Prime Suspect

Duffy:
Hey. Hey, I didn't mean to start anything. I didn't, okay? I know I was out of line, but I was just talking. I like him: Matt.

Timoney:
Don't pretend you don't know what I'm going to say here. Rackets are a place where cops let their hair down. It's not for spouses or significant others. It's for mistresses and pieces on the side, and if, God forbid, a cop brings their real life to one what do you, as a fellow cop, say to that person?

Duffy:
I wasn't trying --

Timoney:
How bout this: how was your day? How are you doing? How are your kids? Is it hot enough out here for you? That's it! Right? No matter how much you know about the other cop, no matter how much you want to jam them up, there is a code! It's beyond a code; it's a religion.

Duffy:
All I can say is that I'm sorry.

Timoney:
If you were me, would you believe you?