It made me want to... vomit.

I didn't do those things.

So why did they say that you did?
Was it for a laugh?

Look, I'm not going to say I haven't
done stupid things, I have.

I've done stupid things,
really stupid.

But I was trying to help people.
And I, and, you know, it just got...

Kind of like when your car
goes into a skid

and they tell you, you know,
turn into the skid,

and then, you find yourself
coasting.

Trying to hang on and hoping

that somehow you'll straighten out
before you...

..get to the edge.

None of what they said was true.
None of it.

So you need to tell me what is.

I don't know if that's a good idea.

Right, well, how am I supposed to
trust you, if you don't trust me?

I need to know, John.

OK.

All of it?

All of it.

Every last drop.

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

Yeah.

Boss? 'Good news,'

the proactive strategy seems
to be working, in principle.

In principle? What?

A sex offender, Dennis Cochrane,

was abducted from his flat
a little more than two hours ago.

'He's on the list, but we were too
late.' Oh, I had him. I had him!

Right in my hands
and I just let him go.

He had a gun to your head.

So I think it's more a case of him
letting you go. 'Right, I know.'

Just have Benny send me the, um...

address.

All right.

I'm having a horrible day.

It's OK.

But um...

..I, I'm going to be back
late tonight.

Bit later than usual, I mean.

I will be back.

You know where everything is.

Yeah, I think so.

I'll be there.

Right.

You all right?

Cochrane's a paedophile.

Did 15 years for false imprisonment
and rape.

Bit of a tabloid nightmare.

Went on to self-publish poems
and essays

about "inter-generational love."

Sees himself as a champion
of freedom,

ungoverned by religion or law.

Yeah, I've heard that one before.

Lack of conscience
dressed up as philosophy.

It's not right, is it?

What's not? Well, Marwood walks up
to Butler and Meredith, bam!

Doesn't do the same with Cochrane?
Why's that?

We find any keys?

Not that I'm aware of, no. Why?

Well, it's what you do, you know.

You walk in. Big bag of books
in one hand, pop them down.

Put your keys on the table,
fish out your wallet and your phone.

Yeah. OK.

So who took his keys and why?

'My name is Dennis Cochrane.'

Boss!

'I'm a paedophile.

'I spent 15 years in prison

'for the heinous violation
of young children.

'I've shown no contrition,

'because I don't believe sex between
adults and children to be wrong.

'Statistics suggest that,
having been released,

'I'll go on to commit
many further offences

'against many other children.

'But still, the criminal justice
system set me free.

'So what should be done with me?'

No!

Do you understand social networking?

No.

Good. Then, I'm not alone.

But apparently people are climbing
over each other to incite Dennis
Cochrane's execution.

Bread and circuses.

Nothing new under the sun.

If Tom Marwood gets his wish and
people vote to hang the paedophile,

and they will,

for who would suffer
a paedophile to live?

Then, there's no telling
where this is going to end.

Riots, copycat murders,
lynchings, pogroms.

Gangs of vigilantes kicking to death
people whose faces don't fit.

Where's your head at?

Well, we're not going to find
Tom Marwood before midnight.

But if you're right,

if he executes Cochrane, this all
gets very ugly very quickly.

But we know he's monitoring
the media. And you're right.

There's nothing more potent
than private pain made public.

Please.

Help.

Upstairs has signed off,

having made it perfectly clear
that if this goes lopsided,

it's you and me who will swing
from the gibbet.

It won't go lopsided.

Benny, if this goes lopsided,

then I need you to find every bit
of intel on Cochrane -

haunts, associates... Anything that
makes your nose twitch, all right?

Wilco, Blue Leader.

Cheers, Ben.

Cheers, Justin. Look after yourself.

Excuse me, mate, Kiera Mills?

Just over there.

Kiera?

Kiera Mills?

Do you know what that man did to me?

Dennis Cochrane.

I say "man".

Do you know what he did?

Yes.

I was a little girl. I was 11!

And he... Kiera, I should explain
to you

that I have no sympathy
for Dennis Cochrane.

All right, not one bit.

But I don't get to choose
who should live and who should die.

Even if I hate them myself.

This is the hardest thing I've ever
had to ask someone to do.

What do you want?

I want you to plead
for Dennis Cochrane's life.

Benny Boy?

So I've been trawling a list of
Cochrane's known associates.

Nothing solid,
but about a month back,

a Parole Officer got a tip-off
that a nonce, Gordon Murray,

was in breach of his parole,

associating with known
sex-offenders.

Cochrane's not been named, but him
and Murray were known to be BFFs.

