All language subtitles for Luther.S05E02.1080p.HDTV.x264-FaiLED-HI-en(1)

DCI Luther.

We've got a customer, boss.

- DS Halliday.
- Morning.

The killer took his eyes
and cut his tongue out.

Witness hasn't a clue
as to what happened.

The victim's an ex-pupil.

Lee Peck. Seems like the
killer came from nowhere.

- How's he doing that?
- That's LEDs sewn into his hood.

It confuses CCTV.

I need a favour.

Someone's got George
Cornelius on the hook.

- Errol?
- If they catch me wearing this,

I'm dead about 18 times.

I've got this thing round my neck!

- I think it's a bomb!
- [EXPLOSION]

We'll make sure you're looked
after until this is all put to bed.

Our tip line got a call
from a Dr. Vivien Lake.

- She's worried about one of her patients.
- James Hauser. Yeah.

He's a very troubled man.

I don't think we're looking at a
normal doctor-patient relationship.

- [SHE SCREAMS]
- James!

He cut his own throat!

Something's wrong. It's not right.

Then let's go and see him together.

You didn't have to cut me!

Look what you did to my
arm! That is the last time

I humiliate myself for you.

Where's my boy? Come on, John!

I'm just doing due diligence.
Making sure you're not part of it.

Part of it? Why would I be a part of it?

_

_

ALICE: Okay, so where do I meet him?

CORNELIUS: (ON PHONE) Well, apparently,

there's a bench on the
north side of the promenade

on the corner of, erm,
Spitsenstraat and Houtdok-Noordkaai.

They'll meet you there.

ALICE: And you're
sure he's ready to pay?

(ALICE SPEAKS FRENCH)

_

_

_

_

(DEVICE BEEPING)

_

_

- Merci.
- (VEHICLE APPROACHING)

(TYRES SCREECH)

(GROANS)

(TYRES SCREECH)

(MOBILE RINGING)

Jacob, how did it go?

JACOB: It's all gone according to plan.

My men will have your diamonds by now.

Thank you.

(GRUNTS)

_

_

(GRUNTS)

- (GROANS)
- (STRAINS)

- (GRUNTS)
- (SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)

(ALICE GROANS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(PANTING)

(EXHALES, GROANS)

(SIRENS APPROACHING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(SIGHS)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR CONTINUES)

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR CONTINUES)

(COCKS GUN)

- (KNOCKING CONTINUES)
- LUTHER: All right, all right.

Wotcha.

(PANTING)

Don't pretend you're
not pleased to see me.

I'm not. I'm a bit
surprised you're alive.

(SIGHS) I didn't come looking
for joy unconfined, just a...

place to hide.

Maybe a cup of tea and
a chocolate digestive.

- (COCKS GUN)
- Please.

Nope.

Oh... (GASPS)

(SIGHS)

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Will never love you again ♪

- Synced and corrected by chamallow -
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(GROANING)

Ow. (GROANS)

Ugh. (SIGHS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Ow!

Ah!

(BOWLS CLINK)

Ah. Ow.

LUTHER: Alice,

I don't want anything to do with it.

I want you patched up

and out of the door.
Do you understand me?

Ow.

Ow! Ow.

- (ALICE BREATHING HEAVILY)
- So, what happened?

A big boy did it and ran away.

(MOBILE RINGING AND BUZZING)

(MOBILE BEEPS)

(CORNELIUS INHALES SHARPLY) Mmm.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

ALICE: You robbed me, George.

I can understand why
you think that, but,

they stole from us both.

(LAUGHS)

All right, what do you want?
I'm a thief. I've robbed you.

How was I to know you're
basically the Tasmanian Devil?

Make the transfer.

Pay what you owe, plus, erm,
20% for the inconvenience.

I'm afraid I have to decline.

I beg your pardon?

I'm not buying what you're selling.

I'm selling your son, George.

Even so.

(CHUCKLES)

You crack me up, George.

You really do. But I really
am going to need that money

or I'll take Alice's head to the
zoo and feed it to the monkeys.

Oh, no, come now. You're
not gonna do that here.

Ow.

(SIGHS)

Kidnapped his son and
tried to do him over.

Ow!

George and I had a little chat.

- Oh.
- I say "chat".

He beat the crap out of me.

Ow!

- Oh.
- Ah.

Ah. I see... Ow!

