All language subtitles for Luther - 1x02 - Episode 2.HDTV.BiA.en

You're going to fall, Henry.
Please. Please.

Alice Morgan is a
malignant narcissist.

This is about prestige, power,
self-affirmation.

She killed her parents.
No forensics, no witnesses.

Send her home!

I still love you, Zoe. You care more
about the dead than the living.

That's where your heart is.

Do you love him?

Just leave her alone, right?

MOBILE RINGS

Hello, John.
Alice, you may be very, very clever.

But you're wrong.
There is love in the world.

So you lose.

Lima Sierra 219 to Control. Confirm,
we do have a white male down.

Mid 20s, possible
gun shot wounds, over.

'Received, Lima Sierra 219.
Ambulance en route,

'ETA four minutes, over.'

GUNSHOTS

GUNSHOT

GUNSHOT

# 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. #

'Thank you for coming in so early.

'As you know, DCI Luther is
facing a charge of assault
occasioning actual bodily harm.

'These are matters we take
very seriously indeed.'

But I need to know from you,
Mr North, without prejudice,
exactly what happened yesterday.

Did DCI Luther assault you?

Look, er, the truth is...

DCI Luther was defending himself.

I'm not proud to tell you this,
but I threw the first punch.

And, er, quite honestly, I thought
the police were heavy handed.

'I will ask you to sign
a statement to this effect.'

'That's why I'm here.'

MOBILE RINGS

'This is DCI John Luther,
leave a message.'

I know how hard that was for you.

I'm fine.

I might work from
home today, though.

Thank you.

You might want to try
answering your phone.

Get a reputation for answering
phones and all they do is ring.

You spoken to Zoe?

No.

Then, you should know that
Mark North gave you a pass.

He's not pressing charges.

So how about we finish
this chat away from the edge?

D'you never do this?

Come up to a really high place and
wonder what it would be like

just to fall? Fall or jump?

Same thing. I beg to differ.

But, mostly I go home,
watch America's Next Top Model.

Don't you worry you're on the
devil's side without even knowing?

No.

Just let it go, John.
I already let him go.

Just didn't finish the job
off properly, did I?

And nobody shed a tear.
That doesn't make it right.

Makes it a little bit
less wrong, though.

So, you going to jump?

Probably not.

Well, then I'm bored of this game.

You going back to the factory?

I've been on 18 hours straight, I'm
going home, mate. You should try it.

I might.

MOBILE BEEPS

Or I might not.

This is Mike Eppley.

Over here, this is Steve Gorman.

Yeah.

You knew them? A little bit.

Sorry. Don't be sorry.

If you see Gorman and Eppley,
you go blind. See the scene.

Tell me what you see.

Right. Well, Gorman was
shot at close range...

double tap to the chest.

Entry wounds are two,
three inches apart.

That's good shooting, that is.

And this blood here, it's real but
it won't be the shooter's.

It looks staged, to me.

Staged. Look, look, look.

This is an execution.

It can't be. The shooter
wouldn't know they'd attend this
call-out.

No, I didn't say he was
targeting Gorman and Eppley.

I said it was an execution.

I don't understand what that means.

Nor do I. Excuse me, bag that.

Grab that. Thank you.

All right.

Morning, Corinne.

Any suspects, John? Off the record?

You've got my number.
Yeah memorised. Six, six, six.

Direct line.

Anything?
Er, yeah, could be.

Cobden Lane links Northlight Road
and Stockwood Hill. Yeah.

Less than three minutes after the
shooting, this man crossed the road

0.5km from the Stockwood Hill exit.
Is that it?

Well, we're lucky to get that.
Yeah, where does he go?

Ducks behind shops on Hamilton Row.
Behind that, there's another lane.

Gives out onto allotments,
gardens, a canal. No more CCTV?

Coverage is spotty at best.

Plus, most cameras in the area have
been vandalised. Vandalised, when?

Er, well, four were reported down...

Four went down Monday night.

Yeah, the shooter would have
tooken them out, wouldn't he?

All right, so we need to review
the footage going back seven days

before the sabotage, see if we
can't find our man on his recce.

