Now what?

MARTIN: I’d just like to run through it one more time, if I may.

Who is this?

That’s John.

MARTIN: John?

Luther.

And who is John Luther?

My friend.

MARTIN: How did you and John meet?

When I was suspected of killing my parents.

MARTIN: And after that, you became friends?

We grew close.

MARTIN: And how exactly would you characterize this closeness?

ALICE: Well, we were simpatico.

And I pitied him.

MARTIN: How so?

He always seemed lost to me.

Paddling furiously, just to keep afloat.

I wanted to help him.

MARTIN: And what form did this help take?

ALICE: Well, John had any number of vexations and I helped him in several ways.

Tell me about Ian Reed.

He was a friend who betrayed John and hurt him very badly.

And so I killed him.

Two barrels of his own shotgun.

Boom, boom.

MARTIN: And did John-- and this is very important, Alice-- did John ask you to do this?

Good heavens, no.

He was absolutely livid.

We had quite a tiff.

Things were said.

You’re not going to penalize John for my misdeeds, are you?

MARTIN: No, Miss Morgan.

ALICE: Is he still a police officer?

MARTIN: Yes, he’s one of ours.

( music playing ) MARK: How are you sleeping?

Better.

Mostly.

What about you?

MARK: A bit better.

Mostly.

JOHN: I’m going back to work.

MARK: Are you ready?

( music playing ) ( woman screams ) JUSTIN: Attempted burglary resisting arrest, assaulting a police officer.

What’s your name?

He tried to rob a house in this state?

MAN: Not a house.

A dojo.

He tried to rob a karate school?

Right let’s get him interviewed.

We, er, we thank you for your custom and we know other police stations are available.

The thing they don’t tell you about the drugs, is that they make you smell like a dog’s arse.

That’s not very Keith Richards, is it?

Not very rock ’n’ roll.

Justin, I’ve never seen you in your uniform.

You look like you’re on work experience.

Yeah, well, my, er, my good uniform got vomited on.

JOHN: It’s all very soul destroying, isn’t it?

Actual police work, burglars, junkies... I’m working off my sins, aren’t I?

JOHN: Your major sin being that you were loyal to me.

JUSTIN: That’ll be the one.

So what, you’re in here because you picked up a shoplifter?

JOHN: They set up a new unit; Serious and Serial.

JUSTIN: You don’t fancy staying in Cold Case, revealing the identity of Jack the Ripper?

JOHN: Well let’s just see if you’re going to be as cheeky as that when you have to pick me up at eight in the morning.

Cause at eight in the morning I am grisly.

Well, I was told I’d be in uniform for two years, minimum.

JOHN: Trying to make you resign, aren’t they?

Humiliated ya, bullied you.

You’re a bit of an embarrassment.

But you didn’t leave?

No, no you didn’t.

See you in the morning.

See you in the morning.

( phone vibrates ) Justin?

Hey, what you got?

Hey, hey.

DS Ripley.

Morning.

Excuse me.

Martin.

Or is it Governor?

Whichever you prefer.

Sergeant Ripley, my old comrade in arms.

Good to see you back where you belong.

Sir.

I fancy DCI Luther forgot to tell you I’m heading up this unit?

Er, he may have omitted that detail, sir, yes.

Blitz attack, last night.

The victim is Sadie Buckingham.

Schenk.

I’m listening.

JUSTIN: She was strangled and then... Throat slashed from right to left.

Very sharp blade.

Do you think he’s having a joke, what do you think?

What kind of joke?

Well, slaughtered like cattle right next to a meat market.

Let’s have a look at him.

Mr.

Punch.

MAN: Welcome on board, sir.

Cheers.

MAN: Good to see you, sir.

MAN: Morning Guv.

JOHN: Hello.

MAN: Sir.

Sir.

JOHN: Morning all.

ERIN: Morning guv.

DS Gray.

Oh, er, DS Ripley.

Justin.

Nice to meet you.

MARTIN: Benny, can you play back those phone calls?

BENNY: The victim first managed to dial 999.

Alright.

MARTIN: After which, the killer made this call to the victim’s mother.

MAN: He is the sunrise.

He loves everyone.

MARTIN: He then called several of her contacts: her sisters, her friends, her colleagues.

Her vet?

MAN: He is the sunrise.

He loves everyone.

