Top 150 Quotes From Unforgotten

John: [over dinner with Cassie] Well, we all mess up, we're all fallible, we've all done things in which we are ashamed. The trick in life, I think, is knowing which things we should forgive ourselves for, and which not.
DCI: Except I'm not sure it really is that.
Uniformed: [reporting into his radio as Pete is shown on a gurney undergoing chest compressions] Suspect is a white male, mid-40s, wearing a navy top and a grey baseball cap. He was last seen walking towards Burley Road, and the witness here said he had a knife in his hand, over.
DCI: I think a part of me wonders if I'm just coming to a natural conclusion here. I've been doing this for... 28 years?
[nodding]
DCI: There are other things to do in life.
John: Not like this.

DI: I meant to ask... Why did you bury her where you did, Hayley, in the middle of a motorway?
Dr. Tim Finch: To see if I could get away with it. Childish, really... tempting fate. But it just appealed. Do you know what, there were workmen less than a hundred yards away. Not one of them batted an eyelid.

Aisha: But what about Sal?
DI: I'd just have to deal with that. But like I said, it's whatever you guys want that is the only thing that matters to me.
Aisha: [looks at Gemma, then back at Sunny] We love Mum, Dad, of course we do, and we were like so sad when you two split. But... you've been happier in the last nine months than we've seen you in years. You're with Sal now, and that's the dad we like best.
Gemma: What she said.

DCI: [dials Adam's phone and reaches his voicemail] Hey, do you wanna give your mum a fucking ring some time?
[hangs up and tosses her mobile on the table]

DCI: What d'you mean you're not gonna let me in?
Jenny: I don't want you to talk to him in this mood.
DCI: What mood? I'm not in any mood.
Jenny: You're angry again.
DCI: No, no, I'm not. But if I was, it would be because a woman I hardly know is stopping me from seeing my own father.
Jenny: No.
DCI: I mean, I'm sure you'd prefer if I never saw him again, so you can...
Jenny: So I can what?
DCI: Oh, seriously, just let me in you absolute...
Martin: Go home, Cass. Jen is simply trying to protect me because she knows that I really do find all of this incredibly upsetting. I mean, Jesus, Cass... Don't you think it's hard enough me losing me, without feeling that I am losing my daughter as well? I mean, really, what's happened to you?
DCI: Nothing's happened to me.
Martin: Why not try asking John if he thinks that's true. Or Adam. Or your work colleagues. Maybe ask them if they think you've turned into an arsehole. Because I do.

DCI: Do you feel any guilt for what you've done?
Dr. Tim Finch: Do I feel any? No. On an intellectual level, I understand the pain I've caused... but on an emotional level, no, I feel nothing.
DCI: Do you think you're capable of feelings?
Dr. Tim Finch: For my children, yes, there's definitely something there. And I feel anger on occasion, but apart from that, probably not.
DCI: So no feelings for your patients or your friends?
Dr. Tim Finch: Mm, if I never saw any of my friends again, it wouldn't bother me in the slightest.
DCI: That's... not exhausting, all that pretense?
Dr. Tim Finch: No, I've done it my whole life, so to me, pretending is... just second nature. All of which, as I'm sure you'll know, suggests I'm pretty much a textbook psychopath.

DCI: No... I don't know. It's not really my thing.
DS: One in four marriages last year started online.
DCI: Yeah, I'm sure. I just don't really fancy ending up standing in front of some bloke I've been on three dates with in my bra and knickers.
DS: Oh, that bit never bothers me.
DCI: What, you in your bra and knickers?

[first lines]
DS: She said she found it.
DCI: A bottle of vodka?
DS: I said to her, So you found it like you found the 20 quid in my wallet last week.
DCI: What'd she say to that?
DS: She said she wished it was me that had left instead of Mum.
DCI: Ooh, nice.
DS: If I try to ground her, she'll make my life hell.
DCI: Oh, mate, I'd like to say it gets better, but you've got two girls. It just gets much, much worse.
DS: Oh, fabulous.

[last lines]
DC: I've found the rest of him.

[first lines]
Adam: [entering the house] Heya.
DCI: Hey.
[pauses as Adam pulls food out of the fridge]
DCI: So, how did it go?
Adam: Yeah, good.
DCI: And?
Adam: [pauses] I think you need to let it go, Mum. He knows exactly what he's doing. It's got nothing to do with her.
DCI: Right.
Adam: Sorry.
DCI: No, fine. Just don't come running to me in ten years' time when you've got no money for a deposit on a flat.
Adam: Right. Yeah, well. Now I know. Thanks for that.

[first lines]
DI: Murray's found our landlady.
DCI: Monty?
DI: Lovely Monty.
DCI: She's alive?
DI: Very much so, apparently. He's seeing her in the morning.
DCI: Nice one.

DS: [holding up a missing person flyer] Anyone remember the Hayley Reid case?
DC: She was on her way to a party, wasn't she?
DCI: [nods] Mmm.
DS: From a shift at a pub.
DS: New Year's Eve?
DCI: It was the millennium. 1999. Awful, she just disappeared.
DC: What was the name of the guy they thought did it? Mullins, was it?
DS: Mullery. Adrian Mullery was the boyfriend.
DC: We were exactly the same age. Yeah, I remember, my Mum wouldn't let me get a Saturday job when that happened. Yeah, I remember her.

DCI: Listen. I'm sorry if I got arsey the other day.
DS: I'm sorry if I got arsey, too. I think with my girls, I... I, I just get very emotional about it all.
DCI: No, yeah, I get it.

[last lines]
DC: I've just spoken to the friend again. James Gregory, the restaurant owner.
DCI: Okay.
DC: Uh, so the conversation was pretty brief. He was on his way to work but, uh, he was telling me about David's problems, his depression, his drinking.
DCI: Tessa never told us about that.
DC: Uh, he thought it had a lot to do with what happened to him as a kid.
DCI: [pauses] Which was?
DC: He said he'd been abused by a teacher at his primary school. And in the last few months of his life, he talked a lot about going to the police, finally reporting what happened to him. But also, he talked about confronting his abuser.
DS: And then one day he just disappears.
DCI: And then one day, someone sticks a knife in his chest.

Dr. Tim Finch: Oh, just ask the actual fucking question, Em, please. Look, I've got ten minutes before I'm due back, and I really don't have time for endless dreary euphemisms.
Emma: You don't have to get so unpleasant, Dad.
Dr. Tim Finch: Oh, you think? It's just that, as your father, I thought you might already know the answer.
[pauses and sits down]
Dr. Tim Finch: I'm sorry. I'm very stressed by all of this. But no... I never hit your mum. Apologies, but I have a two-o'clock.
[stands up and kisses Emma the top of her head]
Dr. Tim Finch: And for the avoidance of any doubt, I'm not a psychopathic murderer, either. Just pull the door to when you leave. Love you.

[last lines]
DCI: Okay. So... This is... significant. Sunny, this is... a pretty fucking huge thing I would do here.
DS: You?
DCI: Mm-hmm, yeah. To be absolutely clear: this is just me. You would never be implicated in any decision I make. But if you have a single shred of doubt, please, you, you tell me now. You tell me to go and see Andrews first thing tomorrow morning, report everything, tell him I saw them all together.
DS: [sighs, head in hand] I don't believe they could be charged, and I see no point in disrupting their lives further. So, no, I won't tell you to do that.
DCI: [gives Sunny a peck on the cheek] You're alright, do you know that?
DS: You're not so bad yourself.
DCI: I'm gonna leave now, before you try and snog me.
DS: Smart move.
DCI: [sighs and nods before standing up to leave] Night night, Sunny.
DS: Night, guv.

[first lines]
Alan: So, this guy knew his career was over before it had even started.
DCI: So, he was obviously very upset, but the others, have you got any recollection what they were like?
Alan: Is there something I should know?
DCI: Probably be better just to answer it as you remember it.

