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We can make this work.
You don't know what I've done!

I don't want to hurt you.
That's not what I'm here for.
I want to trust him.

Ian Reed's here. He's got a gun...
No!

Zo?

No!

Zo?

This programme contains
some violent scenes.

What have you done, Ian?

'You have one new message.
Ruth, Ruth, it's me, it's me, Luther!

'It's Ian, I think he's hurt her.
Send a medic. Please.

'Just send a medic over there now!'

You were right.

Poor bastard.

Poor bastard, my arse. Poor Zoe!

Argh...

Arrrrgh!

Arrrgh!

What's happening here?

And you are, sir?
Mark North. Where's Zoe?

Ah, Jesus God.

No, no, no...

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What's going on? About an hour
ago we received a 999 call.

Gunshots heard,
23 Parthenial Street.

First responders found a woman dead.

Single gunshot wound. Zoe Luther.

No... Don't speak up for him, Justin.
Not yet.

He argued with her. That doesn't
mean he did it. He was there.

His fingerprints are all over
the place, in his wife's blood.
She's murdered. He's in the wind...

What does that tell you?

He wouldn't do it. He wouldn't do it.

Painful as it may be,
I'm afraid the evidence
currently tells us otherwise.

You ready?

Ready.

First thing to know,
we're in damage control.

We keep an airtight lid on this
until it's resolved.

That means no press,
no briefings and no leaks.

Well, the press will get there
soon enough.

Which is why we need Luther
in custody without delay.

I don't want any "Killer policeman
at large" headlines. Are we clear?

Teller is in charge
of the investigation, but, er,

Martin will be assisting, heavily.

Give him your absolute co-operation.
You need one of us on the ground,
to advise.

Someone who knows him.
Yeah? And should that be you?

Absolutely. It should be me. Yeah.
Right, so, do you believe
John Luther shot his wife tonight?

I can't be sure.
Not yet. It's just too early...

Exactly. The last thing I need
is for this operation to be hindered
by your loyalty.

DS Ripley, you'll assist
Detective Chief Superintendent...

Oh, well, with respect -
sorry, Justin - but Ripley...

He may not know Luther as well
as you, but he's a damn sight
better placed to be non-partisan.

You, you remain here,
you can advise as necessary.

Sorry, I think that's a mistake.

I'm not interested
in saving John Luther.

I want the full force of the law
stamping down on his face

before sunrise,
and I want your help to do it.

Are we clear on that?

Good. Then let's bring him in.

I know what you did, Ian.

You tried to make it look like
I killed her because you think,

if they're coming for me,
I can't come for you.

Well, you're wrong.
I am coming for you.

All I have to do is stay free
long enough to see you dead.

And I'll do that, Ian.

I'll see you dead.

'I'll see you dead.'

Justin. Justin?

Hey.

What do you think?

I don't know what to think.

Yeah, me neither.

Thing is, though,
if he didn't do it,

where the hell is he?

Perhaps he knows who did
it and he's gone after them.

Whatever happens, all right,

if you hear from him,

you contact me, OK?

Not Teller, not Schenk.

Me. He needs his friends.

Yeah, of course.

I'm sorry for your loss.

I didn't lose her.

She was taken from me.

You know why?

The truth is, we're not here
to talk "why". That comes later.

Right now, it's all about "who".

Meaning John Luther.

That is a possibility.
It's something we're looking into.

Oh, I can't tell you the time,
since I met Zoe,

I've had to talk about this guy,
John. John, John,

poor John. Needy John. Broken John.

I need to know anything
that might have happened between

John Luther and Zoe,
over the last few days...

They were seeing each other. Seeing?

Yep, sleeping together.

When did you find out?

Look, I stayed with friends tonight.
You've only got to ask them.

We know where you were. When did
you find out about John and Zoe?

About a day and a half ago.

I said to her, "Choose.
Choose between us,

"but stick with your choice.

And she chose me.

She chose me...

..and she paid for it.

If that turns out to be the case,
you must never blame yourself.

If you pull the trigger on another
human being, the responsibility
for that is yours and yours alone.

If John killed Zoe,

I will not rest until I see him
punished for it.

If you'll excuse me.

I'll have another officer come
and take an official statement.

Sorry, I, um...