(ALICE BREATHING HEAVILY)

MAN: Hold up. Hold up.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR CONTINUES)

- (BREATHING HEAVILY)
- (KNOCKING AT DOOR CONTINUES)

(FOOTSTEPS DESCENDING STAIRCASE)

HALLIDAY: Sorry, boss.

I've been reading this

and it's James Hauser's
psychiatric file.

Something's off.

All right, yeah, erm...
(CLEARS THROAT) Come on in.

Come on, yeah.

LUTHER: Close the door behind you.

(LUTHER CLEARS HIS THROAT)

So, Vivien Lake gives us her
patient's psychological history.

It talks a lot about his shame

and anxiety.

Now, the actual file talks a lot

about his obsession
with suicidal ideation,

- I mean, a lot.
- Does she mention that he's a suicide risk?

- Not once.
- Let's have a look.

- So...
- (LUTHER CLEARS THROAT)

... what if you're right?
What if she did cross the line?

Vivien Lake and James
Hauser in a psychosexual...

- (FLOORBOARD CREAKING)
- ... jamboree. A big old bag of wrong?

(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)

(STAMMERING) Speaking of which, erm,

do you mind if I...

Oh, yeah. Yeah. Upstairs,
first on the right.

Well, Hauser spirals out of
control, Vivien's now implicated.

She faces ruination, maybe prison.

But the one thing we knew
about him, or thought we knew,

or whatever, he didn't
want to get caught.

He was audacious, but
he was also careful.

With the masks, with the
cameras, the escape routes...

(HALLIDAY SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

... decides to kill himself
rather than get arrested.

Maybe he's ashamed? I mean, he could be.

(HALLIDAY CONTINUES
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Who knows what drives someone
to kill themselves, right?

Except in this case,
someone knows. Vivien Lake.

Yeah?

(HALLIDAY CONTINUES
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Er, oh, boss?

(FOOTSTEPS DESCENDING STAIRCASE)

I think DS Halliday is on to something.

I think she probably is.

Yes.

HALLIDAY: So, erm,

what's the next step?
How... How do we play it?

(SIGHS)

Well, it won't be easy.

Her defences are up. She's calculating.

She's intelligent and she's got nerve.

Besides, we don't have any
hard evidence of wrongdoing.

No, we don't.

Is she married?

Eighteen years.

Happily?

HALLIDAY: Apparently.

Why?

Well, the happier the marriage,
the easier it is to weaponise.

(CHUCKLES)

And the Cynic of the Year
Award goes to... (LAUGHS)

No, I'm not a cynic.

That's basically my problem.

I think we, er, pay the husband a visit

and then see how Vivien Lake reacts.

Guv?

Yeah.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(CAR DOORS CLOSE)

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

And you're off.

(SNIFFS)

Oh, sod this.

He thinks you're my weak spot.

He thinks he can hurt me by hurting you.

- (THUDDING)
- LUTHER: Bollocks.

- (SOFTLY) No, no.
- No!

No!

(FOOTSTEPS DOWNSTAIRS)

(SIGHS)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

CORNELIUS: Go and check.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SCREAMS)

(GASPING)

No, no, no!

- (PANTING)
- (BUCKET CLANKS)

What's the rule?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Play safe.

And did you?

No.

No.

James was our one contingency.

Took me months to lay the groundwork.

And now it's thrown away.

Just used up.

Wasted.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

I'm sorry.

(BUCKET CLANGING)

(GROANS)

I hope you know I can't go back to
my house until this is put right.

What if it can't be put right?

No, I want my life back the
way it was until you pitched up.

It will be put right.

- (SIGHS) Sorry!
- You're really not.

(SIGHS) What do you want me to say?

I've rather missed all this.

- So have you, probably.
- I really haven't.

- Oh, pish.
- Look at my face.

- Shh!
- Look at it!

- Oh...
- Er...

- What about this one?
- Yeah, yeah. Hurry up.

- Just...
- No, I got it.

Shit, come on.

- (CAR BEEPS)
- Ah, magic.

(SIGHS)

Well, she sounds very keen.

(CLEARS THROAT)

- Who?
- Your new bestie. What's her name?

Anne of Green Gables,
erm, I don't know, Heidi.

- Halliday.
- "Halliday." Oh! Oh, that's interesting.

What is?

Well, the impersonal use of her surname.

Are you trying to
un-sex her in my mind?

No.

Because, honestly, why on
Earth would you do that?

I just don't want you turning
her face into a... a handbag.

How did you do it?

