Life on Mars, Series 2

[After Gene pummels and hurls a journalist aside]

Sam Tyler:
Do you keep a journalist chained in your basement for random beatings, Guv?

[Regarding Gene Hunt]

Superintendent Harry Wolfe:
You're a lucky man, Tyler. You've got the best here.

Sam Tyler:
[Heavy sarcasm] I weep with happiness every morning, sir.

Superintendent Harry Wolfe:
I'm saying it to all divisions; city needs to feel safe, Gene. Point is, this is under the glare, so let's make it clean and let's make it count, yes?

Sam Tyler:
Would that be... 'by the book', sir?

Superintendent Harry Wolfe:
Yes, that's it - by the jolly old book.

Sam Tyler:
[To Gene, smugly] Let's get this party started.

Sam Tyler:
Oh, you're gonna bang heads? Let joy be unconfined.

[to Ray Carling whom he had demoted a few months ago]

Gene Hunt:
Good work, Raymondo. I'm bumping you back up to DS... only this time make it stand for Detective Sergeant and not Dog Shit!

Sam Tyler:
We pull him in, we put the squeeze on him. Why is that so hard for you to agree to?

Gene Hunt:
Because I am policing in the full glare of the public bloody eye, and the Chief Super is taking a personal interest and we also have no flipping evidence! And I can't believe I just said that!

Chris Skelton:
Boss? Bloody hell, you look like something out of the Addams Family.

Sam Tyler:
Up all night.

Chris Skelton:
Oh aye. What was her name?

Sam Tyler:
Migraine.

Chris Skelton:
German bird?

Gene Hunt:
We need to nail this fast.

Sam Tyler:
So, we preserve the scene. We dust for prints

Gene:
[Interrupting] You've seen it out there, Sam. People are scared. Pull in someone from the "we don't like you" list. We put their prints on the hammer, charge 'em, whip it past the beak. There's loads of scum out there deserve another spell inside. It'll buy us more time.

Sam Tyler:
Look Guv, you wanna wear the Sheriff's badge? Well it comes with responsibilities; thorough, and by-the-book!

Gene Hunt:
Cobblers! The public don't care what we do, just that we get the job done!

Chris Skelton:
Too right, you don't want a mirror at the dentist do you?

Ray Carling:
Oh my Lord. Take a look at this.

[A line of policemen wearing washing up gloves and Sam Tyler instructing them]

Sam Tyler:
Okay, fingertip search. Off you go, lads. Like I showed you. In a line, slowly. In a line!

Ray Carling:
[singing] Now, hands that do dishes can feel [Chris and two other policemen join in] soft as your face -

Policeman:
Piss off!

Ray Carling, Chris Skelton and two other police officers:
With mild green Fairy Liquid.

Gene Hunt:
Tell 'em to bring a big-

Sam Tyler:
(Correcting him) Bastard-big

Gene Hunt:
-Bastard-big sedative.

Chris Skelton:
I'd hate to end up in prison.

Sam Tyler:
Not very likely, is it Chris?

Chris:
What if I was wrongly accused of killing my wife like David Janssen in The Fugitive?

Sam:
You mean Harrison Ford.

Chris:
No I don't.

Chris:
Dickie's famous for getting caught in Alicante.

Ray:
Flagrante, Chris, in flagrante

Superintendent Harry Wolfe:
He would be my nemesis, if he could spell it!

DCI Gene Hunt:
A villain farts in this city, our snouts should be able to name the arse responsible.

Gene Hunt:
Chris, round up everyone you can get your hands on. Ray, wake up and get a van. Cartwright, stick some lipstick on. There's a blag on at Raxton Street Post Office in an hour. I want the lot of you in there and undercover! We're gonna catch these bastards with their fingers in the till!

Gene Hunt:
[to Sam] You always do this to me - I run in certain and walk out confused!

Gene Hunt:
[to Sam] Y'know, If I was as worried as you, I'd never fart for fear of shitting myself

[Before an undercover sting operation, Annie is equipped with a gun]

Annie Cartwright:
I haven't received any firearms training. That's not right...

