Episode 3 Luther

'This programme contains some violent scenes and scenes which some viewers may find upsetting.'

You've got to make a full statement, on the record, today.

I need a deal. That can't happen, Justin.

I won't lose my job for anyone. Not him, not you.

So I'll call you.

And that makes you think coming here's a good idea?

No. But this does.

DCI Luther has never, to my knowledge, broken any laws,

either in pursuit of his duty or otherwise.

I've been honoured to work with him.

I don't want to play games, you know. I'm too old for that.

I'm not a game player.

Good. Cos neither am I.

Take care, right, see you later.

All right, sweetheart, see you later.

Bye, guys.

I was going to say, do you want a lift?

Er, yeah, yeah, that would be lovely. Yeah.

Yeah, cool. Well, I'm just parked round here.

OK, cool.

So...

So...

You took your time.

I was just picking my moment.

For three years?

Well, you know. This thing.

Me and you. It's not just...

SUDDEN BANG

VOICES YELLING

Just ignore them, just ignore them.

It's going to be all right. Here, mate, what is going on?

SHE SCREAMS GLASS SMASHING

Get off me! Just leave her alone!

Leave him alone!

Get off me!

Hey, boy, hey, boy, what you doing with this?

Ah, nah, nah, nah, stay here, stay here, stay here.

Hey, pass me this.

How can I help you?

What is it, bruv?

You going to do me something, yeah?

What, are you deaf?

Hey, deal with him, man!

SHOTGUN BLAST

Run! Run!

Stop!

Put your hoods down. HOODS DOWN!

Oh, Callum.

Oh, please.

SHOTGUN BLAST

Please just wake up, Callum. Please.

# Love is like a sin, 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... #

How old were you when you got together?

21, 22?

You've erm, still got love in your voice.

Well, you don't stop loving someone, do you?

Is that a problem?

It's um, it's the opposite of a problem.

She was very beautiful.

She was. Yeah.

DOORBELL

Duty calls.

Justin! Come in.

Sorry?

Come in.

Why?

What do you mean, why?

Well, you never ask me in. Not ever.

Mmm.

Mary...

Oh, sorry!

This is my mate Justin.

-Hey there.

-Hey.

Justin, this is Mary.

All right, Mary?

He's my mate, and I love him.

Right. Work! You going to be all right?

-Fine.

-Yeah?

-Fine, yeah.

-Make yourself at home.

Will do. Totally.

Well, come on then, Justin.

Nice to meet you Mary, briefly.

All right, boss.

Victims are Steven Meredith and Shaun Butler.

This is Meredith. Murdered a young solicitor six years ago.

It's in the file.

Eyewitnesses?

Dozens. White male, 25 to 40.

Lightish, darkish hair, short, possibly longish.

Non-descript clothes.

May ride a motorcycle.

Possibly a scooter. Or a car.

Who's the other one?

Over here.

Shooter walks up during the affray, puts the sawn-off to Butler's chest.

Doesn't hesitate?

Apparently not.

It's not an easy thing, that,

to put a sawn-off to someone's chest and pull the trigger.

Even if you hate 'em.

Let alone make this mess.

So who's Caitlin?

Well, we turned up no Caitlin in Meredith and Butler's ambit.

No family, or known associates.

There's no Caitlin connection to the solicitor.

That rules out a revenge attack

and this is way too heavy for a gang beef.

So what's up with the website?

-It goes live in two hours.

-Well, can't we just pull it down

or trace it to the source or whatever you do with websites?

Apparently not. It's being hosted from Uzbekistan. Or Kazakhstan.

One of the Stans, anyway.

The upshot is, is that there's no way we can pull it down in time.

Apparently there's hundreds of these leaflets already in the wild.

People have been tweeting the address since about 5am.

So the chances of containing this,

essentially, are three eighths of sod all.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

Hello, Mary.

Maxine, I'm DCI John Luther, you all right?

This man, the killer, he spoke to you?

He did, yeah.

What did he say?

He, erm...

..he told me not to be afraid.

Do you remember anything about his voice? Maybe he had an accent?

Um...

Er...

It was nice.

In what way?

