Peter: I’ve got to go.
Caroline: Oh, Petey! Have you?
Peter: Yeah. And so have you.
Caroline: Why? Where are you going?
Peter: I’ve got business.
Caroline: You haven’t got business. There’s someone else, isn’t there.
Peter: No.
Caroline: I couldn’t bear it if there was. I really couldn’t…
Peter: You’d better get home. Your mum and dad would kill you if they knew you were here.
Caroline: They’d kill you first.
Peter: I’ll see you.

Peter: Greyfriars House.
Jack: Peter…are you sure about this?
Peter: You said he was going to be in London. Not back until late.
Jack: I mean… It’s too much too soon. We’re going to get caught.
Peter: You losing your bottle, Jack?
Jack: No…
Peter: I hope not.

Peter: What is it?
Jack: I thought I heard something.
Peter: Leave that!
Peter: There’s nothing here. Let’s go.

Peter: You old fart!

Peter: Right. Let’s go.

Peter: Piece of cake.

Laura: What time is it?
Peter: Twelve.
Laura: Gordon will be back soon. It’s his afternoon surgery. You have to go.
Peter: All right.
Laura: You don’t care, do you.
Peter: What?
Laura: Stay or go. You don’t care. But maybe that’s what I like about you, Peter. You’re so bloody heartless. You’re like an animal.
Peter: Watch it…
Laura: I’m complimenting you. If Gordon ever found out about us, he’d neuter you, do you know that? He’s good at that.
Peter: If you don’t like Gordon, why do you talk about him so much?
Laura: Good question.

Laura: Don’t you ever change. I like you just the way you are.
Peter: And you know what I like about you?
Laura: What?
Peter: Your generosity.
Laura: I hadn’t forgotten.

Laura: Are you still seeing that girl? The Devere girl? Caroline…?

Laura: Yes. You’ve got plans there, haven’t you. Well, a word from me and that would be all over. I wonder what she’d say if she knew about me?
Peter: Get lost, Laura. Just piss off, all right? You start threatening me, you can look for your fifty quid thrills elsewhere. Right…?
Laura: Peter…
Peter: Maybe you should try Jack. He’ll do it for thirty and he might even enjoy it.
Laura: God! You little bastard…!

Barnaby: Here he is now…
Peter: Yes?
Troy: You’re Peter Drinkwater?
Peter: And you’re police, aren’t you.
Troy: Detective Sergeant Troy. Causton CID. This is Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.
Peter: It’s the same smell. You can always tell.
Troy: Would you mind stepping out of the car? We’d like to talk to you in connection with a break-in at Greyfriars House last night.
Peter: Would you? And what if I don’t want to talk to you?
Barnaby: Do you realise we could be back here in six hours with a warrant to search this entire place?
Peter: Search it. I don’t give a damn.

Peter: Jack? Is that you?

Peter: What...?

Peter: What…?