Endeavour

Endeavour



  3 nominations.
 
IMDB:
8.6
TV-14
Year:
2012
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DI Fred Thursday:
[as Bright is examining evidence Morse found] According to Morse, sir, this Lakme girl kills herself by eating leaves from the Datura plant. The same as was used to poison Grace Madison. Makes it two, sir.

Chief Superintendent Bright:
[after a pause] What makes two?

DI Fred Thursday:
Two deaths, sir, with a connection to opera. There was a phrase from... What is it?

DC Endeavour Morse:
Otello, sir. By Giuseppe Verdi.

DI Fred Thursday:
Chalked on the door of the goods wagon where we found Evelyn Balfour. "One kiss more". His last words, Morse says.

Chief Superintendent Bright:
You mean Shakespeare's Othello? The blackamoor?

DI Fred Thursday:
That's him sir, yes.

DC Endeavour Morse:
Evelyn Balfour was strangled, sir, like Desdemona, Othello's wife. There was a handkerchief stuffed in her mouth embroidered with the initial D.

Chief Superintendent Bright:
[gets up and walks across the room to his desk] I thought we had someone for the er... Balfour killing.

DI Fred Thursday:
All right, Morse. As you were.

[Morse leaves the room as Bright lights a cigarette]

Chief Superintendent Bright:
[not convinced by anything Morse said] Opera? Good God! A man would have to be some sort of raving lunatic to go to such lengths.

DI Fred Thursday:
[as Bright sits at his desk] If he is a lunatic sir, I'd have to say he's a very clever one. If you've no objection, I'd like to second Morse from General Duties for the duration.

Chief Superintendent Bright:
Is that necessary?

DI Fred Thursday:
Specialist knowledge sir - it comes with this sort of thing.

Chief Superintendent Bright:
Very well. But for the duration of the inquiry only. I don't want him getting ideas.

DI Fred Thursday:
That's kind of what I'm counting on.

[Bright gives Thursday an unconvinced look]

DI Fred Thursday:
Sir.

[Thursday leaves the room]

DS Peter Jakes:
[in one of the open station rooms] Usual time in the morning is it?

DI Fred Thursday:
[putting his coat on] No, you're all right. Morse can fetch me.

[to Morse]

DI Fred Thursday:
You're off General Duties till further notice. 8.15 sharp. All right.

[Thursday leaves the room, Jakes follows and switches off the light]

Dorothea Frazil:
[at the Police Station with Morse and Thursday] After you called, I spoke to my old editor, Sid Mears. He sent these.

[Frazil gives Morse a large envelope containing photos of a murder]

DC Endeavour Morse:
He knew the Miller case?

Dorothea Frazil:
[sits down and takes out a square-shaped base glass bottle] Perhaps. He remembered something similar around the end of '43. It stuck in his head.

[Frazil takes the glass top off the bottle and pours drinks for herself, Morse and Thursday]

Dorothea Frazil:
Only, the family name was Gull.

[Morse and Thursday examine the photos]

Dorothea Frazil:
They ran a coaching inn by Wolvercote. I say "they". It was just Mason Gull and his mother. Thing is, there was an American general billeted there. This was the build up to D-Day, don't forget. Anyway, this general had taken a bit of a shine to Mrs. Gull by all accounts, and that's what led to it.

[Thursday Frazil raise their glasses to each other]

Dorothea Frazil:
Sid and his photographer were amongst the first out to the inn and got those few snaps before the military police descended on the place and turfed them out. In the end, world came down from the War Office - at the very highest level - that the story was to be spiked.

DI Fred Thursday:
D-Day looming. "Dangerous talk costs lives", I suppose.

DC Endeavour Morse:
If his name was Gull, why would Doctor Cronyn know him as Keith Miller?

DI Fred Thursday:
Maybe they changed his name, buried him away in the country somewhere and forgot about him.

Dorothea Frazil:
In any event, Sid never came across a word on any subsequent committal or trial. The boy just disappeared.

[Morse and Thursday look at the photos again]

DC Endeavour Morse:
[looking at the evidence with Thursday, Jakes and Bright at the Police Station] He played a record. Tosca.

DS Peter Jakes:
[nodding] Tosca?

DC Endeavour Morse:
It's a penny dreadful of a plot. Filled with murder torture and suicide.

DS Peter Jakes:
Right up his street then.

DC Endeavour Morse:
At the climax, the heroine, Floria Tosca hurls herself from the battlements of the Castel Sant'Angelo.

Chief Superintendent Bright:
In summation then, apart from the method by which he means to dispose of this fifth and final victim, we know neither the where, the when nor the *whom* of it.

