DI Alex Drake: Can we concentrate please on the crimes he commits and not whose cock he sucks.
DI Alex Drake: Well, we've established the cover: Marcus and I used to work the streets.
DCI Gene Hunt: Did you?
DI Alex Drake: No, that's the cover.
DCI Gene Hunt: Shame. Might've fancied a punt.
DI Alex Drake: Hang on, hang on. Now this is worth getting straight; I'm imagining you, imagining paying for sex with me, in my imaginary role as an imaginary street whore?
DCI Gene Hunt: You must have a filthy mind.
DI Alex Drake: Absolute sewer, apparently.
DCI Gene Hunt: What do you mean, 'left, left'?
DI Alex Drake: I mean he turned left.
DCI Gene Hunt: You don't need to tell me twice!