( helicopter whirring ) ( indistinct chatter ) ( music playing ) ( alarm blaring ) ( car alarm blaring ) ( explosion ) JOHN: Are we done?

MARTIN: Bar what I suspect will be a lengthy debriefing.

JOHN: But tomorrow, yeah?

MARTIN: Tomorrow.

You all right?

JUSTIN: I think he’s pushed some bone into me brain.

Excellent.

( music playing ) ( laughter, drunken chatter ) ( music playing ) ( music playing ) ♪ 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 ♪ ( car engine revving ) Victim’s Emily Hammond.

Edits technical manuals.

Divorced.

No kids.

Comes home ’round 11:00.

No sign of forced entry, so it looks like she might have known her killer.

Let him in.

Comes home from where?

JUSTIN: Speed-dating.

What?

She’s brought him home and-- it doesn’t sound right, does it?

No.

There’s nothing to suggest she was into S&M.

No fetish gear in the wardrobe, nothing on her browsing history.

No, no.

Our boy’s brought this stuff with him.

JUSTIN: You reckon?

JOHN: Uh-hmm.

Look, it’s a very specific look.

The wig, the makeup.

It’s a bit of a Siouxsie and the Banshees thing going on here.

Who and the what?

80s.

Post punk.

JUSTIN: Oh.

Goths.

Post punk.

Oh, it’s definitely not her wig.

Dirty old thing.

She’s not wearing shoes.

You can see the... strap marks.

She was wearing the shoes when she was strangled.

So, where are the shoes?

I’ve seen something like this before.

Yeah, where?

Photograph.

Some ink.

So, he’s what?

Re-enacting an old murder?

Maybe he’s a fan, paying homage.

Back door was point of exit.

Front door was dead bolted.

DCI Luther?

Do you have a moment?

I’ve been ordered to move you to another case.

What other case?

MARTIN: Jared Cass.

Sickness beneficiary, "cyber activist", whatever that might be.

Found dead in his flat this morning.

This was filmed on Cass’s smart-phone, distributed to his contacts list.

CASS: I’m sorry!

This was how it ended.

JOHN: What a day.

Okay.

But why us?

Not us.

You.

Come on, boss.

You see, this is... a revenge killing.

Meat and potatoes.

The man who killed Emily Hammond is organized but not sane.

He’s gonna kill again, and very soon.

It’s out of my hands.

You know, this smells funny.

Right?

Can you handle both?

I can handle both.

Don’t make me regret it.

What’s that?

I’ve got another thing.

You’re kidding.

What other thing?

Animal cruelty.

Listen, I need you to brief Benny.

Tell him to go over cold cases.

Anything pertaining to Emily’s death.

I’m talking strangulation, burglary, shoe theft... Masks and wigs?

Yeah, don’t rule out anything.

You know what, the mask, the wigs.

I think it’s part of something else, you know, trying to recreate something.

Staging something, it’s not part of the fetish.

Right, how far back are we looking?

1979 or something.

Oi... meet me at the Jared Cass crime scene on Hawksmoor estate.

( mobile phone rings ) JUSTIN: Hello?

Why?

What’s it about?

Do I have any choice?

I’ll be there.

Detective Sergeant Ripley.

JUSTIN: Detective Chief Inspector Gray.

Just ma’am will do.

How’s life in the Judas Division, ma’am?

Rooting out dirty coppers?

Satisfying.

The way you stitched me up to save your boss, I owe you a favor.

You’ve given me a vocation.

So what am I doing here?

Are you gonna water board me?

Get in.

( music playing ) GEORGE: DS Ripley?

George Stark.

Out of what division?

GEORGE: Retired.

They unretired me.

For a special project.

Come with me.

Oh, come on, you’ve got to be kidding me.

Have a seat.

Zoe Luther, dead.

Ian Reed, dead.

Henry Madsen, dead.

Toby Kent, dead.

Alice Morgan.

Missing presumed, well, who knows?

Common denominator?

So?

Carpet underlay, from one of the holes that your boss used to live in.

