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Nothing?
No, ma'am.

Her oxygen ran out two minutes ago.

John said she's here, so she's here.

Oh, Henry.

You're going to
fall, Henry. Oh, God.

Please.

Where is Mia? Where is she?

Nothing.

Where is she, where
is she? Living room.

For God's sake, there's a
panel behind the plasterboard.

Please.

John?

'Living room, there's a panel in the plasterboard. '
Living room. Living room, come on! Living room!

Help me with this.

Please, I'm going to fall, I'm
going to fall. What if you're lying?

What if you are lying, because you've done that
before, haven't you? You've lied. And lied and lied.

I'm not lying, I swear. She's there.

Please.

John, she's here.

Is she alive? I can't tell yet.

Come on, oh come on, please.

Please!

Please!

Good girl. Good girl.

We've got her. Oh, thank God.

Get me up, please.

Thank God.

Please, please.

Well done, you're all right now.

Henry, tell me about
the others. Please!

How many more were there?
None.

Henry, can you tell me how many
more were there? How many were there?

Because there was Adrian, and
there was little Gabriella,

and of course there was Emma.

Emma. I dug Emma out
with my own hands.

But it was too late.

# 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. #

This may turn out to be the
first time I actually beat you.

Got to go.

'Emergency, which service?'
Police, please. Please.

'Go ahead, caller. You're through to the
police. ' It's my mum. Hurry, it's my mum.

'What's happened to
your mum?' Oh, God.

Oh, God.

I think my mum and dad are dead.

Mum.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Please, please. Please.

'Listen to me now, stay on the
line but make yourself safe. '

Boss.

So, Reid was right.

This is where you spend
your gardening leave, is it?

Staring down a big hole.

We have the Madsen verdict.

Given the exceptional circumstances, the inquiry
have found no grounds for disciplinary action.

Which means you're back.

If you want it.

I want it.

Rule number one, don't get
yourself into this situation again.

Which means you observe
case management protocol.

Any pro-active strategies are to be signed
off by me. I don't sign, they don't happen.

Is that the speech?
That's the speech.

It's a good speech. Thank you.
It's one I prepared earlier.

You and Zoe, you spoken?

No. Not for a while. And?
It was a trial separation.

I tried it,

didn't like it.

She feel the same?

Rose, I did everything she
asked for. Got myself together.

So, now we'll see.

Well, that's the difference
between her and me.

She talks about taking
you back, I actually do it.

DCI John Luther, DS Justin Ripley.

Morning, sir. Nice to meet you.

Welcome back and... whatever.

Yes, shall we? All right.

So, do we need to have the chat?

What chat? I was sick, I got
better, I'm back, etc. Er, then, no.

We don't need the chat. Good.

I've lobbied to be
stationed with you.

I put in the request
nine months ago.

Chased it up three
times a week in writing.

So, what we got? Er, home invasion.

Murder. Victims are Douglas and
Laura Morgan. Who called it in?

The daughter, Alice Morgan.

She was out when it happened. Doing?

Buying bread and milk.

She live there? No, she's a research
fellow for some Department of Physics.

She lives in a flat near
campus. Why the family gathering?

Douglas Morgan's birthday.

Right, let's go.

Sir.

Our first responders have
this down as point of entry.

The daughter left it
unlocked when she went out.

We need to look for indication that
the shooter was watching the house.

Possible vantage points, hiding
places. Good line of sight.

You might want to keep
your hands in your pockets.

Reduces temptation
to touch anything.

Sleeping pills,

separate bedrooms.
What does that tell you?

Husband snored?

Anything else?

Hard to say. Sometimes separate
beds make for a happy marriage.

That's a very generous thought.

It's good.

He didn't hear it coming.

He's a published poet, small press.

So, no sign of burglary. No attempt to
stage a scene, and no sexual assault.

Contract killing, maybe?
Well, it's workable.

I mean, the shooter
has done his homework.

