- Det. Sgt. Bennet Drake: When Fred Abberline asked my return here, there was talk of... that Inspector Reid had made of his desk and his office a bunker. Patrolled these days his archives, not his streets. But what I saw this night was the Inspector Reid I saw some four years past at the ropes of a fighting ring... A man driven by rage. And when I left this city, when I failed you as a friend, I did so only that I might survive as a man.
- Det. Insp. Edmund Reid: I used to argue with a man who believed chaos was the natural state. All things doomed to fall apart. A fissure splitting wider, day by day set to swallow with a gossamer dream that we make of order. I argued with him, yet, but, ah... Now I feel the gossamer fray, Bennet. I feel the fissure yawn into abyss faster than we can weave afresh.
- Det. Sgt. Bennet Drake: Mr. Reid. You used to tell me our work... that order... was a fight without end, but a battle worth the blood. You believed that.
- Det. Insp. Edmund Reid: And I believe it still. And so we weave on... thread by thread. And we hold the promise we have made.