Kind. He, um, he had a very kind voice.

He had a kind voice.

And then?

He...

He sat and he held Callum's hand until the ambulance arrived.

Can you describe him?

Sorry?

Describe him.

The killer of these men.

Why?

Maxine, they're dead.

Now, I know he seemed kind,

but that doesn't give him the right...

To give him the right to save Callum's life?

Stop me from being gang-raped?

The way I see it, two people were going to die last night.

Thanks to this man - and no thanks to the police, by the way -

it wasn't me and it wasn't Callum.

And now you're asking me to help you send him to prison?

I would rather go to prison myself.

So, how did you and John meet?

I'm sorry, I'm just not very comfortable having this conversation.

How much do you actually know about John Luther?

Um, I'm not actually sure what that means.

Look, why don't, why don't we just give him a ring and...

Put it this way - try, if you like.

Does he ever talk about her?

Well, he doesn't not talk about her.

OK. Um, I've actually got to go.

Sit down.

I'm late for work.

Did John ever mention how she died?

Um, I'm not actually sure that's any of your business.

She left him.

Shacked up with another man.

And not long after she was killed.

Did he mention that?

I'm sorry. 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.

You all right?

Yeah. Got it down to about 14 possibles. It's just weird.

Seeing all these terrible things happening to women with the same name.

Caitlin raped. Caitlin stabbed. Caitlin drowned.

It just seems... I don't know.

Justin, I think it's time you moved on, mate.

I mean, you should be doing my job.

Having little Ripleys of your own.

I've been meaning to tell you that for a while.

You need to get to Hamlyn Woods.

All right, Guv.

Couple of dog walkers found him, apparently.

-Do we know who he is?

-Yeah, Liam Glass.

Why's that name sound familiar?

For a few months, he was the tabloid's favourite bogeyman.

-Because?

-He lived in the spare room of the flat where Lucinda King died.

Ah, the little girl.

Yeah, four years old. Mr Glass was her stepfather's cousin.

Crack cocaine addict, arsonist, career burglar.

Sat by and took no action

while her mother and stepfather starved and beat her to death.

Yeah, what'd he get, five years?

Four, with time served.

Four for four.

Well, our boy's killing predators, isn't he?

People the justice system spat out.

He's on a mission.

We better find him, find him fast.

It's going live now, boss.

By now, many of you will be wondering who Caitlin is.

She was my wife.

This is Caitlin.

Four years ago, she was raped and murdered

by a man called Milan Knizac.

Mr Knizac had been classified as "medium risk"

by probation staff when he was released from prison,

less than half-way through a nine-year sentence

for robbery with violence.

Caitlin wasn't just taken from me,

she was taken from her friends,

she was taken from her mother and father.

She was taken from the children...

she will never have.

The criminal justice system was created to protect us

from people who would do us harm.

But time and again, it fails in that purpose.

For all the Caitlins,

and for all their families,

it's time for that failure to end.

OK.

I think we've got a big problem.

HE SIGHS

'..for all their families, it's time for that failure to end.'

-KNOCKING ON DOOR

-Come on.

Tom Marwood. Architect. Pretty good one, apparently.

Caitlin dies, he's depressed, spends a bit of time in hospital.

Then, all of a sudden - boom! He's energized.

Joins a gun club. Takes lessons in Krav Maga. Urban survival courses.

-It's like he's in training for the zombie apocalypse.

-Wow.

So before this all kicked off, who was he talking to?

Who was his confidante?

Er...Alan Ramsey, Caitlin's brother.

-This one?

-Yeah.

Ramsey. All right, find him. I've got to talk to him.

Guv, Marwood's been planning this for a long time -

he's well-prepared, he's off the grid.

We're not going to find him where he's at, but where he's going to be next.

And how are we going to do that?

Well, he's making a play for public sympathy,

meaning he'll keep targeting offenders that people hate the most. The worst of the worst.

-So...?

-So, let's say we find the ten most debased scumbags in London,

put a surveillance team on them.

See if we can't get to Marwood before he gets to them.

Yeah, well, how do we narrow down the possibles?

I mean, depravity is hardly in short supply in this city.

