Endeavour2012

DI Fred Thursday:
[entering his office, followed by Morse] Don't let them get a rise.

DC Endeavour Morse:
[seriously] It's nothing.

DI Fred Thursday:
[sitting at his desk] Insubordination's what it is. By proxy. You're my bagman. I know what's going round the canteen. Job should've gone to a detective sergeant. Well, it didn't. It went to you. You're here on merit. Not that you'd know. You might have found time to run an iron. That shirt looks as though you slept in it.

[Morse adjusts the lower section of his jacket]

DI Fred Thursday:
[cleaning his pipe] First impressions Morse.

DC Endeavour Morse:
[straightening his tie] Right.