Can I hear that 999 call again?

Yeah.

'There's been a shooting.
A man's lying face-down at the
Northlight end of Cobden Lane.'

Yeah, listen to that,
that's a very efficient call.

No ambiguity, just
essential information.

People leaving crime scenes, yeah,

they hunch, look at the
ground, avoid eye-contact.

Look at him,
straight back, square shoulders.

He's alert, he's calm, he's
aware of his surroundings.

I bet you any money,
he's armed forces.

What, you get that from this?

You ever been in a pub, bar,
whatever and you know,

you just know
the guy next to you is a copper?

Yeah, sometimes. Yeah,
well, I grew up around soldiers.

The way he walks, talks, shoots.

That's a soldier.

All right, so we need to look up
army personnel

that have suffered
at the hands of the police.

Dig up aggravated arrest complaints
filed by veterans on behalf of

themselves, friends, family,
all right? It'll be a long list.

Soldiers back from war
don't find it easy.

They get depressed, they drink,
they fight, they get arrested.

This was an execution.

I'm not saying the assassin
was targeting Gorman and Eppley.

But I'm saying, what if he was
targeting their uniforms?

MOBILE RINGS
Hm?

Right, I get it. I'm on it.

What do you want?

'I've been reading Bertrand
Russell to a friend of yours.'

"Often, the good suffer,
and the wicked prosper,

"and one hardly knows which of
those is the more annoying."

What are you talking about?
Where, where are you?

If only he could speak.
What tales he could tell.

What are you playing at, Alice?

I'm investigating you.
I don't know what that means.

What it means? I am curious about
how Henry came to be here like this.

Well, there's no need to be curious.

He killed children,
he tried to run away, I caught him,

he fell.
And who actually believes that?

Everyone that matters.

Zoe, for example?

Yes.

Because do you know what I think?

I can't imagine. 'I think
you gave in to your true nature,

'just for a second
and let him fall.'

And you couldn't take it. You
gave in to guilt and self-loathing.

How am I doing?

Not so well. 'But mostly,
you were terrified that Zoe might'

discover what you'd done and learn
what kind of man you actually are.

You don't know anything about
me, let alone my marriage.

Well, I can always ask her myself.
See what she says.

Alice, I know this is just a
sport to you but you need to stop.

Just stop.

Don't go anywhere near Zoe.
Anywhere near her.

And don't say a word about this
to anyone, do you understand me?

Why, exactly? Are you scared of
what I'll find out or what she will?

Hey, have we got anything?

Half a dozen names hit key markers.

Mostly drunk and disorderly,
aggravated assault.

But I'm thinking,
"Nah, it's not enough for our boy."

Broaden the search parameters.

Veterans from the first Gulf War,
Northern Ireland,

Falklands...
He's in there somewhere.

'Police say the killer
is armed and extremely dangerous.'

Members of the public who see him,
should not attempt to apprehend him,

but immediately dial 999.
Police, at present,

are refusing to comment on a
possible motive for the murders,

but re-assure the public that they
are doing everything possible...

Terry Lynch.
Ex-46 Commando, Royal Marines.

Decorated veteran.

18 months ago, killed a police
officer while resisting arrest.

I remember this.
Dennis Sorrel. Decent bloke.

Lynch was in a bar,
got into an argument.

Sorrel was the first responder,
tried to calm things down.

Lynch glassed him. Sorrel bled out.
Yeah.

And Lynch pleaded "combat stress".

That's maybe not so mad
as it sounds.

About 10% of the prison population
is comprised of veterans,

12,000 from Iraq and Afghanistan.

I don't care what he did
at Goose Green, Desert Storm,

Operation Enduring Freedom.

It doesn't give him a free pass
to kill coppers!

Anyway, he can't be our man. He's
inside - "life without possibility."

Well, this is his son, Owen Lynch.

Also 46 Commando.
Returned from Afghanistan last year.

Forced to leave under
"administrative discharge",

which means he
had mental health issues.

Army left him high and dry.
Got an address?

Statement from his wife, Rachel.