We collate nature of offence against the volume of press coverage.

It can definitely be done, boss.

All right, let's do it.

DIALLING TONE

'Hey...'

Can we meet?

'Yeah... Are you all right?'

Yep. I'd just...really need to talk.

'OK.'

-Seriously, are you all right?

-Some people came round, after you'd gone.

What people?

'A man and a woman. Police.'

I can't, I can't talk about this on the phone. I can't.

I need to see you.

Mary, all right. Listen, just tell me where you are right now.

-At work.

-'At work?'

All right. Good, I'll just come now.

No! No, don't do that.

Mary?

Hey.

Shall we get a cup of coffee or something?

Yeah, in a minute.

-Um...

-You all right?

-Yeah, um...

How did your wife die?

Zoe.

Er, it's a long...

..it's a long story.

She was er...

..taken by a friend of mine. Someone I knew.

And if I'd asked that question this morning...

before that Glaswegian dick had done his dirty business,

-would you have given me the same answer?

-Of course.

-Why?

Because it's the truth.

Hey, listen, whatever they said, they were lying.

They had a file on you.

-What did you do?

-Nothing. I did nothing.

-Whatever they told you, they were lying.

-I...I think you should stay away from me.

-Mary, come on...

-Please.

Mary!

They were lying.

MOBILE PHONE VIBRATES

Justin, what?

We're down to 263 potentials.

'Well, we better move faster than that, eh?'

Yeah, we'll get there. Where will you be?

Oh, I'll be checking out the brother-in-law.

OK.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Hello.

-'George.'

-John Luther!

How the devil are you?

'I'm fair to middling. Have you got two minutes for me?'

I'll put the kettle on.

What?

What are you scared of, Erin?

I'm scared of what this is turning into.

HE RINGS THE BUZZER

DOOR BUZZES

HE KNOCKS ON THE DOOR

-So?

-So here's the thing.

You come for me, I'm fine with that.

I'll match you bite for bite

and in the end, we'll see who's still standing, right?

But you need to keep away from Mary.

She's off limits.

But what's the point of knowing your weak spot

if I don't get a chance to...

poke it a bit?

See, here's the thing, John - this isn't some pre-match symposium.

There are no rules of play.

-George, if you sow these seeds...

-And what?

I reap the whirlwind? Is that right?

You know your problem?

You've spent your life thinking you're the whirlwind.

Well, you're not.

Because I'm the whirlwind, John.

I'm the whirlwind.

We'll see.

HE CHUCKLES

-TELEVISION:

-'A big police search is under way in London trying to find

'vigilante suspect Tom Marwood after he posted an online video on the Internet this morning...'

KNOCKING ON DOOR

'..Marwood made a public announcement blaming the criminal justice system for failing...'

Who is it?

It's Lee, from downstairs.

Um...courier dropped something off for you. I signed for it.

What is it?

It's...I dunno, a book or something.

Please.

DIALLING TONE

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Hello?

'Alan Ramsey?'

-'Speaking.'

-This is DCI John Luther.

This'll be about Tom, I take it.

'Yes, it is. Got a couple of minutes to spare for me?'

Sure.

I'll see you then.

Alan Ramsey?

Alan?

DCI John Luther.

Don't move!

All right.

Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!

Well, do me a favour and throw me your phone and wallet, please.

One out of five murders are committed by men on bail.

-You know that?

-Every copper knows that.

So why does nobody do anything about it?

Because it's complicated.

No, it's not.

No, it's not.

You got me there.

Listen.

Detective Chief Inspector John Luther.

All I want is what you want - to have these people locked up,

so they can't do any more harm to anyone else.

Now, look me in the eye and tell me you disagree with that.

Not with the motive, maybe.

But I seriously dispute the means.

So you've never been tempted?

To administer a bit of personal justice?

I don't have the right to do that.

Nobody does.

Two days.

Give me two days, that's all I need.

For what?

To make things better.

You know I can't do that, Tom.

Yes you can...

if you chose to.

Tom.

You know they're going to kill you.

This is how all these things end.

I died the day I came home

and found my wife's corpse stuffed into the airing cupboard.

