- Mohammed Rachid: What is it, to wear an hundred and fifty pound American trainer shoes? To put on jackets with a label from Milan in Italy? What is it to drink alco pops, to go clubbing and end up fumbling a slut of an English girl on a canal path in the dawn, your mind wrecked with pills? It is nothing but ash in the mouth, the taste of the death of the soul. For the West sells you the illusion of an earthly paradise, it has to, that is how American Jews on Wall Street make their money. But despite all the pressure of the West's gaudy promises, in your schools, on the television in the cinema, the way your British friends behave, even the advertisements in the streets, you have kept yourselves pure. You have become the West's worst fear: young people they cannot sell to, that they cannot touch. You know the way to the true paradise through a martyr's death.
- Ruth Evershed: Why don't we just close the place down?
- Harry Pearce: Home Office directive. Community-sensitive policy parameters. In real speak, they don't want a riot.
- Ruth Evershed: Bugger the Home Office.
- Harry Pearce: Mmm, if only...
- Vicki Westbrook: Tom Quinn.
- Tom Quinn: It's my real name.
- Vicki Westbrook: Really? You use false name to doctors you dine and bed with, do you?
- Tom Quinn: Sometimes.
- Mohammed Rachid: Would you?
- Ibhn Khaldun: With God's help.
- Mohammed Rachid: You're too valuable. It's a sad thing to say that the best martyrs are dispensable.
- [last lines]
- Tom Quinn: I misread Khaldun. I didn't know if he was naive or a double agent or what. Actually, he was a hero.
- Christine Dale: And you got him killed.
- Tom Quinn: I'm sorry?
- Christine Dale: A cast-iron asset, a man who could have been a great agent for us and for you, you got him terminated.
- Tom Quinn: That's the CIA line?
- Christine Dale: My superiors are so angry with you people, they're in meltdown.
- Tom Quinn: Well, sod your superiors. Are you in meltdown, too?
- Christine Dale: You bet. You nearly got yourself killed.
- [first lines]
- Tom Quinn: [on surveillance] Any sign of him, Danny?
- Danny Hunter: No.
- Tom Quinn: How long since the wire went down?
- Zoe Reynolds: Uh, 50 minutes.
- Zoe Reynolds: [watching Ruth struggle with a desk lamp] What do you think?
- Danny Hunter: Bonkers.
- Zoe Reynolds: But brilliant.
- Sam Buxton: Do you think I'll be bonkers when I'm older?
- Danny Hunter: Aren't you now?
- Sam Buxton: Could be.
- Tom Quinn: Mr. Muhammad Ibhn Khaldun?
- Ibhn Khaldun: [reading a business card] Mr. John Steadman. Home Office.
- [watching boys playing in the park]
- Ibhn Khaldun: They don't know who Peter Pan is, do they?
- Tom Quinn: Why should they?
- Ibhn Khaldun: Peter Pan? He's a part of English heritage.
- Tom Quinn: What, a story about boy who didn't want to grow up?
- Ibhn Khaldun: No, a story about being safe, in an eternal garden where you can play in tree houses all day long.
- Tom Quinn: Is that how you see this country?
- Ibhn Khaldun: How do you see mine? Dusky maidens in desert tents, offering dates on gold plates?
- Zoe Reynolds: So, after your family died, you decided to leave Algeria. How did you do that?
- Ibhn Khaldun: My life savings.
- Zoe Reynolds: Meaning?
- Ibhn Khaldun: I bribed my way onto a boat.
- Zoe Reynolds: And the Algerian secret services let you go?
- Ibhn Khaldun: Of course not.
- Zoe Reynolds: So how did you escape your masters?
- Ibhn Khaldun: [sarcastically] I disguised myself as a camel.