She threw him out. "The man who
came back wasn't the man who left."

He's taken it out on her once
too often, she's thrown him out.

That was the last time
he was on the radar,

until Gorman and Eppley last night.

Gorman and Eppley had nothing to do
with his father being sent down? No.

Is this as bad as it sounds?

Yeah, false alarm. Prank call.
That's me done for the day.

Put the kettle on, over.

Boss! We've got another officer
down. Harthill Estate.

Come on!

SIRENS BLARE

Where was the shooter?

He turned the corner
into the street down here.

He just walked right up and shot her.
Point blank? In the abdomen.

This isn't right. Sir?

Well, last night, he fires
four perfect shots in the dark.

Today, in broad daylight, he
messes up and leaves Hanson alive.

That's not right.

It's not right, it's not right.

Oh, no.

Everyone, take cover!

'After an unprecedented six
fatalities in less than 24 hours,

'there is a sense
on the streets of London

'that the police presence
is being greatly reduced

'in response to these killings.

'Despite the Metropolitan Police's
strident denials,

'can the emergency services
afford to maintain their 999

'response commitment
to ordinary people of the capital?

'This is Corinne Day,
BBC News, London.'

You all right? 'Thank you, Corinne.
And now to other news.' Yeah.

No. I've never been shot at before.

You know, there's people
you can speak to these days.

If you need to.

What, like a counsellor?

Yeah. Why not?

If my dad knew if I'd seen a
counsellor, he'd shoot me himself.

All right, everyone!
Roll up, roll up.

Orders from on high.

All personnel will be issued with
bullet-proof vests, where available.

Now, I know "where available"
isn't what you want to hear,

but it's the best we can do,
there we go.

Any questions?

Good.

Now, this has been a bad day.

The worst day most of us
have seen on the job.

Looking around, I'm reminded
that many of us are old fossils

with quite a few bad days behind us.

So, what we're going to do, ladies
and gents, is sniff out this bastard,

then show him and the rest of the
world that no-one can do this to us.

So, let's get out there and get him.

Let's have it, then!

My name is Owen Lynch,
ex-46 Commando, Royal Marines.

This is my dad... Terry Lynch,

also 46 Commando, Royal Marines.

He was at Bluff Cove when they shot
down an Argentine jet using rifles.

After that,
he did two tours in County Armagh.

His final tour
was in the Helmand Province.

Last year, he went to prison for
a crime that would never have been

committed if this country had given
him the respect that he deserved.

But that doesn't happen.

More men who served in the Falklands
have committed suicide since

than died in the war itself.

That may soon be true of men
serving in Iraq and Afghanistan.

My dad was defending himself
from a belligerent arrest.

He shouldn't
be in prison for murder.

Police officers will continue to die
until justice is done.

No negotiations
will be entered into

and there will be no
further communication from me.

Freedom for Terry Lynch.

LUTHER SIGHS

How many views so far?

30,000. And counting.

All major news media outlets
have picked up on it.

It's out there, it's not coming back.

He hardly mentions himself.

Does that not strike you as weird?

I mean,
he's just got back from the war,

his life's in shreds, but this
whole declaration's about what

his dad's done and what his dad's
achieved, where his dad served.

Find out whether Owen's visited
Terry Lynch in prison. Sir.

MOBILE RINGS

Er, I've got to get this.

'Stop stalking me, Alice,
you're yesterday's news.'

Yes,
I heard about the dead policemen.

I was worried about you, John.

About what,
that someone else might get me?

I know how hard men like you
take the death of fellow officers.

It must be like losing family.

I'm not discussing cases with you.

Not even interesting ones?

This isn't "interesting".

These are good cops
doing good jobs,

being gunned down on the streets,
like... Like what?

That's something we all do,
in the end -

judge who's worth more than whom.

Hitler or Ghandi?

The very young, the very old?

But to be fair most of us don't
do it to the extent that you do.

But it does mean the difference
between us is one of degree,

not category. Ask Henry Madsen.
All right, you win, OK?

You're too clever for me, Alice.

Flattery to appease a malignant
narcissist - a frivolous tactic.

Are you afraid of me?