(SIGHS) Does it matter?

Yes, it matters.

I saw the murder report.

Your body on the slab.
I saw all of that.

Oh, John, don't be insulting.

There's not much you can't
buy from a retiring officer

with a crappy pension and
a chip on his shoulder.

All I wanted to do

was die, disappear,
and leave you in peace.

But George Cornelius put paid to that,

and that's why I'm back
to rap his knuckles.

Is that all you're back for?

What else is there?

You couldn't just walk away?

No, of course not.

I had to be dead.

That's how all your
best relationships end.

VIVIEN: You look very handsome.

I like your tie.

You bought it for me.

- Milan.
- I remember.

You wore it the night you kicked
that Somali rent-boy half to death.

No more risks.

No.

We have to be absolutely sure

you're not developing any
problems with impulse control.

(SIGHS) I'm not.

Because what's the rule?

Play safe.

Play safe.

Honestly.

Girl on the bus, she went... So scared.

Be that as it may,

don't let it happen again.

You need to be more careful.

HALLIDAY: DCI Luther
sends his apologies.

You've got me today, I'm afraid.

DCI Luther brings cake.

- He does?
- Usually.

Are we talking about
the same DCI Luther?

Big chap, likes cake.

You're going to need a bucket.

Er, for what?

To be sick into.

Do people really do that?

Now and again.

Too much cake.

Perhaps we should crack on.

There's a deep, obliquely-placed
incise neck injury

at the front side of the neck.

There are no other injuries.

No hesitation cuts, no defence injuries.

The pattern of the injury
is consistent with suicide.

That he cut his own
throat and bled to death.

Er, the lack of hesitation
injuries, how significant is that?

Ordinarily, I'd say very.

It's quite an endeavour to take
a scalpel to your own throat

and do this without wavering.

But?

But Mr Hauser seems quite accustomed

to various levels of self-mutilation.

I found 39 needles

embedded in the lower abdomen,
the perineum and the testicles.

I'm sorry, when you say
"needles," what do you mean?

Needles. Household sewing needles.

And, er, who put them there?

He did.

The oldest of the needles has
been in situ for some time.

Years, possibly.

BENNY: More grunt, more finesse.

These are absolutely the right wheels.

I know my wheels, man.

These are the right
wheels for the terrain.

What are you doing, man? (LAUGHS)

- (MOBILE RINGING)
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Shh, shh.

- Hello, boss.
- SCHENK: (ON PHONE) Benny,

I need you here.

(GROANS) I'm sorry, boss, I
think I've caught that norovirus.

I've basically been up all
night turning myself inside out.

I don't care if you've shit out
your own liver on Oxford Street.

I need you here, now.

Then I'm on my way.

Sorry, Minty, mate, I'm
going to have to tip.

(SIGHS)

And that's it, is it?

That's police protection
in this day and age?

Try not to drink all the milk, eh?

(PHONE RINGING)

Jeremy Lake's office.

I'm afraid Mr Lake's
not yet in the office.

Can I take a message for you, Mrs Lake?

Stay close to Mummy, darling.

- (MESSAGE SENT TONE)
- Okay.

Sorry about that. Now,
where were we last time?

- Morning.
- JEREMY: Morning.

Mmm-hmm.

- Morning.
- JEREMY: Morning.

- Morning, Miriam.
- Morning, Jeremy.

- Mrs Lake left a message for you.
- Thank you.

Oh, and Eleanor Cadman's
15 minutes early.

Ah.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Eleanor, I'm Jeremy Lake.

Has someone talked you
through the procedure?

- Er, no.
- Oh. May I?

- Yes, of course.
- Mmm.

Yeah, sorry.

You have a condition known
as mitral valve regurgitation.

The valve inside your heart
isn't closing properly,

so blood is leaking back.

You're a diseased whore,

so today we're going to
replace the faulty valve.

Now, I'm going to make an incision
down the centre of your chest,

and then I'm going to saw through
your sternum and separate the halves.

Your heart is surrounded by a
membrane, called the pericardium.

I'm going to cut through
that and kill you,

then I'm going to make an incision

into your superior
and inferior vena cava,

and attach a very thin
tube called a cannula.

I'm sorry,

what did you say?

Don't worry, I've done it 100 times.

Right.

ALICE: I had to keep it.

Issues with the will.

I bet there were.

Typical Mum and Dad.

Didn't actually write one.

Did you know the observable
universe got bigger?