Don't make me your enemy, John.

We're on the same side.

I'm sorry you think that.

Tom, listen to me.

Tom!

SHE CLEARS HER THROAT

Um...DCI Luther?

He's not here, ma'am.

Oh, OK.

Then, um... I wonder if you could spare me a minute, DS Ripley?

Thank you.

So what is this, like a Derren Brown thing?

Mind reader. Mentalist. Reads minds.

Oh, right. No, you don't want to read my mind right now.

Full of scorpions.

It's all right. He's long gone.

I didn't know he'd be here. I swear to God.

I didn't call him or anything.

He cloned your SIM.

He's a clever boy, your brother-in-law.

I'm beginning to like him. You all right?

Yeah, yeah, I think so.

Justin, I think I may have taken a wrong turn, somewhere along the way.

Surely not.

Well, that wasn't exactly the disarmingly gallant reaction I was hoping for...

in my heart of hearts.

What were you hoping for? In your heart of hearts?

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

SHE CLEARS HER THROAT

DS Ripley.

Boss?

Yeah, on my way.

Got to go.

And fight the good fight?

Listen. We'll... We'll put it right, but...I really do need to go.

Sure.

-Do you want to talk about this properly?

-That's why I'm here.

No, I mean, properly. As actual human beings.

A drink or something?

Oh.

OK.

Right, well...I'll give you a bell.

OK.

SHE SIGHS

This got my numbers on it?

All six of them, yeah.

Who needs more than six numbers? Marwood?

Had it on his toes. Long gone.

So I had a visitor. Erin Grey.

Oh, yeah? She have problems parking her broomstick?

Well, she wasn't a happy flower.

This about Stark?

I think so.

-I get the impression...

-He's not playing with a straight bat?

Yeah. I get that impression too.

Why? What's happened?

Nothing.

Listen, I've got to go, cover for me!

-VOICE MAIL:

-'You have one saved message.'

BLEEP

'Wow, you were right about your phone. So anyway, it's me, hi.

'It's Mary, Mary Day from last night.

'So yeah, anyway, cool.

'Speak soon.'

DOOR OPENS

I know, I know you said to leave you alone, don't talk to you.

And I will, I just...

-I just wanted to say one thing, and then I'm gone.

-Say it.

I'm really sorry that you saw what you saw.

I can only imagine how it made you feel.

It made me want to throw up, that's how it made me feel.

It made me want to...vomit.

I didn't do those things.

So why did they say that you did? Was it for a laugh?

Look, I'm not going to say I haven't done stupid things, I have.

I've done stupid things, really stupid.

But I was trying to help people. And I, and, you know, it just got...

Kind of like when your car goes into a skid

and they tell you, you know, turn into the skid,

and then, you find yourself coasting.

Trying to hang on and hoping

that somehow you'll straighten out before you...

..get to the edge.

None of what they said was true. None of it.

So you need to tell me what is.

I don't know if that's a good idea.

Right, well, how am I supposed to trust you, if you don't trust me?

I need to know, John.

OK.

All of it?

All of it.

Every last drop.

MOBILE PHONE VIBRATES

I've got to take this. I'm sorry, I've, I've got to take it.

Yeah.

-Boss?

-'Good news,'

the proactive strategy seems to be working, in principle.

In principle? What?

A sex offender, Dennis Cochrane,

was abducted from his flat a little more than two hours ago.

-'He's on the list, but we were too late.'

-Oh, I had him. I had him!

Right in my hands and I just let him go.

He had a gun to your head.

-So I think it's more a case of him letting you go.

-'Right, I know.'

Just have Benny send me the, um...

address.

All right.

HE SIGHS

I'm having a horrible day.

It's OK.

But um...

..I, I'm going to be back late tonight.

Bit later than usual, I mean.

I will be back.

You know where everything is.

Yeah, I think so.

I'll be there.

Right.

You all right?

Cochrane's a paedophile.

Did 15 years for false imprisonment and rape.

Bit of a tabloid nightmare.

Went on to self-publish poems and essays

about "inter-generational love."

Sees himself as a champion of freedom,

ungoverned by religion or law.

