John Luther [ answering his mobile ]: Stop stalking me, Alice, you're yesterday's news.
Alice Morgan: Yes, I heard about the dead policeman. I was worried about you, John.
John Luther: About what, that someone else might get me?
Alice Morgan: I know how hard men like you take the death of fellow officers. Must be like losing family.
John Luther: I'm not discussing cases with you.
Alice Morgan: Not even interesting ones?
John Luther: This isn't interesting, all right? These are good cops, doing good jobs, being gunned on the streets like—
Alice Morgan: Like what? That's something we all do, isn't it, in the end? Judge who's worth more than whom? Hitler or Gandhi? The very young, the very old?
John Luther: Though, to be fair, most of us don't do it to the extent that you do.
Alice Morgan: But it does mean the difference between us is one of degree, not category. Ask Henry Madsen.
John Luther: All right, you win, okay? You're too clever for me, Alice.
Alice Morgan: Flattery to appease a malignant narcissist. That's a frivolous tactic.