Gene Hunt:
[Exasperated] Y'see, this is why birds and CID don't mix. Give a bloke a gun, it's a dream come true. Give a girl one, and she moans it doesn't go with her dress! Now start behaving like a detective and show some balls.

Annie Cartwright:
Thanks for being so sympathetic, sir. Let's hope you don't end up in my firing line. [Annie storms out]

Gene Hunt:
[Slightly alarmed] Did she just threaten to shoot me?!

Superintendent Harry Wolfe:
Got a very bright future ahead of her, that lass.

[Gene has locked Sam in the boot of his car after Sam has investigated alleged corruption charges against Gene's mentor]

Gene Hunt:
The rules go like this; you're my officer, you do as I say!

Sam Tyler:
I was following my instincts...

Gene Hunt:
Well, I should charge your instincts with wasting police time!

Glen Fletcher:
Don't take this the wrong way, DI Tyler, but you're a mental case.

Gene Hunt:
[gives Tyler a gun] Here, wave this around inside and try and look hard for once in your life!

Sam Tyler:
Have you never heard of softly, softly?

Gene Hunt:
Yes, but I prefer Z-Cars! [he and Sam storm into the building] Don't move! You're surrounded by armed bastards!

Sam Tyler:
Look, you know when I said I wasn't wrong? Well, I was. But, I was right about this not being the IRA. I was right to follow my instincts. Just like you always say, "go with your gut feeling". Just taking your lead.

Gene Hunt:
So I'm right?

Sam Tyler:
We both are.

Gene Hunt:
Right.

Sam Tyler:
Right.

Gene Hunt:
Just as long as I'm more right than you.

Gene Hunt:
What is it you think I'm doing here, Tyler?

Sam Tyler:
[Sarcastically under his breath] Building a Death Star?

Gene Hunt:
What?

Sam Tyler:
Nothing.

Gene Hunt:
If you think I'm gonna let you walk away from this investigation, than you're in for an even bigger disappointment than when we found out the plonk Doris Bangs was a name and not a promise!

Chris Skelton:
Woman in her twenties, dead.

Gene Hunt:
Well I didn't think she was sunbathing, did I?!

DS Ray Carling [To DC Chris Skelton] Take my advice, get a pint of Pernod'n'Black down her then do what you like.

DCI Gene Hunt:
I once punched a bloke for speaking French.

[Ordering the hunt for a murderer]

Gene Hunt:
This is my city. And it will be a safe place for my wife and my mum to walk around in. Is that understood?

Detectives:
Yes, guv.

Gene Hunt:
[Sternly] Right. Find out who the dead woman was, find out who killed her. Do it now.

[He checks his watch]

Gene Hunt:
Hold up, hold up. Do it tomorrow morning, first thing. [Brightly] Beer o'clock, gentlemen.

Gene Hunt:
So? He pushed a bird out a car. That doesn't make him a bad bloke.

[Sam gives him a look]

Gene Hunt:
Oh alright, pull him in! I'll dance the fandango on his head!

Sam Tyler:
Roger Twilling, 44 years old, successful businessman, very popular in the business community, gives a lot to charity.

Gene Hunt:
I hate people who give to charity.

Gene Hunt:
Murderers do not play tennis!

Sam Tyler:
Well, this one does.

Sam Tyler:
It's called surveillance.

Gene Hunt:
Doesn't sound very manly.

Sam Tyler:
Manly?!

Gene Tyler:
Well, it's not proper police work, is it? Spying on people?

[...]

Sam Tyler:
It's the future. One day, the vast majority of police work will be surveillance. Gathering information, feeding that information into computers...

Gene Hunt:
Well I hope I'm dead by the time that happens!

[Breaking into Twilling's car showroom]

Chris Skelton:
It's freezing out here.

Gene Hunt:
I don't like this. Gene Hunt smashes doors down, he does not pick girlie locks!

Sam Tyler:
We can't just pull him in. He's too clever for that. At least this way we get hard evidence.

Gene Hunt:
I'm gonna be the laughing stock of the Lancashire Constabulary Dinner and Dance, me.

Sam Tyler:
Believe it or not, guv, one day soon, something like this will bring down Richard Nixon.

Gene Hunt:
Hard to believe.