It’s got this man’s blood on it.

Toby Kent.

JUSTIN: Never heard of him.

Our witness says that Luther killed him.

Put a knife through the back of the skull.

That place was disgusting.

You could find anything on that carpet.

You homosexual?

Like that’s any of your business.

It is my business if your romantic yearnings are clouding your judgment as a police officer.

If you’re trying to touch a nerve, then you’re touching me in the wrong place.

Then you’re either a donkey or you’re an accomplice.

And I don’t think you’re a donkey.

I won’t answer any more questions without my union rep.

GEORGE: Well then, your career ends here, because you’ll be charged as an accessory after the fact.

What fact?

If you had any proof of wrongdoings, then you’d show it.

GEORGE: What?

I’d show you my hand?

Yeah.

Yeah, right, fine.

You think I don’t know a liar when I see one, son?

You’re lying to me.

Now, talk to me!

Tell me!

It’s not very nice, is it?

Somebody who’s supposed to be representing the law, and yet operates in his own sense of justice.

Just read it.

( car engine revving ) Benny, what you got?

Do you remember the Shoreditch Creeper?

JOHN: Uh, yeah.

Dim, distant,memory, go on.

Okay, ’78 to ’81, he assaults eight women in an escalating pattern, breaks in, ties them up.

Masturbates while sucking their toes then steals their shoes.

Graduates to killing three times, Theresa Johnson in ’81, and Vivian Leavie, plus Cheryl Moody, in ’82.

Then he just stops.

Drops off the grid.

Not of his own accord he doesn’t, not if he’s escalating like that.

How old is he?

Mid-30s when the offending began.

What?

Puts him in his 70s now?

Doesn’t sound right, does it?

Benny, do me a favor.

Sign off on the cold cases and have them sent to me.

All right?

BENNY: Right.

On their way.

( thud ) Sir?

Come on.

Come on.

Are you all right?

Think so.

Yeah.

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Sorry.

You know what?

You need to sit down.

Just for a second.

You just need to sit down there.

All right?

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, your poor car.

No, don’t worry about that.

It always looks like that.

( laughs ) Is it like a classic?

Yeah, probably.

Do you mind if I just, take a look?

Just look left.

Right.

Up.

Down.

Any dizziness?

Did you bang your head, did you?

No.

No.

No.

Are you a doctor?

No, I’m a copper.

DCI Luther.

Luther?

That’s a good name.

I can’t take the credit for it.

It’s an unusual name.

Not in my house.

Look, don’t worry about any of this.

It really was my fault.

You know, I’m not totally sure it was.

I... No, honestly.

It was my fault.

So, I’m gonna get your information for the insurance because I’ve got... Be somewhere?

Of course.

Right.

Yeah.

Rushing to the scene of the crime?

I am actually.

Right.

Sorry.

( thud ) If you had any real evidence, you’d be talking to John, not me.

If you really believe he’s so spotless, then prevent an injustice.

Help him.

Prove it.

And how do you suggest I do that?

GEORGE: DCI Luther will be taking on a case of a waste of semen called Jared Cass.

It was you?

You had him assigned to the Jared Cass murder?

I want to know exactly how he handles that investigation.

And I mean, every move by move, breath by breath.

If he breaks the law, I want his head on a stick.

( car engine revving ) MAN: Sir.

WOMAN: All yours.

You’ll read anything, you.

Watch.

JUSTIN: What’s it say?

JOHN: Gang tags mainly.

Territorial pissing.

The killers signed the body?

That’s handy.

Post mortem, apparently.

They’ve walked in here.

Nicked the stuff.

Tagged the walls.

Tagged him.

Spat on him.

Pissed on him.

Still.

I suppose it’s what he would’ve wanted.

You know, we’re under the cosh to clear this up quickly.

Yeah, but we’re gonna do it right, though, yeah?

JOHN: What’s wrong with everyone today?

Of course, we’re gonna do it right.

We’re just gonna do it quickly, that’s all.

And so, where do we start?

JOHN: Well, enemies.