Yeah, I've heard that one before.

Lack of conscience dressed up as philosophy.

It's not right, is it?

-What's not?

-Well, Marwood walks up to Butler and Meredith, bam!

Doesn't do the same with Cochrane? Why's that?

We find any keys?

Not that I'm aware of, no. Why?

Well, it's what you do, you know.

You walk in. Big bag of books in one hand, pop them down.

Put your keys on the table, fish out your wallet and your phone.

Yeah. OK.

So who took his keys and why?

'My name is Dennis Cochrane.'

Boss!

'I'm a paedophile.

'I spent 15 years in prison

'for the heinous violation of young children.

'I've shown no contrition,

'because I don't believe sex between adults and children to be wrong.

'Statistics suggest that, having been released,

'I'll go on to commit many further offences

'against many other children.

'But still, the criminal justice system set me free.

'So what should be done with me?'

MUFFLED SCREAMS

No!

MUFFLED SCREAMS

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Do you understand social networking?

No.

Good. Then, I'm not alone.

But apparently people are climbing over each other to incite Dennis Cochrane's execution.

Bread and circuses.

Nothing new under the sun.

If Tom Marwood gets his wish and people vote to hang the paedophile,

and they will,

for who would suffer a paedophile to live?

Then, there's no telling where this is going to end.

Riots, copycat murders, lynchings, pogroms.

Gangs of vigilantes kicking to death people whose faces don't fit.

Where's your head at?

Well, we're not going to find Tom Marwood before midnight.

But if you're right,

if he executes Cochrane, this all gets very ugly very quickly.

But we know he's monitoring the media. And you're right.

There's nothing more potent than private pain made public.

MUFFLED SCREAMS

Please.

Help.

Upstairs has signed off,

having made it perfectly clear that if this goes lopsided,

it's you and me who will swing from the gibbet.

It won't go lopsided.

Benny, if this goes lopsided,

then I need you to find every bit of intel on Cochrane -

haunts, associates... Anything that makes your nose twitch, all right?

Wilco, Blue Leader.

Cheers, Ben.

Cheers, Justin. Look after yourself.

Excuse me, mate, Kiera Mills?

Just over there.

Kiera?

Kiera Mills?

Do you know what that man did to me?

Dennis Cochrane.

I say "man".

SHE CHUCKLES

Do you know what he did?

Yes.

I was a little girl. I was 11!

-And he...

-Kiera, I should explain to you

that I have no sympathy for Dennis Cochrane.

All right, not one bit.

But I don't get to choose who should live and who should die.

Even if I hate them myself.

This is the hardest thing I've ever had to ask someone to do.

What do you want?

I want you to plead for Dennis Cochrane's life.

Benny Boy?

So I've been trawling a list of Cochrane's known associates.

Nothing solid, but about a month back,

a Parole Officer got a tip-off that a nonce, Gordon Murray,

was in breach of his parole,

associating with known sex-offenders.

Cochrane's not been named, but him and Murray were known to be BFFs.

Right, and where do we find Murray?

-TELEVISION:

-'..most videos went viral,

'with the viewing figures reaching the hundreds of thousands...'

All right, Gordon. We're the filth.

Which is funny, really, considering who we're talking to.

HE MOANS

Shall we try that again?

I'll have a lemonade, please.

Help.

MUFFLED SCREAMS

What do you want?

-TELEVISION:

-'..people to remain calm and not to respond to the suspected vigilante's appeal.

'They say Marwood could be unpredictable and dangerous.'

Everyone wants him dead. Your mate, Dennis Cochran.

King Nonce.

He's got less than an hour.

-I think you know where he is.

-How could I?

I think Marwood's been following you.

I think he's taken Dennis back to your...club-house

where you and your dirty little mates have your social gatherings.

So where is it? Back of someone's pub? Dirty little shop somewhere?

-Come on?

-No, you've got it wrong, mate.

I'm not your mate. I'm far from your mate.

The sight of you makes me want to wash my skin with Domestos.

The terms of my parole forbid me from using the Internet

or mixing with other sex offenders.

-TV:

-'We can take you live to a police news conference.'

Boss.

