Cowley: "A Court of Enquiry? Questions and answers in the open?! The strength of this organisation is its anonymity!"

Minister: "Many people are saying it has too much strength. It's been agreed at a higher level than even I can buck. The Court of Enquiry convenes on Thursday. Who will you want as counsel to present your side of the affair?"

Cowley: " 'Counsel'? My God, I founded this organisation, I will answer for it!"

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Cowley at CI5 HQ, referring to Geraldine Mather: "She wants to hold the enquiry here?"

Minister: "In the room in which Paul Coogan died."

Cowley: "Oh, for pity's sake!"

Minister: "Her argument is that it will save time if the Court wishes to visit the 'scene of the crime'. I've already agreed to her demand, George."

Cowley: "Oh, you have, have you?!"

Minister: "If we don't, she'll only make further capital out of it."

George: "And if we do, she's already ten points ahead on sheer emotional appeal. Och, let her have the room - she doesn't frighten me!"

Minister: "She should - a good, healthy respect, at least. She's out to break CI5, George - and you with it!"

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Bodie: "It was an accident."

Doyle, sarcastic: "Yeah, he ran right onto my fist!"

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Bodie: "Cowley's got a job for us."

Doyle: "Not me, mate, I'm suspended, remember?"

Bodie: "Yeah, me too. Material witness now, you know: I saw you beat that innocent young man to death!"

Doyle: "Don't make jokes, Bodie!"

Bodie: "Yeah, well it's the only way I can get through to you, isn't it?! Come on, Ray - the old man needs us. He's fighting for his life out there - I've never seen him like this. We owe him one!"

Doyle, laughing incredulously: "Listen to him: 'we'! Whatever happened to the 'Look after number one' credo, then?!"

Bodie: "Yeah, well don't do as I say, do as I do!"

Doyle, sarcastic: "Yeah!"

Bodie: "OK, well I'll leave you to wallow in your own self-pity and handle it myself!"

Doyle: "Since when did you ever handle anything on your own?!"

Bodie: "Yeah, well since when did you?!"

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Cowley, considering what he'll be up against in the enquiry: "They can't destroy us."

Minister, not as optimistic: "They can. They might."

Cowley: "What am I really up against tomorrow?"

Minister: "Geraldine Mather!"

Cowley: "Och, I know about her. I'll take my chances with her - meet her fact-for-fact. She doesn't scare me... well, not much! What else?"

Minister: "The enquiry board. There's Stannard..."

Cowley, growing in confidence: "Now he's a fair man - got a mind, too. Won't be swayed by pure emotion."

Minister: "The enquiry will be presided over by Judge Hall. No problem there - he'll only be interested in the pure facts of the matter. But then there's Harold Mackay - a man that's opposed CI5 since its inception. He'll be seeking to make political capital out of this. And he'll try to make it over your broken back!"

Cowley, sarcastically raises his glass: "Cheers!"

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Mather, discovering the cell in which Coogan died being given a fresh lick of paint: "Stop that! I thought you might try to do something like this!"

Cowley: "Do what?"

Mather: "Remove or destroy evidence. I must insist that this room remains exactly as it is."

Cowley: "I was just trying to make it more habitable."

Mather: "You don't regard it as habitable at this moment? Yet quite habitable to conduct your interrogations in."

Cowley: "Very well. But you won't mind standing for a whole day, then? Or maybe you could sit on my knee!"

Mather, indicating one of the few rickety chairs in the cell: "Oh, I anticipate the enquiry will take several days, Mr Cowley. Of course there must be chairs. But these chairs: I want the Board of Enquiry to know the kind of 'comfort' you offer your unfortunate prisoners. I want them really to feel it."

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Judge Hall to the press pack: "You are here as a matter of courtesy, not as a right. It may well be that certain testimony will be subject to the Official Secrets Act and that this court will instruct that such testimony may not be printed..."

Mather, objecting: "I reserve the right to question and protest any such instruction, Mr President."

Hall: "Miss Mather, may I point out to you that this is not the sort of court to which you are accustomed. Ultimately we have no judicial powers - we can merely make findings and recommendations."

Mather: "I am aware, Mr President, that this is not a court of law - but I hope we shall find it is a court of justice!"

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Mather, wandering around the rundown cell: "I wanted you all to sample the kind of hospitality offered by CI5 to its unfortunate suspects. Try to imagine what it would be like to be held incommunicado in a place like this. What would run through your mind?"

Hall: "Miss Mather, I think we have all taken your point. Now perhaps if you would remain in the body of the court..."

Mather: "CI5. Criminal Intelligence. A secret organisation. A dangerously omnipotent organation... and one, it seems, that is answerable to nobody other than its own controller!"

Minister, very angry: "Mr President!! I must object! We are not here to enquire into CI5. The object of the enquiry is to look into the death of Paul Martin Coogan."

Mather: "Very well - I concede. We will confine ourselves to the murder of Paul Coogan..."

Hall, interrupting: "Miss Mather, I know you to be a very skilled counsel but these cheap tactics do you no credit - especially when they appear to be aimed at the press."