Apparently, he had quite a few.

I guess he liked to sit in a room and slag people off on the internet.

Aye.

He was a troll?

See, here’s what I don’t understand is why did they loot the place?

Because it’s here?

Yeah, but you loot somewhere and it’s got stuff worth looting, don’t you?

Iraqi National Museum.

JD Sports.

Yeah, but not Jared Cass.

He was on sickness benefit.

He never left the place.

So what did he have that was so expensive?

Where’d you get the money, Jared?

( music playing ) MARTIN: Okay, John, listen.

The Shoreditch Creeper case was a massive investigation.

It’s not so much police work as archaeology.

JOHN: Who was senior?

DCI Ronnie Holland.

Good copper, Ronnie.

Long since had his clock.

JOHN: Let’s find DCI Holland and see what he remembers.

In a case like this, he must’ve known who he liked for it, even if he couldn’t prove it.

So let’s find out who, yeah?

Yup.

I’m going straight there now.

There’s a Sean Beamish at ’67 and that gentleman thinks he might go by the name of "Beanie".

( car engine revving ) ( knocks on door ) JOHN: Sean Beamish.

Sean Beanie Beamish?

It’s the police.

Open up.

What?

Jared Cass.

What about him?

Well, he’s dead, isn’t he?

What, still?

Lazy sod, ain’t it.

( laughs ) JOHN: Well, it took us all of two minutes to find out he borrowed money from you, to buy all that stuff he really couldn’t afford.

JUSTIN: Sixty-inch LCD, Blu-Ray library, laptop.

JOHN: I mean, what’s a loan shark supposed to do?

He can’t pay his bill.

So, you threatened him, and you threatened him again, and then, oops, he’s dead.

Funny, that.

Oi!

Oi, oi, oi.

Come here.

Come here.

John... SEAN: Ah, help!

Help!

JUSTIN: Boss.

Boss.

Shush.

You’re making me very nervous.

Boss.

Stop!

JOHN: Not now Mr.

Ripley I don’t wanna drop him.

Erin.

Whatever’s happening, I want eyes on it.

Now.

On my way.

SEAN: Let me up!

JOHN: I’ve got a very nasty man doing very nasty things to people.

And I wanna get off this grubby case as fast as I can.

Yeah?

Please!

Let me up!

Boss!

Boss!

BEANIE: Come on!

Let me up!

Let me up!

Can you see him?

JOHN: Do you wanna help me or what?

SEAN: Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Please.

GEORGE: Can you see him?

( retches ) JOHN: Oh, dear.

Nothing.

How many convictions have you had?

( groans ) I don’t--I don’t-- I don’t know.

A few.

Yeah.

Bit of this, bit of that.

Never been done on a murder charge?

SEAN: No!

JOHN: No?

Why not?

SEAN: Because I never killed no one.

JOHN: Except for Jared Cass.

SEAN: Except--no.

I didn’t do him.

So, you got no evidence.

JOHN: Evidence?

Come on, a man of your experience, you’re talking about evidence?

This is how it actually works.

Murder investigation, three pillars, means, motive, and opportunity.

I’ve got means and motive down.

Yeah, but you haven’t got the other one.

Oh, oh, opportunity?

Yeah, well, that’s seasoning.

And when it comes to seasoning, I’m like Jamie Oliver.

I just rummage around the cupboards and see what I can find.

Are you saying you’d fit me up?

Come on, you dirty bastard.

Say it.

What is this?

Nazi Russia?

JOHN: Oh, yeah, yeah.

It’s Nazi Russia.

Stand up!

You put yourself at the crime scene, didn’t you?

You made yourself prime suspect number one.

So, I don’t need to fit you up, do I?

Bollocks.

SEAN: Okay, I think he’s dead, all right?

Everyone did.

So, I went to get back what he owed me while I had the chance.

He was dead when I got there.

He was a funny color and everything.

I totally swear.

Completely and totally.

On my sack blood.

I’m not your blood.

So, who did it then?

Anyone, really.

