- Lady Flavia Queensway: You can use my hide.
- Insp. Michael Kenyon: 'Hide'?
- Lady Flavia Queensway: You know, where we were just now.
- Insp. Michael Kenyon: Oh, the tent...
- Lady Flavia Queensway: You can make it your HQ. Only you will be jolly quiet, won't you?
- [Last lines]
- Insp. Michael Kenyon: I'm really sorry about your brother.
- Rita Compton: It's not your fault, you didn't do it.
- Insp. Michael Kenyon: If there is anything I can do... .
- Rita Compton: You once said if ever I needed my hand to be held...
- [Kenyon reaches out, takes Rita's hand and leads her to his office]
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