Endeavour2012

DI Fred Thursday:
Funny, it will be twenty-eight years tomorrow since I joined the job. Twenty-eight years to the day, except in the war, of course. All this with the merger put me out of sorts, got me thinking less ahead than behind. I forgot for a minute, it's not about me. It's about them who turn to us for help in time of need: weak, defenseless, old young - especially the young.

DC Endeavour Morse:
Does that mean you've reconsidered?

DI Fred Thursday:
Win would never put up with me under her feet all day. Nah, I was born a copper... and I'll die one I expect.

DC Endeavour Morse:
Ensanguining the skies, how heavily it dies, into the West, away, past touch and sight and sound, not further to be found. How hopeless underground, falls the remorseful day.

DI Fred Thursday:
You know there's no cavalry coming, still time. I won't think the less.

DC Endeavour Morse:
[Shakes head]

DI Fred Thursday:
Till the end then?

DC Endeavour Morse:
Till the end.