Yes. Why? You know why.
Do you want me to leave you alone?

Yes, I do. Then answer my questions.
Why? To help with my investigation.

I've got means, opportunity.

You still haven't given me motive.
Why did you let Henry Madsen fall?

I can't say
what you want to hear, OK?

Do you think Zoe could
clarify the situation for me?

You shoved a knife in her ear, so I
think she'll be disinclined to chat.

It wasn't a knife
and I wasn't asking permission.

And believe me, if I pay
her a visit, she'll talk.

Oi, listen,
I don't respond well to threats.

Hmm, I think coffee,
do you want some?

Tea. Tea?

PHONE RINGS

Is it John?

John?

Have you got a minute?
Not to argue, I don't.

No, just, er,
I want to ask you something.

Erm, I need you to leave London.

Not for long. Just a few days.

Go to your mum and dad's or,
erm, Mark's parents, whatever.

What's wrong? Why?
I've received a viable threat.

What kind of a threat?
From Alice Morgan.

He's playing mind games.
It's a control thing.

He wants to control you.
He always did. You don't know him!

It's pathetic.
What is he going to do next?

He's going to bang you on the head,
drag you to a cave by the hair?

Do you like this kind of thing?
This controlling, macho bullshit?

I can't believe you're
being so childish about this.

I can't believe you let this man
turn you into such an arsehole.

He received a threat. Says him.

Oh, come on, we're not interrogating
your masculinity here!

We don't have to worry about that.
I'm secure enough

to weather any comparison you
care to make with your ex-husband.

Of course you are. And you
shouldn't be questioning my motives.

It's just...
Look, John knows this stuff

and if he thinks we should leave,

I honestly think
we should take him seriously.

Do you know what I think? What,
this last half hour wasn't it?

You know what I think?

If there was a threat,
a genuine threat to your safety,

there would already be a
security detail outside the door.

Zoe, the police look after
their own. He's lying.

I don't know why he's lying,
but he's lying.

That's really not fair.

Well, a simple solution.

Why don't we just pick up the phone
and dial his boss?

See what she thinks
about this threat.

I got what you wanted.
Footage from the prison?

OK, you're looking at Owen Lynch's
most recent visit to his dad,

just over two weeks ago.
Er, no audio, of course.

No hugs. No smiles.

Owen's nervous.
Whatever Terry's saying,

Owen's finding it
profoundly stressful.

When did Terry lose his appeal?
About a month ago.

So this is what, two weeks ago?
Yeah.

Do you know what we're looking at?

We're looking at Owen
receiving his orders.

Crikey.

Don't tell me.

I've got a visitor.

Gotcha.

Right, you brief John,
I'll trace this number.

Two schoolgirls are coming home
from Sunday school one day

and one turns to the other and says,
"Do you believe in the devil?"

The other one says,
"Don't be silly, of course not.

"The devil's like Santa.

"It's only your dad." Ha-ha-ha.

I always thought that was funny.

The thing is about little boys
is that

they worship their dads like gods.

The more invisible he is,

the more arbitrary
in his punishment and rewards,

the more they crave his approval.

I know what it must be like
for Owen. My dad was a soldier.

First Armoured Division,
Seventh Armoured Brigade.

So, Germany, mostly.

Canada, little bit of Cyprus.

I bet your old man was a right
old hard bastard, weren't he?

Well, see it was tough for him,
you see. Cos here I am, a big lad,

eager to please,

wanting to care about the things
he cared about - army, sports.

No, there was nothing.

He wanted me to box.

I just wanted to read books,
write, meet girls.

In the end, I just gave up
trying to make him proud,

cos I just knew
it was never going to happen.

But this daft bastard,
he hasn't given up, though, has he?

More than anything,
he just wants to make his dad proud.

I tell you,

I know you gave him a job to do,

but I don't think you quite
appreciate the implications.

In crimes like this,
half the offenders end up

shooting themselves in the face.
The others get shot by police.

Your boy's going to die,
unless you help him.

Oh, yeah?

By doing what?

Go on camera. Tell him to stop.
Rescind the order.

