& Lucien Burgess: Before I go on, I might ask if there’s anyone else at home? Anyone who might, um, be able to help?..
& Ex-copper Richard Henley: I wanted to kill him. I knew it would cost me. But I didn’t care. And to this day, the biggest regret of my life is not killing the... Any idea what it’s like to feel like that?
Luther: Yes, I do. I know exactly what that feels like.
& Luther: Benny, I appreciate you coming in.
Benny: That’s OK. I was just immersed in the world of, er, King Crimson and The World of Warcraft.
Luther: Er, as much as I love you, I can’t pretend to know what that is.
Benny: What I’m trying to say is; do I smell like someone who’s been smoking marijuana?
& Luther: Alice, do me a favour. Stop interfering! All right, please, no more helping, can you do that?
& Alice: How do I know you’re not playing a double game? One stone, multiple birds... Trying to make me speak carelessly in order to entrap me...
Luther: That would be illegal. Plus I really need to catch this man.
Alice: More than you want to catch me?
Luther: At the moment, yeah.
Alice: Because if I thought you were about to lose interest in me... I’d be inconsolable*.
& Alice: This man Burgess, he’s just a naughty child showing off. You already know his flaw — his compulsion to dominate, to be in control. And you already know how to exploit that.
Luther: How? Oh, come on!
Alice: Change the state of play.
Luther: Yeah, well, I tried that with you... and it failed.
Alice: Only just.
& Ripley: All right, so what do we do?
Luther: Forget the rule book. Change the state of play.
& Ripley: This is about the law, not retribution*.
Luther: I’m not asking for your approval, son. Just your silence.
Ripley: I won’t volunteer any information, but I won’t lie for you, either. What you’re doing is wrong.
Luther: Yeah, I know.
Ripley: Why do it then?
Luther: Cos it’s right.
& Martin Schenk: Detective Chief Inspector Luther. You pass like night, from land to land.
Luther: I do. I really do.
Schenk: There’s a coffee shop not far away, shall we?
Luther: Yeah, let’s.
& Mark: Why? Why?
Alice: I couldn’t help myself.
Mark: I don’t believe that. See, I don’t think you, of all people, ever do anything unless you decide to do it.
Alice: No, it’s true. I’m a bit like that. A bit random. Slightly kooky*.
Mark: Kooky?
Alice: Absolutely.
& Alice: I’m here because, this has gone just far enough and what I need you to do now is pick up that phone and withdraw the complaint.
Mark: And if I refuse? What if somebody actually stood up to you and refused?
Alice: Well, then. I’d have to leave... And then one night... I’d have to come back.
& Schenk: Apparently, Mr. North no longer seems to believe that the street robbers knew his name, or yours, indeed. Witness memory, funny old thing.
& Benny: Beware of geeks bearing gifts.
& Luther: I think, in your own way, your intentions were good. But hurting Mark doesn’t bring Zoe back to me. That’s not how people work. That’s not how they think.
Alice: I’ll see you soon.
-- Dict:
inconsolable — безутешный
retribution — возмездие
kooky — с закидонами
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