He knows the layout of the place. He
eliminates any physical threat, the dog.

Douglas, what kind of weapon was it?

Some kind of low-calibre handgun.

Some kind? No gun? They
are still searching.

House, grounds,
drains. Nothing so far.

Yes, see, someone that efficient, you would
expect him to ditch the gun at the scene.

Am I missing something?
Does that seem right to you?

None of it seems right to me.
Because it's not right, is it?

It's not right.

I'll meet you upstairs,
yeah? Yeah, sure.

Zoe Luther.

'Hey, babe. It's me. ' John, hi.

Guess what? Sir.

'What?' The board of
inquiry come down on my side.

Oh, John. That's really good news, that's great.
I mean, I knew they would, obviously. But...

Yeah, and I'm back
at work. 'Already?'

Well, they missed me.

'What's wrong, babe?'

Nothing's wrong, I'm just on my way to a meeting,
that's all. Look, can we talk a bit later?

That's why I was calling, really. I think
that we, well we need to have that talk.

Tonight I've got a dinner.

After dinner. I'll come round.

OK, tonight. Look, I'm sorry, I really
do have to go. Um... So... 'What?'

I've got myself together. All right?

I'm back, and I
feel great, I'm good.

You know?

I know.

I know.

Welcome back, sir. Welcome back.

For you. Thank you.

What does it say? "You don't have to
be mad to work here, but it helps. "

Good to see you.

Well, thank you.

So, they welcomed you
back with a weird one?

Yeah, they did welcome
me back with a weird one.

You? Honour killing. Ouch.

So, how are you?

Splendid.

Excellent, then. Good.

Miss Luther, I'm Mark
North. I remember, yes.

Did you tell him?

Zoe, he needs to know.

All this sneaking around, it's mad.
You've been separated for months.

He's the only one that doesn't seem to
know. I know, I know, I know, I know.

I wasn't going to
tell him when he was...

you know, getting better.

Now I wake up, I feel sick. I've got
this permanent knot in my stomach.

It's going to kill him.
You can't keep lying.

It's cruel.

Miss Morgan? Alice, please.

Alice. Hello, I'm John Luther.

Senior investigating officer. Can I?

You must be very tired.

Yes. I am.

I don't think I've
ever been this tired.

It's shock.

It's the way our body reacts,
it's one of those strange things.

Alice, I know this has been a
terrible, terrible day for you.

Things look bleak, and you
must be feeling very alone.

But, believe me when I say we will do everything
we can to find out who did this. Thank you.

So, these things I'm going to
ask you, I have to ask. I'm sorry.

Let me turn this on.

Do you have any idea who would
wish harm on your parents?

Even if it's just a feeling,

a sense of unease about someone.

Something you heard
your mum or dad say.

Something that didn't sit right. No.

There's nothing, my mum
was a very kind, very...

very gracious woman.

Can I get you a glass of water?

No, I'm sorry. I'll be OK. A cup of
tea? I'm just... It's OK, it's OK.

And your dad?

He was a very admirable man. Just...

The thing is, Alice...

this was a very singular crime.

No sign of robbery.

And no apparent, and I'm sorry,

sexual motivation. Now, I've been a
police officer for a very long time,

and one of the things that I've found
is that crimes like this aren't random.

And never without motive.
So, as painful as this is,

I'm going to ask you to
dig deep and really think...

about any money issues your
parents may have been experiencing.

Any marital difficulties.

I've done nothing but think, all
I do is think. There is nothing.

There's absolutely nothing.

Guv. So, he's back?
From outer space.

You do know the man
is nitroglycerine?

With respect, sir, a comprehensive investigation
under your edict cleared him of any wrongdoing.

Not least because the only
other witness is in a coma,

measuring three on
the Glasgow scale.

And Mia Dalton is in school
today, and not in the ground.

Rose, if you bet too heavily on
Luther, then you stand or fall with him.