No, no, it's me.

Sorry, I'm miles away.

Is this actually happening?

No. In a few minutes, I'll wake up
and my alarm's going to go off.

By the time I get in to work, I'll
have forgotten I ever dreamt it.

Um, he, he just called me.

Who?

Who'd you think? When? Just now.

What did he say? Where is he?

He just said that I did it. Again.

Oh, Ian.

'I know what you did, Ian.

'You're trying to make it look
like I killed her,

'because you think
if they're coming for me,

'then I can't come for you.
Well, you're wrong.'

I just don't understand it.

Why would he project it onto me?

I don't know what to do.

I'm telling you this -
it feels like I'm...

betraying him, you know?

It doesn't matter, now you've told
me. See if you can track the phone,

get a lead on where he might be.

Yeah, OK. If we can pin this
mess on mental illness,

then I can't be held accountable
and the unit might survive.

OK, all right. Wow, I hadn't
really thought of that.

You don't have to think like that.
I do.

I should never have taken him back.

Oh, I knew the risk!

God knows they warned me,
"He's nitro glycerine."

I didn't listen, because I was
so bent on making it work.

I just so wanted to make it work!

Boss.

It's not your fault.

It's not your fault.

If you wanted a key,
all you had to do was ask.

I didn't think you slept.

Oh, only lightly
and not for very long.

Why are you here?

I just needed a place to think.

About what?

Zoe's dead.

Are we speaking figuratively?

No.

Did you kill her?

Would it matter? To me?

Well, it's nice to see you
retain your sense of humour.

I mean it.

Well, I liked her.

But if you killed her,
I'm sure you had a reason.

Well, I didn't.

Fine.

Who did?

He only smashed symbols of her
relationship with this new chap.

Makes for a very intimate scene.

And we know that he
smashes things when he's angry.

All of which tends to align us
in Luther's direction.

Unless this was
staged for our benefit.

By whom?

Mr North?

It's worth considering, surely.

Well, even if he
didn't have an alibi,

when a man stages a murder scene,
he tends to make it look like

how he thinks it should.

It's always wrong.
But this scene is...

consistent with the thesis.

To stage such a scene...

correctly, would require
a very chilly heart.

Which doesn't seem
compatible with a crime of rage.

But it's not right.

Tell me how.

This kind of killing -
jealous husband, sex,
rage and all the rest of it.

You'd expect a knife,
a bludgeon of some kind. A fist.

Not a gun.

You don't like the choice of weapon,
so that makes Luther innocent?

I want him to be innocent.

But, if he's not, then I'll do my
job properly and without hesitation.

That's a very brave answer.

It's not supposed to be.
It's just the way it is.

So...are you going to kill him?

I've thought about it.

That's all I've thought about.

Then why are you here?

I just need a safe place to think.

You know, in 1988, two psychologists
published an article

arguing
that "positive self-deception"

is a normal and advantageous part
of most people's lives.

It turns out, people lie to
themselves about three things.

They view themselves in
implausibly positive ways,

they think they have
far more control over their lives

than they actually do,

and they believe the future
will be better than

the evidence of the present can
possibly justify.

But you're way beyond that now.

You're on the other side
of that particular mirror.

Lying to yourself...

isn't going to help any more.

So, please,

tell me again.

Why are you here?

Alice, I need you to help me.

You're asking me
to be your accomplice?

Yes.

Excellent.

Where do we start?

Hello?

'Justin. Can you talk?'

Er, absolutely, yeah, I can talk.

'You at the house?' Er, yeah.

It wasn't me.

Yeah, I know, I think.

If Luther was going to do
something like this,

he'd make it look like
Mark North did it.

'He might be insane, but he's not
stupid.' You're a good man, Justin.

So where are you right now?

You wouldn't believe me
if I told you.

I don't doubt it. Any info your end?

No, I'm not going to compromise
you more than I have to, OK?

But don't trust Ian Reed.

Sorry, it's a bit clattery
over here. Can you repeat that?

Don't trust Ian Reed.

Um, can you run the details by me?
'Not now.'

Who is that? Um, one moment.
Telephone intelligence.

Trace on Luther's phone. No news.

Um, OK, I'm going to need
a brief precis of what you've got.

Soon as you like.

