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forensicated · 9 months ago

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Mickey: Phil's with her? How! Jack: She was snatched off the road...Phil was there... Mickey: *looks suspicious* Do you wanna tell me what Phil was doing there? Jack: I asked him to look into things. I know what you're thinking Mickey, but if someone told me you were dodgy, what would you expect me to do? Nothing!?

Mickey: Guv, we need to lose DC Sim... Jack: Why? Mickey: Well you know why! DI Manson brought her over from Stafford Row...We don't want her compromised

Mickey: I'm sorry about DI Manson Jack: Well don't be sorry until there's something to be sorry for. I might not be as close to him as I was to you, but I trust him just the same. Mickey: Well I wouldn't trust me guv...I don't work for you anymore.

Neil: At some point, we're going to have to start trusting one another again. Phillipa: Yeah, well that has to be planned. Neil: There's such a thing as forgiveness. Phillipa: Oh and were always so good at that, weren't you Neil! Oh this is ridiculous, I don't care what you say, I'm going to report that probe. Neil: *sees the NCS Mob* Phillipa! Wait! Mickey: Mrs Manson, I have a warrant to search these premises for money and correspondance. Neil: Mickey, you know she's a lawyer. You start making false accusations and you'll regret it. Mickey: It's not your wife we're interested in Neil, it's you. Neil: Sneaking in the back way...I wouldn't have thought that was your style, DS Webb. Mickey: Well, with respect sir, given your position, we thought it would be more discreet. Neil: Does er, this look familiar? *passes the bug to Mickey* Mickey: *looks at the bug* No idea what you're talking about. Neil: Yeah, right.

Liz: 5 thousand pounds in used notes hidden under your sons mattress...how much pocket money does he get, I wonder. Neil: All I know is it isn't mine. Mickey: Then who's is it? Neil: Dunno. Mickey: Your wife's? Neil: You'd have to ask her. It's not very characteristic though, she tends to put it in the bank... Liz: Would you say you had a good marriage, Mrs Manson. DCI Brice: What was the name of that PC he was in the sack with? She was an undercover journalist wasn't she? Phillipa: No comment. Mickey: How did you know Julie had been hurt? Phillipa: No comment. Mickey: But you did know... Phillipa: Do you want me to read my statement back? A little slower this time?

Mickey: Guv, if you don't mind me saying, one of your strengths as a DCI is the loyalty you display to all your officers.

Jack: Neil Manson's my DI Mickey: Face it, Guv, he's bent. He couldn't have a bigger flashing light on him if he tried. Mickey: You think it’s me? Is that why you're here? You’re investigating me? Jack: Well? Mickey: Everything points to Manson... I cannot believe you wanna lump this in me. You got any idea how that makes me feel? Jack: How did you know that Neil was at Cassidy's flat? Mickey: I'm not at liberty to tell ya, even if I wanted to. Jack: So what are you doing here? Mickey: I'm here to see a priest. Jack: What do you want a priest for? Mickey: This is my fiancées church. We're getting married. And you just crossed yourself off the guest list. Get used to it will you, Its Manson. You think otherwise, you prove it.

Jack: Mickey… Mickey: Nobody even calls me Mickey anymore, my names Michael. DCI Brice: Did you have any idea it was Liz Mickey: No of course I didn't. What... What is this? What do you take me for? *storms out* Jack: What was all that about. DCI Brice: She's not just a colleague. Liz Garret is Michael's fiancée. Mickey: Why Liz, Why? Liz: Do you think I wanted this? Mickey: Tell me why though? Liz: McGowan helped me once. I owed him, I had no choice. Mickey: Why didn't you come to me? I could have helped you. Liz: Because I love you. I couldn't drag you into this. You're separate from all of this. Mickey: But this is murder. Two people have died now. Liz: Do think I wanted it to get to this. Please understand me. Jack: Mickey, it’s an NCS collar. Do you want it? Mickey: No, I can't. *walks away*

Mickey: Y'know something Jack. I really thought I'd found her. The one for me. I really did Jack: Well, if there was anything I could say Mickey: I know, you would. *throws rings in river*

Phil: Cindy had her car trashed last night, she reckons it was a fireman right - he thought the car was mine. Mickey: *Chuckling* You ain’t been knocking off a fireman's bird 'av ya? Phil: No! I mean, none that I know of...and definitely not recently! Look I'm a changed man now alright? Juliet: *Chuckling* Tell that to the fireman!

Mickey: All the flats that are involved have been sold in the last 6 months. Now who would have access to the keys or the alarm codes? Alex: Estate Agent. Mickey: Bullseye. Alex: If you nick an Estate Agent, Mickey, I'll put you in for a commendation. Mickey: I wasn't able to do an inventory, I was busy trying not to get my face smashed in. Craig: Mickey! That's a Senior Officer you are speaking too! Mickey: I was busy trying not to get my face smashed in, SIR! Craig: MICKEY!

Smithy: *lifting drugs out a pram* "Makes a change from a cuddly toy"

Dan Casper: I thought if i just left it, it would just go away! Gina Gold: Where? Never Never Land?

Dan: “Have you seen her today, she’s like Godzilla on crack."