Throw a brick.

Is that supposed to help me?

Because it really don’t help me.

Look, the bloke never went out.

All he did was sit in that flat.

He’s--he slagged off loads of people online.

Any one of them would have killed him.

We want his laptop and his phone.

Just give me the laptop.

How it got there, I don’t really care.

My lock-up, downstairs.

JUSTIN: You shouldn’t joke around like that, you know.

Like what?

About fitting people up.

One day the wrong people could be listening.

Who said I was joking?

Seriously, you shouldn’t joke.

What are you, my dad?

Right, I’ll get it to the lab.

How long’s that gonna to take?

A half week?

Can’t you fast track it?

Yeah, that is fast track.

Well, you do it, then.

I... Come on!

Do you want this cleared up quickly or not?

JUSTIN: All right.

( music playing ) I’m going as fast as I can.

JOHN: Did I say anything?

You were thinking it.

Well I... ( mobile phone rings ) Yeah?

I’ve been looking up your name.

Do you know what it means?

"Tired and grumpy"?

MARY: No.

Um, well, it’s derived from the German, it’s liut, meaning "people" and heri, meaning "army".

So, it means "people’s army."

Oh.

Okay.

I felt bad about earlier.

It was my fault.

I was reaching the radio, and I let you think it was your fault, and I feel bad.

There.

Said it.

No, listen, honestly.

Don’t worry about it.

The AA have got my number on speed dial.

So, what?

You’re happy to just take the blame?

No, honestly.

Don’t worry about it.

Really.

Well, can I-- can I buy you a drink or something?

Make it up to you?

( car honks ) JOHN: Listen, I’ve got to go.

Can I call you later?

Okay.

JUSTIN: Motive maybe?

( knocks on door ) JOHN: Ken Barnaby?

Yes.

JOHN: DCI John Luther.

DS Ripley.

Can we come in?

Yes.

JOHN: Thank you.

KEN: It’s just downstairs.

JOHN: Yup.

WOMAN: Her name was Cathy.

KEN: She was in the sixth floor.

Four "A" levels.

She wanted to go to Oxford.

She was a very, very clever girl.

Brilliant, really.

Very beautiful.

Very kind.

She’d been managing the epilepsy since she was seven.

And she never let it frighten her and never let it stop her.

She was amazing.

She was my little girl.

And then, well... I’m very sorry.

Um, I hate to keep dragging this up.

But, um... Her memorial site.

It was defaced.

KEN: It started with someone impersonating her online.

Sending messages.

"Help me, Daddy.

It’s so hot in hell".

Pictures of... corpses... with her name written on them.

Messages on Father’s Day.

Photos of... a graveyard.

"Wish you were here."

And then... he started sending pictures.

Cathy’s face, photoshopped onto obscene images.

My little girl.

Images where men... JUSTIN: Did you know who was doing it?

No.

No, we’d complained.

The site would get taken down, but another would spring up.

It just-- it didn’t stop, the taunts, the emails, the pictures, horrible things.

Could I offer you a glass of water?

No.

Thank you, we’re fine.

JOHN: Yes.

We’d love some water, Ken.

Thank you.

( Ken sobbing ) JUSTIN: I’m sorry to be so... Don’t worry.

You’ve got a job to do.

I wonder... could I ask you where Ken was, three nights ago?

Do you like him for it?

Barnaby?

No.

Boss... What?

His wife alibied him.

What?

He was home all night and here’s some texts to prove it?

Come on.

Got any evidence?

No, but we’ve got motive.

I don’t know what you want me to say.

What?

Look, I’ve got a fetish killer on the loose, all right.

This is important, but it’s not my priority.

( knocks on door ) MARTIN: Ronnie?

Ronnie Holland?

( flies buzzing ) ( music playing ) JUSTIN: I’ll follow you in.

All right.

JUSTIN: What the hell are you doing?

Do you think he’s stupid?

No, but I think he’s already noticed something’s not right.

You’re not a very good liar, Justin.

And that makes you think coming here’s a good idea?

No, but this does.