JOHN: Alright, first we need to do, Justin, is run background on the victim’s friends, acquaintances, make sure this isn’t an ex-boyfriend that’s gone nuts.

Erin... ERIN: I’ll source the "sunrise" chant.

See if it ties in with a specific belief system.

JOHN: A good place to start, but this, this isn’t a cult murder.

ERIN: Guv?

All of this is for effect: murder by theatre, and I bet the same goes for "I am the sun that shines".

Alright it’s designed to give him some sort of prestige... JUSTIN: Yeah, people are already talking about him.

JOHN: That’s right and if he’s that desperate to be noticed, then this was opening night.

There’ll be a lot more where this comes from.

ERIN: Okay.

I’ll source the chant.

And the mask, I’ll check websites, collectors, see who’s buying, who’s selling.

JOHN: Alright.

How’s it looking?

It’s early doors.

We’ll get him.

Yeah.

John, I, er, I know you had great loyalty to Rose Teller.

And rightly so.

But often it’s the good coppers who shoulder the blame for the bad.

Things between us, historically, have sometimes been... You had a job to do.

You did it well.

MARTIN: If I was your adversary then, I’m not your adversary now.

I have a new job to do, and part of that job is to police you.

And to do that properly, I need your trust and your candor.

No secrets.

No agendas and no Alice Morgan.

No secrets, no agendas.

So what was it like, being bumped back to uniform?

I was never ashamed to wear a uniform.

ERIN: What about working for His Satanic Majesty?

Sorry, who?

ERIN: Luther.

Is he really as dirty as they say?

Who?

They.

What, all the people who’ve never worked with him?

Look, I’m just saying you know the pitfalls.

You can tell me what to look out for.

JOHN: Where are we Justin?

Erm, nothing of interest so far.

Er, she’s got an ex-boyfriend was done for affray.

But that was back during the G7 riots.

No restraining orders.

No nothing, really.

Alright, what about the sunrise stuff?

ERIN: Er, you were right.

No specific reference.

Sunrise imagery seems general to just about every religion or cult.

Right what about the mask?

It looks antique, maybe theatrical.

If that’s the case, there’s a market for it which is good.

Problem is the internet.

Collectibles flow back and forth over international borders, barely leave a trace.

So right now I’m hitting the talk-boards, see if anybody there can ID it for us.

Right well, stick with it, see what comes up.

JUSTIN: Guv!

CAROLINE: DCI Luther?

Caroline?

JUSTIN: Er, DS Ripley.

Caroline Jones.

JOHN: Caroline, Now’s not a good time for me.

JUSTIN: It’s alright, boss.

We can give you a minute.

How long have you and DCI Luther known one another?

Since my husband accidentally killed a prostitute.

JOHN: Who is she?

CAROLINE: She was self- mutilating at fourteen.

She’d cut herself with a razor top of the arms, top of the thighs, places I couldn’t see.

Before you know it, she’s stealing from me, lying.

Threatening me with a knife.

Then she just runs away.

Gone.

JOHN: Caroline, okay, listen, I’m going to stop you here.

’Cause what you’re going to tell me, I can’t help.

CAROLINE: She was selling herself at seventeen.

JOHN: I might not like it.

You might not like it.

But, well, Jenny’s made her choices.

Do you ever hear of necro-porn?

This is what they’re going to do to Jenny.

This afternoon.

Explain to me how this isn’t rape.

The men who do this aren’t actors.

They pay for it.

Do you understand what that means?

Men are paying to rape my daughter.

JOHN: So many times, I’ve tried to help people by doing things that I shouldn’t have done and... it’s only made it worse.

CAROLINE: You think?

You didn’t need to treat her dad the way you did.

Degrading him in public.

Humiliating him.

It was the only way I knew how to stop him.

CAROLINE: What you did to me, to her dad, it messed her up.

So this is your fault.

As much as her dad’s, this is your fault.

For what you did to us.

I’m a policeman.

What did you want me to do?

CAROLINE: And your wife?

Is she proud?

Alright, I’ll talk to her.

I can’t promise I’ll change her mind.

Have you got an address?

No, this is all I’ve got.

JOHN: Alright, no jokes, okay?

BENNY: There’s no joking about this sort of thing.

Is that wee girl okay?

JOHN: Well, she is now.

Apparently.

But Benny, I need to find her today.

Or that is going to happen to her.

Or worse.

Now, you’ve worked vice.

Any laws you have to break to help me do that?

