- Malcolm Wynn-Jones: He can't explode the stick.
- Harry Pearce: I'd like to believe that
- Malcolm Wynn-Jones: I mean he physically can't. The container's made of titanium steel. It's several feet thick. He could run an express train into it. The train would end up in the scrap yard. It requires specialised tools to open. You can't just pop the lid off with a screwdriver.
- Zoe Reynolds: Those are oil vats. He's not gonna bomb the truck, he's gonna bomb those. It's a massive oil fire. What would that do to uranium?
- Malcolm Wynn-Jones: It would make it very angry.
- Harry Pearce: Don't you two have homes to go to?
- Danny Hunter: Tube strike. It's raining, no cabs.
- Harry Pearce: We train you to be resourceful. I'm sure you'll find a way.
- Danny Hunter: Maybe we could book out a pool car on strike days?
- Harry Pearce: Operational purposes only, I'm afraid. I can provide you with specially-designed waterproofing equipment. Standard field officer issue.
- [opening his umbrella]
- Harry Pearce: You press this button here.
- Zoe Reynolds: Look, Ruth, Harry's not a fool. You're good. He'll want to keep you here.
- Ruth Evershed: God, I hope so. I don't want to go back to GCHQ. Too many bloody mathematicians, for one thing.
- Danny Hunter: [interrupting] Hanson quit the army three years ago, claiming benefits ever since. Why hasn't he reenlisted? The army offer good incentives for experienced soldiers to join up again.
- Ruth Evershed: Well, I'll just go read a North Korea Evening News, or something.
- [leaves the room]
- Danny Hunter: [sitting down in the chair Ruth has just vacated] What do you think?
- Zoe Reynolds: I think that for a man whose job's all about observation, perception, and intelligence, you just failed on all three counts.
- [first lines]
- News Anchor: Transport chaos at the capital as the vastest 24-hour strike on London Underground started at 8 pm tonight, increasing pressure on the government to find a solution for what is now looking like a new winter of discontent. Shadow Cabinet spokesman Charles Lindsay today attacked the government's domestic policy...
- Zoe Reynolds: Charles Lindsay?
- Danny Hunter: Isn't he the man who had the fling with the guy...
- Zoe Reynolds: Who knew the girl that sold the thing? Yup.
- Ruth Evershed: Look at that. Of all government ministers, I'd never have made him for a leather queen. No wonder he hasn't got time to sort out the unions.
- [last lines]
- Harry Pearce: You got too close to the subject. Don't let personal feelings...
- Tom Quinn: Personal feelings? Yeah, I have personal feelings.
- Harry Pearce: Well, bury them! Because...
- Tom Quinn: Fuck you! If the new world order means we're in the business of destroying anyone who questions the political agenda, then I'm in the wrong job!
- Harry Pearce: Take a long weekend, and put this operation behind you.
- Tom Quinn: Shame on you, Harry. Shame on you for allowing us to be manipulated.
- Harry Pearce: It's over! I will take your debriefing at a later stage. And as regards Mata Hari out there, no fraternizing with foreign operatives, even if they are friendlies. You and I both know there's no such thing in our world.
- Tom Quinn: I will not be dictated to.
- Harry Pearce: Never question my decisions! End it. I don't care how. I do care when. The next time I see you, you're a single man.
- Danny Hunter: Do you wanna grab a beer sometime? Maybe dinner?
- Sam Buxton: We work together.
- Danny Hunter: I know, um, that's the good bit. They, they like us to date each other. Security reasons.
- Sam Buxton: Whose? Theirs or ours?
- Danny Hunter: Harry would be thrilled.
- Sam Buxton: You really know how to flatter a girl. Do you want to go out with me, or do you want to get into Tom and Harry's good books?
- Danny Hunter: The first bit, definitely.
- Sam Buxton: Thought you'd never ask.
- Major Sam Curtis: If my terms are not agreed in the next 30 minutes, I'll be transmitting videotape from my location, via sat phone, to every major Western broadcaster. I don't think I flatter myself that it'll be headline news the second they realize who I am, especially when they see I've surrounded a truckload of irradiated uranium with 50 pounds of plastic explosive. If my terms are still not met within 60 minutes, then South East England will be twinned with Chernobyl. Somebody better get back to me quick. The clock's started ticking.