All right, I could do that, yeah.

But? A reduction in sentence.

That's not going to happen, Terry.
You killed a police officer.

I'm not asking for a pardon.
I'm asking for a reduction.

You know, I got life for murder.

Should've been five
for manslaughter, with diminished.

Now, I'll take that,
with time served.

Even if there was a precedent,
there'd be no time.

I don't know about that, cos Owen
can look after himself, can't he?

He could be out there for weeks,
mate, before you catch him.

Weeks and weeks... This is
your son we're talking about!

And you're sitting in here, killing
him. Not if you give me what I want.

You're not getting what you want!

Five years with time served
and transfer to an open prison.

Now, if you can do that for me,

you can come back and you can bring

all the cameras that you want.

Boss, we've triangulated the signal.

Static? Mobile? No movement.
He's keeping his head down.

Sensible boy.

This is Teller. We've got a
possible location for Owen Lynch.

We need to scramble Tactical Support.
Address?

We found a SIM card,
one number listed in the contacts.

Belongs to a Pay As You Go, which
we've traced to 185 Ellwyn Mews.

That's a vacant property,
overlooked by a trading estate.

Commercial.
Makes for a decent bolt hole.

Owen Lynch won't let himself
get caught. He'd rather die.

Yeah, and nobody seems to be
having much of a problem with that.

MOBILE RINGS

You worried about something?

Getting shot at, mostly.

That's it, is it?
Be a good boy. Use your words.

It's just, I've been thinking.

What? One number on the SIM card.
One number. One number, one son.

Yeah, I know, but it's niggling me.
On a day like this,

if all you've got's a niggle,
you're laughing, mate.

You're in prison,
got nothing else to think about

but one number,
one important number.

Well, you memorise it, don't you?

You don't write it down.
You memorise it.

Ian, we've got a Special Forces

nut job out there gunning down
uniforms. The phone is our sole lead.

All we can do is go in hard and noisy

and as ready
as it's humanly possible to be.

Tactical do their job and,
when it's done, we buy them a drink

and tell them their biceps are sexy.
Done? Yeah. Good, let's go.

Armed police! Lay down your weapons!

Armed police! Lay down your weapons!

Room clear! Room clear! Room clear!

Get out! Get out!

Oh, my god, get out!

'Repeat, CO19 were in the building.
People lost. Get ambulances now.'

CO19?

Four confirmed, six injured.

Well, if there's one thing
you learn from being in Iraq,
it's how to make an IED.

Lynch? Still searching. Helicopters,
ground units, dogs, door to door.

No sign.

But it was a remote-detonated bomb.

He had to be close by, watching.

I mean that puts him within...

500 metres, line of sight?

How can he just slip away like that?
All right, it's not your fault.

He wanted us to find that SIM card.

I bit down on it like a...

Mars Bar. Of course it's my fault.

It's official. As of five minutes
ago, the Owen Lynch operation
was passed up to Anti-Terrorism.

It's out of our hands.
All they're going to do
is give Terry Lynch what he wants.

More blood. More dead coppers.
We can't let them do that.

I don't have much choice, do I?
Look, we don't have to like it
but we do have to accept it.

We're off the case.
Suck it up, move on.

Where are you going?

Guv.

What's this now? Eppley's radio.

Right, listen, we use Airwave,
right? Secure, digital.

It's impossible for civilians to
by a scanner and listen in. And?

Owen swapped them, he swapped it.
You need to call Anti-Terrorism.

And tell them he's listening
to everything we say.

OK, but I need you to understand,
Detective Chief Inspector, that
alert them is all we can do.

We can't act on this information,
because this case is no longer ours.

Am I being transparent? Tell me
if I'm being at all ambiguous.

There's nothing we can do
with this, except pass it on.

There's nothing we can do cos
no-one knows where Owen Lynch is.

And he's going to keep killing until
someone finds him and stops him.

They'll find him.

Oh, yeah? How?

So, here's what's going to happen,
Anti-Terrorism's going to go in
big and noisy and Owen dies.

Yep, well, then, he dies happy
doesn't he, doing the job he loves.