[Chris Skelton is playing around with his flashlight]

Sam Tyler:
Chris. This is serious.

Ray Carling:
So where do you want this transmitter?

Sam Tyler:
Up here

Gene Hunt:
Chris, bend down.

Chris Skelton:
What for?

Gene Hunt:
Just do it

[Chris bends over to give Gene a step up]

Sam Tyler:
Right, look...

[A police car with sirens on shoots past outside]

Ray Carling:
[alarmed] The law! The law!

Gene Hunt:
Get down you divs!

Sam Tyler:
We ARE the law, you bloody clowns! God help us!

Annie Cartwright:
Darling, meet Roger and Carol.

Sam Tyler:
[shaking hands] Hi, Tony Blair.

(Gene Hunt barges into Tyler's sting operation, with a woman in tow)

Roger Twilling:
Tony, who is this man?

Sam Tyler:
This is... This is my friend, Gordon. Gordon Brown. And his wife... Uh...

Gene Hunt:
You know that guy in the Bible who tried to get a camel through the eye of a needle?

Sam Tyler:
That would be ... Jesus.

Gene Hunt:
Well, he had nothing on Mrs Luckhurst.

Ray Carling:
So how'd your date go?

Chris Skelton:
Oh...I-I won't be seeing her again.

Ray Carling:
Don't tell me. Upstairs outside and you got a slap!

Sam Tyler:
[about Gene's 'wife' at the wife-swapping party] Where'd she come from?

Gene Hunt:
Suki? Let her off an arrest last week for lewd behaviour. She owed me.

Sam Tyler:
She's a prostitute?

Suki:
I am here, you know!

Gene Hunt:
Well, you didn't think I was gonna fetch me own wife here, did you?!

Chris Skelton:
What's a vol-au-vent?

Ray Carling:
It's puff pastry shell filled with a savoury meat mixture.

Chris Skelton:
So its a pie then.

[The show opens with the introduction to Camberwick Green]

Camberwick Green Narrator:
This is a box. A magical box, playing a magical tune. But inside this box, there lies a surprise. Do you know who's in it today? [A toy version of Sam appears] It's Sam Tyler! Hello, Sam.

[Toy Sam waves]

Camberwick Green Narrator:
How are you today?

[Toy Sam puts his head in his hands]

Camberwick Green Narrator:
Oh dear. Not very happy. Is it Gene Hunt?

[Toy Sam nods]

Camberwick Green Narrator:
Is he kicking in a nonce?

[Toy Sam points - cut to a toy version of Gene Hunt, beating up another toy in a dark alley. Toy Gene and the nonce wave to the camera, then Gene hits the other toy repeatedly with a dustbin lid]

[To a person threatening to hang themselves]

Chris Skelton:
C'mon, Mr. Lamb. I always say there's a time to take off the noose, and put on the kettle.

Annie Cartwright:
We were hoping you could be a voice of reason...

Sam Tyler:
[Feverishly intense] I came out of a musical box.

Annie Cartwright:
... a stabilizing influence...

Sam Tyler:
[grabs Gene as he enters the room with a usual comment] And as for you, I can just about handle you, driving like a pissed up crackhead and treating women like beanbags. But I'm going to say this once, and once only, Gene. Stay out of Camberwick Green!

Gene Hunt:
That note was left at the phonebox where Bea and Stella Lamb were taken. It's stencilled over in carbon, so it's doubly hard to trace.

Sam Tyler:
So who's Charley Witham and who's Graham Bathurst?

Gene Hunt:
[Gene pauses and sighs] Charley Witham was a beautiful 14 year old. She was attacked and murdered in cold blood one year ago. Her boyfriend, Graham Bathurst confessed. He's evil and now's he's in prison being evil.

Sam Tyler:
I need more detail, guv. What's the connection to Simon Lamb?

Gene Hunt:
Simon Lamb coached an athletic team Charley was in.

Sam Tyler:
So did he finger Bathurst for the killing?

Gene Hunt:
No, he didn't know him. This isn't a grudge crime.

Sam Tyler:
Well someone thinks he's innocent.

Gene Hunt:
Don't start! I've come at this from more angles than Linda Lovelace. He's not innocent! He confessed and worse he gloated about it.

