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[sets down various weapons as stolen from Minato's under-the-bed armory. It is worth noting that he's chosen to relax at the bar, and that there is an opened bottle of whisky on the counter]

House fire in Kingston upon Hull, six-year-old boy dead. It's considered an accident.

Ethics in altering the past you know as a fact while back in time: discuss.

[drinks from his glass of whisky]

Or don't.

[and another drink!]

A word, Guv.

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[oh look; he's learning to filter out jokes about pedophilia, too. At this rate, Sam will be entirely deaf to all insults, Gene] Time doesn't pass here, so she's not any sort of distraction. Or haven't you noticed that my paperwork never takes up office hours anymore?

[that's okay. he'll come up with more inventive ones as time goes on. as it is, he's just giving you a very blank stare right now] You say that as if I bother looking at the bloody paperwork that comes across my desk.

Of course you don't. [muttered] 's why you don't notice that I fix up everyone else's paperwork.

What was that, Tyler?

I said, "I'm running away to get married to the Doctor in Vegas."

I was hoping you'd be the best man.

...the hell are you drinking? [snatches the whisky out of Sam's hand and sniffs it]

[look, Sam's even managing not to burst into laughter] What, I've found true love and you're not happy for me? That hurts, Guv. I thought you were my friend.

You're not a bleedin' faerie and you're not getting hitched to a sodding bloke!

Bisexuality, Guv.

Let me rephrase. You are not a bum bandit.

Aww, Guv, why can't you accept me for who I am? [slams down some whisky]

Because you aren't that.

[a pause, as he considers Gene over the top of his glass] But I wouldn't be any less of a copper if I was. [takes a short sip of whisky]

[gives him a stead look, not really sure where this is going] Poofters don't make good coppers, Tyler. They're squeamish and sissies. Better they take a bird's job than a man's work.

One: Annie. She's one of the better officers on your team, and you know it, so don't go on about how women are worse coppers. Two: I'm also one of the best coppers on your team. If I suddenly decided I wanted to shag a bloke, it wouldn't change that.

[he has a point, so Gene just grunts, still giving him a steady look. then he takes a measured swallow of his own whisky, leaning against the bar] Where is this going, Tyler?

That sexuality, gender, and race don't affect one's ability to police. [sips from his whisky; demure] Not that I'm trying to change your mind. Old dogs and new tricks, right, Guv?

Then what the hell's the point of this lecture? I've heard more interesting things coming out my mum's arse.

Nothing. No point. No point to anything I say. Let's talk about football. City won't win the League Cup again until 1976, you know.

One of these days, you're gonna make some bloody sense. And when you do, I'll shit myself. [oooh, no he did not] Don't you start with that 'Hyde' bullshit. Reds'll kick Blue's arse any day.

It's true. Place your bets on it. Oh! And The Exorcist comes out this year. You should see it. I didn't like it much, but. Was Karras's suicide an act of martyrdom, or is he going to hell? They should ask the next demon to come along.

And I said stop. [reaches out to grab Tyler by the lapels, trying to shove him off his stool] I don't wanna hear about your bloody 'Hyde' or your daft ideas of what's gonna happen in the future. All that matters is right here, right now, you got it?

[grabs one of Gene's wrists, balancing himself by putting his free hand on the counter] Is that why you don't want me around Fumie? Are you afraid that the future'll take me back?