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DI Fred Thursday : [to Morse] One day I'll send you out for a routine inquiry and it'll turn out to be just that. But I won't hold my breath. You'd find something suspicious in a saint's sock drawer.
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DC Endeavour Morse : How do you do it? Leave it at the front door?
DI Fred Thursday : Cos I have to. Case like this'll tear the heart right out of a man. Find something worth defending.
DC Endeavour Morse : I thought I had... found something.
DI Fred Thursday : Music? I suppose music is as good as anything. Go home, put your best record on... loud as it'll play... and with every note, you remember... that's something that the darkness couldn't take from you.
[Thursday walks off. Morse looks emotionally at the Oxford skyline and then leaves the rooftop]
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Dr. Max DeBryn : Pending toxicological results, I consulted a colleague from the Botanic Gardens. He identified the leaves in the teapot as having come from Datura stramonium.
DC Endeavour Morse : Datura?
Dr. Max DeBryn : [taking out a large book and opening it] A weed. Also known as the Thorn Apple or Devil's Snare.
DI Fred Thursday : Poisonous?
Dr. Max DeBryn : Oh highly toxic. The seed pods in particular. I took the liberty...
[Dr. DeBryn turns the book around and shows Morse and Thursday a picture of the Datura]
Dr. Max DeBryn : Been used for centuries by the Indians and Chinese as a treatment for Asthma. But the line between a medicinal and a lethal dose is very thin indeed. Contains atropine and scopolamine.
DI Fred Thursday : The "truth" drug?
Dr. Max DeBryn : That's right. Taken in an overdose, symptoms include severe hallucinations, seizures, all leading step by jolly step to blindness, coma and an eventual "how do you do" from St. Peter. If one goes in for that sort of thing.
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Joan Thursday : [to Morse] What happened to you, then?
DI Fred Thursday : Not at tea, Joan, thank you.
Joan Thursday : I was only asking.
DI Fred Thursday : I know what you were only. There's one rule in this house...
Sam Thursday : Where do we leave work?
Joan Thursday : [sarcastically] On the hall stand, by the front door.
DI Fred Thursday : Right.
Joan Thursday : Hmph. What can we talk about, then? The weather?
Sam Thursday : Yeah, "weather" you're too big for a spanking.
Joan Thursday : I'd like to see you try.
Sam Thursday : You wait till I'm back from the army.
DI Fred Thursday : Word of advice, Morse: don't have children; they make you old before your time.
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DI Fred Thursday : [in a car with Morse, who's driving] What do you make to it? Mrs. Madison. Money?
DC Endeavour Morse : With only a niece and nephew living, I'd expect they stand to inherit.
DI Fred Thursday : What about your Mr. Nimmo?
DC Endeavour Morse : No-one's seen him around his flat. But a neighbor said he had music blaring till all hours. Opera, by the sound of it. The entire lease of his lodgings is conducted through a solicitor. They're running down a cheque. Should be able to get a more reliable address from his bank.
DI Fred Thursday : A weed, Dr. DeBryn said. Not likely to be something she'd have been cultivating, is it?
DC Endeavour Morse : I wouldn't have thought so. There's something about the Datura I can't quite put my finger on.
DI Fred Thursday : Well at least the Balfour case looks like it's going to run to form.
DC Endeavour Morse : The builder? Has he confessed?
DI Fred Thursday : Not yet. I'm letting him sweat for the minute. I'll have another go after lunch. Speaking of which...
[Thursday takes out his wrapped sandwiches]
DI Fred Thursday : [interested] Now, let's see. What have I got to look forward to?
DC Endeavour Morse : [as Thursday sniffs his sandwiches] Luncheon meat.
DI Fred Thursday : [slightly annoyed] Remind me never to spend Christmas at your house.
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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]
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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 whose body did we find in Cronyn's consulting rooms?
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DI Fred Thursday : [about the killer] He's just trying to get us rattled.
DC Endeavour Morse : It's working.
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DC Endeavour Morse : [in Ben Nimmo's cellar, Morse and Thursday find a new wall and hear music playing] It's from "Aida", sir. Radames's final aria - just before he's entombed alive.
DI Fred Thursday : [after a pause, an awful realization] Cement-mixer in the yard, wasn't there?
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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]
DC Endeavour Morse : 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.
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Chief Superintendent Bright : [as Cronyn/Gull is handed over to the other officers] All under control Thursday?
DI Fred Thursday : [straightening his hat] More or less sir, yes.
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Dr. Daniel Cronyn : [as Thursday takes out his pipe] In lieu of a hearty 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. Maybe 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: "The comedy is 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]
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Chief Superintendent Bright : [after Ben Nimmo's corpse has been found] Bad ju-ju, Thursday.
DI Fred Thursday : Yes, sir.
Chief Superintendent Bright : See you get to the bottom of it - and quick. Morse, I'm relying on you to make yourself useful.
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DI Fred Thursday : [putting on his coat whilst reading the anonymous clue] "Near by Libra Idol"?
DS Peter Jakes : Libra is the scales, sir. Justice maybe? The idol could be a statue by the Law Courts.
DI Fred Thursday : [to Morse] Think you can crack it?
DC Endeavour Morse : I can try.
DS Peter Jakes : [not convinced] *Try*? You need to do more than *try*.
DI Fred Thursday : [seriously] All right, Jakes. That'll do.
DS Peter Jakes : [protesting] Meant to be the expert, isn't he? Laughing-boy's pin-up...
DI Fred Thursday : [more seriously] I said, that'll do.
DS Peter Jakes : I'm thinking of the kiddie, sir.
DI Fred Thursday : [seriously] Us turning on each other's going to help find her is it? Exactly what he wants.
DS Peter Jakes : [hinting offensive joking] It's *Morse* these messages are meant for, sir. We all know that. He's seen his picture in the paper. One bloody misfit talking to another...
DI Fred Thursday : [firmly] About your business, Sergeant!
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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 and 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]
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PC Jim Strange : [untying Faye in a loft] Don't worry, Miss 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... Miss 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]
Dr. Daniel Cronyn : I'm afraid the parts are already cast. I've got nothing against you personally. You simply stand in place of the detective inspector whose lies 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.
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DI Fred Thursday : Don't argue. You're no good to me dead on your feet.
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DC Endeavour Morse : [realizing the connection after Dr. Cronyn's body is found] It's wasn't Debbie, it was Daniel. Daniel Cronyn. EGBD.
DI Fred Thursday : Then we need to find whoever F is before the killer does.