No, I missed that.

Well, it's true.

Last time I saw you, we assumed
there were about 200 billion galaxies.

The revised estimate puts
it at two trillion, so,

what we believed to be
absolutely everything

was basically just a rounding error.

Closer to zero

than the true number.

- Great.
- It's funny, really.

We fantasise about these things.

You become

enraptured with how
meaningful it will all be.

And with each repetition, the
fantasy becomes more refined,

until one day it's perfect.

What you'll do,

what they'll say,

what words and what precise
tone of voice, the look...

The look in their eyes when they say it.

The reality can never measure up.

It was such an anticlimax.

I almost wished I'd never done it.

That's why meeting you is such fun.

You made it meaningful.

And you'll be glad I did it.

- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
- Oh, no, don't be.

They were dead anyway.

You made me feel better.

Turned it into a sport.

- It wasn't that.
- Of course it was.

Not in the end.

No.

That's what spoiled it.

Is that why you left?

No, John, you left first.

Right.

Where is he?

This way.

(ALICE SIGHS)

Funny.

I was never allowed boys in here.

I only gave him a small sedative,

but he's still away with the fairies.

I think we have to take
him back to his dad.

Er, no, in all honesty, I'm
not sure his dad wants him.

Look.

Yeah, look, the poor
boy's an embarrassment.

Cornelius can't just take him
back and pretend it never happened.

It would weaken him.

He has to punish us and
be seen to punish us.

"We" are not "us".

Well, ask him that. He
thinks we're up a tree.

K-I-S-S-I-N-G.

Yeah, well, I'll have to
figure out a way to make him

come out of this looking stronger.

Or option two,

we kill him and run.

We tried that. You got scared, remember?

- No, John, that's not what happened.
- Then what happened?

- You left.
- (LUTHER LAUGHS)

If that's what you think,
then you remember it wrong.

(MOBILE RINGING AND BUZZING)

I've got to go.

More work, is it?

Uncuff him.

(FOOTSTEPS DESCENDING STAIRCASE)

(SIGHS)

(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)

ALICE: If we want to disappear...

(SEAGULL CAWS)

I mean, really disappear...

we need to liquidate these.

(LAUGHS)

(BOTH MOANING)

(MOANS)

REPORTER ON TV: ... man
who is targeting shoppers.

Why does it matter?

(MAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY ON TV)

- Does it arouse you?
- No.

Do I?

Yes.

Well, then you're looking
in the wrong direction, John.

Some of these people would
still be alive if I was there.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

(EXHALES)

How is he?

Oh, he's a bit woozy, but he'll live.

Silly sod.

Well, I appreciate the courtesy.

I told you I'd sort it.

Did you know about this, honestly?

No.

Well, she was there, wasn't
she? Last night, at your gaff?

Yeah, she showed up five
minutes before you did.

Oh.

So, where has she been
hiding all this time,

the Wicked Bitch of the West?

I don't know

- and I don't care.
- Hmm, fair enough.

More to the point,

where is she now?

Give her to me, and you
and me are all square.

This is about a lot more

then getting my boy back.

Yeah, I know what it's about, George.

That doesn't mean we
can't make it right.

How do you propose to do that?

(SIGHS) Money.

Where'd you get all this money?

It's money tied into my house.

You'd really do that?

Give up everything you earned,
everything you've worked for?

Yeah.

For her?

- (INHALES SHARPLY)
- Huh?

Let me get my boy back home.

I'll give you a bell.

Wakey, wakey.

(PHONE BEEPS)

(LINE RINGING)

We're done. You can leave.

John, tell me, what did you do?

I paid him off.

I'm sorry, what with?
You don't have any money.

You don't know me as
well as you think you do.

There's always option two.

LUTHER: (ON PHONE) No, this
is not my fight, this is

some hole you've dragged me in
and I've just dragged us out, okay?

So now you can go home.

- I'm not yours to...
- LUTHER: Alice, we're done.

You can go.

(STATIC)

ALICE: You're looking
in the wrong direction.

Well, why does it matter?

About half a million people
are murdered every year.

That's about 10,000 a week, 1,400 a day.

One per minute.

That's rounding the figures.

- And excluding death by...
- So?

So chances are it's happening right now

in Distrito Central,
Port-au-Prince, Cape Town.

So why does this one matter more?

Does the pressure of
the moral circle decrease

the further you get from the centre?

Because that's not
really morality, is it?

