Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Oh, bloody hell! What's going on? Get that torch out of my eyes.
Inspector Decker: Thomas Brackenreid, get up.
Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: You'd better have a damn good reason for dragging me out of my bed in the middle of the night.
Inspector Decker: You're under arrest.
Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: For what?
Inspector Decker: Murder.
Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: What are you talking about?
Inspector Decker: Put the cuffs on him, Constable.
Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Really?
Inspector Decker: Now!
Margaret Brackenreid: What? What? Where are you taking my husband? Thomas, what's happening?
Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Margaret, call Murdoch.