Luther: All this eye for an eye bullshit, it's all just a game, isn't it, George?
Luther: Eye for an eye...
Cornelius: Peace In Our Time. I'm Adolf, he's Neville, you're the Sudetenland.
Cornelius: Here we are. You, smoking gun, damning evidence and whatnot. All in the cloud. Whatever that actually is.
Luther: You're a clever one, ain't you, George? You would have been a good copper.
Cornelius: No. Too honest to have been a copper.
Alice: You're the only person I ever knew who always told me the truth. Come what may... You never lie to me.
Vivien: You really are a bourgeois little prince, aren't you? Thought police. Sex police. Erecting an edifice of speculation, a foundation for puritanical distaste.
Luther: No, that's not what I'm doing. I'm basically trying to establish whether you would lie to protect your privacy, and the answer turns out to be "yes", which I find very interesting.
Alice: Some valedictory advice... Don't let John Luther back through your door. Not under any circumstance or for any reason. He's not what you think he is.
Luther: I had a boss, once. Her name was Rose Teller. Really good cop. She used to say, erm, an assumption is something you don't know you're making.
Halliday: How are we supposed to find him? There are like, 60,000 streets in London...
Luther: We've got no evidence. If we call it in, we'll have to go through due process. Get a warrant. It would go on and on and on and what does that mean for anyone that's alive in there now?
Luther: If you found out tomorrow that if we went in there today you could have saved someone's life, would you be okay with that?
Halliday: Boss, that's not fair.
Luther: All right, do what you have to do.
Luther: That is not what happened.
Alice: The thing is, John, you don't understand love. You can mimic it, you can recognise it in others, but you can never understand it.
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Luther: Eye for an eye...
Cornelius: Peace In Our Time. I'm Adolf, he's Neville, you're the Sudetenland.
Cornelius: Here we are. You, smoking gun, damning evidence and whatnot. All in the cloud. Whatever that actually is.
Luther: You're a clever one, ain't you, George? You would have been a good copper.
Cornelius: No. Too honest to have been a copper.
Alice: You're the only person I ever knew who always told me the truth. Come what may... You never lie to me.
Vivien: You really are a bourgeois little prince, aren't you? Thought police. Sex police. Erecting an edifice of speculation, a foundation for puritanical distaste.
Luther: No, that's not what I'm doing. I'm basically trying to establish whether you would lie to protect your privacy, and the answer turns out to be "yes", which I find very interesting.
Alice: Some valedictory advice... Don't let John Luther back through your door. Not under any circumstance or for any reason. He's not what you think he is.
Luther: I had a boss, once. Her name was Rose Teller. Really good cop. She used to say, erm, an assumption is something you don't know you're making.
Halliday: How are we supposed to find him? There are like, 60,000 streets in London...
Luther: We've got no evidence. If we call it in, we'll have to go through due process. Get a warrant. It would go on and on and on and what does that mean for anyone that's alive in there now?
Luther: If you found out tomorrow that if we went in there today you could have saved someone's life, would you be okay with that?
Halliday: Boss, that's not fair.
Luther: All right, do what you have to do.
Luther: That is not what happened.
Alice: The thing is, John, you don't understand love. You can mimic it, you can recognise it in others, but you can never understand it.
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