Well, people like this like to keep a low profile for obvious reasons.

But if there’s a revenue stream, there’s a paper trail.

So I’ll make a few phone calls, see what I can dig out for you.

Alight, just let me know as soon as you know anything, alright?

BENNY: No problem.

( indistinct chatter ) ( camera clicks ) Excuse me, are you an art student?

God, am I that obvious?

No, no, no.

Where do you go?

Erm, St Martins.

No!

Me too!

I went to St.

Martins.

Really?!

Yeah.

God, it’s a small world or what?

What’re you doing?

Erm, Fine art or... Er, no, textiles.

Oh?

Yeah, we have to, erm, design a print that somehow evokes London.

Well, you came to the right place for that, eh?

I mean, this, this is, is London!

It used to be a quiet little lane, you know lined with elm trees and so on.

But they’ve been selling stuff here since 1608.

Then in the 17th century, the Huguenots arrived.

Er, 18th century, it becomes like a center for, er, for cloth making.

And then in 1830, they tried to change the name.

"Petticoat" was considered too raunchy for the Victorians.

But it didn’t work.

Petticoat Lane endures.

Are you like a local historian?

No, no, no, I just love the place.

You can feel the time.

Like, layers of time.

Strata of time.

A big cake of time.

You know, it’s magic.

It’s got magic to it.

Hey!

Do you want to see something really cool?

No, no, I’m fine thanks.

The most London thing ever.

ABBY: No.

The single most London thing you’ll ever see?

Honestly, I’m fine, thank you.

( screams ) ( muffled cries, choking ) MAN: He is the sunrise, he loves everyone.

He is the sunrise, he loves everyone.

He is the sunrise, he loves everyone.

( siren wailing ) JOHN: Smithfield.

Petticoat Lane.

He’s a London boy, ain’t he?

We know he likes the, the attention.

So, erm, do me a favor, confiscate every one of those mobile phones.

ERIN: On what grounds?

Legally?

Find grounds.

All right, we need to start collecting data on all the crowds that show up at the crime scenes.

Comparing faces.

See if the same face doesn’t show up more than once.

Sometimes serial offenders return to the scene, enjoy the chaos they’ve caused.

It makes them feel omnipotent.

Yeah I know.

It’s just... Look, he says "confiscate".

What he means is, "appeal to the owner of the phones," okay?

Fine.

But that’s not what he said, is it?

JOHN: Yeah, I’d like you to speak to my detectives.

Anyone else?

Can you just give us a little room, please, er, so we can work, alright?

Now you can go home, if you can, please.

MAN: Move back.

Can you clear some space.

ERIN: Can you move back everyone.

MAN: No more photos.

ERIN: Make some space, thank you.

Excuse me.

( indistinct chatter ) JOHN: Message for DS Ripley, chasing suspect, North Burch Estate, Southside.

Thin IC1, brown hair, hurry up.

JUSTIN: Where?

( grunting, taser crackling ) MR.

PUNCH: Don’t ruin it!

( screams ) ( siren wailing ) MAN: ( indistinct ) Go, go!

JUSTIN: Boss?!

Go.

Go, go.

Check outside.

ERIN: Through there.

JUSTIN: Are you okay?

What?

What do you want?

JOHN: Evidence bag!

MAN: Oh, what do you mean, he’s lost you?

Well, he must be coming your way.

ERIN: In here.

JOHN: Yeah, DNA.

MAN: ( indistinct ) Hey, get up.

Come on, ( indistinct ) JOHN: Oh.

( siren wailing ) JOHN: Oh.

Helicopter’s after him, uniforms, dogs, the lot.

But he got away.

Yeah.

He’s fast.

JUSTIN: He’s more than fast.

He had a getaway route scouted out.

I bet he did.

The DNA?

It’s being expedited.

Imminent danger to life and so on.

Can you even see anything?

Cheers mate.

Erm, listen, call me as soon as that DNA result comes in, alright?

Where you going?

To a hospital.

Do you have permission to be here, sir?

( indistinct ) Thank you.

Alice.

What’s this?

A permanent solution to a temporary problem.

How many times have you tried it?

Fewer than a hundred.

Sadly, each attempt ended in failure.

So they gave me no choice but just to... keep on living.

And to keep you safe, they put you in here.

Well, it is a secure hospital, John.

As secure as a prison?

One can only assume so.

You seeing anyone?

