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SAM: You’re not going to set him up, Gene.
GENE: I don’t need to, Sam. Forget logic, what does that tell you?
ANNIE: He’s rotten, Sam. We’ve got to bring him in.
GENE walks forward, towards VIC. SAM promptly pulls the gun on GENE. GENE looks at him.
GENE: Now, that’s an odd thing to do.
SAM: You don’t want me to leave. But I have to leave, Gene.
ANNIE: He’s under stress, sir.
GENE: Yeah? Well, I’m not exactly dozing in a deck chair meself, here.Life on Mars, 1.08
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VIC: All I ever wanted was security for my family.
SAM: You don’t get security from playing poker.
VIC: And you don’t get rich from selling mopheads.
SAM: Sorry.
VIC: I just wanna give my family the life they deserve. I’d give anything for that. How long’s this gonna take?
SAM: Ten minutes… three hours…
VIC: We just sit here?
SAM: I’ve got a— there’s some in the boot— We could, um… just to kill time.Life on Mars, 1.08
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GENE: So what were you saying? We should let the gentleman go, Sam?
VIC: Ah, I’ve got a young lad called Sam.
GENE: I’ve got a pain in the arse called Sam.
SAM: Wha… what’s he like, your… lad?
VIC: Ah, he’s always busy. Up here— He points to his head. You know what little nippers are like. All that make-believe.Life on Mars, 1.08
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Ruth: You.
Gene: Have you met?
Ruth: Inspector… Bolan?
Sam: Tyler. We met in connection with a burglary. Uh… I thought it might confuse you if I gave you my real name, so I… adopted a professional alias.
Gene: It’s not a wind-up love, he really thinks like this.
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