I still think we need to entertain the possibility that this could be a racial killing..
Gene Hunt
Oh, well let's entertain it, let's take it out for a prawn cocktail, a steak and a bottle of Liebfraumilch, then let's kick it into the gutter where it belongs!
[Speaking to a White Supremacist after he claims himself superior]
LLayla
About 8:30, straight after I left Sam's flat, he was still alive.
Gene Hunt
Straight after you left Sam's flat?
Gene Hunt
Well I hope you used some!
[Interviewing Layla at the station]
Have you got a shred of humanity left? It doesn't matter how bad you are, no-one should have their nose rubbed into their brother's death.
Gene Hunt
I had a brother. Some bastard with Speed took him. I tried to get him off it. I tried everything, but he didn't want to be helped. We had an argument and he left. No-one's seen him in 10 years. Drugs eh? What's the point. They make you forget, make you talk funny, make you see things that aren't there. My old grandma got all of that for free when she had a stroke.
Y'know, people take drugs, often because something's missing.
Gene Hunt
[Taking a swig of his drink] We were brought up the same and I'm fine. I mean, dad used to get fist heavy when he was loose but me and Stu stuck by each other through that.
[Sam puts his arm on Gene's shoulder]
Gene Hunt
Thank God for OPEC.
Where's Annie? She was with me when I got hit over the head. And we just picked up Ravi.
[On radio] DS Carling? Come in. Over.
[On radio, in distance] Yeah, what do you want?
Gene Hunt
If Annie dies, this will be down to you. Should have left that bloody iron on you.
[On radio] Right, OK. [To Gene, Sam and Chris] Toolbox has picked up Ravi.
Maybe if we erm, we, we...
Gene Hunt
Oh shut up, you bloody big waste of space. Ray take Noddy here and check out Annie's flat. [To Sam] You come with me.
[Catching White Supremacist after throwing brick through a window]
Gene...not to come over all 'Dorothy', but I could help you. Everyone's traceable, even in this day and age. I could help you find your brother.
Gene Hunt
I already did, Sam. Just not in time.
[Gene takes a swig of his drink]
Gene Hunt
What I call a dream involves Diana Dors and a bottle of chip oil! That's what you call a guilty conscience, my friend.
Gene Hunt
The root of nightmares.
My conscience is clear, thank you very much.
Gene Hunt
Yeah, well, as for me, I slept like a baby! [Flops back down onto the bed]
Yeah, a twenty stone baby. Burps, snores and farts.
Gene Hunt
[sitting bolt upright] I do NOT snore!
[Sam and Gene are having another discussion about police work]
Our definitions of policing may vary marginally.
Gene Hunt
And yours is?
Serve the public trust, protect the innocent, uphold the law.
Gene Hunt
Training college?
Robocop. [Pause] You can't uphold the law by breaking it.
[Sam has just returned to 1973 and to where the shoot-out is]
Gene Hunt
Tyler!
[Sam shoots the last remaining gang member who is about to shoot Gene again]
Gene Hunt
Now that's just showing off.
[To Annie] Are you alright?
[She nods]
I told you I'd never leave you.
Gene Hunt
Well, good for us!
[Sam tries to help Gene to stand up]
Gene Hunt
Get off. I'm not a fairy!
Tell me what I should do, Annie.
[Pause]
[Emotionally] Stay. Here. Forever.
[They kiss]
[Gene pulls up in the car]
Gene Hunt
TYLER! Put that soppy plonk down and get in! Blag on at Archer Lane, shots fired, lovely! [Chris and Ray emerge from the pub] You two tarts, get in! And you, flash knickers!
You shouldn't be driving with that leg.
Gene Hunt
Well, I am.
Gene Hunt
Yeah, and so will you be in a minute if you don't get in!
[On the car radio, Sam hears a doctor speaking]
DDoctor
We're losing him. Sam? Sam?
[Can hear heartbeat go faster then flatline.]
[Sam switches radio channels and Life on Mars? quietly plays. Sam turns the volume up.]
Gene Hunt
What are you doing, Raymondo?
Gene Hunt
You drive like my Aunt Mabel!
If you injure someone while driving this, it's technically a criminal offence!
Gene Hunt
Oh shut up, you noncey-arsed fairy boy!
[smiling to himself] Such elegant banter! Try and keep under 70, oh, and radio for uniform!
Gene Hunt
I don't need plod getting in the way!
It's procedure! You're not above the law, you know, guv!
Gene Hunt
What're you on about? I AM THE LAW!