Det. Sgt. Hobson: [after another berating] Will that be all, sir?
Chief Supt. Forrest: No! I haven't finished humiliating you yet! Oh, look, son - you think I've got it in for you because you're a graduate copper, eh? You think it's arse-about-face snobbery because you've got a university degree and I haven't?
Det. Sgt. Hobson: No, sir - I don't think that!
Chief Supt. Forrest: Oh, good because it isn't that. It's just personal: I don't like you and I think you're useless at the job. Resentment about your education doesn't come into it. Understood?
Det. Sgt. Hobson: Understood.
Chief Supt. Forrest: Also, you didn't tell me you wanted to nick Big Al. You must understand that if you want to nick Big Al, there's only one way to do it...
Det. Sgt. Hobson: [Interrupting] Plant some evidence and fit him up?
Chief Supt. Forrest: I am astonished to hear you suggest such an approach, Hobson!
Det. Sgt. Hobson: Oh! It wasn't a serious proposal, sir. It's just a theory I've heard expressed by some of my colleagues.
Chief Supt. Forrest: We do not plant evidence or fit people up, Hobson!
Det. Sgt. Hobson: Of course not, sir!
Chief Supt. Forrest: Except in one very precise situation which does not, at this moment, arise.
Det. Sgt. Hobson: May I ask what situation that might be?
Chief Supt. Forrest: You may.
Det. Sgt. Hobson: [after a few moments, having expected Chief Supt. Forrest to expound] What situation might that be?
Chief Supt. Forrest: We fit people up, Hobson, when I order it to be done. In the case of Big Al, I will give no such order. There is such a thing as integrity even in this day and age.
Det. Sgt. Hobson: I find that very reassuring.
Chief Supt. Forrest: That's all, Hobson. I may decide to shout at you again later.