Sam Tyler:
Well obviously someone wants him out. How about Graham's family?

Gene Hunt:
Oh, quick thinking Van der Valk. But while you been layed up with your Vicks Sinex, I've been leading a kidnap enquiry. You didn't see us yesterday.

[Flashback to yesterday, Simon Lamb is hysterical entering the police station]

Simon Lamb:
Graham Bathurst.

Gene Hunt:
[voice-over] From the moment Simon Lamb walked into the station I knew we had our work cut out.

Simon Lamb:
Release him from prison right now.

Phyllis:
[Bored, head rested on arm, not looking up] Righty-ho sir. Anyone else? Ronnie Kray? The Hillbury Road Axeman?

Simon Lamb:
Release Graham Bathurst, or they're gonna die! [slams ransom note on desk. Phyllis looks up] Get your DCI.

Phyllis:
Now just hold on!

Simon Lamb:
Get him!

Gene Hunt:
[voice over] And as if by magic, a DCI appeared. We went straight to Graham Bathurst's family. They were the ones who haven't stop bleating for his release for the last 12 months.

Mrs Bathurst:
Go on, get away. You scumbag, bastard coppers!

Gene Hunt:
[voice over] As you can imagine they were cock-a-hoop to see us, and invited us in for crumpets and jam.

Mrs Bathurst:
You lied about my Graham. Everything you told the court was lies. You got no shame.

Gene Hunt:
He confessed, Mrs Bathurst. So with respect, shut your bloody bonechute!

Gene Hunt:
Chris, what are you writing down?

Chris Skelton:
Her statement.

Gene Hunt:
Right, add this. Your son Mrs. Bathurst, is a cold-hearted killer and if there's a hell, he's going there to be poked up the arse with sharp fiery sticks, forever and ever, Amen!

Chris Skelton:
There's an e in fiery, isn't there?

[Graham's grandmother walks up]

Gene Hunt:
Oh, Blimey, here comes the heavy mob. Sound the retreat. [voice over] The Bathurst family consists of one drunken mammy and an old bat with a stoop! Don't seem much like a ruthless gang of kidnappers to me. The worst bit was having to go back to see Charley Witham's parents.

Mrs Witham:
Don.

Gene Hunt:
[voice over] One year on, you can still see the grief in their eyes.

Don Witham:
No disrespect, Mr Hunt. But I'd hoped that our paths would never have to cross again.

Gene Hunt:
Yeah, well sorry for showing me ugly mug around here, Don. But, erm, the ransom note demands the release of Graham Bathurst.

Don Witham:
Well who would want that?

Gene Hunt:
Someone connected to the case. Obsessed with it. Anyone seen hanging around here?

Don Witham:
Haven't seen anyone. But...you're not going to release him?

Gene Hunt:
No.

Don Witham:
But if someone out there thinks Bathurst is innocent... does that mean you're not so sure that he did it?

Gene Hunt:
Graham Bathurst killed your daughter, Don. I'm more sure of that than me own name.

[Having pulled in a suspect in the kidnapping]

Gene Hunt:
Where you stashed 'em, Mitchey boy!?

Mitch Bathurst:
Up my arse, copper!

Gene Hunt:
Do you wanna us to check!?

Sam Tyler:
And with time slipping away, do we really want to put all our eggs in the same basket. If the kidnapper's still at large we might be able to lure him out.

Gene Hunt:
How?

Sam Tyler:
That note was a cry for justice.

Gene Hunt:
And I ask again, only slightly louder, HOW?!!!

Annie Cartwright:
Are you okay?

Sam Tyler:
[sigh] Yeah, I'm just tired.

Annie Cartwright:
Me too. I've haven't slept for 24 hours. [She puts her hand on Sam's shoulder]

[Flashback to yesterday, Annie is sorting through paperwork, when she looks at an advert in the newspaper for a Roxy Music concert - 22nd May at 8pm. She looks up to Sam Tyler's jacket hanging.]

Annie Cartwright:
Stupid.

[Cut to present day]

Sam Tyler:
It's not stupid.

Annie Cartwright:
Pardon me?