DS Peter Jakes:
If the killer's sticking to Morse's EGBDF pattern sir, it's got to be someone who's name begins with an F.

[Morse thinks for a moment, then realizes who the killer is]

DC Endeavour Morse:
It's Cronyn.

DS Peter Jakes:
What is?

DC Endeavour Morse:
[walking towards a blackboard, which has the names MASON GULL and KEITH MILLER? written in chalk on it] The murderer. It's Cronyn.

Chief Superintendent Bright:
[not convinced] I appreciate your work on this Morse, but I think you'll find...

DC Endeavour Morse:
Doctor Cronyn approached us, didn't he sir?

Chief Superintendent Bright:
Yes, but...

DC Endeavour Morse:
[confident] He's the one who's had us running around looking for this Keith Miller.

DI Fred Thursday:
[shocked] But Morse!

DC Endeavour Morse:
[confident] It's a joke sir. A blind. Keith Miller doesn't exist sir.

[Morse writes I'M THE KILLER on the blackboard]

DC Endeavour Morse:
[confident] Rearrange the letters of his name and you get... "I'm the killer". He's been toying us us, right from the beginning. Posing as Doctor Cronyn.

[flashbacks of Doctor Cronyn are seen]

Chief Superintendent Bright:
So who is he really?

DC Endeavour Morse:
[pointing to the other name on the blackboard] Mason Gull, sir.

Chief Superintendent Bright:
[impressed] Good grief!

DI Fred Thursday:
[confident] Then who's body did we find in Cronyn's consulting rooms?

DS Peter Jakes:
[entering a room in Mason Gull's house] He's been here.

DC Endeavour Morse:
Yeah of course he has. This has been his bolt hole.

DI Fred Thursday:
[picks up a picture] Doctor Cronyn, I presume. The *real* Daniel Cronyn.

[Morse, Jakes and Thursday enter an upstairs room and see the drugs and surgical instruments neatly arranged on the tables]

DC Endeavour Morse:
He's kept him drugged on morphine. [Morse looks towards the windows] Far enough out so that nobody could hear his screams.

DS Peter Jakes:
Why not just kill him straightaway?

DC Endeavour Morse:
Because the body at the consulting rooms had to be fresh.

DI Fred Thursday:
[reading a document] The murder of Mrs. Gull was investigated by Detective Inspector Foxley of Oxford City Police. Two witnesses appeared for the prosecution - slaughterman Benjamin Nimmo, who dropped by the inn for a pint of ale and found the body of Mrs. Gull, and barmaid Gertrude Tate, who was there with her eight-year-old daughter Evelyn.

DS Peter Jakes:
What's the odds Mr. Balfour will confirm his wife's maiden name was Tate?

DI Fred Thursday:
[reads another document as Morse looks at a flyer detailing Philip Madison's recital] The case was heard by His Honour Mr. Justice Madison. Gull's been killing anyone connected with the trial.

DC Endeavour Morse:
He's going after Faye Madison. Now. F for Faye. She's the fifth victim. We need to get officers down to Alfredus College at once. That's why Gull played me Tosca over the telephone. Alfredus College is home to The Oxford Scholars Choral Association. The choir I sing with.

DS Peter Jakes:
So where does Tosca come in?

DC Endeavour Morse:
The Oxford Scholars Choral Association. We sometimes refer to it by acronym - TOSCA.

PC Jim Strange:
[untying Faye in a loft] Don't worry Ms. Madison. You're safe now.

DC Endeavour Morse:
[entering the loft] Where's Cronyn?

Faye Madison:
He told me not worry and went off.

DS Peter Jakes:
[appearing at the top of the ladder] You got her? She all right?

PC Jim Strange:
No harm.

DS Peter Jakes:
[looking around] Where's Inspector Thursday?

DC Endeavour Morse:
[realizing] Scarpia.

PC Jim Strange:
Morse?

DC Endeavour Morse:
[realizing] Oh... Ms. Madison isn't the final victim. This isn't Cronyn's plan. I've made a mistake.

DS Peter Jakes:
F! F for Faye, though!

DC Endeavour Morse:
It's not Faye. It's Fred. Fred Thursday.

[Thursday stands on one of the quad rooftops and Cronyn/Gull appears behind him]

Dr. Daniel Cronyn:
Well, here's a how'd you do?

DI Fred Thursday:
[seriously] Where is she?

Dr. Daniel Cronyn:
Oh quite safe. The proverbial sprat, and you the mackerel. How else do you imagine I got you up here. When it comes to a damsel in distress the boys in blue can always by relied upon to act predictably.

