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- DCI John Luther. DS Justin Ripley.
- I lobbied to be stationed with you.

I put in the request nine months ago.

I chased it up three times
a week, in writing.

My mate Justin. I love him.

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

Don't you... don't you. Hey!

Get up!

John, I don't know what to say.

Wotcha. I wanted something.

- What?
- You.

I assumed you'd need it eventually.

So, now what?

So, now what?

Your phone's off. You're wanted.

That's why my phone's off.

Fair enough.

Nice view.

Yeah.

Do you never do this?

Do you never come up
to a really high place

and wonder what it
would be like to fall?

Why would I do that? I've
got enough to worry about.

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.

Do you?

Nah.

What do you think would happen?

Dunno.

Nah. Me, neither.

Oh!

Hello, love.

One of us left the bathroom
window open this morning

and a bloody pigeon got in.

It scared the crap out
of me, flapping about.

Who are you?

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Guv.

How goes it?

Fair to middling.

John Luther, this is DS Lane.

Emma.

Wotcha.

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.

Ah. 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 e-mails, 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.

They pick her up?

No. No, the trail went cold in Madrid.
And then this happened.

In Antwerp, three days ago.

Blimey.

Hm.

The dead man at the wheel.

Akram el-Mejjati. Small-time hoodlum
from the 18th Arrondissement.

Paris.

The other bloke?

Who can say?

What was she doing?

We were hoping you might
shine a light on that.

No.

I can't be of any help.

Oh. 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.

An autopsy confirms it. Dental records.

They can be faked.

- Prints, too.
- I'm sorry, John. It's her.

Just give me a sec.

How?

Um, she drowned.

Alice?

Toxicology's clean. No signs of trauma.

Water on the lungs.

The theory seems to be that she was
concussed after the car crash.

Possibly confused.

They're saying she fell?

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.

Boss?

How so?

Hm-mm.

Understood. Ok.

Ok. Ok.

So now what? You going to arrest me?

Why? You done something wrong?

You know I haven't.

Then why arrest you?

We'll have to leave the tea,
though, I'm afraid. Duty calls.

Vivid misdeeds in Hackney Wick.

Give me a second.

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.

Hm? Is there someone I can call?

No. No, no, I'll, um, be fine.

Give 'em all my love.

Hey.

Are you ok? Really?

Yeah.

Everything's tickety boo.
Totally disco.

Thank you, guv.

You've been with Luther?

We have, yes.

And did he know? About Alice Morgan?

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's Chloe Morley.

Looks like her husband's the
killer, Alastair Morley.

Dentist.

Picture's in the file.

SOCO's left?

Yep.

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
Alastair Morley's workplace,

driving Alastair Morley's car,
texting on Alastair Morley's phone.

He's killing Alastair Morley's
wife and eating her heart.

But whoever this is, it's
not Alastair Morley.

Alastair Morley.

Guv.

It belongs to a Julian Lewis.

Is he our man on the CCTV?

Definitely not.

DS Silver.

Wotcha.

Wotcha, boss.

Benny, what's going on with
this Alice Morgan thing?

Hang on a minute.

I'll give you the bones of it.

Morning, sir.

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, well, 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'd have
logged it for chain of evidence.

Yeah, cos he's squeaky clean, isn't he?
Eh, Benny?

No cleaner man.

No cleaner man, not since
the chap in the manger.

So he wouldn't take a phone, would he?

Look, why would he?

He had a warrant, didn't he?

Then if he didn't, who did?

Boss, what's going on?

Nothing, Benny, nothing.
I'll let you crack on.

Julian Lewis! Police! Open up!

- Armed police! Armed police!

- Search!
- Searching!

- Bathroom clear!
- Clear!

Medic says he ate the tongue.

Boss, what do we do with
something like this?

We keep going.

Trace it back to a point of origin.

First cause. And there
we will find our man.

Belongs to a Bruno Dresller.

How are you?

Well, to be honest, boss,
I don't know how I am.

- She was...
- Yeah, she was.

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 going to do?

- How's your thing?
- Not great.

Playing catch-up with some bedlamite.

Following his spoor back to source.

No, you don't want to be doing that.

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.

Got to go, boss. Sorry.

All right, mate? Looking
a bit militant, there.

It's the police.

Well, can I see a badge, then?

No.

Errol, is he having a laugh?

Are you having a laugh?

Let's have a talk in my
office, then, shall we?

Yeah.

Recognise her?

Nope. I wouldn't mind, though.
Chung, innit?

Chung?

That's very funny, cos I think one
of your boys just killed her.

Callum Greene. He's one of
your Mash men, ain't he?

I wonder how many of those boys
out there know that you've been

a snitch since before Cool
Britannia was all the thing?

