Life on Mars, Series 2

Sam Tyler:
Tell me...

Annie Cartwright:
Tell you what, Sam?

Sam Tyler:
Tell me what I should do, Annie.

[Pause]

Annie Cartwright:
[Emotionally] Stay. Here. Forever.

Sam Tyler:
Okay, then. I will.

[They kiss]

[Gene pulls up in the car]

Gene Hunt:
TYLER! Put that soppy plonk down and get in! Blag on at Archer Lane, shots fired, lovely! [Chris and Ray emerge from the pub] You two tarts, get in! And you, flash knickers!

Sam Tyler:
: You shouldn't be driving with that leg.

Gene Hunt:
: Well, I am.

Sam Tyler:
: You were shot.

Gene Hunt:
: Yeah, and so will you be in a minute if you don't get in!

[On the car radio, Sam hears a doctor speaking]

Doctor:
We're losing him. Sam? Sam?

[Can hear heartbeat go faster then flatline.]

Sam Tyler:
I hate this channel.

[Sam switches radio channels and Life on Mars? quietly plays. Sam turns the volume up.]

Sam Tyler:
That's better.

Gene Hunt:
What are you doing, Raymondo?

Ray Carling:
Can't get the door shut.

Sam Tyler:
I should be driving.

Gene Hunt:
You drive like my Aunt Mabel!

Sam Tyler:
If you injure someone while driving this, it's technically a criminal offence!

Gene Hunt:
: Oh shut up, you noncey-arsed fairy boy!

Sam Tyler:
: [smiling to himself] Such elegant banter! Try and keep under 70, oh, and radio for uniform!

Gene Hunt:
I don't need plod getting in the way!

Sam Tyler:
It's procedure! You're not above the law, you know, guv!

Gene Hunt:
What're you on about? I AM THE LAW!

Sam Tyler:
Yeah, in your dreams.