DI: It doesn't work like that. You know that, Tim. We can look into getting you some new books if you give us some useful information. The information has to come first.
Dr. Tim Finch: And what do you think the papers will make of your unwillingness to help the grieving families?
DC: I'm not entirely sure they'd see it like that.
Dr. Tim Finch: And how is D.C.I. Stuart? Do we think she'll ever return to work?
DC: Are we wasting our time here today?
Dr. Tim Finch: [smiling] You must have been very pretty when you were younger.
DI: Okay, we're done.
[standing up]
DI: We'll see you in a month, Tim, and uh... do us a favor. Next time, spare us the Silence of the Lambs schtick, okay?

DCI: [on a video call with Adam] And have you, um, started pronouncing words stupidly, yet?
Adam: [mock American accent] Only when I eat oreh-gen-oh.
DCI: [mock American accent] On your ris-oh-toh?
Adam: New... New York's actually pretty like London, it's just cooler.
DCI: Yeah, well, don't get too attached, 'cause you're not moving there.
Adam: Oh. Am I not?
DCI: Sorry. Needed here, I'm afraid.
Adam: Right, you see I... I didn't realize I had no say in this decision.
[laughing]
Adam: How's Granddad?

Zoe: [joining Marion at their usual spot outside the hospital] Said I needed to be on my own. Pulled my cancer kid face.
Marion: [laughs a little, sniffling] Um... it's, uh, it seems unbelievably selfish, um, that I'm saying this to you, you of all people, but, um, I just really want you to understand two things. Uh, firstly, um, I have some serious crap in my life which, which makes me -- has always made me -- hurt the people that I'm closest to. It just, it makes me push them away whenever I get scared that they might see something that, you know, I don't want them to. And I'm... I'm so sorry that I did that to you because you didn't deserve it. And the second thing I, I wanted to say was that, um... If I'd ever had a daughter I would have wanted her to be just like you because... I think you're smashing.

DS: Well, as Aisha would say, Oh my God, he so knows Jo-Jo.
DCI: Be nice, wouldn't it, if just one of the bastards wasn't lying through their teeth.
DS: Ah, he's a priest. What do you expect?

DCI: So, what did you say to them?
DI: What you told me to. That you didn't want a fuss.
DCI: Yeah, more of a fuss than that. That was like I went out to get a cup of bleedin' tea.
DI: [laughs] You okay?
DCI: Yeah. Just gonna keep my head down, Sunny. Do the job, not get too involved. Be fine.
DI: It will.

Sal: [on mobile] We're moving house. You need tomorrow off, which is why you booked it six bloody weeks ago.
DI: [driving, on hands-free mobile] I know, I know. It's just that we're so short-handed right now. But, listen, I'll call the removals company, get them to put an extra guy on it, and I'll try to get off by four.
Sal: Four? Marvelous.
DI: Yeah, welcome to my world. Look, I've gotta go. I'll call you later. Sorry again. I love you.

DI: Would you marry me, Sal?
Sal: You serious?
DI: Completely. Would you?
Sal: Yeah. Yeah, I would.

Ram: What the fuck is perfect, anyway? There's a crack in everything, Anna. That's how the light gets in.

Liz: And then, one night, it was right at the end of my training... I made a terrible mistake. It happened in the blink of an eye, but it changed my life forever.

DI: You stay long last night?
DCI: [shaking her head] No, left about half an hour after you. Knackered.
[pauses and shrugs]
DCI: Uh, long enough for him to ask me out for dinner, though.
[shakes her head]
DCI: Don't.

Liz: [softly, to her mother] I don't expect love from you. You've only ever loved yourself. But you will speak to me with respect from now on. Or, I swear, I swear, I will come in here while you're sleeping and I will stick a pillow over your smug, self-satisfied face, until you are quiet.

[first lines]
DC: Ah, Mrs. Slater. If you'd like to follow me.

DI: It's the one thing I can be sure she'd want us to be doing right now, is carrying on with our jobs, and doing everything we can to find Matthew's killer. And, as ever, I can see no good reason to go against her wishes.

Ram: You don't get anywhere in this world without fighting, mate. And if I piss people off along the way, good. I'm doing something right.
Bal: You've done a lot right, then.

DI: I'm so sorry.
DCI: Yeah.
DI: What are you gonna do?
DCI: What can I do?
DI: There's always projects, Cass, jump on one of those. Or take a job in admin, or...
DCI: I'm not taking a job in fucking admin.

[last lines]
Sinead: The I.R.A. wouldn't have touched her with a shitty stick.
DC: Right.
Sinead: She was just a messed-up middle-class kid wanting to piss off Mummy and Daddy. In fact, her commitment to the cause was pretty accurately demonstrated when the police knocked on her door about me, a few years later.
DC: [nods and shows Sinead a photo of David] Did you ever see her with this man?
Sinead: No.
[pauses]
Sinead: But she showed him a photo of him once.
DC: Really. This man? You're sure?
Sinead: Yeah, I'm sure.
DC: In what context?
Sinead: She said he worked for the Tories, had connections with Thatcher. She thought he was a potential target.
DC: Target?
Sinead: We weren't interested. Too small-time. But aye, she wanted us to kill him.

Adam: You know, sometimes, I've felt slightly like apologizing to you. For Mum, I mean, over the last year, 'cause she's so not been herself. When she's out of this, when the job's finished, I just know you're gonna see a whole new side to her. But here's the thing. Even with all the crap that's been going on in her life, I can just see how happy you've made her, John. And will make her. So, thank you.
John: No thanks required. Your mum is a belter. I won the lottery the day I met her.

DCI: [turns off the television in her sitting room just before her dad enters] Hey.
Martin: I just went out to grab a bag. I didn't forget to turn it off.
DCI: Dad...
Martin: I just wanted to say that, you know, I've been thinking about what we were discussing the other day. And I am genuinely sorry about what you're going through.
DCI: [shaking her head] I'm fine.
Martin: The problems at work or whatever it is personally.
DCI: My personal life's fine, too.
Martin: And, of course, I'll always be there, you know, to give you whatever I can, whenever you need it.
DCI: Wow, well, thank you so much.
Martin: It's just that, um... right at the moment, I think it would be better for the both of us if I were to give you a bit of space, so I think it's best if I move in with Jenny for a bit.

Sir: Look, I fully admit, for a few months 40 years ago I associated with some people I sincerely wish I hadn't. But... If I was the sort of person who could've done what you allege, could I really be what I am now?
DCI: Well, a lot of people might say it was an essential qualification.

DCI: [sitting at her kitchen table] Dad. We discussed it last night.
Martin: [cooking] We absolutely did not.
DCI: You said you could do the afternoon, but you couldn't do the morning because Jenny had a doctor's appointment. That's why I booked the plumber for two.
Martin: I suppose there's no chance it was you who made a mistake. I suppose it always has to be my fault.
DCI: [shaking her head] Oh, just fine, forget about it. I'll get him to come Saturday.

[first lines]
Ray: [in bed, just waking up] Oh, yeah.
[rolling over]
Ray: What time is it?
Lizzie: [standing beside the bed] Just gone seven.
Ray: [now awake, looking up at Lizzie] You okay?
Lizzie: I need to tell you something.

[first lines]
Anna: [to Ram] Where have you been?