Sam Tyler:
Forget it.

Gene Hunt:
Right, Scottie Yard are sending up some sort of kleptomaniac to look for hidden clues in the ransom note

Sam Tyler:
Cryptographer!

Gene Hunt:
Whatever.

Chris Skelton:
They phoned 10 minutes ago saying they can't spare anybody.

Sam Tyler:
Are any of you actually communicating? It's good to talk.

Gene Hunt:
[sarcastic] Well this is nice! Shall I get us some Bakewell tarts?!

Sam Tyler:
Tell me about Charley Witham.

Gene Hunt:
I'll tell you about her. She's what every copper dreads. A dead child. And parents looking to you for answers.

[Flashback to a year ago. A video of Charley Witham and Gene Hunt and Charley Witham's parents watching]

Gene Hunt:
[voiceover] Last year, I stood in their home, knowing I was their only hope of getting justice.

[Video carries on playing. Numerous clips of Charley laughing, playing, smiling, holding her pet cat, doing a handstand. Then the video stopped.]

Mrs Witham:
We wanted you to see her, as we saw her. Chief Inspector. With everything ahead of her. Our perfect 10. Our Charley. [She starts to cry and leaves]

[Cut to present day]

Gene Hunt:
[emotional] I erm, had the job of showing them... what their lovely perfect 10... had become.

[Flashback to morgue. Mr and Mrs Witham and Gene Hunt looking at Charley's body]

Gene Hunt:
We think she knew her killer. Leaves were cleared away like they were making space. A rag was stuffed into her mouth. Probably didn't mean to kill her. Probably only wanted to keep her quiet. Smothered her face. Panicked and ran away.

Mrs Witham:
So, she suffocated 20 feet from the road. From people walking their dogs, cars.

Don Witham:
Leave no stone unturned, Mr Hunt.

Gene Hunt:
[Seeing Annie Cartwright's organised all the files for the current case] Bloody hell, Cartwright! Do you wanna come over my house and sort out my garage?

Gene Hunt:
What if we lie.

Sam Tyler:
What?

Gene Hunt:
Tell some porkies. Make a big announcement that we've released Graham Bathurst.

Sam Tyler:
Well what good's that gonna do?

Gene Hunt:
Might buy us more time. Get the bastard out in the open. We kick him and cuff him.

Ray Carling:
Sounds like a plan to me.

Annie Cartwright:
God, it's always that simple with you lot.

Gene Hunt:
Excuse me, Mrs Woman.

Annie Cartwright:
Well, Sam's trying to work this thing out, and rest of us...we charge in like a herd of elephants! Details are what count. And I'm wondering, well I'm beginning to wonder, looking at Charley's old files, if we've really put down all the details.

Gene Hunt:
We had a child killer to find. And we found him inside of 48 hours. Now I made a pledge to her parents. And I honoured it.

Annie Cartwright:
Supposing we made mistakes last year. And just supposing those mistakes are coming back to haunt us.

[Gene Hunt leaves]

Ray Carling:
Blimey, Cartwright. Next time go the whole hog and pull the gun on him.

Chris Skelton:
That was out of order, Annie.

[Annie Cartwright leaves]

Sam Tyler:
No she was right, Chris. God is in the detail.

Chris Skelton:
God is in church smarty-pants. [Sam stares] Uh, boss.

Annie Cartwright:
Sam's still out cold, Doc says he may need to go to hospital for blood tests.

Gene Hunt:
I know what blood group he is, A-Rhesus-Smug.

Sam Tyler:
[watching the the team trying to figure out the murder, Annie is looking through files and Gene, Ray and Chris are at Lambs' house. Chris is searching for the warning that Simon Lamb was given] Chris. Think. Step back. God is in the detail.

[Sam comes back from the deeper coma]

Doctor:
10 mils of adrenaline did the trick.

Sam Tyler:
10 mils. The perfect 10!

Sam Tyler:
Tung oil? Is that used on engines? I thought it was for wood.

Gene Hunt:
Wood?

Sam Tyler:
Yeah, it's a lacquer. For tables, floors.

Gene Hunt:
Or a wooden gym floor?

