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You robbed me. I'm a thief.
You kidnapped his son.

James was our one contingency.
Now it's thrown away. I'm sorry.

We have to be absolutely sure
you're not developing any problems

with impulse control.
Cos what's the rule?

Play safe. 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.

George sent me. I am, er,
a welcome home present.

Shit!

John, it's getting late.

I need to get my kip.

I do hope you're not
playing for time.

I, erm, I would leave
Alistair to sleep for a while.

The poor thing's quite exhausted.

Yeah, I bet he is.

Cheeky!

Goodnight... chaps.

Alice... what have you done?!

Guess. 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.

Do you like it like this?
You just had to say.

MUSIC Paradise Circus
by Massive Attack.

Still awake?

Barely.

Too tired.

Come on.

Listen...

Look... I know what you
went through yesterday.

And I know it was my fault.

It won't happen again.

I worry about you, that's all.

I want you to be safe.

I, er... I just got carried away.

It was 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.

Are we there yet, John?

Are we there yet, John?

Are we there yet? Are we there yet?

You have to be kidding!

So I take it I'm being arrested.

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

Is that a threat?

Absolutely.

OK.

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!

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

Hi. Meet me at
Milton Arches in 45.

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

Your oppo here is free to go.

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

It itches! No, listen,
stay still and wait!

Yes, OK.

Addresses.

Freedom!

Shit!

Yeah.

Come on.

Come on.

Hop in, John.

So, who's Person X? What?

I'm tired. What does that mean?

Well, I was hand-cuffed 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.

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.

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

Giving me to him.Yeah.

But you couldn't go through with it.

No.Why not?

You know why not. Then say it.

Fine, then. Super!

Where are we going now?

Darling?

Darling?

Darling, are you awake?

I don't know how to say it.

We have guns.

That's not going to 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 to look...
Alice. I don't care who gets hurt,

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

I really don't see why it matters.
I know you don't, but it still does.

Fine!

Ha!

Come on!

Please.

Emergency, what service
do you require?

Good evening.

A concerned citizen has absolutely
insisted that I let you know

about a fire, at The Lock and
Roller Storage on the Wolcott Road.

Cheerio.

Come on, my pretty.

Come here, my pretty.

That's it. One...

two...

Move!

Drop it!

Drop it!

Benny comes with me.

What?

Fucking what?!

What are you doing?
Minding my own business.

Dear God above. Halliday?
Morning, Boss.

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

Excuse me! Do you mind?
Sorry? No, not you.

Sorry, listen,
I've had a bear of a morning.

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. How?

There's not enough for a warrant.

Er, no worries.
Erm, I don't need one.

Well, don't do anything stupid.
Well, no promises, but I was

actually aiming for the
opposite of stupid, so...

All right, you let me know.
Will you keep your phone on?

Yeah, no, I'll call back as soon
as I can. And listen, can you cover

for me? OK. Bye.

My God, she's chirpy.
It must be insufferable.

We need to lay low
until this is sorted.

Where can we go that's safe?

Nowhere where Cornelius
can be watching us,

which rules out your place,
or my place.

And Alice's.

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 tortoiseshell?

Well, Mr Lake would
usually give them to me.

He didn't say anything. 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 squiz around and...

I won't break anything.Fine.
Please try not to. Thank you.

Hello, Mr Lake's office.
Dr Lake, please.

It's a matter of urgency.

OK.

Would you mind calling back?

How'd you get on?

I can't find them.
Such a shame. Thank you.

Good.

I see you've brought
the Devil around for breakfast.

Mark, I need a favour.

Who did you say these belonged to?

It belongs to a person of interest.

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

It doesn't really, does it?

What do you think of the cake?

Well, whoever it belongs
to is very ill.

How ill?

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

looks to me like
a frontal lobe tumour.

OK.

And what are the symptoms of that?

Hello, I'm Jeremy.

Please! Please!

What are you going to do to me?

What do you think?

Why?!

Because I like it.

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

Jeremy...

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.

I've, I've got money.
I can get you money.

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...

Don't! Please, don't!

I'll be thinking about...
Don't say that!

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

Do you want to know what that is?

I don't know.

Don't do this, please!

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 enquiry,

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

What?!

I know it sounds difficult
to believe at first blush,

but it will happen.

And in the end, 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.

When you no longer want to.

Right! Off to work.

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?

Errol? It's Benny.

Look, I know you're
probably sleeping,

but I need you to lay low
until I get home, OK?

Make yourself at home.
You're very nice.

Er, do you have any bacon?

I've been a vegetarian
since I was 17.

Of course you have.

So, the last I heard, you were...

Well, quite,

but apparently only
the good die young.

Congratulations.
You can expect to live forever.

Well, I'm certainly going
to give it a whirl.

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 were 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.

Massey, stop by the gate.

You looking for business, darling?

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,

mob-handed at a copper's house?

