Endeavour2012

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.