Well, as soon as there's time,
I will explain.

We may have found the gun.

Did you get that? I got that.

Got it.

It's a 9mm Beretta.

Pass it to me
and I'll clear the chamber.

Chamber clear. Bag it.

Forensics in the house
are circumstantial.
This gun is hard evidence.

And I don't want it
contaminated or "going missing"

as a consequence of some
police officer's

misguided sense of loyalty.
Seriously?

They're good men,

but sometimes goodness attracts
its own temptations.

'So what do we do?'

'Well, first rule of evidence -

'limit the amount of transfers.'

Take it to the lab ourselves.

They found it.

Found what?

The gun.

You didn't pull the trigger,
it doesn't matter.
It's got no value as evidence.

No, but if Ian Reed left a gun,
he left it for a reason.

Meaning?

There was a gun.

There was a gun, I touched it,
I gave it to him.

It's got my fingerprints all over it.
If that's the gun he used on Zoe...

my fingerprints are all he needs.

And so? So it's on its way to
ballistic testing,

fingerprint analysis,

DNA analysis.

Well, if that happens,
it's over for you. If that happens.

But it's not going to happen.

They're leaving from there, taking
the evidence to there. We're here.

We can get there before them
as long as Schenk doesn't use
the blues and twos.

What do you know about stealing cars?
Nothing. Doesn't matter.

Because I know
everything about stealing cars.
Did you get anything for my...

Hmm, thank you.

They'll know it's you.
You're not an easy man to disguise.

That's not the point.
Well, what is?

Deniability.

Look, if we get caught...
I say you forced me to help.

You threatened my life.

You're not even joking, are you?
Absolutely not.

What's wrong?

Do you ever step outside yourself,
wonder what you're doing

and think you've gone mad?

No.

Look, you and I

are who we are.

You need to know this.
Of all the people in the world,

I will never betray you.

We're on Iron Road.

'Should be around 20 minutes.

'Over.'

Are you armed?

No. You?
No. Urgent assistance required.
Repeat - urgent assistance required.

Where is it?

In the glove box. Glove box? Yeah.

Wait, hit me.

What? You've got to hit me, you've
got to make it look right. Go on.

This will achieve nothing. You're
not acting in a reasonable way.

Justin. What's happening?

He took the gun.

What do you mean?
What do you mean, "he took the gun"?

'We were taking it to the lab.
He intercepted us,
DCI Schenk and me.' Shit.

All right.

OK, you listen to me.

You need to come in.

All right?

We need to start facing facts.
What do you mean?

I mean, he's not behaving
like an innocent man, is he?

Why did you do it?

Do what?

Your parents.

Because I wanted to.

How could you want that?

Well, let's put Ian Reed
in a room with you
and then talk about who wants what.

Are you sure
you don't want to keep this?

No.

No guns.

Suit yourself.

Maintenance!

It's him.

What do you want, Ian?

I just want to talk.

'You sound scared. Are you scared?'

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm scared.
'Yeah, you should be.'

You should be scared.

'I can't handle this.
I can't deal with this, John.'

It's in my brain.

'It's like my head's
full of spiders.'

I can't stand it.
I think I'm going mad.

Honestly, mate. I can't stand it...

That's not going to stop me
coming for you.

Look, I can't undo it.

All right? I wish I could.

Hand to God...

..if I could go back,
I'd rather it was me that was dead.

'I'd rather be dead
than go through this.'

That can be arranged...

'Ian.'

Listen, just meet me, OK?

'Please.

'Just, er, just hear
what I've got to say.

'And then, after that,
whatever happens is in your hands.'

All right then.

Nine o'clock.

Faraday Memorial.

You're not going to do
what he wants?

Yes, I am.

Should you be at home?

It's just cracked a rib.
I'll be fine.

OK.

Do we have any idea of
the accomplice's ID, the woman?

Um, I don't know. Young, white.

Slim build. Also wore a stocking.

She didn't speak?
Neither of them spoke.

But it was Luther?

It was Luther.

You're 100% positive?

He wore a cursory disguise,
a stocking-mask,

but given that, I'd say...95%.

Do you know what a decent defence
calls 95%? Reasonable doubt.

Was it him?

On balance, I'd guess so. Yes.

You'd "guess"?