A police officer? Living round there? Stone
me. What did he do? Rob a bank? Possibly.

I don't care.

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 pick-axe handle.

As you say, dead days.

Well, you tell that to your lad.

He's as bent as a pin.

I met his ladyfriend. 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.

Did you manage to get hold of Errol?
Nah.

It's going to be OK.

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

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,
OK? I am.

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...

it's going to get worse,

a lot worse.

There's something that
Cornelius doesn't know yet.

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

Cheers, George.

His nibs all right up there? Fine.

Haven't heard a peep since, er...

Since what?

The present.

The what?

The welcome home present,
the escort.

George...

George!

She was just... I didn't know!

She just... she just walked in!

She just walked in!

Mr Lake?

The police were here again.

Yes?

Mr Palmer? We spoke once before.

Is it convenient to talk?

What are you doing?

Work.

You can't avoid it, John.

What am I avoiding? DS Halliday,
how did you get on?

Er, pretty good, I think.

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

Er, boss? You there?
Yeah, yeah, I'm here. Go on.

OK, 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.

I think this is a whole
different thing.

Now, 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
access to some CCTV footage.

I'm sending it through to you now.
I'll meet you at the hospital.

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

You have to be joking.

There's a woman missing. So?

So, I know who took her. She's not your
responsibility, we are! She is my responsibility!

I knew, Alice! I looked this
prick in the eyes and I...

Well, 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...
I can handle George Cornelius!

No, you can't, John.

Not in the way you'd like to.

We're past that.

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?..I take you down.

I take you, your family, everything,

brick by brick.

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

There you go.

I had to try.

I know.

But you're right.

It's too far gone,
he won't stop now.No.

We have to end it.Yes.

Now.

I've 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.

Good morning, sleepyhead.
I can't believe you did that!

After everything you said -
all your promises.

Viv, I'm not sure what you mean.

I mean the bitch in the basement!

Viv, darling. Er, I'm 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, but get rid
of it. I'll explain when I can.

DCI Luther.

How lovely of you
to put in an appearance.

Sorry, Boss.

I've had a funny old day.

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

I should've nicked him when I had the chance.
There were no grounds. I should've made grounds.

So, what made him run?

Sir, I was here earlier today.

Erm, yeah, maybe that spooked him.

You were here earlier? Doing what?

Nothing, really, erm, I asked
DS Halliday to interview the

secretary before he came into work.

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

So, why did he run?

What does he know
and how does he know it?

You see, I don't think that is the
question that's going to find him.

Well, then, I'd like
to know what is.

It's what SHE knows - Vivien Lake.

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.

It's OK.

Shh, shhh, shhh, shhh, shhh.

Shh, shhh, shhh, shhh, shhh.

It's OK.

It's OK.

Cheers. You're very welcome.

Hello? Who's this?

Errol, it's Ben.
I'm just checking in.

Did you not get my messages?
Yeah. I got the messages.

Where you been?

Waylaid, 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 OK?

Yeah. Tickety-boo.Sweet.

Cheers, then, Ben.Cheers.Cheers.

So, there's the number, OK?
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.

I need you to trace
a landline for me.

I'm sending the number now.

OK. Is that it? Are we done?

That's it.

Vivien?

Vivien!

Nothing.

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, alert ANPR.

Boss? Her car's still here.

Shut up! Shut up!

Basement! See if you can find a, a

window or an open door
or something!

I'm down here! I'm down here!
Shh, shh!

Listen! I was trying
to save you from him,

from Jeremy.
Please don't say anything. Please!

Shhhhh.

Shhh.

I'm in here! Shut up!

Penny?

Penny?

Penny!

Go!

Where is Jeremy?!

Where is he? Vivien, where is he?

Where is Jeremy?!

Boss. She needs medical attention.

Come here.

It's OK, it's OK.

Come on, stop. Give us a second.

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

OK? You've got a very solid defence.
Coercive control.

You-you led your life
in fear of him, OK? So...

help me to find him

and we'll help you,
I promise you that.

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

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? Ambulance.

Jeremy Lake.

He got away in an ambulance -
he must have, he must have.

Call the paramedic crews
and see where they dropped him off!

He must have done a ride-along.

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

Mark. What's up?
John, I need you to come back here.

Mate, I-I promise,
as soon as I can, I will, OK.

No, right now.

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

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. OK?

Um, can you...
I can't get out of that now.

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

When is that? I dunno, Mark.

Two, three hours?

No, that's not good, John.

Remember what she told you.

If she sees you and
Alice around here...

Yeah, OK. Um, I'm about to step
into an autopsy, all right?

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

John.

Yeah? Mark tried.
But he over-sold the lies.

But at least this way
we know where we stand.

I have a message for you
from Mr Cornelius.

I think I got the message.

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.

He's lying, 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?

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'll 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".Benny! Dark hair.

No! Brown eyes.

Muscular b...

Jesus!

Here. Now. No more chat.

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

No!