Luther

Don't move.

- This is my mate, Justin. - (LAUGHS) Hey there.

- Hey. - And I love him.

All I want is what you want.

To have these people locked up,

so they can't do any more harm

to anyone else.

Justin, I think I may have taken a wrong turn.

Do you want to talk about this properly?

- That's why I'm here. - No, I mean, properly.

I'm not sure what's supposed to be going on here.

I'm completely lost.

That's why we're here.

To help you understand how lost you really are.

How am I supposed to trust you if you don't trust me?

I will be back.

I'm a copper, we're on the same side.

I don't think you're going to shoot me.

I warned you not to make me your enemy!

- I warned you! - No. Don't you... don't you...

Hey. Get up!

Justin.

MARY GASPS

HE COCKS SHOTGUN

Please.

SHOTGUN BLAST

SHE PANTS

Oh, God. Key. Key. Key.

HE COCKS SHOTGUN

SHE WHIMPERS

DISTANT SIRENS

SIRENS APPROACH

SIRENS WAIL

Are you ok? You ok?

Mary.

What did John say to you exactly?

He said... he said he was busy.

And that I should meet him here, at his place.

No.

DOOR OPENS

Erin?

Man down.

Justin Ripley.

So what is it with John Luther

and the people he loves?

John, I don't know what to say.

I don't have the words.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Where is Mary?

John Luther,

you're under arrest for the murder of Detective Sergeant Justin Ripley

and the attempted murder of Mary Day.

Mary! Hey, Mary. Mary!

Hold on!

Ok.

From this side of the table, it looks like

there's two people who could incriminate you,

one of which is now dead

by the hand of Tom Marwood.

And Mary Day would be... had I not intervened.

And you're welcome, by the way.

You told her where to go, John.

You told her where

and when.

And I think you did that because you wanted Marwood

to kill her for you.

Yesterday,

a few hours before he shot and killed Justin Ripley,

you spoke for some time to Mr Marwood.

Your report notes that during this conversation,

Tom Marwood asked for more time.

"Give me two days."

And then you let him go.

Which makes me wonder, what was the quid pro quo?

Shut your mouth.

You let Marwood

run free to kill his paedophiles and his

scumbags.

That's no skin off your nose.

No humans involved.

But then in exchange,

does you a favour.

He cleans up your mess.

SLAMS FIST

I loved him.

HE SIGHS

He's got too many friends.

We'll have to move him.

TYRE EXPLODES

What is this, John?

I don't know, George.

Stay here.

EXPLOSION

GEORGE COUGHS

GEORGE SCREAMS

ERIN SCREAMS

Erin!

Wotcher.

'Detective Ripley has been hailed a hero by his colleagues after

'he was shot point blank in the chest by vigilante Thomas Marwood

'who has been branded a coward... '

HE GROANS IN FRUSTRATION

Oh.

If you're going to go on the run you're going to have to, er,

lose the coat.

It's my lucky coat.

Lucky?!

Right. Well, I would take it back to the shop, if I was you.

Get your money back. It's obviously defective.

This is a nice place.

Is it yours?

Don't be silly.

Alice, what are you doing here?

I saw the news.

Where have you been?

Berlin.

I don't believe you.

Oh, you should.

I assumed you'd need it, eventually.

Not yet.

After Marwood.

Then I'm done.

Why? Because he killed your puppy?

Oh, that's why you're here?

To rub my nose in it?

No.

I came to help the people you love.

I'm sorry?

You assert this fabulous moral conscience, John.

This adherence to unwritten law. Yet, time and again,

it devastates the people you claim to hold dear, but you don't stop.

It seems to me your conscience has killed more people than I have.

Well, you know, you say "escape," George,

but to me, this looks more like the scene of a violent abduction.

By Marwood?

Presumably.

Why not pop him here?

The way he did Ripley?

Well, we won't know that until we ask him, will we?

In the meantime,

somewhere out there,

there is a police officer

in the hands of a known police killer.

Well, either way, Martin...

we both want DCI Luther

returned to us

at the earliest opportunity.

A search is under way.

Then widen it.

You know, George,

the Tom Marwood investigation is under my command,

and God help you

if you interfere with it

or question my allocation of resources.

DCI Luther does have some loyal friends,

- doesn't he? - Oh, yes, he does.

'One officer was shot dead and another badly injured.

'In what the police say may be a related incident,

'Milan Knizac has been attacked in Mortlake Prison.

'Knizac is serving a life sentence

'for the murder of Caitlin Marwood, Tom Marwood's late wife.

'Caitlin Marwood was raped and murdered by Milan Knizac

'four years ago, after he was released from prison

'less than halfway through a nine-year sentence... '

- What do you want? - Don't move!

SHE SHRIEKS

COCKS SHOTGUN

So where are we going?

We're taking you somewhere safe,

just to be sure.

But you can't honestly think John would ever hurt me?

So where did you go?

Oh, here and there. Got married.

- You got what? - Married.

Why?

Does it add a tingle of the illicit to the conversation?

It adds a tingle of disbelief, is what it does.

- Erm, where did you and... - Bertrand.

A conference in Sao Paolo.

Oh, he was intensely intellectual.

- He "was"? - Sadly, he passed away.

Some little girls grow up wanting ponies.

I always wanted to be a widow.

So, what about you?

Have you found someone, hmm?

Yeah. Kind of.

And is she interesting?

- To whom? - Me!

- I don't know. - Well,

I imagine she wouldn't be, terribly.

She wouldn't be some kind of Zoe surrogate.

You've got enough self-knowledge to avoid that trap.

So she's a pixie.

- A what? - A pixie.

A sprite.

A daydream of the life you imagine you want to live.

Oh, dear, I feel a bit sorry for her.

You don't feel sorry for anyone.

Well, quite.

But in principle, I pity her.