A real, living, breathing Thatcherite businessman. How completely brilliant.
Gene Hunt
Personal friend of the Great Handbag herself, so try and behave.
I promise not to twang his red braces.
[the elevator doors open, revealing Danny Moore; Alex's eyes widen.]
RBRyan Burns
I am the vine! You are the branches! John, Chapter 15, Verse 5!
Gene Hunt
You're nicked for the murder of Delphine Parks, the rape and attempted murder of Nina Akiboa. Anything you say will be taken down, ripped up and shoved down your scrawny little throat until you're choked to death. Gene Hunt, Chapter 1, Verse 2.
When they say it's difficult for rape victims to be believed, I wonder why?
Gene Hunt
She gets paid for having sex.
It's not about sex, is it? It's about control, and power, and revenge.
Gene Hunt
Maybe tell me about it some other time, like when I'm in a coma, or when I'm dead.
To the interview room? Where's the rape suite?
Gene Hunt
Rape suite? Is that with or without a minibar?
[After Alex enters Gene's office, having spent the night drinking and having sex, following a failed attempt at seduction on Gene]
Gene Hunt
I am trying to help you here!
Well I don't need your help! Their archaic attitude is their problem, not mine!
Gene Hunt
Wrong. It's my problem. To keep this department running smoothly, I need their respect, which I've got. They look up to me, they should be looking up to you and all!
What do you want me to do, morph into a nun!? IT'S NOT LIKE I'VE SHAGGED AN ENTIRE RUGBY TEAM, IS IT!?
[outside] I'll bet she has. [the rest of CID laugh]
Gene Hunt
How is it my fault!?
Because you left me on my own, and I ended up with some Thatcherite wanker!
Gene Hunt
I told you to go to bed, alone! If you'd listened to me in the first place, we wouldn't be wasting my time, having this ridiculous conversation!
[After Gene questions Alex's insistence on warning prostitutes of a killer on the loose]
The skeleton in the closet. Private education, years at Oxbridge, all counted for nothing really, because I, Alex Drake, was once a prostitute.
[chortles] Christ on a bike!
That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.
Gene Hunt
You're telling me you lied to get onto the force?
No, actually. What I just told you was a lie. I did it to show you how your preconceptions can inform your judgements about other people, especially prostitutes. Sorry.
Gene Hunt
You know, sometime I hate you, Drake.
[chuckles] So I'm not what you'd expect a prostitute to be? If I said I'd been raped, you'd believe me but not someone like Trixie, not a woman like that?
Gene Hunt
No, not hate, despise.
Alright, so I'm not a hooker. But if I was, do you know something, Gene? You could never, ever afford me!
Gene Hunt
You know, you might talk with a plum in your gob, love, but I would rather go with one of them [gestures to a number of prostitutes in the background] than waste my money on some bitter, twisted, messed-up, clenched-arsed, toffee-nosed bitch like you! [Alex slaps him] You feel better now?
No. [she punches Gene in the mouth] Better now. [to an astounded Chris and Ray] Come on, ladies, what are you waiting for!? Let's get pissed!
[Alex, Gene, Chris and Ray have walked into a hotel room minutes after Neary has had gay sex. Chris opens up a briefcase that turns out to be full of sex toys. He holds up a dildo and inspects it.]
He must have bloody big ears.
Wrong orifice, Chris. It's a butt plug.
['Chris looks at it, still puzzled.]
Gene Hunt
It goes up your arse, Chris!