Scenes with Chris Skelton 27
[Gene and Alex enter the CID office; Gene eyes the information on a display board]
What's this? Dorothy Blonde, kidnapped yesterday morning.
8:21. The parents are on their way in. There's been a ransom demand.
Well, we better get her back then, hadn't we? Who's in charge of this shambles?
It's not that incredible. [Gene walks to the door of his office where his name has been replaced with Ray's] DCI Timmons wanted to keep hold of his office so I thought I would...
Chris Skelton
We didn't think you were coming back, guv.
Nor did I after the report you gave the enquiry.
Chris Skelton
They asked all sorts of questions they already knew the answers to.
Chris Skelton
Nah, it was definitely English.
LLouise
Being undercover, it’s not what I thought it would be.
Chris Skelton
Well, you've got balls though. [Louise looks at Chris] You know what I mean, you've got balls, balls as in...
[Chris and Gene wait outside the club in order to catch Frank. Litton and Bevan arrive. Gene starts to tell them that he is about to arrest Frank Hardwick when Chris spots Alex and Shaz entering the club]
Chris Skelton
Guv!
Not now Chris, I’m gloating!
Chris Skelton
No guv, it’s Drake and Shaz.
[Gene turns to see Alex and Shaz]
Oh Drake, don't you bloody dare.
What would you do if someone wasn’t telling you the truth?
Chris Skelton
Why, you been to that Tranny bar again?
[The team are in the morgue]
Looks like we’re dealing with murder.
[Thinking up a plan] But what if he’s not dead?
[The rest of the team cotton on apart from Chris]
Chris Skelton
[Pointing at the dead body on the slab] I think you’ll find he is, guv?!
[Ray and Chris stand in a street waiting for Litton to show up and meet Bevan in a cafe. Ray looks up and notices hundreds of stars in the sky right above them, he seems transfixed on them for a second and once they disappear he turns to Chris]
Chris Skelton
What?
Chris Skelton
What stars? With all this pollution!
It was weird. It was a bit like we’re on the edge of the world, like we’re bloody astronauts.
[Chris dismisses Ray’s comments]
Chris Skelton
Right, well, radio mission control when you’re on the way to the hospital, yeah?
[still slightly confused] Yeah.
[Chris heads for the hospital leaving Ray alone in the street]
Chris, do we have a description of the suspect?
Chris Skelton
Erm, yeah. Male. Tall. Slim build, about 5 foot 12.
Chris Skelton
Guv, the CCTV is up and working.
[The team enter the room with the CCTV monitoring equipment. They view the prisoners on a screen]
[Getting close the screen and the mic] Oi! Scrot you’re being watched by DI Ray Carling.
[There is no reaction by the people on the screen]
Chris Skelton
Any news on Viv guv?
He’s been moved. We can no longer see him on the CCTV.
Yes. Feel free to butt in, Jim!
[Believing they are about to die at the hands of the prisoners, Ray and Chris reflect on life and their friendship]
You’ve been a good pal to me. I don’t know how to say this without looking like a twat.
Chris Skelton
Go on.
Well. If you don’t make it out of here, can I have your mug? 'Coz mine is knackered.
[In Luigis', in the aftermath of Chris and Gene's fight]
Chris Skelton
You're the best DCI I've ever met, and I've been proud to work under you. But I'm not going to be your doormat any more, Guv. Those days have gone.
[Gene walks up to Chris as Shaz, Alex and Ray look on nervously]
Chris Skelton
Buy me a drink, and we'll say no more about it. [holds out his hand]
Luigi, get Mr. Skelton a drink.
[Chris and Gene shake hands, followed by a heartfelt hug]
[Having confronted Gene, Chris gets his Life On Mars moment where he hears music and a voice. Afterwards he speaks about it to Ray and Shaz who have had similar moments]
Chris Skelton
I’ll tell you something else about that voice. You remember that landlord at The Railway Arms?
Yeah, Nelson. How could I forget?
Chris Skelton
Well, the voice, it was him!
[Having left the restaurant Ray, Chris and Shaz are having a discussion that ends with Shaz accusing Ray of being racist towards African people]
Chris Skelton
Well, you don’t like the Welsh.
Yeah, but I wouldn’t like them whatever colour they were.
God, it’s like 1953 in your heads, isn’t it?