[last lines]
Alan: Well, weirdly, I actually remember this incident remarkably well.
DCI: Oh, okay. Good. Why?
Alan: 'Cause it was so strange. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before or, indeed, ever happened again.
DCI: Wow. Go on.
Alan: So, as it says here, the car was speeding. That's why we pulled it over. And when the driver got out, Fogerty, I could smell alcohol on his breath. He didn't seem drunk, but we did a test and he failed it, so, obviously, I had to nick him, which is when he started to cry. And he was a big lad, tall. But he was crying like a child, like he was utterly broken-hearted. It was upsetting, you know? Because, well, he seemed like a nice enough kid. I mean, he'd been silly, but as I said to him, he'd get a couple of points on his license and a year ban, but it wasn't the end of the world.
DCI: Hm.
Alan: Which is when he told me. He was driving back from a party in Hendon. A celebration party.
DCI: A celebration party for what?
Alan: Passing out.
DCI: No...
Alan: He was a probationer who'd just qualified, and he was crying because he knew... Well, he knew he'd just fucked his entire career.
DCI: And the others, in the car. Had they been at the same party?
Alan: Yeah. That's why it's stayed in my head all these years. Because all five of them were newly-qualified coppers.

Jamila: I used to have faith. Faith that life would be good for me and my family, that my son would grow up with a mother and a father in our beautiful home, in our beautiful country
[sighs]
Jamila: and become a doctor, or... a lawyer, or a professor. And then one day a barrel bomb exploded and pieces of my husband's head landed in our garden. So now I don't have faith.

Ram: When I was on my knees, over him, and pumping his chest, and hoping, and praying, my first thought, my absolute first thought, was that
[sighs]
Ram: we had to call an ambulance. I never for one second stopped to consider what that would mean for any of us. I just wanted to do the right thing. And then I saw the way they were all looking at me, and in that moment, I knew there was only one person they'd ever blame.

[last lines]
Jessica: [tearfully, on mobile] Yes, she had a plate fitted and it was in Cyprus.
DCI: It's her.

Usha: [at a cafe with Sunny] I miss... us as a family. I miss us all being together. I miss you.
DI: And I missed you, Usha, when you left for your soul mate. Do you remember? The girls missed you so much.
Usha: And I'm so sorry for that, for all the mistakes I made, which I want to put right now.
DI: [sighs] Except it's too late. We've moved on. I've moved on.
Usha: And... you love her, do you? This Sal?
DI: Yes, I do.
Usha: And the girls... Surely we owe it to them to ask what they'd like?
DI: We?
Usha: Well, surely you can't deny them that? I mean, if they wanted, the chance for us all to be together again? A proper family. You always said the girls came first.

[first lines]
Geoff: Hey, love.
Fiona: Hey.
Geoff: You okay?
Fiona: Yeah, just feeling really snotty. Think I'm gonna call in sick.
Geoff: Oh, no, poor you.

[first lines]
Raheem: [to a coworker running an excavator, having seen something in a hole being dug] Woah, woah!
[grabs a shovel, carefully unearths a bone, and calls another coworker over]
Raheem: Sahid! Sahid!

DCI: [looking at the seemingly blank pages recovered from an old and very damaged journal] Are they all like this?
John: [nodding] All.
[Cassie sighs]
John: So then we scanned them with infrared.
[John leads Cassie, Sunny, and Kelly to a computer monitor showing the pages]
John: Still unreadable. So then we tried them with luminescence.
[Taps the keyboard, revealing images of the pages with now visible writing]
DCI: [softly] Oh, wow.
John: I always like this bit.
DCI: How do you do that?
John: Oh, certain materials have the ability to change incident visible wavelengths into longer invisible reflected ones if you shine a luminescent infrared light at them. Ink is one of them.
DCI: [grinning] I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about, but I've slightly fallen in love with you.

DCI: So, I do have agendas, you're absolutely right. Much as I might try and tell myself I don't. And we don't have any real evidence of anything, yet. But my instinct tells me we're onto something.
DI: Under normal circumstances, I'd say that your instincts are always rock solid. But as you say, you've got a lot of things going on for you at the moment. I, I just think we need to tread carefully. Why don't we sleep on it, talk about it in the morning? I moved in with Sal today. It might be an idea if I turned up at some point.
DCI: Oh, I think that might be a very good idea.

Jason: All my life, I've thought he walked out on us.
DI: I know. But I always said we didn't know that for sure.
Jason: Best-case scenario, Mum. Worst-case, he topped himself. His five-year-old kid wasn't enough to stay alive for. I mean, can you imagine what 26 years of thinking that does to you?

Liz: Would have expected better of you than this, DCI Stuart.

Jessica: [looking out the window of Cassie's hotel room] I don't know if this will surprise you or not, but um...
[turns to face Cassie]
Jessica: no one in Middenham's going to thank you for finding my sister. I mean, um... Maybe they'll be pleased for us on a personal level, that we can bury her, but, um... It took the town maybe ten years to get over her. The whole media thing completely killed off the tourist trade. The holiday rentals, the passing trade that the tea shops and the gift shops relied on, that all completely went, because nobody wanted to come here anymore. We were like a... a Soham or a Praia da Luz. And now that that's all going to be dragged up again, I just... I just wanted to warn you that you might not find people that cooperative.
DCI: [sitting on the edge of the bed] As a copper, I get used to never being that welcome.
[pauses]
DCI: And you? And your mum and dad? Are you glad we're here?

DI: Okay. Well, come back in with us, then.
DCI: And lose it again?
DI: It was one man.
DCI: You think? It was everything, Sunny. It was Finch, it was 30 years of doing this shit, it was the Walker case, what I did...
DI: What we did.
DCI: Everything. And being away from it, the questions fade. Well, they don't go away, but they fade.
DI: I... I don't know what to say, Cass.
DCI: Nope. Me neither.

Mark: You know what we used to call blokes like Pete, Maria? FILTH. Failed in London, Tried Hong Kong. Bit of a wild west out there, wasn't it, mate? Attracted a very distinct sort of person. I see you, buddy.
[turns]
Mark: Lovely to meet you, Maria. I'll let myself out.
Pete: [waits for Mark to leave] I'm sorry about that.
[pauses]
Pete: I need a shower.
Maria: [as Pete walks away] This isn't working, Pete. You and me. I'm sorry, but... this just isn't what I thought I was buying.
Pete: It'll get better, babes. Trust me. I've got some really good business coming in.

DCI: Would have expected better of you, Deputy Chief Constable Baildon.

DI: Thirty years. It's a long time.
DCI: [nodding] It is. Maybe long enough.

Colin: [softly] I love you.
[starts walking upstairs]
Simon: And have you told me everything, Col?
Colin: [stops] What do you mean?
Simon: That thing you do, that you've always done. That part of you you keep from me.
Colin: I've told you everything. Promise.

[first lines]
Simon: [at the top of the stairs] Hey.
Colin: [just getting home] Hey. Thought you'd be asleep
Simon: No, Flo had a nightmare.
Colin: Oh, no, is she alright now?
Simon: Fine, yeah. I think she's just feeling a bit unsettled.
Colin: Yeah, sorry about that, the brief came in just as I was leaving and...
Simon: [walking down the stairs] Wait, your clerk said that you weren't in the office.
Colin: Well, I went to The Oaks to have some supper while I worked.

DCI: [slipping on a jacket] I've told him I'll be back by seven. I thought we could all go out, have a curry or something.
[pauses, looking at her dad doing dishes in the kitchen]
DCI: And if you fancy taking your granddad for a drink before, he's a bit low at the moment. He could do with a bit of cheering up.
Adam: [sitting on the stairs] Take him down to Feathers?
DCI: Not the Feathers.
Adam: They still have pole dancers.
DCI: They're mainly Bulgarian now.
Adam: Brilliant.
DCI: I mean a nice chat over a pint somewhere quiet. Not in front of naked women showing you their insides. Don't want a heart attack on your conscience, do you?

John: [standing up] Yeah, I better push off.
DCI: No, thank you for coming in.
John: No worries.
[pauses]
John: Uh... Look, I'm probably gonna head back down to Hampshire tomorrow, so...
DCI: [nodding] Right.
John: But um... can I, can I call you?
DCI: [closes her office door] I don't know if this is a good idea right now, John. I've just got so much uh... crap on right now that I need to sort out and... I'm not sure starting... uh... Wouldn't be fair on you. Sorry.
John: I'll call you, then.