It’s none of your business.

ALICE: Because I’m not.

Most of the people in here are women.

Not that I mind, per se.

Needs must.

But they do tend to veer on the mentally ill.

Child abuse, spouse abuse, alcohol abuse.

It’s all just breathtakingly un-erotic.

What about you?

What about me?

Have you left yet?

Left where?

The police force.

No.

Will you?

Yeah.

Yeah, I’m leaving.

When?

Soon.

I’ve just got a couple of things to take care of, get Ripley back on track.

And there’s this girl.

What girl?

JOHN: Just, a girl.

I said I’d help.

Which is exactly the problem.

Yeah.

But then I’m done.

ALICE: Good, because the people around you are vampires.

They’ll suck your veins dry, crack open your bones, and lick out the marrow.

You’ve done enough for them, so step away and find yourself a life worth living.

Well, that’s the plan, anyway.

Where will you go?

I don’t know.

I always wanted to see somewhere hot.

I’ve never seen a desert.

Perhaps see some sharks.

Oh, I’m a great fan of sharks.

Daddy took me snorkeling once for my birthday to see them in their natural habitat.

Did you see many?

Enough to realize I prefer them in aquariums.

No, I’ve always wanted to go and see the Very Large Array in New Mexico.

It’s not the biggest in the world, of course.

Or the most modern.

But it is iconic and I grew up wanting to see it.

It’s quite spectacular.

Out there in the desert.

We could go together.

JOHN: You want some?

Mm, mm.

I’ve got to go.

Madman to catch.

Need any advice?

No.

I’m pretty up to speed with my... lunatics.

Well.

Don’t be a stranger.

JOHN: Benny!

Well, the death porn is produced by a foreign registered offshoot of Hemina Films.

MAN: Can I help you?

Yeah, you can shut up.

( woman moaning ) Who are you?

So what you’re telling me is your mum has no right to be worried about you, hmm?

Listen, officer whoever.

I’ve seen stuff you wouldn’t even believe.

So best not patronize me, eh?

Of course, of course.

I don’t mean to.

Anyway.

It’s just sex.

Letting someone have sex with you while you’re unconscious.

That’s not "sex only", is it?

JENNY: I’m a sex worker!

So yeah, I do some funny things, but at least I’m my own boss and I don’t have to believe a load of bull[...] that people shove down each other’s throats about love, and marriage, and monogamy, blah, blah, blah.

Are you married?

I was.

JENNY: Exactly!

"Was."

How long?

Eighteen years.

JENNY: And how many times did you do the dirty on her?

Never.

Well, it’s my life and actually, I really like it.

Oh, yeah, so what about the drugs?

The meth?

You see, I think you’ve got one, maybe two months before your teeth start falling out.

Come on, Jenny, eh?

You see, the thing is I don’t think you’re doing this by choice.

Not really.

That’s just a cuddly thought so you can sleep at night.

Nah.

Need the coinage.

Rent to pay.

What do you want?

Alright, well, I can tell I’m not going to change your mind.

So why don’t you just call your mum?

Let her hear your voice?

It’s not my voice she wants to hear.

She’s no different from the freaks that get off on these films.

It’s not who I actually am that matters.

It’s who they wish I was.

MAN: Jen.

Oi.

JENNY: Tell her I’m fine.

Alright, that’s it, the shows over.

Come on, the shows over.

Come here.

Oy, Oy, Oy.

Jenny Jones... Get off me.

I am arresting you on suspicion of possessing a controlled substance.

Get off me.

You do not have to say anything but if you do not mention... JENNY: Help!

Help!

What did I do?

You didn’t find any drugs.

Search me.

I don’t take drugs.

I’m clean.

JOHN: Can you do me a favor?

Yeah, can you shut up for one second?

JENNY: I’m clean!

I’m clean!

I’m clean!

JOHN: Justin?

Did you get a beat on that DNA?

Er, yeah, Cameron Pell.

Artist.

Well, failed artist.

A history of mental illness?

JUSTIN: No.

But the man’s got serious issues.

Five years back he was arrested for gate-crashing some modern art exhibition.

He’s burst in wearing a clown mask, slashed a lot of paintings with a flensing knife.

When they tried to throw him out, he’s gone completely Tonto.

Cut up two doormen.

Lucky to escape an attempted murder charge.

Right, did you get an address?

JUSTIN: Yeah, I’ll send it to you now.