That's more than most of us get.
It's a damn sight more than
you're going to get.

What's that then, eh?
You going to bash me up, are ya?

Or do you think I can't take a slap?

Oh, I'm sure you can take a slap.

I'm going to send my boy for you.

Yeah, you know picture the scene,
doorbell rings, kick. Bang.

Your skull goes splat, straight out.

So, go on then, do your worst.

I'd really like to.

But murdering people leaves a
lot of fuss and bother behind.

So, I thought no,
there's got to be another way.

Now, I know a lot of
people in this prison.

Lotta screws, lotta inmates,
lotta nasty people, really.

But they don't bother you.

Cos the thing about you, Terry,
is that you're a hard bastard,
aren't you?

I mean, you can't be seen
to be giving into threats

cos then you wouldn't be a hard
bastard any more.

And you'd rather die than lose all
the respect that you've earned
in here.

I'm going to strip you of that
dignity and make you the most
reviled prisoner in here.

I'd like to see you try.

I'm so glad you said that because
everyone knows I searched your cell.

It would be the easiest thing in
the world to show them that this

is what we found.

Yeah? Go on, have a look.

What you been up to,
you wonky bastard, eh?

Go on.

I have to tell you,
I haven't been able to

take a look at them myself but I am
told that none of those little boys
are more than nine years old.

It's giving you that little
thrill, isn't it?

No, there was Terry Lynch,
the hard man. But now there's
Terry Lynch, the nonce.

No, no, no-one would believe it.

No-one, right, that's what I
thought, no-one but then I thought
to myself, Terry's got a boy.

A boy. And he can get his boy
to do anything he tells him.

Hey, even kill cops.

What do you have to do to
a boy, to get him to do that,
to have that kind of control?

Terry, will you tell me?

Eugh, what did you do to young Owen?
What did you do?

This is a one time deal, Terry.

One time only.
So, you better give me what I want.

INCOMING CALL

Have you left yet?
No, we're still here.
What, I don't believe it. Why?

John, it's illegal to
threaten someone's life.

If Alice Morgan threatened me,
why don't you just arrest her?

I can't, OK?

Why not?

It's complicated. It always is.

What's this woman got on you?
What have you done?

Listen, I haven't got time for this,
all right.

I just need you to trust me.

Thing is, I'm not sure I do.

If I called Rose Teller, would she
know about this? Have you called her?

Not yet. Should I?

No, don't do that. Don't call her.

Well, that tells me
everything, doesn't it?

So, what's really going on?

What have you done? Listen,
I need you to trust me.

At the very least, I need you to
lock your doors, lock your windows.

And if anything happens,
you call me immediately.

So, you were right.

He's lying.

I've had 20 years.

When do I learn, it's 20 years.

God, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

When does this go out? Lead story,
main bulletin. You're definitely
sure about this?

Yeah. OK, let's go.

And we're rolling.

And as night falls on a stunned
capital, as police, ambulance and
fire crews respond to 999 calls

in full body armour, Corinne Day
has been talking to Detective Chief
Inspector John Luther. Hmm? What?

Senior Investigating Officer
of the so-called 999 shootings.

Detective Chief Inspector Luther,
what do we know about Owen
Lynch's motivations?

Well, we know that Owen prides
himself on being a soldier
from a long line of soldiers.

But we've interviewed his commanding
officers, his military doctors,
psychiatrists. Holy shit.

Oh, no. Sergeant Ripley!

Owen had an impressive number
of kills to his name, they were
very aware of his character flaws.

What flaws are they? Well,
Owen was never soldier material.

He was a maladjusted child who was
raised on too much TV
and video games.

Is any of this even true?

Not even slightly. Well, we do know

that on his return from Afghanistan,
Owen developed severe sexual
difficulties and despite his

claims on a so called mission, it's
quite likely that these murders

are a sexual release,
a way of dealing with his
sexual and personal impotence.

God, what's he doing?

He's making himself into a target,

drawing Lynch's fire from
the police force in general.

This is suicide.
..and partly because his dad isn't
quite the hero he'd have us believe.

