- D.I. Burnside: [to Greig] You listen to me, pal. I've got a lunatic running around out there with a gun. And my resources are stretched to the limit. I've had to put uniformed men into plain clothes, I've had to borrow detectives from other divisions, and do you know what I detest most of all? Having to go cap-in-hand to some toffee-nosed, arrogant Chief Superintendent who hates my guts, pleading for assistance.
- D.S. Greig: With respect, that's not my problem.
- D.I. Burnside: Oh yes it is. Now, I asked for an extra Sergeant, I didn't ask for a part-time copper. You will work your guts out while you're under my command, Mr Greig, so get in that office and start grafting, now, or you and I are gonna have a very stormy relationship, mark my words!
- P.C. Ramsey: You know, Burnside's a shrewd fella, coming up with an angle like that to get himself out of trouble.
- D.S. Roach: I wouldn't make a folk hero out of him if I was you, Ramsey.
- P.C. Ramsey: All the same, he's still a man after my own heart.
- D.S. Greig: Remember Goebbels? He was a hero-worshipper.