Luther: The Fallen Sun

Hello?

Callum.

I want you to meet me in 15 minutes.

What? Tonight? Now?

- At this location. -

Uh, no, I... I don't think I can make that in time.

Fine.

I mean, I'm happy to text your girlfriend the screenshots if you like ,

or, uh, or your mum.

No, don't.

Please don't tell my mum.

Well, then, be here in 15 minutes,

or everyone in your contact list will get the screenshots.

Shit.

Not now. No.

- Emergency. What service do you require? - Yeah, uh, hello?

- Fire, police or ambulance? - Uh, ambulance, please. Um...

Uh, maybe police. There's been a crash.

Uh...

No, there's someone in the road.

A man. Uh, maybe someone in the car.

I think they're, um...

Okay.

Yeah.

Yeah. I... I can check.

Uh, the man in the road is, um...

No. No, I don't think he is.

Okay. Just stay on the line.

Just don't leave me alone.

- Shit. -

No, the passenger... looks really bad.

No, it looks like they've...

Shit.

- Morning. - There you go.

Cerys Jones, city banker, high achiever,

disappeared seven years ago.

Suspected suicide.

So where's she been?

Well, from what we can tell, on ice.

What, for seven years?

Well, we won't know for how long until we can run proper tests.

And the car?

Reported stolen. South London, ten days ago.

What about the lad that called it in? What's his name? Um...

Aldrich?

Callum.

What was he doing here?

Yeah, well, that's the question.

He left work to drive here

for no reason that we've been able to establish.

Saw the site, called 999,

and then evaporated.

This isn't a case of wrong place at the wrong time, is it?

Someone wanted him here.

Sorry. We can't let you through.

I have to. I've been waiting too long.

Who's that?

It's the mother. Corinne.

Corinne, hi. I'm DCI Luther.

I'm in charge of finding your son.

Where is he?

Well, we don't know. Not yet.

This scene is...

It's... it's unusual.

My son is out there somewhere right now. So you need to find him.

- I'll do the very best I can. - It's not good enough.

I need you to promise me.

I need you to promise me you'll find Callum.

Okay.

I promise.

I'll bring your boy home. Okay?

Now, try not to worry too much.

No, no, no relax.

This isn't about you and your predilections.

There's this chap, Detective Chief Inspector Luther.

And he's in charge of finding this poor young lad Callum,

and I can't allow that to happen, I'm afraid.

Now, listen, listen.

From what I hear, DCI Luther's a bit of a bad apple.

Trouble is, he's a very analog bad apple.

Doesn't have what you might call an online presence,

which is why I'm calling you.

I want everything on him.

Every furtive little secret,

every intimate disgrace.

I want his corruption.

I want evidence of any misstep.

Any wrongdoing.

Any line he's crossed.

I want... his shame.

Extraordinary scenes today outside London's Old Bailey,

where following the release to the media of an apparently incriminating dossier,

DCI John Luther,

a storied police officer, is appearing in a multitude

of serious criminal charges.

And yet he now stands charged with a shocking catalog of crimes

including breaking and entering, suspect intimidation,

tampering with evidence, bribery.

A litany of alleged vigilante activity that critics say attest to a man

who felt entitled to take justice into his own hands ...

Detective Chief Inspector John Luther was in charge of the hunt

for missing London teenager Callum Aldrich

at the time of his arrest.

Since when, London police have been heavily criticized

for the lack of progress in this case.

DCI Luther had recently apprehended husband and wife serial killers

Jeremy and Vivian Lake ,

whilst leading the hunt for the missing teenager Callum Aldrich.

...for the metropolitan police commented that the search for Callum Aldrich

remains their highest priority.

Good luck with that, now, mate.

...we expect to see Luther being driven out

through the gates of the Old Bailey

to begin a lengthy sentence at Hawksmoor maximum security prison.

- Here he comes! Here he comes! -

- - Hey, Luther! Luther!

As a former police officer, what life will be like for him there

is anybody's guess.

Okay, then. I think we are about ready to go.

Stand up if you hate police!

Stand up if you hate police!

- Stand up if you hate police! -

Stand up if you hate police!

Hurry up.

...if you hate police!

Stand up if you hate police! Stand up if you hate police!

- Stand up if you hate police! -

Come on, let's go.

Out of the way. Come on. Move! Move!

Come on.

- Fuck you, copper. - Move. Get out of the way!

Back up!

- - Come on.

- Watch your back, copper. - Fuck off.

- - Come on. Let's get moving.

- -

Hello.

Mum?

Who is this?

- Mum, can you come and get me? - Who is this?

Mum, it's me.

Callum? Is it really you? Callum?

Callum?

Hey, it's Callum. Sorry I missed your call.

Uh, leave me a message at the sound of the beep.

Hello?

Callum?

Callum, it's me. It's Mum.

Hey, it's Callum. Sorry I missed your call.

Callum.

Hey, it's Callum...

DCI Raine. Yep. Okay.

Back up, please. Back up.

Our reporter, John Cunningham, is at the scene.

Details are sketchy at this stage.

The scene is tightly cordoned off, but there are unconfirmed reports

that a number of bodies have been found in the house.

We're awaiting confirmation that one of the bodies

is that of the missing teenager Callum Aldrich.