Callan: (to Hunter) You'll excuse me saying sir, you are a bastard, sir.
Callan: (to Hunter) Look, we've killed an innocent man. Why don't you go down to the Coroner - you tell him! And while you're at it why don't you tell the widow and the kids, eh? We're awfully sorry, you see we were after this other fellow ...
Hunter: You've been around long enough to know that this Section can function as it does primarily because few people know we exist. I do not intend to widen that social circle.
Callan: (furiously) We're trained to treat people like numbers, like ciphers, dispensible, indispensible, white file, blue file, red file, yellow file... !!
Hunter: It's the only way we can work.
Callan: (sarcastically) All in the public interest.
Hunter: In the end, yes.
Callan: Well, what about my bloody interest?! Listen, mate, if I go down there to that Coroner and get copped for perjury, are you going to help me? Not on your nellie. I tell you, we're all numbers, we're all bloody zombies!
Hunter: You're the best man in this Section, Callan, probably the best it's ever had, but for one thing - you became deactivated because of over-involvement.
Callan: Because sometimes I showed a normal amount of human emotion, sir.
Callan: Oh, stuff it.