And with you goes this unit, and
my credibility as its architect.

Haven't you worked too hard for too long
to take that big a risk on such a wild card?

I don't consider him a risk.
Then what is he? An investment.

And if Henry Madsen wakes up and gives
his account of what happened that night...

will Luther drag us all down?

Let's hope not.

So just one more time
so I'm absolutely clear.

You saw nothing or anyone unusual?

I'm sorry.

I wish I could tell you I had.

I've got this feeling, this...

strange feeling like I'm looking at
it down the wrong end of a telescope.

Like it happened years ago.

That can happen with stress.

Different parts of
the brain take over.

We remember things
in different ways.

I'm so sorry, it's been a long day.

Really, it's fine.

It's very tiring going
round and round like this.

You must be exhausted.

Can I get you a coffee?

Tea would be nice.

She did it. She did
it. Look at this.

I'm so sorry.

It's been a long day.
Look, she didn't yawn.

She didn't yawn. Someone in a room yawns,
you yawn. See, even talking about it.

It's to do with the parts of
the brain that deal with empathy.

She didn't yawn. She did it.

And he's back. Nothing in her
affect points to survivor guilt.

"Why them? Why not me?"

That's pretty atypical.

So her affect's off. It could be
medication, shock. Whatever. Except it's not.

This kind of scenario, an offender
typically tries to stage the scene,

make it look like murder,
suicide, a burglary gone wrong.

But? She did none of
that. Exactly. Exactly how?

Because she's proud of this!
Why give anyone else the credit?

To alibi herself? She
doesn't care about alibis.

She's a malignant narcissist, this is
about prestige, power, self-affirmation.

The timeline doesn't work.

Three minutes before she
called 999 she was at the shops.

There's not enough time.
There's not enough anything.

Absence is the point.

It's a way of her saying
to us "look at me".

So where's the gun?
It's got to be somewhere.

Everything's
somewhere. I don't know.

Say that again. That was special.

I don't know where the gun is.

No, she doesn't look the type. That's the thing
about people, they always find ways to surprise you.

Tea.

Is your chair OK?

Comfy?

It's fine, thank you. Only sometimes,
we like to shorten one of the legs.

So the suspect can
never get comfortable.

Never relax, always unbalanced.

Is it too hot?

Really. It's fine.

'I see you got your
PhD at 18 years old.

'Astrophysics, was it?'

'Dark Matter Distribution
in Disc Galaxies. '

'Dark Matter.

That's the stuff that
makes up the universe.

But it doesn't interact with the
things we know and in the way we expect.

No, but its presence can be inferred from
gravitational effects on visible matter.

We know it's there.

We just can't see it.

Would many police officers be able to
gain my trust by having this conversation?

I don't know, I just
like to read books.

It beats burning them.

No but you're the one
that's practically a genius.

Only practically?

See so you went to Oxford at what?

Thirteen. Wow, that's young.

These child prodigies, they're not one thing
or the other, they're sort of freaks really.

But I expect your
parents were... proud.

Very.

There were newspaper articles.

Pictures of mum, dad and
me, smiling in the library.

When I was nine, I
proved tangent minus 1x.

They bought me a dress.

Got me on the news.

I wonder what that was like? You know 13
years old, classmates were what? 20, 22?

No friends your age.

No boyfriends. Quite a presumption.

Actually, I matured very early...

sexually.

Alice, are you familiar
with Ockham's Razor?

"All things being equal, the simplest
solution is the best solution. "

That's right.

And what that principle tells me is,
the only other person known to have been

at your parents'
house this morning...

it was you.

I don't see how it's possible
to arrive at that conclusion.

Well, there was no
evidence of an intruder.

But absence of evidence,
isn't evidence of absence.

I know. I'm making a leap.

It's a little leap though.

It's more of a hop. Is this where
you ask me if I hated my parents?

It is about that time, yeah.

