Luther

- Nothing? - No, ma'am.

Her oxygen ran out two minutes ago.

John said she's here, so she's here.

Argh!

Aah!

Ohh, Henry.

You're gonna fall, Henry.

Oh, God, please.

Where's Mia?

Mia? I don't...

Where is she?

Nothing.

Where is she?! Where is she?!

Living room! For God's sake!

There's a panel behind the plasterboard.

Please!

John.

Living room. There's a panel in the plasterboard.

Living room. Living room! Come on!

- Living room! - Help me with this.

Please, I'm gonna fall. I'm gonna fall.

What if you're lying to me? What if you're lying?

Because you've done that before, haven't you?

You've lied and lied and lied!

I'm not lying, I swear. She's there. Ohh!

Please. Ohh!

John, she's here.

- Is she alive? - I can't tell yet.

Come on. Oh, come on. Please.

Two, three.

Please.

- One, two... - Please!

Good girl! Good girl.

We've got her.

Oh, thank God!

No more, please!

- Thank God. - Please.

Please.

Please!

Oh, well done. You're all right now.

Henry, tell me about the others.

- Please! - How many more were there?

None. It wasn't me.

Can you tell me how many more were there?

How many were there?!

Because there was Adrian and there was little Gabriella,

and of course there was Emma!

Emma.

Oh, please.

I dug Emma out with my own hands!

But it was too late.

Please, please.

Please. Ah!

Please, please, please.

Please! Please!

Aaaah!

This may turn out to be the first time I actually beat you.

Got to go.

Emergency. Which service?

Police. Please, please.

Go ahead, caller. You're through to the police.

It's my mum. Hurry, it's my mum.

What's happened to your mum?

Oh. Oh, God!

- Yes? - Oh, God!

Oh, I think my mum and dad are dead!

Oh, God. Please, please.

Please, please.

Listen to me now.

Stay on the line, but make yourself safe.

Boss.

So Reed was right.

This is where you spend your gardening leave, is it?

Staring down a big hole.

We have the Madsen verdict.

Given the exceptional circumstances,

the inquiry have found

no grounds for disciplinary action.

Which means you're back.

If you want it.

I want it.

Rule number one... don't get yourself

into this situation again,

which means you observe case-management protocol.

Any proactive strategies are to be signed off by me.

I don't sign, they don't happen.

- Is that the speech? - That's the speech.

It's a good speech.

Thank you. It's one I prepared earlier.

You and Zoe... have you spoken?

- No. Not for awhile. - And?

It was a trial separation...

I tried it, didn't like it.

She feel the same?

Rose, I did everything she asked for...

got myself together so now we'll see.

Well, that's the difference between her and me...

she talks about taking you back... I actually do it.

D.C.I. John Luther, D.S. Justin Ripley.

- Morning, sir. - Nice to meet you.

So welcome back and whatever.

- Yeah, shall we? - All right.

So do we need to have the chat?

What chat?

I was sick, I got better, I'm back, et cetera.

Um, then, no, we don't need the chat.

Good.

I lobbied to be stationed with you.

I put in the request nine months ago,

chased it up three times a week, in writing.

So what we got?

Um, home invasion. Murder.

Victims are Douglas and Laura Morgan.

- Who called it in? - The daughter, Alice Morgan.

- She was out when it happened. - Doing?

- Buying bread and milk. - She live there?

No, she's a research fellow for some department of physics.

She lives in a flat near campus.

- Why the family gathering? - Douglas Morgan's birthday.

All right. Let's go.

Sir.

First responders have this down as point of entry.

The daughter left it unlocked when she went out.

So we need to look for any indication

that the shooter was watching the house...

possible vantage points, any hiding places,

good line of sight.

You might want to keep your hands

in your pockets...

reduces temptation to touch anything.

Sleeping pills. Separate bedrooms.

What does that tell you?

Husband snored?

Anything else?

It's hard to say.

Sometimes separate beds make for a happy marriage.

That's a very generous thought.

That's good.

He didn't hear it coming.

He's a published poet. Small press.

So no sign of burglary,

no attempt to stage the scene, and no sexual assault.

Contract killing, maybe?

Well, it's workable.

I mean, the shooter has done his homework.

He knows the layout of the place,

eliminates any physical threat... the dog, Douglas.

What kind of weapon was it?

Some kind of low-calibre handgun.

- "Some kind"? No gun? - No, they're still searching.

House, grounds, drains. Nothing so far.

Yeah, see, someone that efficient

you'd expect them to ditch the gun at the scene.

Am I missing something? Does that seem right to you?

None of it seems right to me.

Because it's not right, is it?

It's not right.

- I'll meet you upstairs, yeah? - Yeah, sure.

Zoe Luther.

Hey, babe. It's me.

John, hi.

- Guess what. - What?

The board of inquiries came down on my side.

Oh, John!

That's really good news. That's great.

I mean, I knew they would, obviously, but...

- Yeah, and I'm back at work. - Already?

Well, they missed me.

- What's wrong, babe? - Nothing's wrong.

I'm just on my way to a meeting, that's all.

Look, can we talk a bit later?

That's why I was calling, really.

'Cause I think that we... well, we need to have that talk.

Tonight I've got a dinner.

After dinner. I'll come 'round.

Okay, tonight.

Look, I'm sorry. I really do have to go.

Um...

- So... - What?

I've got myself together, all right?

I'm back, and I feel great.

I'm good. I'm... I'm... you know?

I know.

I know.

Welcome back, sir. Welcome back.

- For you. - Thank you.

What does it say?

"You don't have to be mad to work here, but it helps."

Good to see you.