Luther

Now what?

I'd just like to run through it one more time, if I may.

Who is this?

That's John.

- John...? - Luther.

And who is John Luther?

My friend.

How did you and John meet?

When I was suspected of killing my parents.

And, after that, you became friends?

We grew close.

And how exactly would you characterise this closeness?

Well, we were...

simpatico.

And I pitied him.

How so?

He always seemed lost to me.

Paddling furiously, just to keep afloat.

I wanted to help him.

And what form did this help take?

Well, John had any number

of vexations, and I helped him in several ways.

Tell me about Ian Reed.

He was a friend

who betrayed John and hurt him very badly.

So I killed him.

Two barrels of his own shotgun.

Boom, boom.

And did John...?

And this is very important, Alice.

Did John ask you to do this?

Good heavens, no.

He was absolutely livid.

We had quite a tiff.

Things were said.

You're not going to penalise John for my misdeeds...

- are you? - No, Miss Morgan.

Is he still a police officer?

Yes, he's one of ours.

I Only Want To Be With You)

How are you sleeping?

Better.

Mostly.

What about you?

Ah, a bit better.

Mostly.

I'm going back to work.

Are you ready?

Attempted burglary, resisting arrest, assaulting a police officer.

What's your name?

- He tried to rob a house in this state? - Not a house, a dojo.

He tried to rob a karate school?

Right, let's get him interviewed.

We thank you for your custom. We know other police stations are available.

The thing they don't tell you about the drugs

is that it makes you smell like a dog's arse.

It's not very Keith Richards, is it? Not very rock'n'roll.

Justin,

I've never seen you in your uniform.

Look like you're on work experience.

Yeah, well, my good uniform got vomited on.

It's all very soul-destroying, isn't it? Actual police work.

- Burglars, junkies. - Well, I'm working off my sins, aren't I?

Your major sin being that you, er, were loyal to me.

That'll be the one.

So, what, you're in here because you picked up a shoplifter?

They set up a new unit.

Serious and Serial.

You not fancy staying in Cold Case? Revealing the identity of Jack The Ripper.

Let's just see if you're going to be as cheeky as that

when you have to pick me up at 8.00 in the morning.

Cos at 8.00 in the morning, I am grizzly.

I was told I'd be in uniform for two years, minimum.

Tried to make you resign, didn't they?

Humiliated you. Bullied you.

You're a bit of an embarrassment.

But you didn't leave.

No... No, you didn't.

See you in the morning.

See you in the morning.

Justin,

DS Ripley. Morning.

Excuse me.

Martin.

- Oris it Guv'nor? - Whichever you prefer.

Sergeant Ripley. My old comrade-in-arms.

- Good to see you back where you belong. - Sir.

I fancy DCI Luther forgot to tell you I'm heading up this unit.

Er, he may have omitted that detail, sir, yes.

Blitz attack, last night.

The victim is Sadie Buckingham.

Schenk.

I'm listening.

She was strangled... and...

Throat slashed. From right to left, very sharp blade.

Do you think he's having a joke?

- What do you think? - What kind of joke?

Well... slaughtered like cattle, right next to a meat market.

Let's have a look at him.

Mr Punch.

- Welcome on board, sir. - Cheers.

Good to see you, sir.

- Morning. - Sir.

- Sir. - Morning, all.

Morning, Guv.

DS Gray.

- Oh, er, DS Ripley. Justin. - Nice to meet you.

Benny, can you play back those phone calls?

The victim first managed to dial 999...

All right.

After which, the killer made this call to the victim's mother.

He is the sunrise. He loves everyone.

He then called several of her contacts,

her sisters, her friends, her colleagues, her vet!

He... is... the sunrise.

He... loves... everyone.

All right. First thing we need to do, Justin, is run background

on the victim's friends, acquaintances. Make sure this isn't

an ex-boyfriend that's gone nuts. Erin...

I'll source the sunrise chant, see if it ties in with a specific belief system.

Good place to start, but this... ...this isn't a cult murder.

Guv?

All of this is for effect. Murder by theatre.

And I bet the same goes for, "T am the sun that shines.”

It's designed to give him

- some sort of prestige. - Yeah, like people are already

talking about him.

That's right, and if he's that desperate to be noticed,

then this was opening night.

There'll be a lot more where this comes from.

I'll source the chant and the mask, I'll check websites, collectors.

- See who's buying, who's selling. - All right.

How's this looking?

It's early doors. We'll get him.

Yeah.

John, I, um...

I know you had great loyalty to Rose Teller,

and rightly so,

but often it's the good coppers who shoulder the blame for the bad.

Things between us...

historically, have sometimes been...

You had a job to do.

You did it well.

If I was your adversary then...

I'm not your adversary now.

I have a new job to do, and part of that job is to police you,

and to do that properly,

I need your trust... and your candour.

No secrets.

No agendas.

And no Alice Morgan.

No secrets.

No agendas.

So, what was it like being bumped back to uniform?

I was never ashamed to wear a uniform.

What about working for His Satanic Majesty?

- Sorry, who? - Luther.

Is he really as dirty as they say?

Who?

They!

All the people who've never worked with him?

Look, I'm just saying, you know the pitfalls,

you can tell me what to look out for.

Where are we, Justin?

Er, nothing of interest, so far.

She's got an ex-boyfriend, was done for affray,

but that was back during the G7 riots.

No restraining orders. No, nothing, really.

All right, what about the sunrise stuff?

You were right. No specific reference.

Sunrise imagery seems general to just about every religion or cult.

What about the mask?

It looks antique, maybe theatrical.

If that's the case, there's a market for it, which is good.

Problem is the internet. Collectables flow back and forth over international borders,

barely leave a trace, so right now I'm hitting the talk boards,

see if anybody there can ID it for us.

- Well, stick with it, see what comes up. - OK.

Guv!

DCI Luther.

Caroline.

Um, DS Ripley.

- Caroline Jones. - Caroline, now's not a good time for me.

It's all right, boss. We can give you a minute.

How long have you and DCI Luther known one another?

Since my husband accidentally killed a prostitute.

How is she?

She was self-mutilating at 14.

She cut herself with a razor.

Top of the arms, top of the thighs.

Places I couldn't see.

Before you know, she's stealing from me.

Lying.

Threatening me with a knife.

And she just runs away.

- Gone. - Caroline...

OK, listen, I'm gonna stop you here, cos what... what you're gonna tell me...

I can't help.

- She was selling herself at 17. - I might not like it,

you might not like it, but...