Did they make me a freak? Yes.
Did I hate them? Absolutely.

Did I kill them?

No. Can you prove that?
I can't prove a negative.

It can't be done. Innocence is a
negative. It's the absence of guilt.

Meaning the burden of
proof is entirely yours.

If you think I did this, then you
need to demonstrate how and when.

I know, and I won't be
able to do that, will I?

Well, you can certainly try.
Because there is nothing.

You don't interact with the things
we know in the way that we expect.

Your presence, your actions, can
only be inferred by a certain...

absence. Is that a compliment?

Absolutely. Ah, are you trying to
beguile me? No, I wouldn't be so foolish.

But I will tell you this, Alice. You can revel
in your brilliance for as long as you like.

But people slip up.

Happens time and time again.

Well, that's just faulty logic
postulated on imperfect data collection.

What if you only catch
people who make mistakes?

That would skew the
figures, wouldn't it?

Yes, it would.

But criminals aren't as
smart as they think they are.

Oh, that must get monotonous.

For someone as brilliant as you.

Ian, am I wrong?
You're not wrong. No.

Guv. There's got to be something
we can find to charge her with?

Such as? Being a space oddity?

Such as, she killed them.

Right now, she's little girl
lost. We've got no real motive.

She hated her parents.
Seriously, who doesn't?

There's no forensics, no witnesses. Timeline alone
gets it laughed out the CPS. You saw her in there!

It excites her that we know she did it. So
prove it. Bring me something of substance.

Find me the gun, put it in her hand.

Until then, cut her
loose and send her home.

Thank you very much, Miss
Morgan, you're free to go.

Well, I enjoyed our chat.

You're very interesting.

Wow! Nice dress!

Just come from dinner. Come in.

What's wrong? You look tired.

Me? Oh, no I'm all
right. Why... what's wrong?

John, I know... I know what
you came here to discuss.

But before you say anything, you
need to know that I've met somebody.

Sorry? I met someone.

What do you mean? You met...

someone, who?

Someone.

What do you mean, er, Zoe?

When?

A while ago. Who? It doesn't matter.

It does matter.

Are you sleeping with him?

Zoe, no, Zoe, no!

Why would you do that?

Why, Zoe come on, why?

Hmm!? Go home, John.

This is my home.

No.

Zoe called.

There we are. All right?

Are you going to say anything?

Anything you'd like me to say? No.

Then why say it?

Where you going?

Do you ever get a song
stuck in your head?

And it just keeps going
round and round and round?

T'Pau. China in Your Hand. Cool,
deep strangeness, that song.

High weirdness. I've been thinking.

She's a narcissist, isn't she?

She needs constant recognition, needs
to exaggerate her accomplishments.

How does someone like that keep secret
the most perfect thing she ever did?

You don't need to be thinking
about Alice Morgan right now.

Why? What do you suggest
I think about, hmm?

My wife? Henry Madsen?

I don't know. Normal
stuff. Breakfast.

The way Alice Morgan sees it, is this world is full
of people that have offended her, embarrassed her,

let her down, and those
people deserve to be punished.

She's already gotten away with it
once and she's eyeing her next victim.

And she won't stop until someone
stops her. Until I stop her.

All right so be patient.
Build a case. There is no case!

She didn't leave one.
She didn't leave anything.

What, so what you thinking?
Well, she's compelled to impress.

People in general, but
right now me in particular.

She needs to show me how brilliant
she is. She needs to be admired.

John... And I give that to her.

I take it away, I make her angry.

And then I watch her get careless.

Slow down. I'll call you later.

They burned my dog. It's
protocol. It's what happens.

He was only a dog.

It seems unduly pitiless to
me, to burn someone's dog.

It seems kind of pitiless to
shoot the dog in the first place.

You look exhausted.
Would you like to come in?

Would it make
a difference? Who knows? No, we're not.

So, you're not here
to interrogate me?

No.

