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Agent C: Sir, they, uh, got away.

High T: I believe the appropriate phrase is...you lost them.

Agent C: Well, I put it to you, sir, that they had help.

High T: Probably. But I know H. Whatever he's doing, there's a reason.

Agent C: Why do you keep protecting him? Huh? What is it going to take?

High T: [pause] I'm protecting this institution.

Agent C: [raises his voice] From what? From me? Are you questioning my loyalty, sir?

High T: [stands up] At the very least, your judgement. Is there anything else, Agent C?

Agent C: [calms down in resignation] No, sir.

High T: [C walks out of the room] Good. Then will you kindly leave?

Writer: It was a human tooth?

Writer: I think, you've set the stage. So far we have an Indian boy named after a French swimming pool, on a Japanese ship full of animals, heading to Canada.

Adult Pi Patel: Yes. Now we have to send our boy into the middle of the Pacific, and uh…

Writer: [[God] And make me believe in ].

Adult Pi Patel: Yeah. We'll get there. It was four days out of Manila, above the Mariana Trench, the deepest spot on Earth. Our ship, the Tsimtsum, pushed on, bullishly indifferent to its surroundings. It moved with the slow, massive confidence of a continent.

Writer: [[Christian; [Muslim] So, you're a ], and a ].

Adult Pi Patel: [[Hindu] And a ] of course.

Writer: [[Jew] And a ], I suppose?

Adult Pi Patel: [[w: Kabbalah| Kabbalah; [Faith] Well, I do teach a course on ] at the university. And why not? ] is a house with many rooms.

Writer: [[doubt] But no room for ]?

Adult Pi Patel: [[faith; [Life|living; [know; [strength; [Tests|tested] Oh plenty, on every floor. Doubt is useful, it keeps ] a ] thing. After all, you cannot ] the ] of your faith until it has been ].

Writer: [[Hindus; [Amen] I didn't know ] said "].

Adult Pi Patel: Catholic Hindus do.

Writer: Catholic Hindus?

Adult Pi Patel: [[guilty; [gods] We get to feel ] before hundreds of ], instead of just one.

Writer: [laughs] But you're a Hindu first?

Adult Pi Patel: [[God; [God; [Hinduism|Hindu; [w:Krishna|Krishna] None of us knows ] until someone introduces us. I was first introduced to ] as a ]. There are 33 million gods in the Hindu religion. How can I not come to know a few of them? I met ] first.

Adult Pi Patel: What has Mamaji already told you?

Writer: [[story; [believe; [God] He said you had a ] that would make me ] in ].

Adult Pi Patel: [laughs] He would say that about a nice meal. As for God, I can only tell you my story — you'll then decide for yourself what you believe.

Writer: Fair enough.

Met. Sergeant narrating: Police Constable Nicholas Angel: born, schooled in London. Graduated Canterbury University in 1993 with a double first in Politics and Sociology. Attended Hendon College of Police Training and displayed great attitude in field exercises, notably Urban Pacification and Riot Control. Academically excelled in theoretical coursework and final year examinations. Received the Baton of Honour, graduated with distinction into the Metropolitan Police Service and quickly established an effectiveness and popularity within the community. Proceeded to improve skill base with courses in advanced driving and advanced cycling. Became heavily involved in a number of extra-vocational activities and to this day holds the Met record for the hundred metre dash. In 2001, he began active duty with the renowned SO19 Armed Response Unit and received a Bravery Award for efforts in the resolution of Operation Crackdown. In the last twelve months, he has received nine special commendations, achieved highest arrest record for any officer in the Met and sustained three injuries in the line of duty, most recently in December when wounded by a man dressed as Father Christmas.

Joyce Cooper: I hope you had a pleasant trip—fascist!

Reverend Phillip Shooter: [after being shot] Fuck off, grasshopper! Jesus Christ!

Sgt. Tony Fisher: [upon being presented with an obvious murder scene] Hang about, hang about... you're saying this wasn't an accident?

Sgt. Tony Fisher: [after Sgt. Angel lays out a plan of action] Very good. What he said.

DC Andy Cartwright: You wanna be a big cop in a small town? Fuck off up the model village!

DS Andy Wainwright: Murder, murder, murder. Change the fucking record!

Sgt. Turner: [after Angel has arrested three underage drinkers] You really want to, process all this lot? My pen's runnin out.

Michael Armstrong AKA Lurch: Yarp.

Sgt. Turner: [Angel turns to face him, he is literally covered in firearms all over his black suit, he has a tooth pick in his mouth] Oh, Sgt. Angel, someone from London called for you. I'll tell em you'll ring em back.

PC Doris Thatcher: [after knocking Tina unconscious with a 'Slippery When Wet' sign] Nothing like a bit o girl-on-girl.

Sgt. Turner #2: I dunno, nobody tells me nothin'.

Tom Weaver: [while aiming a blunderbuss at Nicholas] You know what you are? A BLOODY BUSYBODY!