Alright, erm, I’ll see you there.

JUSTIN: Yeah, see you there.

You off to arrest someone?

JOHN: Yeah.

Well, you’re screwed then.

Because I’ll do you for false arrest.

I had reasonable and probable cause to think you were committing a crime.

And listen, one more peep out of you, yeah, and it’s with intent to supply.

You’re a liar!

And you’re a junkie hooker, and I’m a copper.

JENNY: You’d do that, would you?

Stitch me up?

Yeah, in a millisecond, just to shut you up.

JENNY: Do you know what they’ll do to me for this?

They’ll break my ankles if I’m lucky.

Listen, look at me, nothing’s going to happen to you, alright?

Yeah?

Who says?

You?

Yeah, me.

JENNY: They do know where I live, you know.

People like that, they always do.

Come on.

Mark, I wouldn’t do this unless I absolutely had to.

Do what?

John, who is this?

JENNY: How do you know him?

Cause you’re obviously not one of them, no offense, whatever.

MARK: No offense taken.

Well, erm, it’s a long story.

Give me the edited highlights.

Okay.

Okay.

Long story, short version.

I was gonna marry his ex-wife.

Seriously?

What, and now you’re mates and everything?

Well, well mates is probably pushing it but... So where is she?

His ex, your missus?

She died.

Ouch.

Sorry.

Mouth on me sometimes.

MARK: It’s alright, you weren’t to know.

And what about you, how do you know him?

I don’t.

Not really.

As far as I can see, he’s just your random smurf popped out of nowhere.

MARK: So why the... Long time ago, my dad killed this girl, it was by accident and everything but, he panicked, cut her up and whatnot.

Put all the bits in wheelie bins.

MARK: Jesus.

I’m sorry.

JENNY: So this bloke Luther was one of the coppers that put him away.

And your dad?

Killed himself in prison.

MARK: Jenny, listen, I know how hard, how hard it can be losing someone that way.

JUSTIN: No sign of Cameron.

Flat’s completely empty.

JOHN: Why the empty flat?

It’s almost like he’s never been here before.

( device beeping ) WOMAN: Hello, your call cannot be taken at the moment, so please leave your message after the tone.

CAMERON: I know you’re there.

JUSTIN: Benny, it’s Ripley, mate.

I need you to trace a call going to this number, yeah?

Hello Cameron.

How’s your arm?

CAMERON: You think because you tasted my blood that you know what I am.

JOHN: Well, to be fair, I am standing in your flat.

CAMERON: You don’t know what I am and you don’t know where I am.

So where are you?

CAMERON: Everywhere.

I can walk down any street... He’s close.

Less than a mile.

CAMERON:...on any door.

I am the shape at the window, I am the hand under the bed.

So what’s the play, Cameron?

I mean, because that’s what it is, isn’t it, it’s a play?

With Cameron Pell starring as Mr.

Punch.

CAMERON: Do you know anything about this city?

JOHN: Well I know that it smells a bit funny, when it gets hot.

CAMERON: This.

Now.

Everything.

This place.

This time.

This cretinized culture.

We are the richest and most decadent people... Less than three minutes.

CAMERON:...who ever lived, and still we’re dissatisfied.

We have lost our history we have lost our myths.

You see kids in Whitechapel play video games in which they score points by killing prostitutes.

They’re totally indifferent to the specter that walks past their window.

This is a dead city.

It’s an unreal city.

And do you know why?

No, no, why don’t you tell me why?

CAMERON: We are so indifferent, that we don’t care.

It’s like we’re medicated.

And how are you going to make us wake up?

CAMERON: I’m going to remind people what it’s like to be really scared.

You ever heard of Spring Heeled Jack?

Spring Heeled Jack, I’ve heard of Spring Heeled Jack.

Victorian bogeyman.

Mask.

Red Eyes.

Are you cribbing your ideas from Penny Dreadfuls?

CAMERON: They called him the Terror of London.

And do you know what made him terrifying?

He could do whatever he liked to whomever he chose, wherever he chose, whenever he chose.

And he was never caught.

He just disappeared.

Passed into folklore.

JOHN: Oh, yeah?

Is that what you want to do then, eh?

CAMERON: I’ve already done it.

You just don’t know it yet.

JOHN: Are you sure about that?

Cause last time we spoke, you were pretty scared that I was gonna ruin it.