I mean, we know what they'd think
about that, though, 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 Greene
doing with her in Antwerp?

All I know is that he
was contracted out.

Oh, yeah, by who?

Come on!

- Don't matter.
- Hey, hey, hey!

George Cornelius.

Come on, man. The old school
geezer from Islington?

That's him, yeah.

You are a snitch.

Good afternoon. I'd like to speak
to George Cornelius, please.

Yeah, I'm sorry. He's not in.

Yes, he is.

Hurry up!

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 fucking Sting.

You lot do not come round
here, not for any reason.

This is my house. You all know that.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry about that, but I'm
here now, so we might as well crack on.

No, straight up now, what's going on?
Who's your governor?

I've got this, Dad.

Look.

You're coming along with me.
There we go...

Down the steps, let's go.

Are you really a copper?

Sort of.

And this is your gaff, is it?

Sort of.

You 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.

All right. 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.

She say why?

Her and some geezer are
running away to...

São Paulo.

So that'll be you, then. The geezer.

Yeah, that'll be me.

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.

But 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.

What about Callum Greene?

Callum, he stumbles out 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 did
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 Dresller. 35. Owns
and runs Body By Dresller,

a small chain of gymnasiums. A
clean record, more or less.

His name was connected to a trial in
America of a man called Donald Guthrey.

Dresller and Guthrey exchanged
e-mails on a fetish website

devoted to, and I quote...

"cannibal erotica".

He and Guthrey exchanged intensely
detailed fantasies about how

they wanted to kidnap, rape, cook
and eat young women and teenagers.

- I'm on my way.
- Roger.

We've got a body in the bath.
Dissolved in lye, apparently.

Very old school.

Could be Dresller. Hard to tell.

The head and hands are missing.

Ok. With you in five.

- Yeah?
- John, Theo.

Can you talk?

Sorry to impose. I need
a disinterested ear.

Yeah. Course. Go on.

You ever had your nose pressed
up too close to something?

Er, yeah, once too often.

I can't see it, John.

Or I can't see past it, or something.
I'm, er, like one of those drawings...

you're looking at a
profile of an old hag.

You know there's a portrait of a
young girl in there somewhere.

You just have to refocus 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?

Well, 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, that 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 second.

Theo?

Theo?!

..are 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 source of the...

Argh!

You stay there.

They've taken Theo away.

They'll look after him now.

The, er, EMT has 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.

Where do I sit?

Budge up.

Alice Morgan.

There's not a lot to see, boss.

I still need to see it.

Guv.

Boss.

You got a minute?

I'm sorry you lost him like that.

I loved him.

I don't mean, er, loved him loved him.

- I mean that...
- I know what you mean.

I just want to say...

..whatever it takes...

..you know?

I'm in.

Anything?

Anything.

You've 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.

You 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.

Lab reports confirmed that
it's Dresller in the bath.

And we got into Dresller's laptop.

He spent a lot of time online
over the last couple of months,

boss, exchanging fantasies about
cooking and eating human flesh.

I mean, 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?

Yep. So if we can find all that,
our boy can find it, too.

He leads us to Dresller, right?

The fridge, the laptop,
all that time spent

running around in circles, all
so he's got the time to...

To what?

To finish off what he's started.

I dunno.

Let's see who's been poking around
Dresller's private life, shall we?

That was last year, so we
thought, yeah, I know,

we thought you could all
come to ours this year...

I know, why not, right?

- Hello?
- Hello?

Is this Alastair'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.

"Mum. Mum."

He was so scared of dying.

Why would you do this?!

What you got?

Well, you were right. We found
spyware deep in Dresller's laptop.

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.

It used to be that we could never
know the truth about each other.

- Not really.
- 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?

Well, we can't, to be fair,
er, 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 Dresller,

a man with that kind of fantasy
life, those kind of secrets.

How many people are you going
to let near your computer?

How many people do any of
us let near our computer?

So if he was watching
Dresller that closely,

what are the chances he
was watching all of them?

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 wifi network.

Whatever...

And all their computers
were fixed by one man.

A Steven Rose.

- That's him.
- Have we got an address?

What are we waiting for?

Bomb squad.

All right, you've got your
perimeter, the area's cleared,

we need to get in there, guv.

He's not going to 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 are in there!

The answer is "no".

If 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.

DCI Luther...

Exigent circumstances, sir!

DCI Luther!

Benny!

Benny!

Benny! Ben, come on!

Come in.

Benny, can you, er, stop this?
Whatever? Turn it off?

- Whatever.
- I'll give it a go.

- Are you ok? Boss?
- Yeah, it's all right.

Steven!

You've gotta stop!

- Is it US law?'
- 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.

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.

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