If he thinks you’re acting weird and sneaking around because we’re seeing each other, he’ll be in his element.

Thinking he’s got one over on you.

You do know Ken Barnaby killed Jared Cass.

I know, yeah.

And so does Luther.

But he’s gonna let Barnaby walk.

His mind’s on this other thing.

Emily Hammond.

That’s all it is.

So push him.

Force him to make a decision.

If he comes down on the right side, orders Ken Barnaby arrested you’ve proved your point.

And if he doesn’t, well, I don’t know what’s gonna open your eyes.

You don’t have to enjoy this so much, Erin.

You’re better than this.

No, what I am is better than him.

And so are you.

BENNY: The clothes and the wig date to the early 80s.

But whoever’s face is on that mask, she’s not in the cold case files.

It all fits the MO, but she’s just not in there.

Okay, so if she’s not a known victim, then why is the killer recreating?

What am I not seeing?

JUSTIN: Boss,I’ve had an idea about the other thing, Jared Cass.

Mind if I shoot off and look into it?

Yeah, you go.

How’d it go with Ronnie Holland?

I found him dead in his hallway.

He’d been there for months.

The neighbors thought the stink came from the communal bins.

Oh, cause of death?

Blunt force trauma to the skull.

No sign of struggle.

JOHN: Okay, back to Emily Hammond.

Emily because... MARTIN: Emily because Emily has some particular quality which reminds the killer of this woman.

JOHN: Of this woman.

Right, but what connects her to a series of murders that happened 30 years ago?

What ties them together?

What do they have in common?

Everything.

They’ve got everything in common.

We’ve been looking at this the wrong way round.

Emily was the fantasy.

Specifically her.

It’s always been about her.

MARTIN: Yeah, then why cover her face?

Why the mask and the clothes?

That’s not another woman.

Because that’s Emily.

He’s making her look the way she used to.

Back in 1982.

These bins have definitely been emptied and searched.

Yes, Guv.

How about upstairs by the garbage chute?

There’s loads of piles of bin bags.

They weren’t there this morning.

Give me the torch.

It’s blocked.

I want this chute emptied and searched.

That was nice.

Yeah.

That was really, really lovely.

( clattering ) Did you hear a... Okay.

Smokey... ( music playing ) MARTIN: Benny was right.

Emily is absolutely not in the cold case file.

However, I know how Ronnie’s mind worked.

He would have kept a subset of "possibly related" files.

JOHN: Is she in there?

MARTIN: 1982, Emily Hammond’s 14 years of age, she’s living with her mother at 148 Crosswood Street, Shoreditch.

On the evening of March the 12th, Emily’s alone at home, asleep, when the lodger comes home from a CND rally.

MARTIN: The lodger discovers a man in Emily’s room.

However, the lodger isn’t alone.

She’s got six other people with her who are all fired-up from this rally.

So the men get stuck into the intruder who makes a break for it and gets away.

It’s him.

Ronnie seemed to think so, but his bosses didn’t agree.

MO was different.

The other victims were older, in their 20s.

Lived alone.

How many people lived at that address?

Oh, Emily and her mother, a Claire Hammond, since died.

Oh, and the lodger, a Dani Shahi.

Dani Shahi, we need to speak to her.

And the other six people that were at that house that day.

See if anything in their memories... that we can use.

Justin?

JUSTIN: I’m back at the Hawksmoor Estate.

The killer filmed Jared Cass begging for his life, then threw the phoneaway.

But first, he removed the SIM card.

And you can’t do that with gloves on.

We’ve got a clean print.

Good.

Great work.

JUSTIN: So, do we bring Barnaby in?

No, come on.

It’s late and we ain’t even got his finger prints on file.

No, but he did it.

JOHN: What do you want me to do?

Call in the SAS?

I’ve got a dead copper here.

I’ve got a dead copper and a woman strangled in her bed.

Barnaby’s a vigilante killer.

All right.

I’ll take care of it.

Jeez, who beat him with the grumpy stick?

I have no idea.

