- DCI Gene Hunt: [Having seen that Alex has stripped down to her bra because of the heat in the vault] Oh dear Lord, if this is a test I fear I may fail. And I thought it'd be the booze or the fags but oh no, I'm going to die in an underground vault in the company of a posh mouthy tart with a head full of brains and the common sense of a grain weevil.
- DI Alex Drake: You're not going to die. I can't die. Can I?
- [pause, then almost imploringly]
- DI Alex Drake: Can I?
- DCI Gene Hunt: [Looks at her for a long moment] Come here.
- [He puts his arm around Alex and she rests her head against his chest]