[last lines]
James: [on mobile] Els, it's Dad again. It's happened, sweetheart. They've come. The police. About her.

[first lines]
DS: [in the car with Cassie, who is driving] You okay?
DCI: Fine.
[pauses]
DCI: Scared.

DI: How was Dean Barton?
DCI: Uh, open and friendly, and uh... rather lovely, actually. Although, am I just thinking that because he has a disabled son and he does stuff for charity?
DI: Hm. I give you Jimmy Savile.
DCI: Exactly.

DCI: So, we do this by the book, Sunny. Whatever they are now, any of them, they all get treated the same.
DI: Wouldn't have dreamt of doing it any other way, boss.
DCI: What?
DI: Just... as long as we're not trying to settle scores here.
DCI: What, you think this is about my pension?
DI: I just know that the case for murder involving any of these four is paper-thin.
DCI: Yeah, right now, maybe, but it won't be, trust me.
DI: My least favourite expression.
DCI: Okay, fine. There is... a small bit of me wants to punish someone. Andrews. The Met. Fuck it, the world sometimes, but it really is a tiny bit, Sunny, and if you see it getting in the way at any point, you call me out on it.

Fiona: You've come about the body, haven't you?

Hassan: [waving his son's iPad as he walks into the kitchen] He's addicted to this. We're gonna have to send him to the priory. Omar rang this morning, said thank you for said thank you for not sticking the petition back up. I apologized on your behalf, and told him that it must have been an oversight and that it would be straight back up first thing tomorrow.
[sighs and pours a glass of juice]
Hassan: Love?
Sara: [distracted, preparing food on the kitchen counter] Yeah, sorry. Back to normal tomorrow.
Hassan: It was a joke.
Sara: Sorry, I'm tired.

DCI: [after an unsuccessful interview with Ram] Don't, just...
DI: I just think we need to slow down, boss.
DCI: I just want it over. I shouldn't even be here.

Martin: I just put down the phone on Adam. He might come down next weekend, celebrate my birthday.
DCI: Oh, that'd be nice. Did he tell you about his girlfriend, what she did?
Martin: Heh. He seemed to think it was a selling point.
DCI: What do you mean, selling point?
Martin: The term threes up was used.
DCI: Ewww, no...
Martin: At which point, I reminded him I've got an irregular heartbeat.
DCI: Youth of today.
Martin: Lucky bastards.

[first lines]
DC: [over lunch at the station] So if David was at primary school in the mid-'50s, we'd be looking at a possible abuser who's, what, in their... early 80s now?
DC: Which obviously rules out any of the people we're currently talking to.
DS: Unless the murder was committed on behalf of the abuser.
DC: What, the primary school teacher ordered a hit?
DS: Walker allegedly confronted him 25 years later. The teacher could have been anything by then.
DS: And with everything to lose if David had gone to the police.
DCI: Okay, well, look, let's keep an open mind about that.

DI: Yeah, but would a woman stab a man in the head?
DCI: If he made easy sexist assumptions, very possibly.

[first lines]
DS: So, later on last night, about half ten, Aisha comes into my room to tell me that Gemma has, once again, been Snapchatting pictures of her bottom to some lad in her class.
DCI: Oh, nice.
DS: Two hours later - two hours - I finally managed to find her phone and confiscate it.
DCI: Yeah, and it probably isn't even a lad in her class. It's probably some retired colonel from East Grinstead just like posing as him.
DS: Guv, you know sometimes the things you say just... just make me feel worse.
DCI: Hashtag justsaying.

Jamila: [watching through a window as her son plays with Chris's dog] He's never had a garden with grass before.
Chris: You like it.
Jamila: I think it's perfect.
[laughs]
Chris: What? There's a but coming.
Jamila: But... If we're going to be properly together... I need to know who you are, Chris.
Chris: Who I am?
Jamila: How does someone like you, so... brilliant, so... lovely... end up like you have? How does that happen?

DCI: [joining John at a cafe] Heya.
John: Hi.
DCI: This is a nice surprise. Were you up anyway, or...?
John: No, no, here on a whim. I thought, if you had half an hour, maybe we could just...
DCI: Ah, love, uh-uh, I haven't got half an hour.
John: Okay, ten minutes?
DCI: How about five?
[sitting down across from John]
DCI: I don't generally take lunch. If you'd booked me last week or...
John: Booked you? Well, okay.
DCI: Sorry, I don't mean that like...
John: No, no, no, it doesn't matter, it's fine.

Martin: [opens the door for Cassie, who is soaked and bedraggled from rain] Oh... There you are. We've been so worried about you.
DCI: [flatly] Went for a walk.
Martin: [in the house, by the staircase] Let's get the jacket off. There we are. Go into the kitchen, I'll get you a towel.
[Cassie shakily walks into the kitchen]
Martin: There we are. Let's get this around you. Go and sit down. I'll get you a cup of tea.
DCI: [sits down] I'm sorry, Dad.
Martin: Sorry for what?
DCI: You were right. I was lonely... and scared... and I didn't... I didn't want you to leave.
Martin: Maybe you weren't so wrong after all. Maybe I am getting a bit... forgetful. But that's not what's important right now. What's important is getting you well.
[sits next to Cassie]
Martin: So I thought that... maybe you might need to... to take some time off. Maybe you might need a bit of a rest, eh?
DCI: I think I'd like that. I think I'd like that very much.

DS: How do you think people deal with it?
DCI: Deal with what?
DS: All these cases where people pretend to be one thing for half a century and then turn out to be something else. Wonder if they still love him. Or do you just cut off? Say, I'm sorry. Loved someone else. Loved the person you said you were.

DI: [on mobile] Uh, hi, Usha, it's me.
Usha: Sunil, I can't really talk right now. I'm at work. But I was wondering, could we meet up?
DI: Um, why?
Usha: I'd really prefer not to say over the phone. I'd prefer to see you in person.
DI: Right.
[awkwardly]
DI: I really wouldn't.
Usha: Look, I know you have every right to be angry with me, Sunny. I, I know how much I hurt you. But I've been doing a lot of soul-searching recently. And I've realized... I made a terrible mistake. I miss you and the girls. I miss us all living together.
[whispering]
Usha: I want to come back.

Ram: I would have expected better of you, DI Khan. Or maybe you're just one of their coconuts.
DI: I'll be in touch.
Ram: And whoever sent you from upstairs, tell them nice try, but no cigar.

DS: [stands up and shakes John's hand] John, thanks for that, it was great. Listen, uh, if you're at a loose end any evening, there's always a few of us at The Enterprise if you fancy a drink. It's just, uh, just opposite.
John: Yeah, great cheers. I might take you up on that.
DS: Good, do.
John: Alright, see you.
DS: See you.
DCI: See you.
DC: Cheers.
DS: [to Cassie] You're welcome.

Fiona: So. I presume they've spoken to you? The police?
Liz: Yes.
Fiona: But what have you said?
Liz: I just told 'em the truth, Fiona. Like we agreed. I hope you did, too.
Fiona: Oh, fuck. No. Sorry. It was 30 years ago.
Liz: What did you tell them, then?
Fiona: I told them I was too drunk to remember anything.
Liz: Okay. Well, that can work for now. And if they interview you again, then the truth can slowly come back to you.

[last lines]
DCI: Sunny! I need to talk to you.
DS: Boss, I, I, I'm sorry about that.
DCI: No, no, no, not about that. That was just cripplingly embarrassing.
DS: No, no, there's no reason why you should feel in any way...
DCI: No, not for me. For you.
DS: Oh, right, yeah.
DCI: It's about the case.
DS: Well, what about the case?
DCI: What you said earlier, about nothing quite fitting. I think I can see a way that it does.
DS: Okay.
DCI: And if I'm right, there are gonna be more bodies.

