New Tricks2003

[last lines]

Grace Pullman:
You know what's odd about this place?

Det. Supt. Sandra Pullman:
No, but I'm sure you'll tell me.

Grace Pullman:
There's no history of us. No photos; I've checked; I've been through every room, even your bedroom.

Det. Supt. Sandra Pullman:
You went into my bedroom?

Grace Pullman:
Not even one of your father. Now, that did surprise me; I thought you'd have one of him for sure. I've never understood that, that ability to be alone, that pride in your independence that shuts everyone out. Even your own family. I had hoped when he died that we'd grow closer together but you just moved further apart, until in the end you *were* him, another police officer rejecting me all over again.

Det. Supt. Sandra Pullman:
I am trying, mum.

Grace Pullman:
I know. But we're too far apart to keep living this close. You can come and visit me, when you want.

Det. Supt. Sandra Pullman:
Yeah. Yeah, I will. I promise.

Grace Pullman:
You're not folding that right.