Closed Circuit Quotes

[first lines]

Mother: [walking in a busy market square] You really will have to rethink your lifestyle, you know?

Pregnant Daughter: What lifestyle are you taking about, mum?

Mother: Wine only on Fridays. And try to think about dark green vegetables.

Young Man on Cellphone: [appearing another video monitor] So really, that's the same as saying we'll never see each other again. Well it is. It just is.

Woman on Cellphone: [on another monitor] How can I do anything if I don't know what you want?

Teenage Girl: [in the background] She was so upset about it, and I said to her, "Look," I said, "you've got boobs. They're there, look." Staying in is pathetic when she could be out having a good time.

Devlin: [viewing site of the bombing] I told you, nothing to see.

Martin Rose: Nothing to look at, which is different.

Devlin: This room's bugged.

Martin Rose: Not like you to be suspicious.

Devlin: No, I'm just saying. It's routine around here. Confidential conversations are transcribed and filed away.

Martin Rose: Better be careful what I say, then.

Devlin: Yeah, or at least speak clearly. For the sake of the typist.

Attorney General: Look, Martin, I can imagine what you're thinking. How this looks to you.

Martin Rose: I've made no allegation.

Attorney General: But if we accept that they - that someone... Then we have to accept all sort of things which are simply unacceptable. And I will not accept that.

Martin Rose: You really know how to clarify a situation, don't you?

Attorney General: I'm not even here.

Joanna Reece: And that's where it all went wrong. That's why the secret is lethal.

Martin Rose: Is that your headline?

Joanna Reece: [scoffs] Huh, no headline without proof.

Martin Rose: You've obviously never read a British newspaper.

Devlin: Martin, be careful.

Martin Rose: It's a bit bloody late for that.

Claudia Simmons-Howe: What if they get us before he gets to court?

Martin Rose: Well at least we bloody well tried.

Claudia Simmons-Howe: You broke into my chambers.

Nazrul Sharma: It was open.

Claudia Simmons-Howe: After you unlocked it, I'm sure it was.

Nazrul Sharma: There are people who really want a conviction here. So if you're ever feeling, uh, bullied or intimidated...

Claudia Simmons-Howe: [interrupting] Oh, I can cope with that, thank you.

Nazrul Sharma: Or threatened.

Claudia Simmons-Howe: Threatened? And what do you mean by that exactly?

Nazrul Sharma: You can give me a call.

Claudia Simmons-Howe: And what will you do?

Nazrul Sharma: Whatever needs to be done, Claudia.

Joanna Reece: [at dinner party] Then they sent me back and said, "No, now you have to take off your shoes." And I mean, I'm wearing stilettos, right? What, do I have tiny, little explosives?

Iqbal: You should try being Asian. I get stopped and searched every couple of weeks.

Piccola: [opening house door] Martin! You never come. Are you drunk?

Martin Rose: [handing over bottle of wine for dinner party] Not yet.

Piccola: Martin, may I introduce Joanna?

Martin Rose: Hello, Joanna.

[sardonically]

Martin Rose: I'm going through a vicious divorce at the moment and will soon be penniless, so from your point of view, what would be the point?

Piccola: Joanna, he's famously awful.

Claudia Simmons-Howe: I used to do that.

Emir Erdogan: What? Play Medal of Honor?

Claudia Simmons-Howe: No, I used to get angry. Rather than help people who were trying to help me, I'd just say nothing as a way of getting my own back, even though the only person I was really hurting was myself.

Martin Rose: There is doubt.

Melissa: You lawyers, you like your fucking doubt, don't you? Well, I can't use doubt. I can only use certainty. I need certain knowledge in order to do my job.

Nazrul Sharma: They want you, in court. To give evidence. Are you okay with that, Emir?

Emir Erdogan: [belligerently] I saw you. With my father.

Nazrul Sharma: There's a lot of blokes look like me.

Claudia Simmons-Howe: [dejectedly] We're not strong enough to fight them, are we?

Martin Rose: No.

Claudia Simmons-Howe: There's no good way out of this, is there? There's no... There is no right way out of this.

Martin Rose: No. Sorry, Claudia.

Claudia Simmons-Howe: So how do we do it?

Martin Rose: I'll call them, and tell them that we'll do as we're told.

Claudia Simmons-Howe: [chuckles incredulously] It's that simple?

Martin Rose: Yes, that simple.

Claudia Simmons-Howe: [referring to Martin Rose's son] How old is he now?

Martin Rose: Old enough to know how much I fucked up his life. In so many ways, you were the worst thing that ever happened to me.

Claudia Simmons-Howe: [smiling] Oh? You are undoubtedly the worst thing that ever happened to me.

Attorney General: [to Martin Rose, insinuatingly] A calamity for justice, of course. Now, we can fret about it, become indignant, write an angry letter to the newspapers or our Members of Parliament. Won't make any difference.

[Silent scenes showing Farroukh Erdogan in jail cell being strangled with a wire by MI5 agent]

Attorney General: Emir's evidence is being heard in closed session, and that is where it will remain. It will be presented in accordance with the law, then the evidence will be placed in a box. The box will then be closed, and it will never be opened again.

Claudia Simmons-Howe: You blame yourself.

Martin Rose: Mostly.

Claudia Simmons-Howe: Well, that's good. The old Martin Rose would never have accepted the blame for anything.

Martin Rose: I only said "Mostly."

Claudia Simmons-Howe: Well, that's even better 'cause that means the old Martin Rose has not entirely gone.

Martin Rose: And for the next bit, you tell me that uhm... the law needs men of integrity.

Claudia Simmons-Howe: Yeah, it does. But that doesn't mean that there's also a place for someone like you.