After Stevenson Square, 2AM
Y'think you know everythin', with your 'techniques' and your 'reasoning' and all that bollocks, but y'know what? You don't know shite about how it works in this town - my town.
You come to me, and you talk to me about 'feelings' and 'relationships' and my wife - you don't get it, do you?
You think that because you find your DCI bollocks-deep down some shirtlifter's throat, you can come to me and talk about what? 'My sexuality'? Who the fuck are you to talk to me about what I've been doing?
You don't know nothin', DI Tyler. And you never will.