[Philip plays his recital on a piano in the main hall as Morse access a rooftop and edges his way along a narrow ledge to get to the roof Thursday and Cronyn/Gull are on]

DI Fred Thursday:
I thought it was Tosca goes off the roof?

Dr. Daniel Cronyn:
In Act Three yes, but it's Act Two I've always had in mind. The death of Scarpia - the corrupt and venal Chief of Police - at Tosca's hand. [Cronyn/Gull takes out a knife] I'm afraid that parts are already cast. I've got nothing against you personally. You simply stand in place of the Detective Inspector whose lie's put me away.

DI Fred Thursday:
[realizing] Foxley.

Dr. Daniel Cronyn:
It should've been him up here with me today. But he died while I was... away.

DI Fred Thursday:
[prepared] Well, what are you waiting for.

Dr. Daniel Cronyn:
An audience. What else?

DI Fred Thursday:
Where does Morse fit into all this? Got to be about more than torment. You could've killed him at the Bodleian. Why didn't you?

Dr. Daniel Cronyn:
Beethoven had his Schindler. Haydn his Griesinger. Every great artist needs a biographer. Someone to bear witness to his greatness and set it down for posterity. How does it feel... to be my crowning achievement? Five's a good number, don't you think? Nice and simple. Count 'em on one hand.

DI Fred Thursday:
You're going to keep this up, I wouldn't mind a draw on my pipe if it's all the same.

Dr. Daniel Cronyn:
[as Thursday takes out his pipe] In lieu of a heart breakfast. By all means.

[Philip Madison continues playing his recital as Morse climbs onto the roof that Thursday and Cronyn/Gull are on]

DI Fred Thursday:
[lights his pipe and speaks with no fear] I've looked into the eyes of far worse than you. People who've committed *real* atrocities. And they were sane. Next to them, you're nothing more than a third-rate freak show! A bearded lady with glue running down her chin.

Dr. Daniel Cronyn:
[firmly] You won't goad me into recklessness Thursday. I'm serene. And I'll be remembered.

DI Fred Thursday:
[as Morse reaches the section of the rooftop where Thursday and Cronyn/Gull are] A year or two. May be five. Comes to the annals of crime, you're nothing more than a footnote.

Dr. Daniel Cronyn:
That's where you're wrong. Ten years - less, maybe - they'll certify me cured. I fooled them once. I can do it again.

DI Fred Thursday:
[as Morse approaches] Timely, Morse. Timely. Watch your footing there, it's a bit slippy.

Dr. Daniel Cronyn:
[tense] Here comes Spoletta! Right on cue! La commedia e finita!

[In English:
"Comedy and over!"]

Dr. Daniel Cronyn:
[to Morse] Scarpia dies, you arrest me. That's how this ends.

DC Endeavour Morse:
Not if I rewrite it!

Dr. Daniel Cronyn:
Then you'd better be quick!

[Cronyn/Gull lunges at Thursday, who blocks his attack and Morse pushes Cronyn/Gull over, who pulls Thursday and Morse with him as Philip finishes his recital to an applauding audience. Thursday arrests Cronyn/Gull as other officers arrive on the rooftop]

Chief Superintendent Bright:
[walking through the scene of the crime with DI Thursday] No wallet you say? Robbery then.

DI Fred Thursday:
Possibly, sir.

Chief Superintendent Bright:
In any event, I think it best Sergeant Jakes assume management of the incident room for the duration.

DI Fred Thursday:
DC Morse is my bagman, sir.

Chief Superintendent Bright:
Morse may remain as your driver and aide de camp, but a case such as this requires an office of experience or senior rank to coordinate the inquiry. [sees Morse examining a bicycle next to wall] You're giving primary consideration to this bicycle, I take it? Quite right.

DI Fred Thursday:
Sir.

Chief Superintendent Bright:
I recall a not dissimilar case in Freetown. The usual mammy-palaver. But the killer left his bicycle at the scene. You should be able to trace its owner from the frame number.

DC Endeavour Morse:
Really? In Oxford?

[Bright looks at Morse and Thursday quickly speaks up]

DI Fred Thursday:
What Morse means to say, sir, is that there's probably more cycles hereabouts than anywhere in the country. Bikes get lost, borrowed... stolen. Right?

DC Endeavour Morse:
Yes, sir. But if the registered owner isn't left-handed, then he's probably not our man.

Chief Superintendent Bright:
Left-handed?

DI Fred Thursday:
As you'd have noticed, given the opportunity to examine it yourself, the front and rear brakes cables have been swapped over.