Get me Ken Barnaby’s number, please.

( mobile phone vibrates ) Hello?

Mr.

Barnaby?

It’s DCI John Luther from Serious and Serial.

We spoke earlier.

Yes.

Hi, how can I help?

Nothing to worry about at all.

Just your fingerprints are not on file, and I’d like to, we’ll, take a record of them just to eliminate you from the enquiry.

Absolutely.

No problem.

What time shall I come?

Just after 9:00.

Any time after 9:00.

And just give your name to the desk sergeant.

KEN: Excellent.

Okay, then.

I’ll see you in the morning.

All right.

( mobile phone beeps ) ( clears throat ) WOMAN: Where are you going?

KEN: Nowhere.

I’m staying here with you.

( blender whirring ) ( siren wailing ) ( music playing ) How is he?

He’s gonna lose his hand.

And that fingerprint’s no good without a finger to compare it to, is it?

His fingerprints are all over the house.

So, go and find them.

Dust everything he ever touched.

You’ve still got to prove that print belongs to a finger that doesn’t exist anymore.

And we can do that.

ERIN: Maybe.

But if I was on the defense team, I’d argue it into the ground.

And if I was on the jury, looking at poor Ken Barnaby, I’d look for any excuse not to convict.

The fingerprint on the SIM card?

That’s got Barnaby bang to rights.

All this?

Looks like someone trying to give himself a chance at reasonable doubt.

BENNY: Dani Shahi, the lodger.

Married, divorced, remarried again.

Is now Dani Lane.

Think it’s too late to call?

CRAIG: Smokey!

Smokey!

Smokey!

( phone rings ) JUSTIN: Did you warn him?

Warn who about what?

( phone rings ) DANI: Who’s that calling so late?

Hello?

JUSTIN: Did you warn him?

Sorry, who are we talking about?

JUSTIN: Ken Barnaby!

CRAIG: Hello?

JOHN: Yeah, I told him to come and get his prints done.

And did you know what he’d do?

Because you know people, don’t you?

You know how they think.

Mate, I’m lost.

Whatever’s happened, I promise you I had nothing to do with it.

Again.

Sorry?

No matter what it is, it’s never you, is it?

Justin, I don’t know what you’re talking about.

There was blood on the ceiling.

( grunts ) JOHN: What are you doing?

MARTIN: Right, whatever this is, it ends here and now.

Do you understand me?

What is wrong with you, Justin?

MARTIN: I want you both out of my sight.

Back here tomorrow morning with this resolved or you’re both suspended.

John?

Yes.

Boss.

MARTIN: Justin?

( music playing ) Oh!

Cold, cold, cold!

Your feet are freezing!

How’s the headache?

I haven’t got a headache.

Excellent.

It’s too cold for any of that malarkey.

It’ll warm you up.

I’m reading.

( Dani chuckles ) ( cat yowling ) What was that?

I don’t know.

I thought I heard it before.

I thought maybe it was... What?

It sounds like a cat.

( deep yowling ) What the hell is that?

What are you doing?

Calling the police.

CRAIG: And tell them what?

Our cat’s stuck in the attic?

It’s weird.

( cat yowls ) Silly cat.

How did it get up there?

There must be a loose tile and he’s climbed in.

And can’t get out.

( screams ) Craig?

( Craig grunts ) ( creaking ) ( screams ) ( music playing ) The name, Luther comes from my granddad.

He chose it.

MARY: Why?

For love.

That’s got to be just about the best reason to do anything, doesn’t it?

So, is it too late for that drink?

( screams ) SEAN: Help me!

JOHN: Oh, seriously... You’re right.

Somebody needs to stop him.

( music playing ) ♪ I’ve got a thing ♪ ♪ You’ve got a thing ♪ ♪ Everybody’s got a thing ♪ Stop!

♪ When we get together ♪ ♪ Doing our thing ♪ ♪ In order to help each other ♪ You’re such a gentle man.

( woman screams ) I don’t know about that.

I’m gonna take you down twice as hard and twice as fast.