Luther

# My love

# For the ones that feel it the most

# Look at her with her eyes like a flame

# She will love you like a fly

# Will never love you again. #

PHONE RINGS

What?

Ian.

Three victims in five weeks, spread across London.

Vics two and three have been picked up on camera, heading home alone after nights out.

We don't know about Monica yet.

The first victim died a month ago. The second, two weeks later.

The third, a week after that. And now Monica five days later.

Oh, he's escalating fast.

This ain't just a serial...

this man's on a murder spree.

Three previous victims were found in Isleworth, Whitton, West Drayfield.

All of them were walking home alone.

Now the dump sites are far apart, but broadly similar, near trading estates.

So the Met think our man may have been

a delivery driver of some sort. Hence White Van Man.

The Met passed on data from two thousand hours of CCTV footage,

Tracked down and eliminated all vans and other commercial vehicles within a two-kilometre bulls-eye zone.

Those who couldn't be eliminated were added to the suspect pool.

Tactical Unit 1, under my command,

will focus on last night's murder.

Tactical Unit 2 will be based here under the command of DCI Luther.

You'll review all existing case evidence

pertaining to the previous victims.

Focus on the suspect pool, eliminate those unidentified vehicles.

Our man is locked into a pattern of rapid escalation.

He's going to kill again, very soon,

except we are going to catch him before he gets the chance.

You all right in here? History of a case like this says

he's in our database somewhere.

We just have to prise him out.

I'm sorry to bother you, Ma'am. I thought it best.

Is he fit enough to be questioned?

Officially, it's too early to say.

Unofficially?

He's looking very good.

Police arrested two kids yesterday.

One was drinking battery acid, the other was eating fireworks.

They charged one and let the other one off.

Tommy Cooper. Boom, boom.

It was Basil Brush that said, boom, boom. Oops.

Henry Madsen woke up.

Are you in trouble? Possibly.

Might be.

Might be in trouble.

I do know that I will be put under surveillance.

My movements, my phone calls... everything. Why?

I think they're worried that I might sneak in and finish the job.

Well, you might be mad,

but you're not stupid.

Yeah.

I can't see you any more.

I can't talk to you.

Sorry.

You know, I really am.

But I can't do this any more, not while this thing is hanging over my head. It's over.

No.

Yes, Alice, it's over.

I've got to go.

Got work to do.

No! Yes.

No!

Morning, love. Morning.

Not yet! Dirty hands. Oh? Grease.

You all right? Yeah, yeah, just washing me hands.

Textbook, after the first kill he goes into the depressive phase. He can't believe what he's done.

Until the urge becomes uncontrollable.

The cooling off periods get shorter and shorter,

but not this quickly, so what's driving the escalation?

Do you have any sexual fantasies?

What? Yeah, none that I'm going to tell you about.

Does the reality ever live up to the fantasy?

I erm...

Well, no.

No, not really. It can't can it?

That doesn't account for the pace of escalation.

No, no. But we're not looking at a release, here.

we're looking at an explosion.

You know. What makes a man just let go?

The trigger event is usually some kind of perceived humiliation.

You know, loss of a job, or a spouse.

PHONE RINGS I've got to take this.

Zo?

I just called...

You OK? I'm great.

Well, I've never had an affair before. So, I don't know what to do.

'Is it still called an affair

'if I'm sleeping with my wife behind her lover's back?'

Look, I've got to go.

Hello there.

Coffee's on.

You're up early.

Yeah, I couldn't sleep.

'It's been announced that earlier today the body of a young woman

'was found on a playing field near Wandsworth Common.'

Gray? You home, love? Yeah. In here.

Happy birthday. Gray. I thought you'd forgotten.

Of course I haven't, no.

No, no, never. Come on, sit...

sit down, relax.

Open your present.

Oh...gosh.

Oh, goodness gracious. That's...

It's really lovely.

Put it on.

Can you help me with this?

There you go.

How does it look?

Stand up. Let me see.

Come on, stand up, stand up.

It looks lovely.

It looks really lovely. It's really gorgeous.

SHE GAGS

No, no, no. No, no, no, no, not here. Graham, not here.

Upstairs, upstairs.

Go on.

DISTANT OUT OF TUNE SINGING

Something's going to happen tonight, obviously.

What a terrible band.

Hiya. Hi. Hello, Gray!

How you doing! Good to see you mate.

Have a seat, have a seat. Yeah all right.

Linda, how you doing? Happy birthday!

What you going to have to drink guys? White wine please, a big one.

Er, yeah, coke please, mate.

Same again everyone, yeah?

There you go, madam. Thank you. Enjoy.

So did you you get anything nice for your b-day?

Erm, yeah I got this, he got me a necklace.

I thought he'd forgotten.

When did he give it to you? Just, er, well just before I come out, which is why I thought he'd forgotten.

I didn't get anything this morning.

What's all this? Decoupage. The cut-up technique.

Take a bit of text, cut it up randomise it, make new text.

See new patterns. Where'd you learn this? David Bowie.

It's how he wrote his lyrics. You a fan?

Don't I look like a fan? What of songs about like aliens and that?

No there's a bit more to him than aliens. I'll make you a tape.

A what, sorry? Ah. You've gone all David Bowie on us.

Yeah, cause of death confirmed.

He chokes them.

No forensics to speak of, no witnesses. I spent the day interviewing the family.

There's mother, one sister, one boyfriend, long term. Is he on the list?

No he was pulling a night-shift.

I took him through the inventory, the stuff our man left around her.

Anything missing? Yeah, necklace.

Some of these guys keep news clippings, photographs.

The fact that it's jewellery? Suggests that he's married, in a relationship.

He'd give the necklace to his wife, girlfriend.

Every time he sees it, he's taken back to the kill.

But the suddenness of it? What sets him off like that?

She's about to leave him.

So it just pushes him over the edge. We don't need insight into his

tortured soul to understand who he is.

We just need to know, who the hell he is and where the hell he's at.

Oh, no, really, really I'm really shocked, is that meant to be me, charming.

It's got your eyes, it's lovely.

Sorry, love. Listen, I've got to go to work!

That's all right, don't worry. Happy birthday!

You enjoy yourself!

Look after her for me, mate, won't ya? Make sure she has a good time!

Will do mate, yeah. Sorry we were running a bit late tonight, mate.

But, er, I had to give her one for her birthday.

You know how she likes it, good and hard and long.

Tell you the truth,

I'm surprised she can walk.

See you later. Yeah, see you later.

So why was she walking home by herself?

She was meeting friends in the pub to talk about the hen night.

She's happy, she's engaged, she's on home turf.

She's not about to get into a white van with Jack the Lad.

Blitz attack. He jumps out, drags her into the van.

There was no screams, no sign of any altercation.

She trusted him. He knows her, maybe?

He can't have known all four of them. No he didn't.

But they trusted him.

They trusted him.

I think we're looking for a taxi driver.

Luther.

Luther.

Luther!

What's wrong?

Henry Madsen is talking.

The doctors won't let us anywhere near him, not yet.

So right now, anything says means nothing. It's inadmissible. Hearsay.

Guv, what's he saying?

Your name.

Right, OK.

OK.

Ten minutes ago we got this.

This is the south end of Broughton Row. It's the closest to our hit.

Is that her? Yeah we think it's her. Tell me we got the number plate.

Number plate. Driver's name, home address, phone number.

Just triangulating the mobile phone signal now.

We've got him locked on. Good. So...