I couldn't swear to it.
He killed his wife, Zoe!

He's stolen the only hard evidence
we have to convict him!

He busted your ribs! Wake up!

Stop protecting him! I'm not.

John just called.

He wants to set up a meeting.

Rose, Rose, I can't use this.

If we put you there, unprotected,
he's going to kill you.

It's not going to come to that.
He's convinced you killed his wife.

He's delusional. So it may come to
that. Listen, I trust him.

It'll be all right. I can bring him
in. I'm not sending you in naked.

No more than I like doing it. But
this is John we're talking about.

Look, you owe him nothing.

He owes you. He owes us both.

You're not going in there
unprotected. Final word.

All right, but I'm not using this.

So what kind of thing
you talking about?

Tactical weapons support.
If it looks for one moment...

Oh, no, no. ..your life's in danger,
I give the order.

Rose... All right, we do it
like this or we don't do it at all.

Your call.

All right, OK, fine.

Fine.

Bring in the shooters.

Don't speak. Drive.

You and I...have been through
something today.

And that makes us...
comrades in arms.

Yeah, I suppose.

And so as a comrade,
I'm asking you...

what's troubling you?

Eh? In what way?

People like you and me,
we know how people look

when they're hiding something.

Is this an accusation? Of what?

An atypical reaction to betrayal?

What do you want?
To know what you think.

About what?

Luther's psychotic.

He claims to believe Detective Chief
Inspector Reed killed his wife.

If that's so, why did he go to the
trouble of stealing back that gun?

It doesn't fit
the delusional framework.

No. I suppose not.
So what's going on in Luther's head?

Who can say?

Well, who indeed?

Arrgh!

Hey! Mark, listen to me.

Listen to me!

I didn't do it.

It wasn't me.

Luther set the meet...

here.

For what? A chat?

Apparently. No, he's lying.

Of course he's lying, but why?

You need to be there at 9am.
They'll be leaving, they'll ask
you to wait until they return.

You'll be alone. And then what?

Then you say you want to leave.
They can't stop you.

Then you come back to me.

You're putting Reed
at considerable risk.

I'm mindful of that, sir.
But he's right.

This is the best way
to bring Luther in.

And Reed?

Reed will be elsewhere.

CO-19?

Kitted and ready to go.

And if circumstances warrant,
you won't hesitate
to give the kill order?

Absolutely not.

OK, OK.

You're not coming?

This doesn't fall within my compass,
for which I'm grateful.

I've no desire
to see what happens next.

You know, you don't
have to be there.

I do.

We ready?

I need to speak to you.

OK. Of course. Just that we have
a live situation right...

That's OK. I can wait.
You sure? Absolutely.

I'll look after Mr North.
There's really no need.

Nonsense. I'll keep you
company until the others return.

Mr North, if I may?

This isn't going to work
if you can't control your temper.

It's a weakness. He'll use it.

I can control it. Well, you'd better.

If I understand correctly, police
marksmen don't shoot to wound.

No. They shoot to stop.

Go for the centre of mass.

Here. The heart.

How apropos.

There he is, by the stairs.

Sergeant? We've got a clear shot and
good to go. On my order. Not before.

Received and understood.

What do you want me to do?

Kill you?

Forgive you?

I don't understand
how you could believe I did this.

You've changed your tune since
the last time we spoke, Ian.

No, John.

I believe you did it, Ian,
because you did it!

If you really
believe that, deep down,

then why did you steal the gun?
'The gun.

'Yeah, you did a decent job
with that.'

But it's gone now.

And so is the only piece of hard
evidence they've got against me.

So whatever you're trying to do
to save yourself, it's over.

It's done.

You're not answering my question.
I think I am!

'But if you didn't do it,

'how could there be any
hard evidence against you?

'How's that possible?'
What are you trying to say?

'I've spoken to the doctors, John.'

And what's happening to you,
is called a dissociative state.

It's the mind distancing itself

from things that are too much
for it to process.

You blame me because you can't bear
to confront what you've done.

You're in pain, you're distressed.

You need help. So come home.
All right? Let us help you.

Thing is, Ian, you didn't come alone,
did you?

Wouldn't have the balls.

No, you came with CO-19, who,

right now, have their assault rifles
trained on my centre of mass.