Sam Tyler:
Didn't Lamb's statement say he was cleaning gym equipment as Charley was leaving that night? 'I just wanted them to stop screaming' he kept saying that, Lamb about his family being kidnapped. 'I just wanted them to stop screaming.'

[A young girl passes by, ringing the bicycle bell. Simon Lamb stares at her, while Gene and Sam looks at his reaction. Simon pauses for a moment than turns around. Gene and Sam walk over to Simon Lamb, holding their badges out.]

Gene Hunt Mr Lamb? Just a moment sir.

Chris Skelton:
I wonder what killed him?.

Gene Hunt:
That would be the bloody enormous hole in his chest where the bullet went in!

Annie Cartwright:
Boss, there's a viscous yellow liquid in his ear....

Gene Hunt:
No, that's the drip from my fried egg butty, love. Well done Miss Marple, that's why we need women detectives...

Annie Cartwright:
Boss, he's got a pulse. He's alive! [Gene pours tea over the victim who moans in pain]

Gene Hunt:
He is alive, isn't he?

Sam Tyler:
You see, that's why you need women detectives!

Gene Hunt:
You said he was dead!

Ray Carling:
Well he weren't moving!

Gene Hunt:
Chris doesn't move; it don't mean he's dead! Go on, Dr Kildare, get an ambulance!

Gene Hunt:
Blardy, blardy, history bloody blah. It doesn't take a degree in applied bollocks to know what's going on!

Sam Tyler:
Go on then, amaze me with your insubstantial guesswork!

Gene Hunt:
He's come over here, started dealing, and Rocket or one of the other local drugs boys has took offence and offed him!

Sam Tyler:
Wow. That was better than I expected. Copper jumps to conclusion and fits evidence to match. Birmingham Six, here we come!

Gene Hunt:
Now. Yesterday's shooting. The dealers are all so scared we're more likely to get Helen Keller to talk. The Paki in a coma's about as lively as Liberace's dick when he's looking at a naked woman, and all in all this investigation's going at the speed of a spastic in a magnet factory.

[Sam Tyler, aghast, drops the radio he is holding.]

Gene Hunt:
What?

Sam Tyler:
Think you might have missed out the Jews

Gene Hunt:
What?

Sam Tyler:
I think we need to explore whether this attempted murder was a hate crime.

Gene Hunt:
What as opposed to one of those I-really-really-like-you sort of murders?

Sam Tyler:
Maybe the NF shot him, left the heroin there, to make him look bad.

Gene Hunt:
The NF are too stupid for that. They could stick a shotgun up my arse and pull the trigger, they'd still miss!

Sam Tyler:
I'd still like to explore the racially motivated line of enquiry.

Gene Hunt:
And I'd like my boot to explore your jacksie, come on Tyler, where's the evidence you're so fond of?

Gene Hunt:
Why have you got an ant's nest up your arse over a bit of skirt!?

Sam Tyler:
Because I loved her!

Gene Hunt:
You great... soft... sissy... girlie... nancy... French... bender... Man United supporting POOF!!

Layla Dylan:
Leave him alone!

Gene Hunt:
Did I ask you? Did I ask you anything other than WHERE THE BLOODY HELL IS RAVI!

Sam Tyler:
I think she's telling the truth.

Gene Hunt:
I think she's as fake as a tranny's fanny.

Sam Tyler:
I still think we need to entertain the possibility that this could be a racial killing..

Gene Hunt:
Oh, well let's entertain it, let's take it out for a prawn cocktail, a steak and a bottle of Liebfraumilch, then let's kick it into the gutter where it belongs!

Sam Tyler:
Superior?! You're not superior to an amoeba with special needs..

Layla:
About 8:30, straight after I left Sam's flat, he was still alive.

Gene Hunt:
Straight after you left Sam's flat?

Sam Tyler:
She needed protection.

Gene Hunt:
Well I hope you used some!

Layla:
He's really freaking me out, can we get him out of here?

Gene Hunt:
I'd love nothing better, piss off Tyler!

Gene Hunt:
He's got fingers in more pies than a leper on a cookery course.

Gene Hunt:
She's as nervous as a very small nun at a penguin shoot.