DS: [on mobile] I don't care what time anyone else is staying 'til, Aisha. I want you back at eleven.
[pauses]
DS: Listen.
[pauses]
DS: Listen, listen! Okay, here's the deal. You can either go and be back by eleven or not go at all. It's your choice.
[pauses]
DS: Aisha.
[pauses]
DS: Ai...? Oh!
[sighs and removes his earpiece]
DCI: [amused] Hardball. Respect.
DS: [shaking his head] I'm having the same conversation every week for the last six months. It's like negotiating with a goldfish.

Hassan: Her father told me what he'd found out in the months after she ran away.
DC: This was while she was still... thirteen?
Hassan: And being taken to parties organized by men like Walker, and raped.
DC: [swallows] Did he... not report this? Did he not go to the police?
Hassan: Yes. And apparently your lot told him you couldn't do anything, because it'd been her choice to become a child prostitute, a phrase it should be fucking illegal to even use.

[first lines]
Tom: [a dredger deposits a suitcase into the workers' vessel on the River Lea] Well in you get then.
[Johnny jumps into the vessel to help retrieve the suitcase]
Tom: Come here, let's have a go.
Johnny: Ready.
Tom: [prying open the suitcase, now on land] Here we go, let's get it off.

DCI: [approaching the counter in a tech repair shop] Hi. Uh, I'm, I'm looking for Nathan?
Nathan: Uh, yep, that's me.
DCI: [laughs] Oh, right. Blimey. Last time I saw you, you'd just wee'd your pants all over my sofa.
[pauses as Nathan thinks]
DCI: I'm Adam Stuart's mum.
Nathan: Ah. Hi, Mrs. Stuart. Yeah, he said you might pop in.
DCI: [teasing] I mean, you were only nine so, you know, I've moved on.
Nathan: [grinning] He said you had a pager that you wanted me to look at.

DS: So, why the hell would you screw a freezer door shut?
DI: [opens the freezer Fran is looking at] Right. Well, that looks very much like blood to me. And if it's his, we might just have a shout in finding out who he is and maybe where he comes from.

DCI: [just arriving at the new crime scene] I am so sorry.
DS: It's not a problem.
DCI: I woke up stupid early again, then fell asleep in my kitchen chair.
DS: You tried valerian?
DCI: No, I can't do sleeping pills. They zonk me out for the next day.
DS: No, no, no, these are herbal. No, you're absolutely normal by 11, next day, easy.
DCI: Right.
DS: Although they do stink like rotting fish.
DCI: Oh, they sound marvelous.

DC: Excuse me, mate. DC Jake Collier. Can I have a quick word?
Mustafa: You was at St. Bede's, wasn't you?
DC: Yeah.
Mustafa: Yeah, yeah, you were a prefect, man.
DC: I was, yeah. Long time. How you doing?
Mustafa: Bruv, you were a proper dickhead.
DC: Was I?
Mustafa: And you became a copper.
[pauses]
Mustafa: Fuck's sake, man, why would you ever wanna be a copper?

DI: What did we do before Google? How was life even worth living?

WPC: [as Adam opens the door for her and Martin] Hi there.
Adam: Jesus, Granddad.
Martin: [awkwardly walking through the door] Sorry, mate.
WPC: He's lost his wallet, I'm afraid. And he wanted to walk home, but Egham's a bit of a schlep, so we gave him a lift into town.
Adam: Right.
WPC: Think he just needs a bit of kip.
Adam: Is he okay, he's not in any trouble or...
WPC: No, no, he's fine. He did seem a bit tearful on the way in, but...
Adam: Right, yeah. He lost his wife a couple of years ago. He's been finding it hard.
WPC: Sorry to hear that. I'll leave you to it, then.
Adam: Yes, thanks again.

Colin: [in a pub with Marion and Sara] They have no proof of anything, Marion, and they never will have.
Marion: But they know.
Colin: But knowing something and proving it in a court of law are two very different things.
DCI: [approaching their booth] Yeah, they are. Very different.

Ian: Ram hasn't changed in 30 years. He was a cocky little runt back then, and from what I've heard, he's still a cocky little runt now.
[chuckles]
Ian: Used to play the race card at every opportunity. Still does from what I hear.
DI: When you say, uh, play the race card, what do you mean? Objects to being called a Paki on a daily basis?
Ian: You come from Wales, you get called Taff, Scotland, Jock, it's the same difference.
DCI: It isn't, but let's maybe not go there right now.

DCI: You don't need to say anything.
DS: Look. I just hope... this doesn't affect our work. Or, or our friendship.
DCI: It won't. It hasn't. Alright? I promise.
[smiling]
DCI: Now piss off.

DI: You don't think we should wait 'til Murray finds out if Montgomery's still around? I mean, if she can ID Sidhu or any one of the women, it...
DCI: What are the chances? I mean, I was drinking in the Ifield just a few months later, and she was about 500 years old. So, no. Let's get him in now, please.

DI: All I'm saying is, there's a barrier between us. And I would love it if we could get rid of it - even if it's just for this case and then we go our separate ways. And maybe it *is* my fault. Apologies if it is. I'm dealing with some personal issues that... Well, I'm not exactly at the top of my game. But I would love it if we could reset. If we could just start again.
DCI: What issues?
[long pause]
DI: Yesterday, my fiancée had a miscarriage of a baby I didn't really want.
DCI: I am *so* sorry.
DI: Thanks. It was very early, but still... Complicated.
[long pause]
DCI: Fifty-four minutes before I started the job last week, my husband... my husband told me he'd been having an affair. And last night... last night I discovered it was with my sister.
DI: OK, you win.
[Jess laughs]
DI: I'm really sorry, too. That's awful. Is there anything I can do?
DCI: [laughs] Thanks. Probably not.
[Sunny and Jess are interrupted by Kaz who comes in to discuss some new evidence about the case. After she has gone, Sunny and Jess carry on talking]
DCI: So, yeah... Just so you know. This isn't remotely who I am or how I work. This last week or so, it's not... I'm sorry. And of course we need we need to talk. So send me the Zooms, please - I really want to see them. And then, let's reset.
[Sunny and Jess smile at each other. The air has been cleared]

Zoe: Because.
Marion: What, because you... you want to watch Eastenders, or because you want to go out, or because you're feeling sick?
Zoe: Well, I'm always feeling sick, fucktard. On account of the cancer.
Marion: Do you have cancer?
Zoe: [pauses] Just, really, what's the point?
Marion: [sighs] Oh, yeah, I know. You do everything you're meant to do, and you fight with every fiber in your body, and it turns out cancer doesn't give a shit. So by all means, have that cry, and just tell me that you're scared. And if you like
[taps her head]
Marion: you can give out in here as well, 'cause that's not really gonna make any difference. But, uh, please, please don't stop taking the chemo, 'cause in the end, that is all we've got.
Zoe: [pauses again] Never, ever become a therapist.

DCI: [at her home, on mobile, after being hit by Jason] He was in tears afterwards.
DS: [voiceover, on mobile] Uh... good.
DCI: Incredibly apologetic. I just think he's got enough crap to deal with right now.
DS: [voiceover] Assaulting a police officer...
DCI: It wasn't an assault.
DS: [at his home] ... is an incredibly serious offense, guv.
DCI: [voiceover] No, it was an accident. He was... highly emotional.
DS: [voiceover] I don't care whether it was an accident or not, it's just...
DCI: I'm fine.
DS: Let's just hope he doesn't go on to do something more serious, hey?

[first lines]
DSI: [on the phone] That's a lot of manpower. And, really, what are you even hoping to find 18 years on?
DCI: [on mobile] I don't, I don't know. But this has to be the most likely location of her murder. And Middenham Woods, near the Spinney, have never been searched.
DSI: This can't end like the Walker case.
DCI: It won't.
DSI: I'll see what Hampshire will give us.
DCI: Thank you, sir.