That's more a kind of...

sanctimonious provincialism.

Some of these people would
still be alive if I was there.

Well, as untestable
hypotheses go, that's a doozy.

I just know.

And you don't think this
assumption of omnipotence

is a touch narcissistic?

Because I have to say, it didn't
help dear old Justin Ripley,

did it?

(REPORTER SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON TV)

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Sorry about that. I had
to drop something off.

Oh, yeah? What, a body?

- A sofa?
- A box that said "Mind your own".

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

Is there anything that
I need to know about?

No.

- Anything I need to follow up on?
- No, you're good.

- Anything I can help with?
- You're helping.

This is helping.

Jeremy Lake, I'm DCI John
Luther, this is DS Halliday.

What would you like,
a round of applause?

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- Wouldn't hurt.

I don't mean to be ill-mannered but
I'm due in surgery shortly, so...

Can we have a seat for a moment?

You have a medical
condition which requires it?

Er, no.

Well, then, yes, I mind.

Er, we're just gathering
background information, really.

Well, I'm not sure I can be much help.

At least not in that regard.

How much do you know
about your wife's patient,

James Hauser?

Before last night, nothing.

So you were unaware of the, er,

intense nature of their relationship?

"Intense"?

HALLIDAY: Yeah, I think
that's the right word.

Is it?

Vivien and I don't discuss patients.

Is there a reason for that?

Well, absolutely.
Acute lack of interest.

They're like

battery-hens shitting
out identical neuroses,

each of them feeling different
in exactly the same way.

HALLIDAY: Erm, how's Vivien feeling?

It must have been quite the wrench

losing somebody she became so close to.

Vivien is my wife,

not my chattel.

She can do whatever she chooses
with whomever she chooses.

Er, personally,

I very much doubt she'd risk her
career by sexually amusing herself

with some masturbating
oddball who got his

jollies by jamming
pins into his testicles

and threading rusty
wire down his urethra.

I certainly haven't noticed

any wounding to her buttocks or breasts,

which, I understand, were his
areas of particular interest.

Which is before he
started vivisecting them.

Before then, yes.

Now, if your hope in coming here

was to deploy vapid innuendo
and state-sponsored slut-shaming,

in an attempt to arouse my jealousy
and have me implicate my wife

in some imaginary
wrong-doing, then I'm afraid

you've had rather a wasted journey.

You're looking in the wrong place.

For what?

JEREMY: Whatever you
might be looking for.

Unless I'm wrong,

and you just wanted to
fill up the old wank bank.

In which case I'm happy to oblige.

Would you like to know
what she likes in bed?

- How often? Aggressively...
- LUTHER: Jeremy,

we're just trying to understand
what happened last night.

Oh, I see.

Oh, that's easy. Er, last night,

as a result of your catastrophically
poor judgment, a man died.

And now you'd like to find a
way to hold my wife responsible.

Honestly, best of luck with that.

We'll see you in court

- if we don't see you before.
- I'm sorry, what do you mean by that?

I'd have thought it fairly unambiguous.

Well... (SIGHS)

- Thanks for that.
- Ah, been a pleasure.

I don't know about you, but I liked him.

Well, for someone who doesn't know
anything about James Hauser, he...

He seemed to know a
lot about James Hauser.

- Yeah, he did.
- Breasts, buttocks,

rusty old wires down the
old chap. Is that a thing?

No, not in my house it's not.

- So what was he looking at?
- Sorry, guv?

I mean, when we walked in, he was
holding up an MRI to the light.

Well, er, he's a surgeon.

No, he's a heart specialist.

Why was he holding up
an MRI of someone's head?

- Could be a number of reasons.
- Name one.

Yeah, I guess that is weird.
Am I wrong, is it weird?

It's weird.

So, whose head was he looking at?

Let's get back and find out.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

(MESSAGE SENT CHIME)

Eleanor?

So how are we doing?

ELEANOR: No, actually...

- I don't want to do this. Can we stop?
- All right,

Let's crack her open, shall we?

See what's inside.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

We're in.

Roseanna, purse string.

- Right.
- NURSE: I'm sorry.

JEREMY: That's all right.

Give Heparin, please.

Scissors.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Diane, clip.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(COMPUTER CHIMES)

(MOBILE RINGING AND BUZZING)

DS Silver, I need you here now.

No lies, no excuses, now.

(MOBILE RINGING AND BUZZING)

I've got to take this.

