
- sarcasm
- commiserating “all of these people are idiots” glances at each other
- pastries
- lounging around with feet on the desk
- shit talking
- ass kicking
- buckets of homoerotic subtext
- strong, independent female characters
ALSO DI Lestrade and DI Carlisle’s division:
- Squabbling over who gets to drive every damn time they get in the car
- Coming to blows over the last donut
- Having their sidearms and badges confiscated for being loose-cannon coppers
- Grudging respect toward their no-nonsense female DCI
- Long bubble baths at the end of a tough day, sometimes separately but mostly together
#WE COULD WRITE A TELEPLAY AND SUBMIT IT TO THE BBC
#i would be totally useless to the process #unless french and/or extensive knowledge of premodern european and middle eastern history somehow was useful
RIGHT THEN. We can work around those constraints.
Episode One: Lestrade and Carlisle go undercover in a French Algerian antiques-smuggling ring. They do horrible accents as they try to fit in with their intended marks. Carlisle coldcocks Lestrade at one point because Lestrade snatches a chocolate-filled croissant from his hand. Lestrade retaliates by seducing the sexy French Algerian antiques dealer that Carlisle’s been working his magic on. The no-nonsense DCI rips them a new one for their pointless bickering. Plot point, plot point, plot point, they blow the smuggling ring wide open, then knock back a pint at the local pub and patch up their friendship.
End credits roll over a scene of Lestrade and Carlisle relaxing together in a bubble bath.
/FIN