And we do not shoot to stop.

Not in our game, no. We shoot to
kill! Ain't that right, fellas?

Sergeant?
Still clear and good to go.

Ain't that right, boss? You got
the centre of mass, right here.

That's what we're here for, isn't
it?! You prod me, you wind me up,

I lose it, I threaten your life.

And then you have a legal reason
to shoot me.

Bang, bang. There goes your problems
out the window.

'Oh, Luther, couldn't contain
his temper.'

John, John listen to me.
You're ill.

Ha-ha! And you're sick!

I wonder...are you even interested
in why I've come here

if I knew what you was up to?

I don't know. Maybe you wanted
to get something off your chest.

About something you did
to Henry Madsen, maybe?

'Oh, nice try, no, no.
I've got nothing to confess.'

Henry Madsen fell. And you know
how hard I tried to save him.

I know how hard you tried.

No, I...

I came out here...

Still clear, still clear.

(..to get you away from
the locker rooms...)

What's he saying?

..where you're keeping the diamonds.

Or where you were, up until
about five minutes ago.

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear, oh, dear.

Tick, tick, tick.
I wonder where they could have gone.

I didn't hurt Zoe, John.

Ian, do me a favour. What?

Don't say her name.

Not any more. No more. All right?
It's over.

What can I do to prove it? Just tell
me. Tell me, tell me what I can do.

I thought I could listen to this.

I thought I could stand here
and listen to you lie!

To my face! Even now!

How can you stand there and lie,
like it's nothing?

'Because I didn't do it!' He goes
for a weapon, you take the shot.

'I didn't do it. I loved Zoe, John.

She was like family to me.

Wait to see a weapon,
wait to see a weapon...

So please, for her. For Zoe.
Please just come home. Don't!

I love you too, man. Don't say that!

You piece of shit!

All I want to do is hear you say it.
Just say it one time.

Just say what you did.

Say it to me.

Ian, mate, say it to me now!

I can't! Say it!

'No, because I didn't do it, John!'

You did.

He's got a knife. 'You killed her.'

It's your fault!

Do it. Take the shot. John! Run!

Run!

You got a shot, ma'am.

Hold your fire! Hold your fire.
Don't shoot him in the back.

All units, be alert.

Suspect John Luther leaving the area
on foot, heading south-east, fast.

Shit! Head him off! Stop him.

Do you know what you've done?

Yes, I do, ma'am.
Don't "ma'am" me.

Badge!

Arrest this man.

Come on! Argh!

Come on!

How'd it go?

I got what I wanted. And how close
did you come to getting shot?

I didn't get shot.
Fine. Your funeral.

That dick! Let it go. Would you?

"Run, John". What was he thinking?

He thought he was
being John's friend

and it's already
cost him everything. So let it go.

What, you suspended him?

And charged him as an accessory.

Ripley's finished.

That's what being John's friend
does for you in the end.

We all pay the price for it.
Come on, let's get back.

Just, um...

..once more, if I may.

Um, Luther came to see you,

er, he was distressed...
He was greatly distressed, yeah.

It feels unseemly
to keep probing this,

such a raw wound, so soon.

I must ask what he said.
He said he didn't do it.

Well, I suppose all things
are possible,

although not equally.

Is this going to take much longer?
No, I, er,

think I've got
everything I want from you...

If I could just ask you
to wait a little bit longer.

The insight you've given
into his mental state,

it may be of value...

Can I please use the bathroom?
Of course.

All right. Get on with it.

Ian?

Thank you.

I'm sorry. The, um, um, bathroom?

I was... Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, it's out there, on the right.

The, um...flush is broken
on the cubicle nearest the wall.

You might want to watch that.

I will, thank you.

Listen, er...

I'm sorry...

for your loss. She was very special.

That's very kind. She was.

Excuse me.

I, er, I need to be away from here.

Oh, yes,
possibly that's the best thing.

We could arrange an escort,

a protective detail?
I don't think Luther will be back.

Even so, I, er,
I hope you're not on your own.

It isn't healthy.

Yes, I, er, I have somewhere to go...

As you wish.

It's Mark. I'm on my way.

All right.

Hi, this is DCI Reed.
Can you do me a favour?

Er, can you run me
a trace and track?

OK, it's Mark North...

