Taggart, Season 1

Inglis:
I want to see a solicitor.

Taggart:
We're under no obligation to let you do that, Mr. Inglis.

Inglis:
You could apply causing a hindrance to any interview if you wanted.

Taggart:
We don't, though. [Nods at the officer in the interview room with Inglis to leave. He does so, and Taggart closes the door.] You'll only be here a few minutes, Mr. Inglis.

Inglis:
I have a study group in half an hour.

Taggart:
Just tell us why you lied about your movements on Thursday night.

Inglis:
Can't one find a body without becoming a suspect? [Livingstone enters and sits next to Taggart] I'm glad you're here.

Livingstone:
Sorry?

Inglis:
Look... I said I was in all night because... [Sighs] Because I didn't think you'd be bothered to check. I went to a club with a friend of mine.

Taggart:
What kind of club?

Inglis:
It's called the Centaur Club. He came home back me afterwards.

Taggart:
Stayed the night?

Inglis:
Till two in the morning. He's one of my students.

Taggart:
Languages of the Horn(!) What's his name?

Inglis:
David Scott. I'd rather you...

Taggart:
Age?

Inglis:
[Pauses] ...Nineteen.

Taggart:
The legal age is twenty-one.

Inglis:
Yes, but...

Taggart:
But what?

Inglis:
It's only two years.

Taggart:
[Again, sternly] The legal age is twenty-one!

Livingstone:
Does it matter, sir?

Taggart:
What are you, some kind of champion of the underdog?

Livingstone:
No, sir.

Taggart:
A member of your study group, is he?

Inglis:
Yes.

Taggart:
I'd hate him to be anxious(!)