rosemadder:

Glenn: League tables? I haven’t got a bloody clue what you’re on about, sir.

Sam: It’s a list… with the likeliest targets at the top.

Glenn: Why couldn’t you say that in the first place?

Ray: Because he wouldn’t have sounded like a twonk.

Sam: Sorry Ray, I forget you have trouble with words with more than no syllables.

rosemadder:

Glenn: League tables? I haven’t got a bloody clue what you’re on about, sir.

Sam: It’s a list… with the likeliest targets at the top.

Glenn: Why couldn’t you say that in the first place?

Ray: Because he wouldn’t have sounded like a twonk.

Sam: Sorry Ray, I forget you have trouble with words with more than no syllables.

magicallaw:

GENE: So what’s these staff appraisals then? More of your Age of Aquarius bollocks?
SAM: I could do an appraisal on you, if you like.
GENE: Hey. If there’s any appraising to be done, I’ll be the one to do it.
SAM: You don’t even understand the concept of it.
GENE: How about “Doesn’t obey me orders, goes off on his own whim”?
SAM: No, that’s not how it works.
GENE: I know. I just felt like saying it.
There’s a long silence, which SAM eventually breaks.
SAM: So what about the money?
GENE: It’ll be confiscated. Harry’ll lose his pension.
SAM: So he’s… he’s gonna die penniless and alone.
GENE: No. I won’t let that happen.
SAM: Do you want my appraisal of you?
GENE: No.
SAM: It’s your round then.
GENE: Thank you.

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magicallaw:

WOOLF: So… how do we get out of this?
GENE: We arrest you.
WOOLF nods, then looks to SAM.
WOOLF: Have you told him?
GENE: Have you told me what?
WOOLF: Ah, you were trying to protect him. He really does know his onions, this lad.
GENE: Have you told me what?!
WOOLF I’m dying, Gene. A year, maximum. Let me have the cash, ticket to Majorca, and I’ll disappear forever. No one else needs to get hurt. Let me see this out in peace. How many villains have I put away? Doesn’t that earn me something?
GENE: No.
WOOLF: Give me the book, Gene.
He cocks the gun. GENE shifts the deposit book to his other hand, reaches inside his jacket and takes out his own gun.
GENE: Great minds think alike.
SAM: Okay, don’t be stupid. Come on, it doesn’t have to end like this.
WOOLF: Are you really capable of taking me down? After I made you?

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magicallaw:

ANNIE: Superintendent Woolf is one of the most respected members of the force. Other than this gossip, what evidence have you got to suspect him?
SAM: I’ve read the books, Annie. I’ve seen the documentaries. “When Good Cops Go Bad.” This is the time when it all happened.
ANNIE: Why would he put himself in that situation? Just think of what he’s got to lose. His reputation, his pension, his friends, his colleagues…
SAM: I know, you’re right, I know. of course you are
ANNIE: You’ve got to tell DCI Hunt.
GENE: Got to tell me what? … Well, it’s all becoming clear now. Glances across the canteen. Late-night conversations in the office. Before you know it, Cartwright, you’ll be stuck at home with nine kids doing the ironing while he’s touching up the youngest blonde in the typing pool. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
SAM: How does you missus put up with you?
GENE: Must be my legendary prowess as a lover.

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magicallaw:

SAM: Look, you don’t have to play Uncle Tom to fit in around here. Okay? You’re better than that.
GLEN: Hold up. DI Tyler? You were at Hyde!
SAM: Yeah.
GLEN: You know, I was at Hyde for a bit. Weren’t there a bit of bother? I’m sure I remember your name.
RAY: Here we go! Come on. Tell us what a bastard he really is.
SAM: I— I… you’re… you must be, um… mixing me up with somebody else.
GLEN: No. I don’t think I am.

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silverheartdarkbluesoul:

Favourite ‘Life On Mars’ Screencaps [One Per Episode]
Episode 2.02

ans99:

“Are you deaf?”

Yeah, I am loving Series 2 so far. <3<3

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