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Mather: "Mr Cowley, you admit that you launched to what amounted to a full-scale attack on Mr Coogan's house?"

Cowley: "I ordered a squad operation."

Mather: "Ten men?"

Cowley: "Eleven - including myself."

Mather: "Most of them armed?"

Cowley: "All of them were armed.

Mather: "So my 'full-scale attack' sounds more accurate than your 'squad operation'?! You ran your car down the driveway, broke down the front door and then proceeded to rampage through his house!"

Cowley: "We searched it."

Mather: " 'Searched it'?! Carpets ripped up, furniture torn apart, wallpaper stripped away..."

Cowley: "We were looking for something small - drugs."

Mather: "Something small? Ten pounds of heroin?"

Cowley: "They could have split it up - concealed it in a dozen places."

Mather: "But they hadn't, had they, Mr Cowley? The fact is that you found absolutely nothing! Furniture, carpets - damage estimated at several thousand pounds... all for nothing! And without a search warrant!"

Cowley: "I don't need a warrant!"

Mather: "Oh, I see - you are outside the laws of this country?"

Cowley, wearily beginning to realise that Mather has a point: "It's in my brief."

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John Coogan: "They held me in a room just along the corridor."

Mather: "Were you handcuffed?"

Coogan: "Yes, all the time. And tied, too. My hands swelled up for quite some time after."

Mather: "How many men were in the room with you?"

Coogan: "Three."

Mather: "Three against one? Why? Did you resist in any way?"

Coogan: "No, all I kept doing was asking for my lawyer."

Mather: "Which they denied you?"

Coogan: "Yes."

Mather: "They denied you the legal and fundamental right of every citizen!"

Cowley: "We'd made no charge against him."

Mather: "Which, in my view, makes it even more despicable!"

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Hall, referring to Williams: "Mr Cowley, do you wish to cross-examine?"

Cowley: "No, no questions."

Minister: "George, are you sure?"

Cowley: "What's the point? He'll only lie through his teeth and just cloud the issue further."

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Bodie, after Doyle's grilling before the panel: "How did you get on?"

Doyle: "Lousy – she made a monkey out of me."

Bodie: "Well you did give her a head-start!"

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Mather: "William Andew Philip Bodie."

Bodie: "Yeah, all the princes - I was such a regal-looking baby!"

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Mather, after running through Bodie's career: "Your chief talent is dealing with death, violence, mayhem. How many men have you killed, Mr Bodie?"

Bodie: "I can't remember."

Mather, to the panel and press: "Do you hear that?! This is a member of the CI5 and he can't remem..."

Bodie, recalling his army days: "Look, when you throw a grenade into a bush, how do you know how many guys you kill? In the jungle..."

Mather: "Ah, the jungle! Yes, Mr Bodie, I think that is where you belong!"

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Doyle, after Bodie's grilling before the panel: "How did you get on?"

Bodie performs a monkey impression.

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Cowley: "Miss Mather has used me as a whipping boy because I founded CI5. But I didn't: you did. Society did... If there were no fires, you wouldn't need firemen. In God's name - and I invoke it sincerely - I wish you would make my job and my organisation redundant! I wish you would make the streets clean again. I wish you would give every man, whatever his colour or creed, the right to be and to feel safe again. But that's not to be - at least, not yet... and so you need me: like it or not, you need CI5. That's why I'm asking you, pleading with you: don't destroy us, don't cut us down - not until you've got something better to put in our place. Miss Mather has seized upon the word 'jungle'... with mad beasts crawling through it - and we are the hunters. That was your argument too, did I set out to hunt Coogan down? Well the answer is 'yes' - and it will always be 'yes' as long as there are beasts like Coogan left to hunt. You showed us photos of [Coogan's] carpets ripped up and cars dented - but what about these photos: faces grown old before they were ever young, destroyed and wracked by drug addiction, girls scarcely out of their teens selling their bodies, their 'experience'. Respectable businessmen beaten up because they bucked the price of extortion and bully-boys. These are the streets we have to walk - not the bright streets, the mean ones - devoid of hope and all humanity. We walk them and brush aside some of the dirt: not much - just some... so that there's less to offend when you come along. And now you are trying to take away whatever teeth we've got left. Why? WHY?! Because somebody got hurt? Because a man died? And I regret that, I didn't want that. A man died and you want to close down the whole hospital. Because, like it or not, that's what we are: the surgeons. A messy, sometimes bloody job... and, oh yes, the knives are sharp. And we have to operate fast and quickly and even clumsily on occasion to cut out the disease. The disease hurts but so does the surgeon's knife. Which would you prefer? It's your choice."

Miss Mather: "Mr Cowley, it would be untrue if I was to say to you I wasn't moved by your final plea: a passionate plea from the heart - and made even more poignant because I know that you really believe everthing you said. Misguided as it is, you believe in your own twisted argument and your own omnipotence. And that is the very real danger here. A young, innocent man has already lost his life!"

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Bodie on Doyle: "I suppose he'll get over it."

Cowley: "No, never... but he'll learn to come to terms with it."