- [first lines]
- DC Janet Scott: So last night I uh, I did this thing, I said this thing.
- DC Rachel Bailey: What thing?
- DC Janet Scott: Oh, this daft thing.
- DC Rachel Bailey: I did! Last night?
- DC Janet Scott: You did? What did you do?
- DC Rachel Bailey: Well, it wasn't what I said. It was more what I... No, go on, what did you do?
- DC Janet Scott: Oh... Sammy's getting married.
- DC Rachel Bailey: [laughs] Sammy Murray?
- DC Janet Scott: [sips her coffee] The lovely Orla.
- DC Rachel Bailey: He's nineteen.
- DC Janet Scott: It must be Lurve.
- DC Rachel Bailey: Yeah, well, someone needs to tell the lad.
- [pauses]
- DC Rachel Bailey: Oof, bloody hell. What about her, poor kid? Gill Murray as your mother-in-law? Now that is a nightmare waiting to happen.
- DC Janet Scott: Ours not to reason why; ours just to catch the bastards. You don't always get neat answers. As long as we can prove who did what, who gives a toss why.