His dad is an alcoholic.
A wife beater.

Who, incidentally, denies all
knowledge of his son's activities.

How close are you to catching him?

Corinne, I've just had a long
conversation with his dad, who has

provided me with vital
information and, erm,

Owen, you'll see me soon.

Thank you, Corinne,
and now to other news...

< NOISE NEXT DOOR

What's that?

< NOISE INTENSIFIES

Alice Morgan >

A friend of John's.

We've met before, actually.

Leave, right now, please.

Or...?

Well, go ahead.
But it won't be good for John.

Bollocks to John.

So, how can we help you?

I've been wondering, why
do you think he does it?

Why does who do what? John. His job.

It takes such a toll.

Why does he put himself through it?
I don't see how this is relevant.

Well, it is. Right this second,
you might actually be helping him.

What do you think
compels him to do it?

He believes one life is all we have.

Life and love.

Whoever takes life steals everything.

And do you agree? I don't know.

I think if he's read a different
book by a different writer,

he'd have been a different man.

He'd have been happier
as a priest than...

Than what?

Than what he is.

It must have been difficult for you.

Impossible, really.

How does anyone compete with a
calling like that? He wasn't blind.

He knew what it was costing him?
What, like his marriage?

That's part of it, yeah.

But you don't sound bitter.
I'm not bitter. I'm...

I'm proud of him. You just
don't want to be married to him.

Not any more, no.

Why not?
I'm not going to answer that.

Is it because
he tried to kill Henry Madsen?

No. But that is what you believe?

Do you know what Henry Madsen did?

I have some idea, yes.

He was a freak of nature.

Anyone would be tempted...
We're not talking about anyone,
we're talking about John.

Do you think he tried to kill
him on behalf of the dead?

Well, I think that
answers the question.

It was lovely meeting you both.

Thank you for your time.

(Oh, my God!)

He seriously told you nothing?
He seriously told me nothing.

Seriously? Seriously.
Shit!

Detective Chief Inspector
John Luther to Control, over.

Boss! Detective Chief Inspector
John Luther to Control, over.

This is control, DCI Luther.
What is your status, over?

I'm en route to the
Kings Hill Estate, over.

Please clarify, over.

There's a flat there that belonged
to one of Terry Lynch's old pals.

Owen used to visit
it when he was a boy.

Now, I'm betting he's been there,
maybe left something behind that
we can use to find him, over.

Well, hang back on that.
Do not proceed unassisted
to the Kings Hill Estate.

This is now a matter
for antiterrorism. Do not proceed.

Repeat, do not proceed to
the Kings Hill Estate, over.

Negative.

I'm three minutes away. I repeat,

I am three minutes away. Over.

We cannot provide armed backup,
do you read me? We cannot
provide armed back up, over.

Get CO19 out there.

This is DCI Reed, we need a fast
response Tactical Unit to the Kings
Hill Estate, it's Owen Lynch.

We have an unarmed, unassisted
officer going in there so do it now!

He wanted to guarantee that
Owen Lynch overheard him
when he made that call.

He brought Eppley's radio to me
so I'd warn Anti-Terrorism and
they'd shut down their comms.

We cleared the airwaves for him.

He's made Owen Lynch hate him.

It's like he's waving a white flag,
stepping onto enemy territory.
As if he's going there to...

What? Boss. What?

I found John up on the roof
this morning. Right on the edge.

So?

It's just, I'm not completely sure
he expects to walk away from this.

CO19?
ETA, 13 minutes.

That's not quick enough.

He's dead.
The bloody idiot, he's dead.

Luther, is it?

John. Yeah.

Why are you here, John?

Because I want you to stop.

You ex-services?
You look it.

A lot of coppers are.

Mike Eppley, the man you killed the
other night. He was. But me?

No, I grew up around it.

Lace your hands on
top your head, John.

You got a death wish?
No. Then what?!

Terry, Terry gave you up, Owen.

I threatened him
and he cried and sobbed like a girl.

And he begged me not to hurt him.

And he just gave you up.
Just like that. You liar.

You're right.

I am lying.
He didn't cry and he didn't sob.