DCI: This was the address, in fact, that you gave after you were arrested in 1988 for for assaulting a police officer...
Marion: I never assaulted anyone.
DCI: ...at a demonstration in North London.
Marion: A policeman attacked me. I was defending myself.
DCI: For which you were found guilty at Horseferry Road Magistrate's court and fined 100 pounds.
Marion: You look like a smart woman to me. I'm sure you couldn't be so spectacularly dim as to suggest that a police officer from the '80s - well fuck it, from any point in the last 50 years actually - couldn't have lied?
DCI: I'm not sure why you're being so defensive, Marion.
Marion: I'm being defensive because I was on a perfectly legal march, exercising my right to protest, and I was assaulted by a police officer. And you're now trying to imply that I have some kind of violent past, and that therefore I must be connected in some way to this unfortunate man's tragic death. And I find that annoying, I'm sorry. Are we done, because I have a very busy ward.
DCI: Sure.
Marion: Great, nice to meet you.
[stands up]
DCI: And you, and if we need to speak to you again...
[watches Marion storm out of the room]
DCI: ... we'll be in touch.

Eileen: You're beginning to sound like a Michael Jackson song.

Cath: Look, I know it's really annoying when people give you trite bits of advice on how to be happy, but... you don't have to be defined by your past. I had a horrible relationship split a couple of years ago. Then my mum died. And then my cat. And I was really struggling. And then I met this bloke. I thought, God, he's nice. He's not like other blokes. I'd love to get to know him better. And it showed me that there was possibility ahead. Do you see?
Jason: Yeah.
Cath: That life goes on, Jase.
Jason: Right. Yeah, well, thanks for that. And, and good luck with the bloke.
Cath: Jase, the bloke's you.
Jason: [blinks] What?
Cath: It's you. I like you.
Jason: Really?
Cath: [laughing] Don't look so surprised.
Jason: It's just um... No one's ever said that to me.
Cath: So what I wanted to say was, shall we get that date in the diary?

Ram: I mean, what do people want the police to be? Hm? Do they want us to be like them, just normal human beings who will screw up, who will make mistakes? And we all accept that. We all say sorry and move on, and that's the deal.
[sighs]
Ram: Or do they want to believe that we're not the same, that we've got some kind of special powers that they don't? 'Cause, you know, that makes them feel safer in their beds. What do they want? 'Cause it's got to be one or the other. It can't be both.
Bal: Mate, I can't even work the Apple remote, so...

Barry: [at a restaurant where Tim is celebrating with his family] Excuse me. Just wanted to say, Dr. Finch, for what it's worth, nobody I know believes a word of it.
Dr. Tim Finch: [summons a waitress] This is corked.
Waitress: Is it? Right, sorry about that, let me just...
Dr. Tim Finch: No, no, no. You don't need to smell it. I smelt it. It's corked.
Waitress: [pauses in mutual discomfort with Tim's family] I'll bring you another bottle.

DCI: You know, um, my kids, they're not much younger than you, and um, their dad, he died when they were little. And I know it's different, because you've only just learnt about... But if you ever wanted to, um, compare notes, over a beer, I think they'd be very happy to.
Jason: [stammering] You, you know there's, um, something, uh, not right with me, don't you? Um, with my uh, wiring. So, so what I'm saying is, is, um, I, I'd like a beer, but I, I never really, uh, get asked, so, um... I might be shit at it.
DCI: Well, luckily they're both very good at beer, so I'm sure they could show you the ropes. Shall I text you some dates?

DCI: [at the dinner table with Jenny and Martin] And, uh, do you have children?
Jenny: No, never had the urge to be a mother.
DCI: Well, smart move.
[laughs]
Martin: Tell me about it.
Jenny: They take so much from you, don't they?
DCI: Uh, not sure I'd see it quite like...
Jenny: Just, I'm too selfish I think.
DCI: Yeah?
Jenny: Liked my career too much. I think if you are going to have children, you need to be around.
DCI: Mmm. Whoops.
Jenny: Well, yes, I mean, an evening like tonight, it's fine you letting us down, but how did you cope when that was your kids, turning up two hours late for supper?
DCI: Oh, we, um... muddled through.

[last lines]
DCI: [on mobile, in a pub] Hey Fran, what's up?
DC: [on mobile, outside a pub in Middenham] There was another employee, same build, same coloring, same hair as Hayley, who just confirmed to me that she went as Madonna, and she left around ten past twelve.
DCI: So you think the manager saw her leaving, not Hayley?
DC: I think it has to be a very strong possibility.
DCI: Which means the last proper confirmed sighting of Hayley was way earlier.
DC: 11:00, after which she could have easily just bunked off work early.
DCI: Okay, this is brilliant work, Fran. Let's talk first thing tomorrow.
DC: Night, boss.
DCI: [to Sunny] You heard that?
DS: So she could actually have left the pub earlier?
DCI: At 11:00, which means we now have four men, variously pissed, drugged up, possibly mentally unstable, out, somewhere in Middenham, at exactly the same time as Hayley.

[first lines]
Kate: [waving to an approaching ambulance] Over here!

Martin: [to Cassie, at her bedside] I wanted you to know that we absolutely got your message, and everything is fine. And as soon as you're better, we want you to know that everything will be back to normal. Back to street food on a Sunday on the South Bank, and the B&B at Port Gaverne at Easter. And you and me and Adie watching the World Cup, and you always asking when the interval is, and us pretending that you were serious. It's all coming back, sweetheart. Promise you. That, and much, much more. All of it.

Dr. Tim Finch: [hanging up his mobile] So, they have the parts, and they can do it in 20 minutes. Do you know Lymington Yard?
Chris: [nodding] Yeah.
Dr. Tim Finch: Right, well, let's drive down there together and get it fixed right now. And you have a photo of Frankie, I could get some photocopies done, and you can stick them up on all the trees and lampposts and whatever around here. How's that sound?
Chris: Yeah. I'm so sorry, Tim. I'm, I'm so sorry you had to come all this way. This is, it's very simple stuff, and it's pathetic. It, it was just too much.
Dr. Tim Finch: Mate, it was just bad luck. Would have floored anyone. Just don't be so hard on yourself.
[Chris scoffs]
Dr. Tim Finch: You're doing incredibly well, and we're all just really proud of you, okay? Come on.

Dean: What, so you think Stephen killed Walsh?
DS: Unlikely. He'd been dead eight months by then.

Martin: Well, I think they're perfectly within their rights.
DCI: Really?
Martin: Listen, they want and need people to stay for 30 years, so if they start making exceptions for someone who's just had enough...
DCI: Just had enough?
Martin: ...tomorrow, some bloke comes along and says, Oh, well, in that case, can I finish six months earlier?
DCI: Alright, I think you're slightly missing the point, Dad. I haven't just had enough. I've been off sick.
Martin: Yeah, well, that's another bloody con.

Ram: Just look at me, Dad. Just once. That's all I want. Then maybe I can stop all this shit. The money, the job, the lot. Just look at me.

[last lines]
Janet: [hears a mug shatter as news about Walsh's body plays in the background] Love?
[rushing to Liz's side]
Janet: It's just shock, sweetheart. It's delayed shock. From the assault. You're just in shock from that bastard attacking you. Let's sit you down.

[first lines]
Sara: So, what did he tell you? My dad?
Hassan: Enough for me to know if you never want to talk about this again, then that's fine. Or if you want to talk about it every day for the rest of your life, that's fine, too.

