& Rose Teller: So, Reid was right. This is where you spend your gardening leave, is it?.. Staring down a big hole.
& John Luther: You might want to keep your hands in your pockets. Reduces temptation to touch anything.
& Luther: She’s a malignant narcissist, this is all about prestige, power, self-affirmation.
& Rose: So where’s the gun? It’s got to be somewhere.
Luther: Everything’s somewhere. I don’t know.
Rose: Say that again. That was special.
& Rose: No, she doesn’t look the type.
Luther: That’s the thing about people, they always find ways to surprise you.
& Luther: Alice, are you familiar with Ockham’s Razor?
Alice Morgan: “All things being equal, the simplest solution is the best solution.”
Luther: 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.
& Alice: Did they make me a freak? Yes. Did I hate them? Absolutely. Did I kill them? No.
Luther: Can you prove that?
Alice: 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.
Luther: I know, and I won’t be able to do that, will I?
Alice: Well, you can certainly try...
Luther: 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.
Alice: Is that a compliment?
Luther: Absolutely.
& Alice: Are you trying to beguile* me?
Luther: 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.
Alice: 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?
& Rose: Right now, she’s little girl lost. We’ve got no real motive.
Luther: She hated her parents...
Rose: Seriously, who doesn’t?
& Luther: Do you ever get a song stuck in your head? And it just keeps going round and round and round?
Reed: T'Pau. China in Your Hand. Cool, deep strangeness, that song. High weirdness.
& Alice: Why did your wife turn her face from you, John? Why would she do that? Is it because you shine so bright?
& Luther: Is the sex good?
Zoe Luther: It’s not about the sex.
Luther: 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.
Zoe: The trouble with you, that train in your head never stops!
& Luther: Stay away from Zoe!
Alice: Is this what you did to Henry Madsen?.. So, go on. Kiss me. Kill me. Do something.
& Alice: You’d degrade the law you serve, just to protect some woman who cast you aside like offal*?
Luther: In a second.
Alice: 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?
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
And your longing makes you shiver to the bone
Your mama told you nothing of importance
No your daddy taught you nothing you could learn
You've had your sisters weighing on your pockets
N' your priest he tried so hard to get you turned
-- Dict:
beguile — развлекать
revel — упиваться
slip up — ошибиться
skew — искажать
offal — потроха; отбросы; падаль
On Imdb.
__ Not bad, not bad at all.
! Indira Varma aka Ilsa Pucci from the Human Target aka Niobe from the Rome.
++ Very correct music.
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