Can you turn that up, please, love?

-TELEVISION:

-'Thank you very much, ladies and gentleman.

'I know you are all aware of how urgent this situation is.'

So, Kiera will now make a short statement.

My name is Kiera Mills.

You don't know me, because I was never named in the press.

But 18 years ago,

'when I was a little girl,

'Dennis Cochrane stole me from the back of my mum's car.

'She'd just popped to the shops to get some milk.'

Dennis Cochrane kidnapped me and raped me.

He ruined my life.

'This morning, a man kidnapped Dennis Cochrane

'and threatened to kill him for all the terrible things he has done,'

not just to me, but to other little boys and girls.

Help!

So I have come here today

to send a message

to the man who has Dennis Cochrane in his keeping.

And that message...

..that message is kill him!

THEY SHOUT

MUFFLED SCREAMS

Right. You tell me where he is or when they come for you,

I'll let you just hang.

-Don't look at me, mate.

-Come on!

-All right!

-There's a lockup.

-A lock up? Where is it?

We use it for meetings, socialising.

You disgust me! Come on.

If I tell you, you might find some...materials.

-Shut up, shut up, shut up! Where is it?

-None of it's mine!

-I want that in writing. None of it's mine!

-Where is it? Tell me now!

Horsemonger Lane! The railway arches!

You just...all you do is cross the estate.

Benny! Cochrane's got a lockup - railway arches, Horsemonger Lane.

Scramble ARV now!

No. No.

Please.

MUFFLED SCREAMS

Oh, God, oh, oh!

HE SOBS

Oh! No!

HE SCREAMS

Please. No.

HE SOBS

Please! No!

Oh, God! Oh, God!

Shh.

HE SCREAMS

HE CRIES

CO19 are en route. ETA, 13 minutes.

Local units should be there in nine.

Wait, boss, he's tweeting the address!

We're on our way. We'll be there in two, three minutes.

Watch out!

THEY SHOUT

Move, move, move!

THEY SHOUT

MOB GO QUIET

Quiet now!

THEY CHEER

THEY SHOUT: Come on, do it! Do it!

Come on!

Stop right now!

Thomas Marwood! Enough!

MOB CHEER

Move!

Ah, come on!

HE MOANS

-Get back! Get back!

-Go! Get Marwood!

Get him!

THEY SHOUT

SIRENS WAILING

He's still alive, cut him down!

Tom Marwood! Stop!

OK, enough.

We're done, Tom, all right?

-What's your name?

-DS Ripley.

-Justin.

-What I need you to do, Justin,

I need you to back away.

I can't do it.

Of course you can.

No, I can't. Sorry.

You've already done enough tonight.

I saw how you waded into that mob. That was brave.

Nobody could ask any more of you. So just...

..back off.

Let me go.

Say I did that...

..yeah, and all this carries on.

Someone innocent gets hurt.

-How am I supposed to live with that?

-It won't happen.

It'll happen.

You've made your point, Tom. People are talking.

You're all over the Internet. All over TV.

You've done what you needed to do.

I don't want to do this.

I'm a copper.

We're on the same side.

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

Now, please...

just back off.

I'd love to.

Please!

No.

HE SOBS

Justin! Justin!

Ripley! Hey. Hey! Hey!

Hey!

No. Don't you... Don't you...

Hey. Get up!

Justin!

No! Get up!

HE SCREAMS

No, mate, get up. Get up!

-TELEVISION:

-'..Several people, including some police officers,

'have been hurt after a crowd in East London turned violent.

'The police had intervened in what vigilante Tom Marwood...'

'It's John. Leave a message.'

I asked you nicely.

Now, look. Now, look what happens!

This is YOUR fault.

This is on YOUR head.

I warned you not to make me your enemy!

I warned you!

-TV:

-'..The public execution of sex offender Dennis Cochran...'

BANGING NOISE

'Marwood's whereabouts are currently unknown.

'Police say he is armed and extremely dangerous...'

GLASS SHATTERS

'They say anyone who believes they've seen Marwood should...'

SHE SIGHS

HE MOANS

HE SCREAMS

SHE SCREAMS

SHE SCREAMS

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