[first lines]
DCI: [hears a pan sizzling on the stove and rushes into the kitchen] Oh shit!
[grabbing the pan]
DCI: Woah! Oh, you...
[dropping the pan in the sink and turning on the tap]
DCI: Ah... Dad?
[opens a window]
DCI: Dad!
Martin: Yeah?
[comes downstairs and enters the kitchen]
Martin: Morning. Blimey, you all right?
DCI: You left a pan on.
Martin: Me? No.
DCI: Yeah, I wa... I walked in and it was burning. Is that your porridge?
Martin: This was off when I left.
DCI: Right, well, I've, I've like literally just walked in. So...
Martin: Well, it's still under warranty. I'll get in touch with the company.

Liz: What is this? I thought I was being interviewed as a possible witness. Um, I mean, this sounds like... Am I a suspect here?
DCI: Absolutely not. As I say, we're just trying to establish a chain of events. And if you'd prefer, I can send it to Professional Standards to interview you more formally, at a station, under caution. I'm very happy to do that. I just assumed that might be, uh, difficult for you. But it's your call entirely.

[last lines]
DCI: So, first theory: a chase that went tragically, but accidentally, wrong. Second theory: this was no accident. This was a very violent and very deliberate... murder.
Dr. Leanne Balcombe: Correct.

DS: I've got 31 blokes here who chose to get a Millwall tattoo. 31. I will never cease to be amazed by the vagaries of human nature.

Martin: Jenny calls it as she sees it, which can be irritating. Sometimes, she struggles to understand other people's feelings. But she's funny and clever, and loving.
Adam: Good. You're a lucky man.

[first lines]
DCI: So yesterday, we believe we identified the body in the case as David Ewan Walker, reported missing on the tenth of May, 1990. The postmortem confirmed that David Walker died as a result of probably a single stab wound to the chest. So... We're looking for his killer. Pure and simple. For whoever robbed a five-year-old child of the opportunity to ever see his dad again. A boy who, well, no, he's a 31-year-old man now, who has apparently spent the last 26 years praying that his father would still turn up. Alive.

DCI: Is a crime less serious because time's passed? Is a wrong less wrong because it was done 50 years ago? Or 60? Or 70? I think if people are still alive who are affected by it, or even if they remember people that were affected, I think that society has a responsibility to take it seriously. No matter how far back, no matter how old they are.

Ram: I think they're gonna come for me. Today or tomorrow or the day after, but they'll come, because the others will be saying it was me. Maybe they even believe it was. And I'll fight them. I'll do everything to prove that I didn't kill anyone, because I didn't. But I'm tired, Anna. I feel like I've been fighting all my life, and I'm so tired that maybe this time I won't win.

Amy: Mel? Why would you do that? Why would you go on national radio and talk about him like that?
Mel: I think you know why.
Amy: Because you're lonely and bitter? Because you can't bear to see him happy?
Mel: I've always liked you, Amy. I've always thought you were smart, ballsy. I even admire the fact that you're here right now. But that interview went out under 24 hours ago, and already I've had five emails from women I knew nothing about -- and I knew about a lot -- talking about his sexual taste, his voracious appetite, the things he used to ask them to do. That stuff online about him and that poor girl scared them. And it scared me, and, I'm sorry, but it should scare you.
Amy: What are you going to do with them, the emails?
Mel: Send them to the police, of course, what else? That's why I did the interview.

DCI: John? Do I seem angry all the time?
John: Not all the time, no.
DCI: I'm sorry.
John: It's all good. See you later. Love you.

Liz: So, what have you planned today, then?
Eileen: Oh, today, I'm going roller skating, and tonight I thought I might head into town and try a club!
Liz: Oh, we're in that sort of mood, are we?
Eileen: Today, I will be mainly lying in bed, Elizabeth, wishing I was dead, because everyone I ever loved, liked, or enjoyed spending time with, already is.
Liz: Right. Well, thanks for that.
Eileen: Well, if you will ask such asinine questions.
Liz: Okay, er, enjoy your lunch. I'll see you tomorrow.

DCI: [on a voicemail recording] Hey Dad. Me again. Listen, maybe I'm not gonna get to speak to you today, so... Uh, I just wanted to say, I'm sorry. Again. Seem to be spending my life apologising to you. No excuses, uh, apart from to say, this job has just... It's drained me. It's stopped me from being able to think straight, see straight. But it's ten-and-a-bit more weeks and then I'm done, and then... I hope we can get back to normal. And, of course, I get it, the will thing, and I... I just feel like a total failure right now. But I can be better. I will be better, I promise, and... then for however many years we'll have together, we'll try and get back to normal. Back to... street food on the South Bank on a Sunday, and the B&B at Port Gaverne at Easter, and you and me and Adie watching the World Cup, and me always asking when the interval is, and you pretending I'm serious. All of it, Dad, and much, much more. It'll come back. It will.

DCI: Good day?
Martin: Yup. You?
DCI: Yeah, yeah. You're late tonight?
Martin: You said when I was 70 I could stay out until eleven.
DCI: [laughs] Sorry.

[first lines]
Ray: [directing a crane operator] Yeah, put 'em on top of the other one. Easy! That's it. Just there, mate.
Terry: Oi! Three nil, mate! Oh, my days!
Ray: FA Cup, mate, who gives a toss?
Terry: You do, mate!

[first lines]
Sara: [in the attic, searching through a box] I did always keep stuff. Silly bits of receipts and things. There'll be something that proves I was there, abroad.
Hassan: Right, well, I'll start this side.

Mark: Paxton? Don't recall a Len Paxton. Before my time, probably.
DCI: Really?
Mark: Sorry?
DCI: Well, no, it's just, um... Well, I found him with a simple Google search, so...
Mark: What you asking me about him for, then?
DCI: Because I want to know what happened to him after he left prison in 1988 for assaulting two boys from a platoon in Dumfries.
Mark: Look, this is all ancient history.
DCI: Do you know, I, I am getting really pissed off with that expression, because it's just not. The sort of things that people like Len Paxton did, they're still affecting people today. Catastrophically. It... fucks up whole lives. Okay? So unless you want me to come back tonight when all the parents are here, I'd start trying a little harder to remember if I were you.

[Geoff now knows everything about Fiona's past history and that she will probably have to go to jail]
Geoff: Fiona, I am... beyond stunned by the things you've done and... so hurt and angry that at no point in seventeen years did you think you could confide in me. I'm also angry at myself for not seeing any of this, for not asking enough questions. Being too accepting. But, in the end, the simple truth is... I don't find myself... loving you any less. Much as I feel that maybe I should, I don't. I don't like who you were, and maybe I love that person less. But you, here, now? No. So... I guess we try to move forward. Deal with what happens next, as it happens. Try and help the kids through it all, and just... keep going.

DCI: Dr. Balcombe did various tests on the major bones and teeth. And she was able to determine, with actually a pretty good deal of certainty, that these remains are actually those of a young female between the ages of 13... and 15. So, this is not an adult, it's not even a young adult. This is the body of a child. So, as of now, we have a window of 34 years. And as soon as we hear back from A&C, we start searching for all missing children of that age. Uh, we're gonna start with the UK, but if we have to, we'll liaise with Interpol, and roll this out across Europe. Because not many children of that age go missing without leaving people behind. And, somewhere, there surely must be parents who have lived in a world of almost unimaginable pain for many, many years. Let's give them their child back.

Eileen: [coldly] I have to say, Elizabeth, my estimation of you has gone up enormously. You're in danger of almost being interesting.

Liz: I think it's fair to say that when I told my parents I wanted to be a police officer, they could not have been less pleased. I'd just completed a classics degree at Balliol, so it wasn't quite what they were expecting me to do next.

Julian: [at a press briefing] DCI Stuart, why are the police so shit?