Sam Tyler:
Have you got a shred of humanity left? It doesn't matter how bad you are, no-one should have their nose rubbed into their brother's death.

Gene Hunt:
I had a brother. Some bastard with Speed took him. I tried to get him off it. I tried everything, but he didn't want to be helped. We had an argument and he left. No-one's seen him in 10 years. Drugs eh? What's the point. They make you forget, make you talk funny, make you see things that aren't there. My old grandma got all of that for free when she had a stroke.

Sam Tyler:
Y'know, people take drugs, often because something's missing.

Gene Hunt:
[Taking a swig of his drink] We were brought up the same and I'm fine. I mean, dad used to get fist heavy when he was loose but me and Stu stuck by each other through that.

Gene Hunt:
Yeah, OK, no need to go all Dorothy. It was a long time ago.

Sam Tyler:
There was a power cut.

Gene Hunt:
Thank God for OPEC.

Sam Tyler:
Where's Annie? She was with me when I got hit over the head. And we just picked up Ravi.

Phyllis:
[On radio] DS Carling? Come in. Over.

Ray Carling:
[On radio, in distance] Yeah, what do you want?

Gene Hunt:
If Annie dies, this will be down to you. Should have left that bloody iron on you.

Ray Carling:
[On radio] Right, OK. [To Gene, Sam and Chris] Toolbox has picked up Ravi.

Sam Tyler:
With Annie?

Ray Carling:
No.

Chris Skelton:
Maybe if we erm, we, we...

Gene Hunt:
Oh shut up, you bloody big waste of space. Ray take Noddy here and check out Annie's flat. [To Sam] You come with me.

White Supremacist:
What you doing, mate? You're one of us.

Sam Tyler:
What, a dyslexic, racist moron?

Sam Tyler:
You all right? Did they hurt you?

Annie Cartwright:
I've got a bit of a headache but I'm still here aren't I?

Ray Carling:
Steady Gov, we don't want another of those enquiries!

[Sam is at the hospital after checking on Layla who is pregnant with Maya, when he sees Annie walking towards him]

Annie Cartwright:
The guv wanted me to see if you're doing anything stupid. You're not are you?

Sam Tyler:
No.

Annie Cartwright:
Right, that's me off duty then.

[She turns and starts walking away]

Sam Tyler:
Annie, I just wanted you to know, the business with...

Annie Cartwright:
...Layla.

Sam Tyler:
Yeah, it's not what you think.

Annie Cartwright:
Y'know it's none of my business.

Sam Tyler:
It was just unfinished business and now it's finished. That's all. [He smiles and kisses Annie on the cheek]

Annie Cartwright:
Bye, Sam. [She turns to leave but then turns back] And get some sleep. [She leaves]

Sam Tyler:
Gene...not to come over all 'Dorothy', but I could help you. Everyone's traceable, even in this day and age. I could help you find your brother.

Gene Hunt:
I already did, Sam. Just not in time.

Sam Tyler:
Does that actually help?

[Gene offers Sam the flask, to which Sam takes a swig of the drink]

Sam Tyler:
Y'know I might know how to cheer him up.

[Cut to a nurse walking from the hospital beds and another nurse travelling to see the disturbance in one of the hospital beds. She finds Sam sitting in a chair smoking, reading a newspaper and Gene lying on the bed next to Ravi, drinking]

Nurse:
Keep it down or I'll call the police.

[Sam and Gene laugh and Ravi wakes up, sighs and goes back to sleep, as Sam and Gene continue laughing]

Gene Hunt:
Listen, you're not the one who's going to have to knit himself a new arse after 25 years of aggressive male affection in prison showers, I'm coming with you!.

Sam Tyler:
I was just dreaming.

Gene Hunt:
What I call a dream involves Diana Dors and a bottle of chip oil! That's what you call a guilty conscience, my friend.

Sam Tyler:
What?

Gene Hunt:
The root of nightmares.

Sam Tyler:
My conscience is clear, thank you very much.

Gene Hunt:
Yeah, well, as for me, I slept like a baby! [Flops back down onto the bed]

Sam Tyler:
Yeah, a twenty stone baby. Burps, snores and farts.

