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DS Endeavour Morse : [secretly meeting Singleton] What's all this - bringing me up to London?
Singleton : [offering a feasible, but untrue, explanation] Two old friends, going to a concert...
DS Endeavour Morse : But we're not old friends!
Singleton : And we're not going to a concert.
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DS Endeavour Morse : Just what is it that you do here? I'm curious.
Sebastian Fenix : A fatal flaw in cats, Mr. Morse.
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Sebastian Fenix : Life is not a paperback, Mr. Morse. For a policeman with an over-developed sense of right and wrong, it's a bad film with an unhappy ending. One in which the villain gets the girl, the money and the world entire.
DS Endeavour Morse : And the hero?
Sebastian Fenix : There's your mistake. Conscience is a negotiable commodity. There are no heroes. No white hats. No black hats. Just shades of green. Money. That's the true universal panacea. Good for anything that ails you.
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DS Endeavour Morse : [after Thursday has deliberately covered up Mrs. Dozier's killing of her husband] Why would you do that? You're not God.
DCI Fred Thursday : God was out. He left me in charge.
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DCI Fred Thursday : [speculating on WPC Trewlove's future] A woman in CID. Imagine that!
DS Endeavour Morse : [dryly] Imagine.
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DCI Fred Thursday : [discussing his impending retirement] I've had my go. It's your turn now.
DS Endeavour Morse : I'm not ready.
DCI Fred Thursday : You were always ready. You just needed someone to tell you.
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DS Endeavour Morse : You've 30 seconds to tell me who you are and what you want, or else I'm leaving.
Singleton : We're Wardens in Ordinary attached to St Peter ad Vincula.
DS Endeavour Morse : St Peter in Chains? That's a chapel at the Tower. Thomas More is buried there.
Louis : Oh, yes. Thomas Cromwell. Anne Boleyn. Lady Jane Grey. The lopped heads of old England. Traitors all.
Singleton : If you know that much, you know it's a Royal Peculiar. Please.
DS Endeavour Morse : So you answer only to the Crown.
Singleton : That's right.
DS Endeavour Morse : So what do you want?
Singleton : To help. What else?
DS Endeavour Morse : With what?
Singleton : Pfuscher.
DS Endeavour Morse : And what's in it for you?
Louis : You should take a look at Sebastian Fenix.
DS Endeavour Morse : The perfumier?
Louis : The world-famous multi-millionaire perfumier, playboy and philanthropist.
DS Endeavour Morse : Why don't you take a look at him?
Louis : You're the policeman. Every game must be played according to its rules.
DS Endeavour Morse : Is what happened to Pfuscher in some way connected to Fenix?
Singleton : He acted as interpreter to Fenix for a while. Fenix has a factory, north of Oxford. We'd be very interested in anything you might pick up.
Louis : Particularly anything being made in Laboratory 4.
DS Endeavour Morse : Why don't *you* take a look?
Louis : Do you love your country?
DS Endeavour Morse : Do you still beat your wife?
Singleton : We're on the side of the angels. Quite literally.
DS Endeavour Morse : I'm not a spy.
Louis : Neither are we.
DS Endeavour Morse : Then, what are you?
Louis : Keepers of the secret flame. Guardians of the realm. Britain's last line of defence.
DS Endeavour Morse : So, why me?
Singleton : You're a policeman. You can legitimately look into matters beyond our sphere of influence.
DS Endeavour Morse : And you can just as legitimately wipe your hands of it if anything goes wrong.
Louis : Something like that.
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Dorothea Frazil : Isn't your girl a photographer?
DS Endeavour Morse : Hm.
Dorothea Frazil : She asked me to sign a book for her. Seems nice.
DS Endeavour Morse : Which book?
Dorothea Frazil : My time in Korea. Which I can only say shows excellent taste and discernment.
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Claudine : It's pretty.
DS Endeavour Morse : Prettier in summer. Sun's gone already. The year's turned. Pretty soon it will be bonfires and hoar frost. Mist'll rise... Winter's on its way.
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Dorothea Frazil : [after being officially prohibited from reporting on the case] A D-notice? Haven't had one of those since the war. What's it all about?
DS Endeavour Morse : Your guess is as good as mine.
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DS Endeavour Morse : [after Millie has rescued him from a stranger's attempt to strangle him in the Sebastopol Terrace house] What is this place? Who lives here?
Millie Bagshot : Nobody. It's a safe house.
DS Endeavour Morse : [fingering his bruised neck] You could have fooled me.
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Chief Superintendent Reginald Bright : Special Branch came in the early hours. Whatever it is, it's out of our hands. Perhaps it's for the best.
DS Endeavour Morse : [angry] Best for whom?
DCI Fred Thursday : All right, Morse.
Chief Superintendent Reginald Bright : I don't care for it any more than you - but such are our orders and it behoves us to follow them. All of us.
DS Endeavour Morse : Two men are murdered on our ground and that's it?
DCI Fred Thursday : [with finality] That's it.
DS Endeavour Morse : And what about the little boy?
DCI Fred Thursday : Go home. It's Sunday.
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Joan Thursday : Didn't need to walk me back you know.
DS Endeavour Morse : Old habits.
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Joan Thursday : You shouldn't drink on an empty stomach.
DS Endeavour Morse : That's exactly when you should drink.
Joan Thursday : Drown your sorrows?
DS Endeavour Morse : Just marinate them a little. That's what they're for isn't it? Sorrows.
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DS Endeavour Morse : Professor Richmond?
Prof Alexander Richmond : [he can't quite place him] Yes... er... it's...?
DS Endeavour Morse : Morse.
Prof Alexander Richmond : [remembering] Of course. Good heavens! Didn't you partner me at the Traveller's once?
DS Endeavour Morse : Once, yes.
Prof Alexander Richmond : Not a bad dummy. Lost the grand slam in the final rubber, I remember. The bid was four no trumps and you answered aces - wasn't it?
DS Endeavour Morse : I couldn't say.
Prof Alexander Richmond : Your mistake, you see. Four no trumps is not always Blackwood. Well, this is a pleasant surprise. Sherry?
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DS Endeavour Morse : [finding Claudine "tidying up"] Bit late for spring-cleaning, isn't it?
Claudine : [actually about to pack before leaving] Well, you don't have to be a policeman all the time. Sometimes things are just what they look like.