Luther

DT John Luther, DS Justin Ripley.

I've lobbied to be stationed with you.

I put in a request nine months ago.

Chased it up three times a week in writing.

My mate, Justin. I love him.

I don't think you're gonna shoot me.

Don't you... Don't you...

Hey! Get up!

John, I don't know what to say.

Wotcher.

- I wanted something. - What?

You.

I assumed you'd need it eventually.

So.

Now what?

So, now what?

Your phone's off. You're wanted.

That's why my phone's off.

Fair enough.

Nice view.

Yeah.

So never do this.

Never come up to a really high place and wonder what it'd be like to fall.

Why would I do that? Got enough to worry about.

Why do you do it? Come up here?

You ever have that dream when you're falling?

Yeah.

Did you ever wake up in it?

No.

You?

Nah.

What do you think would happen?

Don't know.

No. Me neither.

Oh!

Hello, love.

One of us left the bathroom window open this morning.

And a bloody pigeon got in.

Scared the crap out of me.

Flapping about.

Who are you?

Guv...

How goes it?

Fair to middling.

John Luther, this is, uh, DS Lane.

- Emma. - Wotcher.

Guyv.

- Fancy a cuppa? - Always.

Crikey. Pretty close to the edge.

Closer and closer every day.

That's why the place comes cheap.

How are you filling your days?

Days seem to fill themselves, really.

So...

So, Alice Morgan...

Yeah. They gave you that, did they?

Yeah. What can you do?

What can you do?

Has she been in contact at all?

Alice?

- Since when? - Well, since you last saw her.

On Southwark bridge. Was it?

No.

No emails, no phone calls?

No.

She didn't say where she was going?

- Nope. - And you didn't ask?

Has something happened?

- Interpol caught her scent in Berlin. - Okay.

- Well, pick her up. - No.

No, trail went cold in Madrid.

And then this happened, in Antwerp,

three days ago.

- Blimey. - Hmm.

The dead man at the wheel here, Akram El Majadi,

small time hoodlum from the 18th Arrondissement, Paris.

Did he have her back?

Who can say?

What was she doing?

Well, we were hoping you might shine a light on that.

No.

I can't be of any help.

Hmm. Okay.

I don't suppose we thought you could... Not really.

So, what are we all doing here?

Well, I'm afraid she's dead, John.

No she's not.

We found her in the Schelde.

I mean, yeah, it does look like her, but it's not her.

The autopsy confirms it.

- Dental records. - They could be faked.

Prints too.

I'm sorry, John. It's her.

Just give me a sec.

- How? - Um...

She drowned.

Alice?

Toxicology is clean.

No signs of trauma. Water on the lungs.

The theory seems to be that she was concussed

after the car crash, possibly confused.

You're saying she fell.

John, you understand that we need to have a look around the place.

Yeah. I mean, yeah.

Okay, DS Lane, if you'd like to keep John company.

Yes.

May I?

- Can I get you that cup of tea? - Yeah.

Yeah? Tea.

Okay.

Boss.

I need you back in London.

Uh, how so?

Mmm-hmm.

Understood. Okay.

Okay.

So, now what?

You're gonna arrest me?

Why, you've done something wrong?

- You know I haven't. - Then, why arrest you?

You have to leave the tea though, I'm afraid. Duty calls.

Vivid misdeeds in Hackney Wick.

Give me a sec.

You and Alice Morgan...

I'm aware that, um,

there was a fondness between you.

- Yeah, there was. - Hmm.

A fondness. Yeah.

So, maybe you shouldn't be alone right now.

Hmm? Is there someone I can call?

No.

No, no, I'll, um...

Be fine. And give them all my love.

Hey...

You're okay? Really?

Yeah.

Everything's tickety-boo. Totally disco.

Thank you, Guv.

- You've been with Luther? - We have. Yes.

And did he know? About Alice Morgan.

Well, it's difficult to be certain.

And that's what we'll tell the Lokale Politie Antwerpen, is it?

- "It's difficult to be certain." - He didn't know, boss.

He was, um, crushed.

The victim is Chloe Morley.

Looks like her husband's the killer. Alistair Morley.

Dentist. Picture's in the file.

Hmm.

- SOCO's left? - Yep.

And her husband did this?

Apparently so.

God help us.

What did he do with the heart?

He ate it.

Forensics found what was left of it.

- Guv? - One sec.

Emma, Guv?

These CCTV images...

He's letting himself out of Alistair Morley's work place,

driving Alistair Morley's car, texting on Alistair Morley's phone...

He's killing Alistair Morley's wife and eating her heart. But...

Whoever this is,

it's not Alistair Morley.

Alistair Morley.

Guyv.

Belongs to a Julian Lewis.

Is he our man? On the CCTV?

Definitely not.

DS Silver.

Wotcher.

Wotcher, boss.

Benny, what's going on with this Alice Morgan thing?

Hang on a minute. I'll give you the bones of it.

Morning, sir.

Okay, so, truth is, we don't know much.

The Belgians are looking after it

and you know what they're like with sharing stuff.

Do they like anyone for it?

Honestly, I don't know.

I don't know if they're even looking for anybody because,

as far as I'm aware they're treating it as an accident.

Yeah, but it wasn't an accident.

Did Theo Bloom take something from my house today?

- Something like what? - Like a phone.

A burner.

Well, if he did he would've logged it for chain of evidence.

Yeah, ‘cause he's squeaky clean, isn't he?

Eh? Benny?

No cleaner man. No cleaner man. Not since that chap in the manger.

So, he wouldn't take a phone, would he?

Look, why would he?

He had a warrant didn't he?

And if he didn't, who did?

Boss, what's going on?

Nothing, Benny. Nothing. I'll let you crack on.

Julian Lewis? Police. Open up.

- Armed police! - Armed police!

- Down! Searching! Clear! - Bathroom clear!

Medic says he ate the tongue.

Boss, what do we do with something like this?