Gene Hunt:
[sitting bolt upright] I do NOT snore!

[Sam and Gene are having another discussion about police work]

Sam Tyler:
Our definitions of policing may vary marginally.

Gene Hunt:
And yours is?

Sam Tyler:
Serve the public trust, protect the innocent, uphold the law.

Gene Hunt:
Training college?

Sam Tyler:
Robocop. [Pause] You can't uphold the law by breaking it.

[Sam hears Jimmy Savile on the radio]

Jimmy Savile:
Wow! But the big news is they've found the cause of Sam's prolonged coma! Ooh! Now then guys and gals, there's a tumour in the temporal lobe of Sam's brain, they thought it was a clot but, hows about that, a clot it is not! Wow! It may be operable, double wow!...Our very good friends here at the hopsital say they can cut out the tumour.

Sam Tyler:
Cut it out! Cut it out! Fix it for me, Jim!.

Nelson:
I see a darkness in you, Sam.

Sam Tyler:
Oh, you can see into me, can you, Nelson? Well, Come on then. Am I mad? Huh? Is this real? Come on. I just want to know the truth.

Nelson:
We all want that, Sam. What's real. What's not. I see folk who walk about in a sunken dream, 'cause they feel nothing. Are they alive?

Sam Tyler:
I wake up every morning and I tell myself I am alive.

Nelson:
When you can feel, then you're alive. When you don't feel, you're not.

Frank Morgan:
You have amnesia, Sam.

Sam Tyler:
I'm in a coma, Frank.

[Sam has just revealed that he is betraying Gene]

Annie Cartwright:
That's why you're leaving, isn't it? I bet sometimes you can't look at yourself in the mirror.

[Starts to cry]

Annie Cartwright:
I listened to all your problems and worries, and I can't believe I felt sorry for you.

[Slaps Sam]

Annie Cartwright:
Hurts, doesn't it? That's because it's real!

Sam Tyler:
I went someplace mum and every day I woke up in that place and I told myself 'I'm alive' and I was. In some ways more than I've ever been. You know, a barman [laughs] a barman once told me that you know when you're alive because you can feel and you know when you're not because you don't feel anything. I made a promise mum; I made a promise to someone who I care about very much.

Ruth Tyler:
Then you've got nothing to worry about because you always keep your promises.

[Sam's back in present day and is in a meeting]

Man:
Sam look at your hand.

Sam Tyler:
[He looks at his thumb which is bleeding from an accidental cut] I can't feel anything. [ Life on Mars? starts playing in the background]

Man:
What?

Sam Tyler:
Excuse me. [He leaves]

[Sam has just returned to 1973 and to where the shoot-out is]

Gene Hunt:
Tyler!

Annie Cartwright:
Sam! Help us!

[Sam shoots the last remaining gang member who is about to shoot Gene again]

Gene Hunt:
Now that's just showing off.

Sam Tyler:
[To Annie] Are you alright?

[She nods]

Sam Tyler:
I told you I'd never leave you.

Gene Hunt:
Well, good for us!

[Sam tries to help Gene to stand up]

Gene Hunt:
Get off. I'm not a fairy!

Ray Carling:
[angrily] I got shot because of you!

Sam Tyler:
I know. I'm truly sorry, Ray.

Ray Carling:
Still, I met a bird, medical bird.

Sam Tyler:
Called nurses.

Ray Carling:
Big tits, arse like two cox's pippins in a bag.

Sam Tyler:
She sounds enigmatic.

Ray Carling:
No, boss, she was from Barnsley.

[Sam is looking around the pub for Annie and Phyllis notices]

Phyllis:
Go and find her.

Sam Tyler:
What?

Phyllis:
I'm not just a sex goddess, I've got eyes. Go on. [She gestures to outside the pub]

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.

[Sam's back in the present day; this is spoken as a voiceover]

Sam Tyler:
My name is Sam Tyler. I had an accident and I woke up in 1973. I had no idea if I was mad, or if I was in a coma, or if I'd gone back in time. It was like I'd woken up on a different planet. But I knew that if I could find out the reason, that I could get home. DI Sam Ty- [He checks himself]... DCI Sam Tyler, Greater Manchester Police.