DCI: [over dinner at home] I'm not saying that.
Martin: You literally just did.
DCI: What I said was, you've been... forgetting lots of things recently, and why not have a test, put your mind at rest?
Martin: My mind is at rest.
DCI: Okay, well, mine then, because, uh, it's not that relaxing wondering if today's the day you're going to burn the house down.
[inhales]
DCI: Sorry, I didn't...
Martin: Oh, I think you need to take a bit of a look at yourself, Cass.
DCI: Oh, really, is that a dad lecture coming up, is it?
Martin: Well, you clearly don't want me to be with Jenny.
DCI: Not true.
Martin: You clearly think she's trying to fleece me.
DCI: Uhh, little bit.
Martin: And I'm guessing suggesting that I have dementia is just another way of trying to scupper the relationship. Well actually... the problem is you.

DCI: My colleague, D.I. Khan, is speaking to Mrs. Halcross again right now, but from the conversation, um, we've already had with her, we're fairly confident that we're talking about the indecent assault of a child under thirteen.
DI: [cringes and sighs] If this is true, I promise you, I knew nothing, absolutely nothing about it.
[scene cuts to a flashback]
DCI: Which is why I know you'll want to help us as much as you can.
DI: [sighs] You don't need to use that. Uh, the voice we use to make them think we're their friend. I'll tell you what I know, because I'm a decent person, not because I think you like me.
DCI: [pauses, does not change her tone of voice] When we first met, you mentioned that David some voluntary work. What sort of stuff, exactly?

[first lines]
DI: [walking into Cassie's office] Just got the DNA swab results in, and we've got a match to the blood on the church break-in.
DCI: [sitting at her desk] Wow, who?
DI: Pete Carr.

DS: [waiting for Cassie to suit up before they enter a crime scene] You're a woman, aren't you?
DCI: Apparently.
DS: What is it with girls and crying for absolutely no reason?
DCI: Which one?
DS: Gemma, 'til one in the bloody morning.
DCI: I cried last week with my dad.
DS: Why?
DCI: Don't know, really. Just felt like it.
DS: What did he do?
DCI: Gave me a hug.
DS: And that made you feel better?
DCI: Uh... Not really, no.

DI: Fiver if you know when Marathons changed to Snickers.
DCI: 2000.
DI: Way out. 1990.
DCI: Oh, wow. Where did my life go?

Jessica: [reads some very nasty comments on her sister's online memorial page] Okay, uh... I'm gonna change all of your settings so that only your friends can comment.
Suzanne: What does it make them feel when they say those things?
Jessica: I doubt very much they feel anything at all, Mum. 'Cause they're messed up. And that... that isn't about Dad, or about you, or Hayley. It's about them.
[sighs]
Jessica: It's just a mirror people hold up to themselves to shout at.

DCI: [pointing to an old photograph] This is the second floor, right? You can tell from what's outside the windows.
DS: Right.
DCI: Check out if they had a lift.
DS: A lift?
DCI: Eric Slater said he used to have a fag with Jimmy in the dining room. If they didn't have a lift, how the hell did he get up the stairs? Not a bloody Dalek, is he?
DS: Well, let's not rule out anything just yet.

DCI: Seriously, what do you mean you don't buy it?
DS: You really want to get into this?
DCI: A person who's been sexually abused as a child will be a very damaged...
DS: Yes, and? Doesn't give them the right to go and abuse other kids, does it?
DCI: Well, of course it doesn't give them the bloody right. I'm not talking about trying to justify it. I'm talking about trying to understand.
DS: Yeah, understanding pedophiles, nice.
DCI: No, no, no, whoa, whoa, no no, hang on, hang on. When a kid who's been abused goes off the rails, and does something awful, we don't just dismiss them as monsters, do we?
DS: Uh, no, because they're children.
DCI: Right, right, so, so when does that kid suddenly stop being deserving of some understanding. Was it on their tenth birthday? Or, or their 12th? Or their 14th?
DS: How about when they're an adult?
DCI: Uh, no. That's when we let them take proper responsibility. And we punish them and we protect society from them. Why the hell does it also mean we suddenly just stop trying to understand them so maybe they don't do it again?
DS: Because most abuse victims don't go and abuse others, and the ones that do, choose to, and that is definitely beyond my understanding. Are we done?

DCI: I'm too bloody old. You're too bloody old.
Adam: It's 7:14.
DCI: I've been getting up at 6:15 for 30 years, so do me a favour, will you? Get up and go find a job, because we are selling this house and, in a few months, you will be homeless. Have a nice day.

[last lines]
DI: [voice-over] Cass Stuart was my colleague. She was my mentor. She was my friend. And I loved her.

DSI: They just won't budge. I'm so sorry.
[Cassie nods]
DSI: As I say, they're very happy with the first six months as sick leave, and they're happy to go half pay for another six, but, uh... they just won't allow a medical retirement. Which obviously still leaves you three months shy of your full 30 years. And I'm as angry as you are. Because I know five years ago, they just would have waved this through without a second thought. Maybe, in five years, they will. But... now? You know what it's like, Cass. They're still counting every single penny.
DCI: And what was that figure again? What does it equate to, exactly?
DSI: Erm... It's, uh... 124,467 pounds.
DCI: That I'd lose. Despite me not being able to come back three months ago.
DSI: Which they say -- they, not me -- is not the case.
DCI: And what the fuck do they know? Sir. They're bean counters. Never done a single day on the job in their lives. Meaning they have not one single scintilla of an idea what 30 years of -- sorry, 29 years and nine months - of doing this job does to a person. 29 years and nine months of having to mop up the... blood and the tears and the... rage and the despair, on a daily basis. This judgment does not recognize, that, Sir. This judgment does not cut me any slack.
DSI: And, again, I'm, uh... I'm so sorry, Cass.
DCI: Yeah, well. Me, me too.
[stands to leave]
DSI: We'll need to go back to them. What do you want me to say?
DCI: I dunno, I need to think.

James: How's he been the last few weeks, how's his mood been, would you say?
Ed: I dunno, he's just seemed... really stressed.
James: [sharply] Stressed?
Ed: Yeah.
James: Stressed by what?
Ed: [shaking his head] Dunno.
James: Stressed by watching back-to-back Family Guy all day long?
Mel: James...
James: Stressed by having to choose exactly how he's going to fuck my life up this week? What d'you think?
Ed: I'm just trying to help, mate, but to be honest, it's not my problem. For what it's worth, having a father like you would stress the fuck out of anyone.

[last lines]
DCI: [looking at her mobile] Come on, Dad...

Zoe: Why aren't you at home, talking to your husband about it?
Marion: Talking to my husband about what?
Zoe: Whatever it is that's making you unhappy.
Marion: Who says I'm unhappy?
Zoe: You're a 48-year-old woman necking vodkas on your own 90 minutes after your shift has ended.

DCI: Did you apply for this job, DI Khan?
DI: No. But they offered it to me. Multiple times. In fact they fucking begged me.

[first lines]
DCI: [entering the kitchen. Her dad is sitting at the table] Oh, Dad, I'm off.
Martin: Smell all right to me.
DCI: What've you got on today?
Martin: [working on a crossword puzzle] Oh, you know, busy, busy. Losing your touch here, love.
DCI: I had to take a work call. I'll still wipe the floor with you any day, mate.
Martin: I'll finish it for you.
DCI: See you later, old man.

[first lines]
DS: [driving, on hands-free mobile] Sorry, Dr. Balcombe, could you say that last bit again? The signal dropped out for a sec... Yeah, yeah, yeah, I can. Yeah, go ahead.
DCI: [in the car with Sunny, on mobile] Have you managed to get in touch with Winchester yet?
DC: [at the station, on phone] I did, and the files are coming up this evening. The, uh, original O.I.C. died a few years ago, so his number two's going to give you a bell.
DCI: What's his name?
DC: John Bentley. He's retired now, was a DCI.
DCI: Great. Thanks for that, Jake. Speak later. Cool.
DS: Yeah, I'll, yeah, I'll pass that on to her now. Uh yeah, thanks, bye.