Quotes About Police

She had the startled-rabbit look that civilians get after five minutes of helping the police with their inquiries. If they stay calm for too long it's a sign that they're professional villains or foreign or just plain stupid. All of which can get you locked up if you're not careful. If you find yourself talking to the police, my advice is to stay calm but look guilty; it's your safest bet.

CO19, the Met's firearms unit, whose unofficial motto is, "Guns don't kill people, we kill people with guns.

It's strictly constables, sergeants, and lunatics. We'll keep the kettle on for you.

ASSUME NOTHING, believe nothing, check everything—the ABC of policing.

It's one of those weird truths you learn early on as police that quite a high percentage of the public have all the survival instinct of a moth in a candle factory. They run the wrong way, they refuse to move, some will run toward the danger, and others will instantly whip out their phones and take footage.

Who made the 999 call?" "Dunno," said Purdy. "Mobile, probably." It's officers like Purdy that give the Metropolitan Police its sterling reputation for customer service that makes us the envy of the civilised world.

I didn't ask why anybody would want to risk the electric two-step on the tracks because, as police, all three of us knew that there wasn't anything so stupid that somebody wouldn't try it sooner or later.

when the government decided that in the light of an increased security threat what London really needed was a smaller police force.

There was also a great absence of people, including behind the mahogany-topped reception desk. Now, there's a time when an unlocked premises is a positive boon to a police officer as in – I was just looking to ascertain the whereabouts of the proprietor when I stumbled across the Class A controlled substances which were in plain sight in the bottom drawer of a locked desk in an upstairs office, M'lord.

It's a police mantra that all members of the public are guilty of something, but some members of the public are more guilty than others.

I showed her my warrant card, and she stared at it in confusion. You get that about half the time, mainly because most members of the public have never seen a warrant card close up and have no idea what the hell it is.

and I gave him the police stare. The aim of the stare is to convey cynicism combined with weary patience. I know you're about to lie to me but because I am a hugely magnanimous agent of state power, I'm willing to give you a moment to think better of it.

It's one of those weird truths you learn early on as police that quite a high percentage of the public have all the survival instinct of a moth in a candle factory.

I don't like my bacon sandwich to be curiously snuffling at my fingers. But sometimes being police means holding your breath and fondling a pig.

I walked away with the cheerful step of a police officer who's just made a tricky ethical question somebody else's problem.

Libertarians and criminals complain about the surveillance state when they see a camera. Police officers complain about it when they don't.

If you ask any copper why they stick at a job which exposes them to abuse from everyone from petty criminals all the way down to government ministers, they'll say it's the variety.

You can always tell an old cop car because however hard you scrub, it always smells of old cop.

Did he just ask us to lie to a senior officer?" I asked. "Yup," said Leslie. "Just checking," I said. So we spent the rest of the afternoon bearing false witness in separate interview rooms.

Do you know what happened to the last police officer who made a joke about DS Stephanopoulos?" "No, what did happen to him?" "Nobody else knows either

Prophecy," said Alastair. "We saw the future." Both me and Guleed were actually struck dumb—which is not a good look in a pair of experienced police officers. Fortunately, Alastair was off with the fairies and so didn't notice, and thus was the much vaunted mystique of the Metropolitan Police preserved.

As Martin noted, to the detectives conducting his interview, it was a good thing he'd been inebriated, because otherwise he would have wasted time screaming and running about - especially once he realized he was standing in a pool of blood. Instead, with the slow methodical patience of the drunk and terrified, Martin Turner dialed 999 and asked for the police.

She had the startled rabbit look that civilians get after five minutes of helping the police with their inquiries. If they stay calm for too long, it's a sign that they're professional villains, or foreign or just plain stupid.

MUCH AS I love the Jag, it's too conspicuous for everyday police work. So that day I was driving a battered silver ex–Metropolitan Police Ford Asbo that, despite my best efforts, smelled vaguely of old stakeouts and wet dog. I