M.I.T.: Murder Investigation Team

DS Trevor Hands:
And we all know drugs equal crime... goes together like bangers and mash.

DC Rosie MacManus:
[after a suspect being interrogated who tries to strange her in a rage] How's your neck?

DI Vivien Friend:
Better than my ego.

DI Vivien Friend:
You're a detective, Rosie. You're going to have to learn to control your emotions.

DC Rosie MacManus:
[Looking at a picture of the victim's daughter] Poor cow! She's got no one now!

DI Vivien Friend:
She'll get used to it.

DI Vivien Friend:
[O the balcony of a public housing project] What's that smell?

DC Patrick Lincoln:
Urine, love.

DI Vivien Friend:
Thought it was your aftershave.

DI Vivien Friend:
Let's get a contractor here to hoover up all the storm drains.

Amy Boyden:
[to MacManus and Friend] You waste my time, and I'll waste yours.

[first lines]

Cyclist:
Get out of the way you tramp!

[last lines]

DC Rosie MacManus:
You're a manipulative cow, you set me up.

DI Vivien Friend:
What I think you mean is, "you're a manipulative cow, detective inspector".

DC Rosie MacManus:
Well you can manipulate me any time you like.

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Boy:
[shouts] Mum!

[last lines]

[Lee is chatting to an older red-headed woman at Waterloo station]

DI Vivien Friend:
Lee. Remember me? Detective Inspector Friend. You going somewhere nice? Got some news for you about your maggots. You might want to call your solicitor again.

Lee Kemp:
Please, um... not here, please.

DC Rosie MacManus:
Come on Lee - she's old enough to be your mother.

DS Trevor Hands:
[to Lee] Come on, lets go.

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DS Jim Daws:
The barges travel all the way down from Wapping. The body could have been dropped in from any point.

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Owen Gleeson:
I just wanted to see if, if they were the same on the inside. [pauses] Black kids.

DC Rosie MacManus:
The same as what?

Owen Gleeson:
As the white kid. And no-one came lookin' for him last month. See, no-one cares. Will you... will you give me a hug please?

DI Vivien Friend:
Have you found the other arm?

DS Jim Daws:
Not yet.

DI Vivien Friend:
[last lines to Rose] I think I'll leave the touchy-feely stuff to you.