"He's my mate. I love him" – John Luther
Right. Jesus. What the hell was that? Did we just watch Luther's Red Wedding episode? Justin Ripley – poor, sweet Justin Ripley – is dead. Mary Day – poor, slightly annoying Mary Day – is potentially seconds from death. Luther's a hurricane of bereavement, on his knees and bawling his eyes out. After last week's comparative dud, this was Luther with blood in its nostrils, roaring back to its absolute best. It was a dizzying, all-out, anything-goes hour of television. I'm pretty sure my jaw is now permanently dislocated. What on earth will happen next week?
But I'm getting ahead of myself. The signs of all this misery were there from the start. Luther inviting Justin into his house for the first time. Luther introducing Justin to his new girlfriend.