'Tick, tick, tick.
Where they could have gone.'

'John! Run!

'Run!

'John! Run!

'Run!'

How long did you want to become
a police officer, Justin?

Since I can remember.

And why?

Why a police officer?

Does it matter?

Big family?

Yeah, pretty big.

They're proud of you?

Yes.

Family's important to you, isn't it?

Family,

loyalty, trust.

And rules are important, too.

Aren't they? Yes.

Yes!

So why throw it all away
for nothing?

You're not a fool.

What have you got to lose?

Your pride, your self respect?

Your job?

Well, they're all gone!

Something's happening that
no-one else can quite see.

Well, I want to see it!

What's happening?!

Excuse me. What is it, Martin?

We need to find
Detective Chief Inspector Reed.

Most urgently.

Urgh!

Ssh.

So you've got North doing your
dirty work for you.

Your dead wife's boyfriend,
stealing evidence.

What is it about you, John?
You corrupt everything around you.

You turn everything to shit.

All this.

All this, what you did.

For what? For greed?

Because you were scared?

Well, now look. What do you
want me to say, John, huh?

What, that I wish
I hadn't killed Zoe?

I do. I wish I hadn't.

I didn't go there meaning to.

But I did.

And so, now we're here,
just do what you got to do.

All right, just commit.
She begged you.

Come on! Just get it over with.
It'll be a relief. I'm sick of this.

I know.

I didn't come to kill you, Ian.

'What, that I wish
I hadn't killed Zoe?

'I do. I wish I hadn't...'

What, so all this -

bringing me here, sending her
boyfriend to the station,

stealing the diamonds -
that was all a play?

You set me up for a confession?
Pretty much.

If I was you, I'd have killed me.
Nothing I'd like to do more.

Do it, come on. I've come so far,
I don't even care.

You know this is the end for me.

No.

Why not? Because I choose not to.

Did she ever tell you
about her and me? Zoe?

Oh, no, she didn't.
Of course she didn't. I knew that.

What do you mean?

It started one night...

You'd stayed away working,
once too often.

That's not going to work, Ian.
She cried afterwards.

Yeah, washed the sheets.

That's one of the memories
I've got of her - crying,

naked, stuffing the sheets
into a machine.

Calling me an arsehole, a bastard.

She still made me do
it again before I left.

It's not going to work. She told
I taught her how to really come.

Ian, you can't play me.
You can't make me shoot you.

You can't choose.

No, no, no, no, no, no,
I can't play you!

You're John Luther!
Who sees all, knows all!

Come on, John.

after a marriage that long, that
unhappy, with a woman that needy?

Oh, there must have been
quite a few.

Maybe you knew about some of them,
deep down. But you know what?

I think I was her favourite.

No more, Ian!
Because I was her revenge.

Every orgasm she took from me
was to pay you back. Enough!

How does it feel, eh? You murderer.
Come on, how does it feel, tell me?

No.

No. Ian Reed,

I'm arresting you
for the murder of Zoe Luther...

Arrgh!

You should have done it, John!

Now look what
you're making me do. Look!

Don't...

Now look what you're making me do!
Ian...

You should have stopped me, John!

Ian!

Are you?

Yeah. He swore
he wasn't going to kill you.

He thought the humiliation
of prison would be worse.

The beatings, the rapes,

the incessant fear for your life,
but I told him,

"No, John, you're wrong.

"Dying would be worse."

Because well, honestly,
it is, isn't it?

Dying's just worse.

So...

Do I pull the trigger or not?

No! Alice!

Well, I'm in favour.

Which leaves us 50-50,
with one vote left to cast. Mark?

What do you think?

You're a liar.

He is a liar. Deciding vote, Mark.

Alice.

Alice, don't.

Wasn't it enough to take her life?
Where is your respect?

Where is your shame?! She didn't
look like a whore, though, did she?

Don't listen to him.

Don't listen to him.
I mean, not dressed, anyway.

But strip her down,
roll her round a bit.

Ooh... Stop, stop, STOP!

OK, listen!

Ian, stop!
Mark, I know how much you want

to see him die, but don't do it.

I mean she had a few good
rides left in her.

Do it! Do it! Do it! Ian, no!

No, no, no!

Oh, no.

Now what?

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