CAMERON: I was.

Thanks mate.

CAMERON: Yeah, I was.

But not anymore.

Why should I be scared, I can take anyone I choose.

You can watch later tonight.

What do you mean?!

CAMERON: I hope you’re excited, because I am.

JOHN: Watch what Cameron?

Hey, Cameron?

What do you mean?

What are you going to show me tonight?

Hey, Cameron.

How long?

JUSTIN: Less than a minute.

JOHN: Too late.

He’s gone.

Where is Cameron?

I haven’t seen Cameron for two years.

I don’t know what you expect me to tell you.

No offense, but I think you do.

JUSTIN: So you were at art school together?

Well, I was at art school.

He’d hang around the refectory.

Sort of, you know.

Talking art.

JOHN: Did he ever talk about... this?

Spring Heeled Jack?

JOHN: Yeah.

About ten zillion times.

Yes, it was his childhood obsession, Spring Heeled Jack’s in the cupboard, Spring Heeled Jack’s waiting at the bottom of the garden, in the bushes.

Well, he had to see somebody about it, a psychologist or a psychoanalyst.

Anyway, they teased him about it.

Made him feel like a freak.

I suppose he was a freak, really.

Still is... a freaky little freak.

JUSTIN: Did Cameron ever hurt you?

No.

Why did you hesitate?

CANDICE: Because sometimes, he’d get this look in his eyes.

JOHN: What look?

Like he wanted to... ( knocks on door ) Boss?

JOHN: Yes?

Sorry, this is urgent.

It’s him, you’re gonna want to see this.

JOHN: What is it, Benny?

BENNY: This has just come in.

JOHN: Is this live?

Yeah, it’s happening right now, it’s live.

He’s using some sort of handheld web cam or something.

It’s been sent to us directly.

JOHN: He’s taunting us.

Do we know the street?

BENNY: I can’t tell.

JOHN: I want everyone on this.

Alright we need to find that street.

Partial plate!

JOHN: Dig it up.

Give me an address.

ERIN: Benny, can you send it over?

BENNY: Yeah, it’s with you now.

JOHN: Gray, as quick as you can.

Come on, Erin.

BENNY: He’s knocking on doors.

Gray, come on.

It’s coming, it’s coming.

There’s eighty vehicles with that partial.

Benny, can you narrow down the model?

It’s a light, brown, gold BMW 5 series.

Please, don’t open the door... BENNY: Late 80s, early 90s?

JOHN: No answer.

BENNY: Thank God.

ERIN: Yeah, got it!

Car registered to Grant Morrison, 37 Eastmead Street.

Wait, wait!

Let me double check.

ERIN: What?

JUSTIN: He might be parked on the next street.

He could be outside his girlfriend’s house.

He might have lent his car to a mate.

So Eastmead Street runs alongside a canal and that’s... Well, then where the hell is this?

Come on, find it, find it.

JUSTIN: Check every street within half a mile North to Southwest of Eastmead Street.

JOHN: Don’t.

ERIN: Got it.

JOHN: Oh no, no!

No, no!

No, no, no!

It’s Egmont Terrace.

Two streets South West.

Alright, call it in.

ERIN: This is DS Gray, SSU requesting urgent armed response to Egmont Terrace, E1.

And send an ambulance.

Did something happen?

DS Gray, DS Ripley, please escort Ms.

Calvert home.

ERIN: This way, please.

Right this way, please.

MARTIN: How you feeling?

I’m angry.

Too angry?

Just angry enough.

Because I can’t have the wheels coming off this thing, John.

It won’t, Martin.

MARTIN: I fought tooth and nail to get you back into the fold.

I fought hard and I fought dirty.

Don’t squander it now.

( indistinct radio chatter ) I was just wondering.

Yeah?

Would you mind just coming up with me?

Just to check under the bed.

That sort of thing.

I just keep thinking... ERIN: Of course, it’s not silly at all.

WOMAN: All units, this is Sierra Oscar 52.

ID’d one, dark clothing, light brown hair.

Suspect at large.

( indistinct radio chatter ) I live just upstairs.

( phone rings ) CANDICE: It’s the shop.

Do you want a cup of tea?

I’ll just check upstairs.

CANDICE: Sorry, it’s just a fuse.

ERIN: Oh!

Ripley, all clear in the house.

I’m just going to make sure Miss Calvert’s alright.

Okay, copy that.