Liar.

This is a black hole.

It consumes matter, sucks it in
and crushes it beyond existence.

When I first heard that, I thought,
that's evil at its most pure.

Something that drags you
in, crushes you, makes you...

.. nothing. I love to
talk about nothing.

It's the only thing I know anything
about. Don't you believe in evil?

I have to. I've seen it. Ah.

Henry Madsen. Henry
and others like him.

Me?

Conceivably.

What's happening to your marriage? Huh? Last
time I saw you, there was a ring. Today, no ring.

Is someone else involved?

I'm not here to discuss that, Alice.

Is he handsome?

If you like that sort of
thing, I guess. Are you in pain?

You don't understand love, Alice.

It's not your fault. You can mimic it and I
guess you can recognise it in other people,

but you will never be
able to understand love.

No.

Because you'd be
surprised how many men do.

Do you think they have any
idea how fatuous they look?

Well, some of us are afraid of that,
yeah. Then why? Why did I come here?

Because I wanted to tell you that I know you
kept the gun and sooner or later I'll find it.

Well, why would I do that? Ah, you
just couldn't help yourself, could you?

Wouldn't it make things easy for
you if that were true? But it's not.

There's no gun to find. See keeping
that gun wasn't a rational decision.

It was a compulsion, you did
it because you needed to do it.

And it's that compulsion that makes you weak
in ways that you can't see or understand.

And it's that compulsion
that's going to get you caught,

and it will bring you down, Alice,
it always does. Just like clockwork.

Are you threatening me?
Because honestly, I wouldn't.

And why's that? Come now, really.

Because I'd be hurt and angry.

I wonder.

Why did your wife turn
her face from you, John?

Why would she do that?

I'm coming for you.

Not if I come for you first.

Morning.

Out you two, go on. John! Raus!

Raus! Come on. If you're thinking of calling security,
don't bother. Call the police. Let's go. Arriba!

Arriba! Andale! Andale! He's joking. This is
his sense of humour. This is my husband, John.

That's right, I am her husband.

Way to get me sacked.

John, the people in this office,
they don't know you. They're scared.

They think you're
going to do something.

Do I embarrass you?

Right now? Right at
this moment? Absolutely.

Yes! Is that what this is all about?

No! Am I boring?

Hm, boring? Because, personally,
I don't think that I am boring.

You're not boring. You're the
opposite of boring. And him?

His name's Mark. Does a woman just get
to a stage in her life when she says,

"You know what? I'd like
my man to be boring"?

Because I have to tell you, no-one
warned me about this. He's not boring.

Is the sex good?

It's not about the sex.
It's always about the sex.

You enjoy sex with him. You must.

And that image just goes round
and round in my head like a train.

The trouble with you, that
train in your head never stops!

You really frightened me last night.

Come on, Zoe, you know
I'd never, ever hurt you.

John. Why are you here? Well,
I couldn't help but wonder

if perhaps you'd like to come
home and be married to me?

Some men bring flowers...
What, this was a grand gesture.

This is professional
ruination, is what this is.

Next time, think flowers.

Next time?

You know what I mean.

I just need to know
why. You always do.

But not everything has a motive.
Sometimes things just happen...

That's not true, everything has a reason.
There are physical laws, I mean how did we...

How did we get here? One minute
I'm one place and then next minute

I'm 15,000 miles away and I know that I've travelled,
because I'm dizzy and I just want to throw up.

I just can't remember the
bits in between. You tell me.

How do you think we got here?

What happened?

OK.

You're the reason.

You are. You left.

But I'm here.

Now. Look at me. I'm here.

Only part of you. Never all. You care
more about the dead than the living.

That's where your heart
is. That is not true.

All those years spent up to your neck in malignancy.
All those months looking for Henry Madsen.

All the months that came after.
And you were just... gone.

And you weren't coming back. Not,
not MY you. Not MY John. Then him?

