Lord Scarman: I'll be keeping a beady eye on you, D.C.I. Hunt.
Gene: Is that right? Well you can take this home in your Harrod's pipe and smoke it. In twenty years time, when the streets are awash with filth, and you're too frightened to leave your big, posh, Belsize Park house after dark, don't come running to me, mate! Because I'll be in Alicante. Oiled up, skin sizzling in the midday sun like a burnt sausage!
Lord Scarman: If you're quite finished…
Gene: No, not quite… You can despise us, you can disown us, you can even try and close us down, but you will never break us… Because we are police officers… We are brothers… We are un-bloody-breakable!