I just said that to
make you feel better.

No, he just gave you up because he
was frightened, OK? Come on. Owen.

Owen, how do you think
I knew you were here?

How do you think I found you, eh?

Who else knew you were here?

You didn't, you didn't even
want to be a soldier, did you?

Eh?

You used to piss your bed,
at 11 years old, piss your bed

and daddy used to come out
and beat you for it.

And the more he hit you,
the more you pissed your bed.

And you were scared, weren't you?
You were scared of him, scared of
the dark. Scared of... Shut up!

Get down now! On your face!

Get down! On your knees.
On your knees, get on your knees.

No!

Get down! I told him,

I said, "You're killing your boy!"

You know what he said? He said,

"Well, at least he dies
doing something he loves."

You recognise that as something
he's said to you before, eh?

You're an embarrassment to him,
Owen.

He's ashamed of you.

He's ashamed of you,
he's embarrassed of you.

He asked you to do one
thing, just one thing!

And you couldn't
even do that, could ya?

You couldn't do it!

He told me all your secrets.

Just so I could humiliate you.

He even told me that when you
got back from the war,

you pissed your bed even
more and he started laughing.

That's why I'm here, Owen!

That's why I'm here.

I'm just here to tell you the
type of man that your dad is!

Don't die for him, Owen.
God, don't die for him.

Not him, not him, not him.

What do I do?

What do you do?

You come with me.

My dad killed one copper.

Look what happened to him.

Owen, you're not your dad.

You're not your dad.

No, I'm not.

What are you doing?

Jesus Christ, what are you doing?!

Do you ever get the feeling
that you've been cheated?

Don't!

All right.

Four down, eh?

Hmm, two to go.

Jesus.

Stay down! Stay down, stay down!

You'll be all right.

You'll be all right.

OK, Owen,
we know that you're scared.

We know that you feel like
you're in enemy territory.

But that's not how it is, OK?

You're protected by the law.
We're not going to hurt you.

We need you to understand
that we're not your enemy.

We know that you're not
responsible for what you did.

Not really. I'd like to
acknowledge that, here on record.

In the light of this, we're prepared
to make certain recommendations when
it comes to trial and sentencing.

Owen, as far as we're concerned, the
ultimate responsibility for the death
of these officers lies with your dad.

It's your dad we want.

But we need your help
if we're going to do that.

If we're going to punish
this man for what he did
to you, we need your help.

My name is Owen Lynch.

Sergeant, Royal Marines.

2523301.

Owen, we're trying to help you here.
Let us help you.

My name is Owen Lynch.

Sergeant, Royal Marines.

2523301. Owen.

My name is Owen Lynch.

Sergeant, Royal Marines. 2523301.

So, what do you have to say
that can't be said on the phone?

If you don't leave Zoe alone, Alice,

I will kill you.

You'd do that, would you?

If that's what it takes to stop you.

Is that what it took
to stop Henry Madsen?

You need to let it be.

I mean, you really do.

Don't worry,
I've concluded my investigation.

I think I got the right man.

I like her, by the way.

Zoe.

(SCOFFS) I don't know what that
means coming from your mouth.

She's strong.

She has dignity.

She loves you a great deal.

Well, she has a funny
way of showing it.

She knows what you did.
How do you mean? She's always known.

It didn't change anything.

It's not why she left.

You made her watch what it did
to you and never told her why.

She couldn't look at
it any more, what you

do to yourself.

She felt she'd lost you,
to the dead.

Why do you do this?
I don't understand. I'm, I'm lost.

Because we're friends.

I want to make you feel better.

We're not friends.

I don't know what we are, but
we're not friends. Whatever else
has happened it's in the past.

The past isn't dead, Alice.
It's not even the past.

Are you still frightened of me? Yes.

Because I have no wish to hurt you

and I certainly have no wish to
hurt Zoe. I think she's admirable.

Are you saying
you'll leave her alone?

I need you to leave her alone.

Brownie's honour.

One coffee doesn't make us friends.

We think it's blood.

Change the state of play.

You're a police officer.
What you're doing's wrong.

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