Right, and where do we find Murray?

'..most videos
went viral,

'with the viewing figures reaching
the hundreds of thousands...'

All right, Gordon. We're the filth.

Which is funny, really,
considering who we're talking to.

Shall we try that again?

I'll have a lemonade, please.

Help.

What do you want?

'..people to remain
calm and not to respond to the
suspected vigilante's appeal.

'They say Marwood could be
unpredictable and dangerous.'

Everyone wants him dead.
Your mate, Dennis Cochran.

King Nonce.

He's got less than an hour.

I think you know where he is.
How could I?

I think Marwood's been
following you.

I think he's taken Dennis back
to your... club-house

where you and your dirty little
mates have your social gatherings.

So where is it? Back of someone's
pub? Dirty little shop somewhere?

Come on? No, you've got it wrong,
mate.

I'm not your mate.
I'm far from your mate.

The sight of you makes me
want to wash my skin with Domestos.

The terms of my parole forbid me
from using the Internet

or mixing with other sex offenders.

'We can take you live to
a police news conference.'

Boss.

Can you turn that up, please, love?

'Thank you very much,
ladies and gentleman.

'I know you are all aware
of how urgent this situation is.'

So, Kiera will now make
a short statement.

My name is Kiera Mills.

You don't know me, because
I was never named in the press.

But 18 years ago,

'when I was a little girl,

'Dennis Cochrane stole me
from the back of my mum's car.

'She'd just popped to the shops
to get some milk.'

Dennis Cochrane kidnapped me
and raped me.

He ruined my life.

'This morning,
a man kidnapped Dennis Cochrane

'and threatened to kill him for all
the terrible things he has done,'

not just to me, but to other
little boys and girls.

Help!

So I have come here today

to send a message

to the man who has Dennis Cochrane
in his keeping.

And that message...

..that message is kill him!

Right. You tell me where he is
or when they come for you,

I'll let you just hang.

Don't look at me, mate. Come on!
All right!

There's a lockup. A lock up?
Where is it?

We use it for meetings, socialising.

You disgust me! Come on.

If I tell you, you might find
some... materials.

Shut up, shut up, shut up!
Where is it? None of it's mine!

I want that in writing. None of it's
mine! Where is it? Tell me now!

Horsemonger Lane!
The railway arches!

You just... all you do
is cross the estate.

Benny! Cochrane's got a lockup -
railway arches, Horsemonger Lane.

Scramble ARV now!

No. No.

Please.

Oh, God, oh, oh!

Oh! No!

Please. No.

Please! No!

Oh, God! Oh, God!

Shh.

CO19 are en route. ETA, 13 minutes.

Local units should be there in nine.

Wait, boss, he's tweeting
the address!

We're on our way. We'll be there
in two, three minutes.

Watch out!

Move, move, move!

Quiet now!

Come on, do it! Do it!

Come on!

Stop right now!

Thomas Marwood! Enough!

Move!

Ah, come on!

Get back! Get back! Go! Get Marwood!

Get him!

He's still alive, cut him down!

Tom Marwood! Stop!

OK, enough.

We're done, Tom, all right?

What's your name? DS Ripley.

Justin. What I need you to do,
Justin,

I need you to back away.

I can't do it.

Of course you can.

No, I can't. Sorry.

You've already done enough tonight.

I saw how you waded into that mob.
That was brave.

Nobody could ask any more of you.
So just...

..back off.

Let me go.

Say I did that...

..yeah, and all this carries on.

Someone innocent gets hurt.

How am I supposed to live with that?
It won't happen.

It'll happen.

You've made your point, Tom.
People are talking.

You're all over the Internet.
All over TV.

You've done what you needed to do.

I don't want to do this.

I'm a copper.

We're on the same side.

I don't think you're going
to shoot me.

Now, please...

just back off.

I'd love to.

Please!

No.

Justin! Justin!

Ripley! Hey. Hey! Hey!

Hey!

No. Don't you... Don't you...

Hey. Get up!

Justin!

No! Get up!

No, mate, get up. Get up!

'..Several people,
including some police officers,

'have been hurt after a crowd
in East London turned violent.

'The police had intervened
in what vigilante Tom Marwood...'

'It's John. Leave a message.'

I asked you nicely.

Now, look. Now, look what happens!

This is YOUR fault.

This is on YOUR head.

I warned you not to make me
your enemy!

I warned you!

'..The public execution
of sex offender Dennis Cochran...'

'Marwood's whereabouts
are currently unknown.

'Police say he is armed
and extremely dangerous...'

'They say anyone who believes
they've seen Marwood should...'