[Chris is eating a kebab]
Steady on, Guv! Nearly lost me breakfast then!
What is that?
It's a kebab.
Looks like a bloody pasty with its arse hanging out!
“Nothing Changes” · Season 1, Episode 3
In this episode: Gene Hunt (7), Alex Drake (5), DS Ray Carling (2), Chris Skelton (2), Viv James (1)
RBRyan Burns
I am the vine! You are the branches! John, Chapter 15, Verse 5!
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.
Be honest, Viv. How do I look?
Uh, fine.
Thank you. Word of advice? Don't bother with poker.
An agency girl that accuses a client of rape, that's going to go down about as well as a pork pie at a Jewish wedding.
When they say it's difficult for rape victims to be believed, I wonder why?
She gets paid for having sex.
It's not about sex, is it? It's about control, and power, and revenge.
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?
Rape suite? Is that with or without a minibar?
This requires a cognitive interview procedure.
We're fresh out of cognitives. What say we just talk to her?
I don't think she'll open up with a man present.
Plenty of women have opened up to me without so much as a shandy down their necks.
[After Alex enters Gene's office, having spent the night drinking and having sex, following a failed attempt at seduction on Gene]
I am trying to help you here!
Well I don't need your help! Their archaic attitude is their problem, not mine!
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]
It's your fault, anyway!
How is it my fault!?
Because you left me on my own, and I ended up with some Thatcherite wanker!
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.
Bloody hell!
[chuckles] I knew it!
There, I've said it.
[chortles] Christ on a bike!
That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.
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.
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?
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!
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!
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