When he's with me, he's with me.

Is that all it takes, Zoe, eh?

Do you love him?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

Oh, er...

And me?

Always. But not like that.

Not any more.

Look, I know it's a cruel thing to
hear, but you need to accept it, John.

If you love me, you
need to accept it.

I don't know how to do that.

Could you open the door please, sir?

Could you open the door, please?

I'm a policeman.

How did you know I was here? Your phone
was off. DI Reed said "Try the wife. "

Oh, yeah? Any news on the
gun that killed the Morgans?

We're still looking but ballistics
came back on the bullets.

9mm Parabellum, designed
for ultra-compact weapons.

Good work.

Sod it.

"Raus, Raus. " Mother of God.

Don't look at me. OK!

Your husband assaulted me. What?

He touched me. Intimately.

He made me do things. He hurt me.
Because of you. What do you mean?

Well, as he touched me, he talked about you. He said
you were dead, that you'd been very badly burned.

Your face was gone
and your skin was gone.

You'd been abducted off the
street by a man, a very sick man.

He kept you alive for days.

He used knives.

A blow torch. He kept
pieces of you for souvenirs.

I'm worried that someone might
want to hurt you like that.

Please, please don't. Shh. Shh.

DCI John Luther.

Zoe? Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong?

Bloody hell!

Honestly guv, you should
have just let me hold her.

You didn't give me
enough to hold her.

And you can't prove it
was her this afternoon.

Zoe didn't see her face. No CCTV,
no eye witnesses, no nothing.

You do know this makes me
Alice Morgan's next project?

I questioned her
brilliance, offended her.

Do you know what she could do?

To me? To Zoe?

I know what you say she can do.

I also know we can't prove what she already did,
and you can't detain people on suspicion of crimes

yet to be committed.
Be nice if we could.

So what do I do to stop her?

Bring her in the right way.

Ah mate, mate, mate, thank you.

Yeah, well.

It's only a gun. So tell
me what I need to know?

All right, so what you've got, this is a Glock 26,
lightweight compact pistol. Weighs less than 16 ounces.

Carbon steel spring and barrel,
polymer frame and components.

Polymer frame? Let me see that.

Polymer. Plastic. Yeah. It's light.

It's easy to carry. Plastic melts.

Plastic melts. Why
am I thinking that?

Of course.

"Knock knock"? What?

Never mind. What's this? So.

Her parents get one shot to
the head each. Boom. Boom.

And the dog gets four. Four
shots spent killing the dog.

Why? It's a dog. It bites intruders.

Why the overkill?
Perversity. I don't know.

No, no. Four bullets in the
dog to maximise the mess.

To make the cause
of death unambiguous.

She needed to blow the dog's head
apart to access the digestive tract.

She disassembles the gun, shoves the pieces,
the gloves, shell casings, down the dog's gullet,

into its stomach.

And then they cremate the dog.

All right! It'll burn, watch. I have
absolutely no doubt. Look at that, it's melting.

John, fine.

It's not enough.

The gun was in the dog!

Section 8, Police and
Criminal Evidence Act.

"A magistrate may issue a warrant authorising the search
of a premises provided there are reasonable grounds

for believing the location contains
material with substantial evidentiary value".

It's my assessment that
saying "the gun was in the dog"

will not be judged by the issuing
magistrate to have met those criteria.

It's in there. On the mantelpiece!

And even if that were true, we can't prove that Alice
Morgan touched it, let alone fired it. We need more.

We've got to trace the gun, put it
in her hands. It won't be traceable.

She doesn't leave evidence,
just an evidence-shaped absence.

And after everything else, that just
infuriates you, doesn't it? Come on!

She kills her parents and walks.

She threatens Zoe's life, we can't touch
her. This is Zoe we're talking about...

John..... who sat with your
kids the day your father died.

So take the chilly bitch down.

But slow down, calm
down, find another angle.

There are no other angles!
She left us nothing!