DC Endeavour Morse:
He'll also be an older man, and of limited means, possibly.

DS Peter Jakes:
[almost jokingly] How did you get to that, then?

DC Endeavour Morse:
Well, the bike's ancient. But well maintained. Which points to the thrift, I'd have thought. Taken together with evidence of absentmindedness...

Chief Superintendent Bright:
What evidence?

DC Endeavour Morse:
He sometimes forgets to wear his bicycle clip, sir. There are scraps of material torn from his trousers in the gears. One a cavalry twill, the other's a linen. Both black. He wears a subfusc as a matter of habit.

Chief Superintendent Bright:
[impatient] A don, then? Hm?

DC Endeavour Morse:
Perhaps, sir. But I think, given the limited means, we are looking for a man of the cloth.

DS Peter Jakes:
[almost laughing] A vicar shooting somebody in a lav?

Chief Superintendent Bright:
I hope you'll eliminate known criminals from your inquiries first, Thursday, before troubling any clergymen, what. Really Constable Morse, you should be on the halls.

DI Fred Thursday:
[after catching Morse questioning Pamela, who is then arrested] Don't you ever stop? What's the matter with you? You've been returned to general duties. What are you about, coming round here?

DC Endeavour Morse:
I think Pamela was having an affair with her brother-in-law.

DI Fred Thursday:
[surprised] You do? Then I'm obliged. I was just going to question her in order to keep Mr. Bright happy. I couldn't think of a motive until now.

DC Endeavour Morse:
What motive?

DI Fred Thursday:
Crime of passion. Never mind it was her brother-in-law she was carrying on with.

DC Endeavour Morse:
[seriously] Well, by that token you should be talking to Mrs. Cartwright. If you're looking for a motive, why not speak to her? Jealousy.

DI Fred Thursday:
[seriously] She doesn't have a conviction for assault and a history of mental instability.

[short pause]

DC Endeavour Morse:
When you search the flat, you're going to find a gun and some ammunition.

DI Fred Thursday:
[seriously] I will, will I? What's that? Sir Edmund's missing revolver?

DC Endeavour Morse:
I'd have thought so.

DI Fred Thursday:
[seriously] And just when were you thinking of mentioning that exactly if I'd have come round?

DC Endeavour Morse:
I need to tell you...

DI Fred Thursday:
[dangerously] Not this time. I don't want to hear it. I'm warning you Morse, for your own sake, stay out of this case. I mean it.

[Morse tries to speak but Thursday silences him]

DI Fred Thursday:
[dangerously] You come within a mile, I'll see you out of the nick so fast your feet won't touch the floor.

Chief Superintendent Bright:
[entering the church with DI Thursday and DS Jakes] Perhaps you'd care to explain just what it is you're doing here.

DC Endeavour Morse:
I think I know who killed Cartwright and Monkford, sir.

DI Fred Thursday:
[seriously] Think or know?

DC Endeavour Morse:
[confident] Know.

Chief Superintendent Bright:
[not convinced at all] What's this? More threadbare legerdemain?

DI Fred Thursday:
[partly convinced that Morse is on to something] Might as well hear him out sir.

Chief Superintendent Bright:
But we're about to charge Pamela Walters, aren't we?

DC Endeavour Morse:
[flashbacks show what Morse explains] Every Friday, Dr. Cartwright went to the East Cowley post office and had a postal order made out to the sum of 10 shillings. Every Monday, that order was cashed by Pamela Sloan.

Chief Superintendent Bright:
Why would it matter if he was sending money to his sister-in-law?

DC Endeavour Morse:
Three years ago, Pamela Sloan attempted suicide. Frank Cartwright had been keeping an eye on her, since she moved to London. He found her in the nick of time. His own marriage failing, Cartwright understood Pamela's desperation all too well. Two lonely people in a big city far from home, they looked to one another for companionship, and comfort.

DI Fred Thursday:
[believing Morse] He got her pregnant.

DC Endeavour Morse:
I spoke to the National Registry first thing. There was a man called Gerald Walters who worked at ICI and he did die in a car crash but there was no whirlwind romance with Pamela Sloan. No marriage. For two years, they kept their affair secret. Pamela passed herself off as a young widow and collected Cartwright's weekly postal order. Eventually, someone realised Dr. Cartwright was sending money to a woman who was not his wife. They fired a shot into the dark and hit the bull's-eye. The sender threatened to reveal what he knew to Cartwright's wife and sought to turn it to their own advantage. Cartwright paid off the extortioner with a regular delivery of amphetamines.

