[crosses his arms and gives him a Look] I thought you were supposed to be finding out more about this whole 'machine' bullocks with that bird. What're you doin' lookin' for gooks for the brat?
[also sets his jaw] I'm doin' my job, Gladys, and that means making sure you lot are doing yours. Last I knew, I was still your DCI, meanin' you don't question what I do and I sure as hell question you.
[you keep pushing his buttons and he doesn't like it, Sam ; ;] Now you listen here, Tyler. The only scum you look to is out in those streets, you got it? You don't have a bloody clue what's going on in my department and I won't have you waltzing in here and acting like some sort of Mother Theresa, understood? [jabs him in the chest] I am still your DCI, whether you like it or not. So you either shut it or you can bloody well leave.
[and Gene stumbles back with an 'oof,' holding his nose in an attempt to stop the bleeding. who knew Tyler could hit that hard?] Damnit, Tyler! The hell's that for?
And I didn't bloody well do it on purpose! You think it doesn't bother me, Tyler? You think I don't go through every day reliving that moment and wondering why the hell I'm still here and that sodding bastard isn't? You think I want to stay DCI when I'm no better than that bastard Master? Who the bloody hell do you think you are, Tyler, pointing fingers at me?
[glares angrily, shoving Sam away] I don't give a rat's fart what it was. It doesn't change a damn thing, and it don't change a word I've said, either.
[grumbles to himself, running a hand through his hair] Look, Tyler. I don't bloody care if you hate me, but I'm not letting CID fall apart because of it. [won't admit it's all ready begun since he stopped writing letters pretending to be Sam] You've got a problem with me? Fine. But that doesn't excuse you from doing your damned job.
[looks back up, and speaks clearly] CID won't fall because of this... mess. [even if it's been a week since they've heard from Gene, and the Superintendant wants to send people in to see if he's still alive] And I'll do my bloody job. I don't need you to tell me to.
[can't make out Sam's grumble and doesn't bother pressing him about it since it's probably just his tessie whinging, anyway]
Coulda fooled me, Gladys. [pulls out a flask, about to take a swig, then looks away and offers it to Sam, first] You'd best make sure it doesn't, or I'll spit you like a roast.
You don't need to add me to your body count. [knocks the flask away] And what the hell are you doing, drinking like this? Staying pissed all the time isn't the way to run your department, and it's not going to make you feel any better. [scoffs] Just as bad as a junkie.
[oh Sam, that was so the wrong thing to say. Gene is very, very angry and has once against slammed you against something] Don't you ever compare me to them, you hear me? Those bastards have ruined more lives and been responsible for more baddies in my City than you have a bleedin' clue about, Tyler. I am nothing like them.
[slams again] I make you a bloody peace offering and you give me lip, and you dare tell me how to run my department? [lets him go] Maybe they do it differently in 'Hyde', but in my City, coppers bloody well work together, you sodding div, and they don't question their DCI.
In Hyde, coppers don't kill people! In Hyde, we don't beat our suspects until they're bloody! In Hyde, we don't throw our subordinates into walls when they point out just how badly we've screwed ourselves over -- screwed everyone over! Your actions are sending you down, and we're all going down with you if you don't shape up!
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[looks back up, and speaks clearly] CID won't fall because of this... mess. [even if it's been a week since they've heard from Gene, and the Superintendant wants to send people in to see if he's still alive] And I'll do my bloody job. I don't need you to tell me to.
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Coulda fooled me, Gladys. [pulls out a flask, about to take a swig, then looks away and offers it to Sam, first] You'd best make sure it doesn't, or I'll spit you like a roast.
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[slams again] I make you a bloody peace offering and you give me lip, and you dare tell me how to run my department? [lets him go] Maybe they do it differently in 'Hyde', but in my City, coppers bloody well work together, you sodding div, and they don't question their DCI.
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