What do you need to prove more, that Alice
Morgan's guilty, or that you're right?

John! Give me your wife's address.

Why? I'll stay on her.
Make sure she's OK.

You take down Alice Morgan.

I told you, boss. The
gun was in the dog.

Because she needs it.

Alice.

That would be mine.

Hello, Alice. Do you know why
the gun fragments in that urn

can never be used as
evidence against me?

One, the cremation melted
away their forensic value.

Because those ovens
burn very, very hot.

Two, you could never prove that
I ever knew the gun was in there,

let alone that I so much
as touched it. And three,

most dazzlingly, you broke in
to my apartment and stole it.

In the process you committed a crime that
will cost your job. So congratulations.

Well done. I know that.

This urn. This isn't evidence.

This is what YOU need to remind
yourself of who you really are.

That's why you followed me.

I know you. I see you.

And you think that I'm that weak?

Yes. Then you don't know me at all.

OK.

No, John! No!

Stay away from Zoe.

Is this what you
did to Henry Madsen?

So, go on. Kiss me. Kill me.

Do something.

Here's what's going to happen.

You're going to stay
away from my wife,

or I'm going to arrest someone
else for the murder of your parents.

Oh, yeah, by the time he's found
guilty, you'll have been forgotten about.

There will be no enigma with
Alice Morgan at the heart of it.

No-one will wonder how you did it,
no-one will think how clever you were.

I'll just plant the evidence.
I don't need the gun.

You'd degrade the law you serve, just to
protect some woman who cast you aside like offal?

In a second.

And you think I'M the monster?

Love is supposed to
dignify us! Exalt us!

How can it be love, John, if all it
does is make you lonely and corrupt?

Answer the question.

Don't turn your back on me!

All right, Justin. You can go
home now, all right? You sure?

Yeah. Yeah. I'm good.

OK. All right. You sure, yeah?

I'm very sure.

Go on.

He'll leave. Let him go.

Zoe. No. Sod him. He
doesn't get to do this.

Zoe?

I hate to do this,
it's my ex-husband.

He's... He's, er, I don't know...

Zo.

Zoe.

It's Mark, innit? That's right,
yeah. John, you need to go.

We called the police.

Come on this is mad. What do
you want? I want to speak to Zoe.

Well, it's not going to happen. It's not going
to happen. Not today. You need to go, come on.

I know, I understand all of that but I really
do need to speak to her, OK, so can you just...

Just give her some time,
she needs some time.

Maybe give her a call... One
minute. That's all I need.

Zoe, I know I don't have the right, but I want
to speak to you, just one minute. It's all I need.

You need to go. I can't listen
to you. No, no, no, no just leave.

Just leave her alone. I gave you
a chance, didn't I?

Chill out! I don't want to talk
to you, want to talk to her!

Listen get off me yeah, I'm a
policeman, all right, I'm a policeman.

See there, now what does it say? It
says I'm above your rank, now back off!

I just want to talk
to my wife, that's it!

Wait, wait, please wait.

Zoe, I just want to
talk to you, that's all.

Just you. I don't want all this.

OK.

Look.

I know you have to be
where you need to be.

All right, I can accept that.

I'll respect it, OK?

I still love you.

And I'm sorry, all right?

Don't apologise.

Don't be sorry. I'm
sorry. I'm sorry.

All right, all right.
All right, mate?

Take me away.

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

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

So you lose.

Excuse me, miss. Can I help? No.

Thank you.

# Every day I see you looking in

# I'll be the smoothest
thing to touch your skin

# You're longing to be
loved But you're alone... #

These are good cops doing good jobs,
being gunned down on the streets.

Everyone, take cover!

# Your mama told you
nothing of importance... #

He'll keep killing until
someone finds him and stops him.

How am I doing?

I'm going to send my boys for you.

Do not proceed unassisted to
the Kings Hill Estate. Negative.

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