DCI Gene Hunt : Oh dear Lord, if this is a test I fear I may fail. And I thought it'd be the booze or the fags but oh no, I'm going to die in an underground vault in the company of a posh mouthy tart with a head full of brains and the common sense of a grain weevil.
DI Alex Drake : You're not going to die. I can't die. Can I.
[pause, then almost imploringly]
DI Alex Drake : Can I?
DCI Gene Hunt : [looks at her for a long moment] Come here.
[he puts his arm around Alex and she rests her head against his chest]