SWS various verses - Gene's posts - 2010
Case closed. Time for a drink.
Maybe I'm too old for this...
Can't believe it. Not guilty? Bollocks.
[ Enjoying a drink after a case. ]
[ In a park, gazing at stars. ]
Can't help but miss 'er, sometimes.
Might take a drive to Manchester.
I miss the posh, mouthy tart.
[ Alone in a pub, getting drunk. ]
Where the bloody hell are you?
[ On the Quattro's bonnet, eating chips. ]
[ Just finishing work for the night. ]
Bastards arrested. Wound treated. Scotch needed.
[ Undercover in a local gay bar. ]
[ Sat in Luigi's Trattoria, drinking wine. ]
He's guilty. I just need evidence.
Quattro fired up. Time for work.
I forgot how confusing love is.
[ Livid. ] OI! Where's my bloody Quattro?
Unbreakable. This time I'll be un-bloody-breakable.
Need Scotch to feed this hangover.
Why are feelings so bloody baffling?
Gene Hunt. Jim Keats. Round Two.
Blimey, can't believe she did that.
Bloody wonderful. Discipline and Complaints Investigation.
Time to get down to work.
I want my bloody team back.