- Det. Insp. Edmund Reid: That's quick work, Chief Inspector.
- Ch. Insp. Fred Abberline: Your face is known in these parts, Edmund. You raise hell, word will travel.
- Det. Insp. Edmund Reid: There is hell to be raised, Fred, and I am to raise it.
- Det. Insp. Edmund Reid: [as they raid the Division's armoury] We are not in uniform, Bennett.
- Det. Insp. Bennet Drake: No, Mr. Reid.
- Ch. Insp. Fred Abberline: [entering] No! Inspector Drake, I brought you here so that this man could be corralled, not spun into ever greater acts of lunacy!
- Det. Insp. Bennet Drake: [calmly loading his shotgun] I am sorry your faith in me is not better rewarded, Chief Inspector.
- Ch. Insp. Fred Abberline: Edmund... think on what you do.
- Det. Insp. Edmund Reid: For once, Fred, there is no need to think, only to act.
- [racks his own shotgun]
- Det. Insp. Edmund Reid: Now... we are leaving.
- Long Susan: Tell me something.
- Ronald Capshaw: If it is in my gift to do so, I shall tell it.
- Long Susan: I kept you on after the... loss of Duggan, because, well, you were as one with his affairs, of course. But in truth, I had an instinct about what you were as a man, or rather what you lacked.
- [Capshaw's brow furrows, and she raises a finger]
- Long Susan: Do not mistake me. It is a quality I would have all men lack. It seemed to me you were happy as you were, you had no need to make the world stand up and applaud your very existence. Was I wrong to judge you so?
- Ronald Capshaw: No... but we all evolve, Miss Susan, do we not? Adapt to the world we find ourselves in. Much like this borough you would shape to a higher ideal. I too, perhaps, feel myself advance, and from there... see further.