Erm, why don't you just go
on and dig into that surgeon.

He feels wrong.

Yeah, like a kitten kebab.

George?

CORNELIUS: Something's been
needling at me since we spoke.

LUTHER: (ON PHONE)
Oh, okay, what's that?

Do I look like a tart to you, John?

I mean, do I look
like I learned my trade

noshing off Tory MPs in public lavs?

I don't follow. What?

Why would you think you could buy me?

(LAUGHS) Honestly, it's baffling.

George, look, whatever's happening here,

all right, just... Just stop.

All right, just pump your brakes,
take your tax, and let it go.

Otherwise it's starting...
It's gonna get out of control.

Whose control? Not mine.

Now, you bring her to me, John,
then we can call it square.

I can't bring her to you, she's
gone. I don't know where she's gone.

All right?

CORNELIUS: Which is what I thought
you'd most likely say. Hold on.

- (BREATHING HEAVILY)
- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

George, I...

(MOBILE BEEPS AND BUZZES)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

George, I am warning you...

CORNELIUS: You're warning me?

Whatever you're thinking of doing, stop.

You've got a pair of spuds on
you, I'll give you that. Ha!

- (ELECTRICITY SURGING)
- (SCREAMING IN AGONY)

George.

(GROANING)

LUTHER: Stop.

(PANTING)

That woman is a debt you
owe me, John. I want her.

I can't do what can't
be done. She's gone.

I have no idea where she is.

- (ELECTRICITY SURGING)
- (SCREAMING)

LUTHER: Oi!

All right, all right, all right.

"All right," what?

- I'll do it.
- CORNELIUS: You'll do what?

I'll bring her to you.

You sure now?

(MAN SCREAMING)

Just stop.

(WHIMPERS)

No messing.

No amusing chit-chat.

No prevari-fucking-cation.
You get this done.

It's done. I'll bring her to you.

Oh, God!

(PANTING)

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

I know how much the
idea's always excited you

to do it while everyone looks
on, but that level of risk...

There was no risk.

You were aroused, sexually.

I could see it.

- (SIGHS)
- Now, I know how difficult it is

watching the days slip by,
wanting each one to be special,

but you have to understand

that I still have a life to live.

A career you're putting at risk.

My liberty.

Of course, sorry.

Are you having any problems with recall?

No.

Your appetite?

Well, it's a little diminished.

No instances of pica or
unusual cravings or anything?

No. Just the usual unusual cravings.

I wish there was more
I could do for you.

No one could do more.

I love you.

I love you, too.

(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)

Are you out tonight?

No. Straight home.

I'm tired.

I'll wait up for you.

Alice?

Alice?

(SIGHS)

(DOGS BARKING)

(MOBILE BLEEPS AND BUZZES)

(LIFT BELL DINGS)

(MOBILE BLEEPS AND BUZZES)

(TEXT MESSAGE NOTIFICATION)

(LOUD THUDDING ON DOOR)

- MAN: Penny, is it?
- Mmm.

I'm Alan, Vickie's dad.

- Oh, right! Hello.
- Hi.

Oh, is it... Is it going to fit?

Is that for the fridge?

(CLICKS TONGUE) Oh.

I don't know.

I haven't misjudged it, have I?

- (CHUCKLES)
- Anyways, she's double-parked outside,

so best crack on. Erm...

Mmm... Ninety-five, wasn't it?

- Yeah, it was.
- Er... Call it 100.

Oh, thank you.

- Look, yeah, you better come in and...
- Yeah.

... see if that's going to work.

Whoop.

- PENNY: You all right?
- Yeah.

- Right, here we are.
- Ah.

Let's just get this... (GASPS)

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

Oh! Oh, God!

(LIFT BELL DINGS)

Babe?

(CAR ALARM BEEPS)

(DOG BARKING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Is someone going to get that?

(INDISTINCT FOOTBALL COMMENTARY ON TV)

Is anyone going to get that?

Apparently not. (SIGHS)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(SIGHS)

Hello.

- Are you Alastair?
- No.

Er, George sent me. I am, er,

welcome home present.

Oh. (LAUGHS)

Yeah, he's right this way.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

I think I can take it from here, hmm?

Good luck.

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

(STABS)

(ALASTAIR GROANS)

(ALASTAIR GURGLES)

(BONE CRUNCHES)

- (MOANS)
- (ALASTAIR GROANING)

(COUGHS)

(ENGINE REVS)

(SIGHS)

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