Smithy: Right, the car details have been circulated, I just need to find out what happened from you… Louise: Must we? Smithy: *pauses* ...Right, let's start again shall we? I'm Sgt Smith, from Sun Hill, and you are...? Louise: *sighs* Louise Roberts… Smithy: There, see - wasn't that painful, was it Miss Roberts. Smithy: And what are you doing in Sun Hill? Louise: Just passing through. Smithy: In a multi storey carpark? Louise: That's right... Louise: You're not going to find the car, so I don't know why we're bothering... Smithy: Amazingly, they do turn up...and we'd like to find it, it's our job. It'd be a little bit easier if we turned up and everyone said 'oh no, don't bother finding my expensive motor that's just been nicked by some bloke'. So what happened? Smithy: Did he say anything? Louise: Maybe. Nothing worth publishing. Smithy: Age… Louise: Who knows? 17, 18? Smithy: *grins* Who knows, without cutting their heads off and counting the rings, it's difficult to tell, ain't it...

Leela: ...after he pulled a knife on her. Smithy: He what! She didn't mention that...but then again, there's a lot she hasn't mentioned. Smithy: Well, we can't hang around here all day waiting for her to say something, so let's go rattle her cage. Smithy: And now, your number? Louise: Do we have to? Smithy: Well yeah, I might have some other questions that you don't want to answer. Smithy: Sometimes it's the smallest details about someone that tells us the most. Louise: And what do the small details tell us about you Sergeant Smith? Let's see, for a start you're not married. Smithy: *raises his left hand* Well that's not exactly difficult, is it. Louise: You don't live with anyone either... Smithy: How'd you know that? Louise: Because you're wearing slightly too much aftershave, too much for the inside of a small car anyway. A woman would be sensitive to that, when she kissed you goodbye in the morning, she'd tell you that. Am I right? Smithy: ...Possibly. Louise: That means yes. So what else do we know? You're late twenties, doing pretty well to be a Sergeant by now. Local boy from the accent. I expect you've got a smart, bare little flat somewhere not too far from here. Big widescreen telly, but not much else. Not much clutter, white walls, sanded floors...which you did yourself cos you couldn't afford that nice laminate stuff. Smithy: What is this? Changing Rooms? Louise: And no partner. Smithy: You don't know that. Louise: You're dedicated to your job. That's why you made Sergeant. Because you've got nothing else to worry about. Apart from going to the gym. Maybe twice a week by the look of you. Smithy: Oh, thank you. Louise: You've had relationships. But let's face it, work just gets in the way... Smithy: Do you fancy a job in CID? Louise: You couldn't afford me. Louise: *returns to the car clutching just one coffee* Smithy: ...No thanks, I'm fine… Louise: Okay… Smithy: No that I think of it, it makes sense that you're not bothered about the car. It don't matter, not to people like you. Louise: People like me? And who are they? Smithy: People with money. Now I bet you're married to a *very* wealthy man...Now take those boots. They're at least three hundred quids worth... Louise: They were in a sale and I paid for them with my own money... Smithy: I bet you've never even done the housework. Or the washing up come to think of it... Louise: Why's that? Smithy: Look at your nails. And then there's your hair...That's at least once a week, and it'd take longer than a lunch hour, so - you've got some leisure time, which means you don't work, which means it's paid for by a wealthy bloke. Louise: Assistance? They're only kids. Smithy: Yeah, with knives and they're prepared to use them. I'm not stupid like you! Smithy: Put your seatbelt on. Louise: It's creasing my coat... Smithy: It'd do more than that if you went through the window screen. Louise: Thank you so much for caring. Smithy: Yeah, I don't. I just don't want the paperwork. Reg: Sarge, she's a bit of alright ain't she? Smithy: Not when you're stuck in a car with her she's not...

Louise: I could always cry... isn't that meant to melt the judges heart? Smithy: *rolls his eyes* Leela: Spoilt little rich girl with too much money Smithy: Yeah, you're probably right... Leela: Nice looking though... Smithy: Not really my type. Smithy: ...Leela? Can I ask you something? Erm, my aftershave… *clears his throat* Is it a bit strong? Leela: *looks confused* Maybe just a bit. Smithy: ...Right *walks off* Tony: Could you just carry on with the statement please, *looks at Smithy* I'm enthralled... Smithy: *nods*

Smithy: We get accused of all sorts... Louise: Like what? Smithy: I'm sure you know what I mean... Louise: Well I'm sure I wouldn’t accuse you of anything, we're on the same side aren't we? Smithy: You sure about that? Louise: *sees Smithy looking at a picture* You like it? Smithy: Actually I prefer the poster of that tennis bird scratching her bum but... Louise: You are joking, aren't you? Smithy: You spotted that...well done... Louise: I just don't want to appear in court, it's not me... Smithy: Well I'm sure Mr Larson will buy you a new outfit if that's what you're worried about... Smithy: ...not some phony like you. Louise: *excuse* me? Smithy: You're nothing, love - noone! All you've done is married well, so don't give yourself any airs and graces, cos you're no better than me! Smithy: And all of this! It's not yours, you're just a spoilt pampered little pet!

Smithy: Morning... Louise: It's time you were out of here... Smithy: Don't I get a good morning kiss, or something? Well how about a nice cup of rosy then? Louise: No! Smithy: Why not? Louise: Because, now come on... Smithy: What's the rush? Louise: I've gotta get going, and so do you! Smithy: If you've got time...*wraps his arms around her waist* we could er… Louise: No!

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