Chief Superintendent Bright:
And the Reverend Monkford? How do you explain his involvement?

DC Endeavour Morse:
He came upon Dr. Cartwright's killer at the scene. Unfortunately, the murderer also recognised the Reverend Monkford.

Chief Superintendent Bright:
[not convinced] You might find this compelling, Thursday, but so far it seems to me nothing but surmise and rank flummery. If he knew who the killer was, why didn't he just come forward?

DC Endeavour Morse:
And explain what he was doing cycling to a public convenience miles from his parish at 10 o'clock on a Summer's evening?

Chief Superintendent Bright:
[not convinced] You can prove none of it.

DC Endeavour Morse:
Actually, sir, I believe I can.

Chief Superintendent Bright:
[not convinced] What are you going to do? Produce some eye witness from thin air?

DC Endeavour Morse:
As a matter of fact, sir, we do have a witness. The Reverend Monkford.

DS Peter Jakes:
[almost jokingly] Shall I send back to the station for a Ouiji board?

DI Fred Thursday:
[knowing Jakes' intention] All right Jakes.

DC Endeavour Morse:
He's left us a message. It's been staring us in the face all along.

Chief Superintendent Bright:
What message?

[Morse points at the Hymn board, which has the numbers 74, 17, 18 and 19 on it]

Chief Superintendent Bright:
Hymn numbers?

DC Endeavour Morse:
Actually, sir, that's the last thing they are. The first time I saw it, I thought it odd to have 17, 18 and 19 following on like that. The last time I saw Monkford, he hinted to leave a message. Something that might speak for him. Even if he wrote down what he knew and hid it somewhere, it might be found. And someone did search the vicarage the night he was killed looking for exactly that. Fearful for his life and afraid the truth would die with him, Monkford concealed the killer's identity in the hymn numbers.

Chief Superintendent Bright:
Concealed?

DC Endeavour Morse:
I've since found out that Monkford worked on ciphers during the war.

DI Fred Thursday:
You're saying these hymn numbers are some sort of code?

DC Endeavour Morse:
Exactly, sir. Only, I couldn't find the key until now. Actually, it was Strange who hit upon the answer.

[Strange looks surprised but says nothing]

DC Endeavour Morse:
Before taking the cloth, the Reverend Monkford read Chemistry at Beaufort College. You'll find a copy of the Periodic Table hanging in his home.

DI Fred Thursday:
Isn't that a list of the elements, Hydrogen, Carbon, Helium?

Chief Superintendent Bright:
Yes, yes of course.

DC Endeavour Morse:
Strange, there's a blackboard there. Could you...? [Strange gets the board] Each element is assigned a symbol: Typically an abbreviation of its name together with a unique one or two-digit atomic number. Can you write these down as I call then off? [Strange cleans the board and writes the elements on the board as Morse calls them out] So, 74 gives us Tungsten. 17, Chlorine. 18, Argon. 19, Potassium. The elements spell out a name.

Chief Superintendent Bright:
[looking at the first letters of the elements] T.C.A.P Tucap?

DC Endeavour Morse:
No, not quite, sir, but you're on the right lines.

[Morse walks over to the blackboard and Strange gives him the chalk]

DC Endeavour Morse:
Um, the chemical symbol for Tungsten isn't Tu as you might expect. It's W from the German Wolframite. And Potassium isn't P as you might expect but K after the Latin Kalium. Taken together they're Tungsten...

[close-ups of these four elements and their chemical symbols in the Periodic Table are seen as Morse writes the chemical symbol W]

DC Endeavour Morse:
...Chorine...

[Morse writes the chemical symbol CL on the blackboard]

DC Endeavour Morse:
...Argon...

[Morse writes the chemical symbol AR on the blackboard]

DC Endeavour Morse:
...and Potassium.

[Morse writes the chemical symbol K on the blackboard]

DC Endeavour Morse:
W-C-L-A-R-K. Wallace Clark.

[flashbacks of Wallace Clark committing the murders are seen with close-ups of the Periodic Table]

Chief Superintendent Bright:
[almost speechless] Good grief.

DI Fred Thursday:
Derek's father.

Chief Superintendent Bright:
But there's nothing to say he even knew the vicar.

DC Endeavour Morse:
Ivy Clark, sir. Wallace's wife is buried in the churchyard. [Ivy's Clark's tombstone is seen] The next plot but one to Lady Daphne Sloan. Reverend Monkford performed the service.

PC Jim Strange:
[laughs] Bloody hell, matey. That's...

DI Fred Thursday:
[stunned and impressed] Elementary.


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