Endeavour Page #2
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- 2012
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He's in carpets.
Traveling.
We're not together any more.
You're close to your sister,
Mrs. Veelie?
Not really.
All this fuss.
It'll just be some stunt.
Attention seeking.
What makes you say that?
'Cause she's always
been the same.
When Mum was alive,
she spoiled her rotten.
Dad, too.
Whatever she wanted.
Their blue-eyed girl.
Silly little cow.
It's definitely why
the police were here.
Nobody has seen her.
Do you think she knows
something?
Don't know, does she?
How would she know?
Extension two-double-five.
Yes, I'll hold.
Morning.
AVG, aye.
What you got there, then?
Mary Tremlett's poetry books.
Well, what's all that about?
Well, don't know yet.
Nothing, probably.
Bloody hell've you been?
Got a suicide in Thrupp.
Unidentified male.
You're on.
How am meant to get there?
Want me to wipe your ares
for you and all?
Use your initiative.
Morning.
Not for this poor sod.
You are whom?
Morse.
Detective Constable.
On attachment from Newtown.
You're the pathologist,
presume?
Better hope so, hadn't you?
Otherwise I'm making one hell of
a mess of your scene of crime.
Max DeBryn.
Is it a scene of crime?
Initial reports
suggested suicide.
Looks to be.
Single entry wound
on the right temple.
Typical starburst
gunpowder pattern
on the skin
surrounding the wound
together with contact scorching
would suggest the weapon
was discharged
As you can see.
I'll take your word for it.
Squeamish, are we?
You won't make
much of a detective
if you're not prepared
to look death in the eye.
Find me when you're done.
Finished?
The hors d'oeuvres.
Entree this afternoon,
3:
00 sharp.You can give me your findings
over the telephone, can't you?
You know, there's a word
for people like you, Morse.
Is there?
Necrophobic.
A word for people
like you too, imagine.
Anglo-Saxon, though,
rather than Greek.
Weapon's a Webley.
Mark VI, if you're interested.
.455,
standard army issue.
Not entirely a fool, then.
Not entirely.
Time of death?
Yesterday.
Between 8:
00 and midnight.Beside his gray matter
upon the greensward?
Was thinking
more of a note.
Not that I've come across.
at his lodgings.
This was in his pocket.
Miles Percival.
Address is in Jericho.
Don't suppose there's
any chance of a lift?
Detective Constable Morse,
Oxford City Police.
Mister...
Lomax.
Brian Lomax.
Would be right in thinking
When?
Mean, where?
Last night.
His body was found down by the
river at Thrupp this morning.
You known him long?
Two years.
We sang together
in the choir for a bit.
When did you see him last?
Yesterday, at college.
How did he seem?
Anything worrying him?
No.
What about recently?
Anything out of the ordinary?
Money problems?
College?
Girl trouble?
Nothing he told me about.
You're Australian, Mr. Lomax.
That's right.
From where?
Sydney
So you weren't concerned that
he didn't come home last night?
Was in The Bird till closing.
When got back, thought
Did you know he owned a gun?
His grandfather's.
I'll need to speak to his tutor.
Sure.
He teaches over at Lonsdale.
Morse?
Morse!
Good God.
Hello, Alex.
Don't believe it.
What the hell
are you doing here?
I'm looking for a colleague
of yours... Dr. Stromming.
What's your business with him?
Police business.
I'm a policeman.
Police?
The last heard, you'd run off
to join the Foreign Legion.
What happened? Didn't take?
It was the Royal Signals.
But no, it didn't take.
You're still...
Climbing the ladder of academe?
Oh, yes.
All the way to the topmost rung.
Master one day, suppose.
You always were ambitious.
Well, genius does what it must.
Walk with me.
I'm late for lunch.
Can't,...
Oh, you won't find
Stromming in today.
Home, probably.
Porter'll give you the address.
One must marry well, you see.
More than the half of it here
if you want to get on.
You taken the plunge?
Not yet.
No.
What was the name of
that girl we were keen on?
Lived on St. John Street.
Wendy, was it?
Susan.
She preferred "Susan. "
Did She?
Did She?
And you to me, as recall.
Still, all's fair.
Well, oughtn't keep you
from your...
But good to see you, Morse.
Very good.
A word of advice,
as an old friend.
Whatever it is you're about
in College, mind how you go.
They won't take kindly
to an interloper.
Particularly one of their own.
I'm not sure was ever that.
No.
Well, dig me out.
We'll have supper.
Proper catch-up.
Good afternoon,
I'm looking for Dr. Stromming.
I'm sorry.
He's out at present.
Is it college business?
In a manner of speaking.
Do you have any idea
what time he'll be back?
No, I'm afraid not.
May take a message?
Probably best if speak
to him directly.
See.
Well...
Yes.
I'll, uh...
Sorry to have troubled you.
Not at all.
Forgive me, but it is
Miss Calloway, isn't it?
Miss Rosalind Calloway.
It was.
It's Mrs. Stromming now.
Ah.
Well, I've...
can't say all,
but I've very many of your
recordings, certainly.
Good heavens.
Yeah, your Butterfly in '54.
If had to save one disc on my
desert island from the waves,
that would...
You are very kind.
Look, I'm sure Rowan
won't be long.
Would you, um...
Would you care to wait?
You don't miss it, performing?
Not for a moment.
You see, got Rowan, my husband.
It seemed like more
than a fair exchange.
The one didn't preclude
the other, surely?
Not for Rowan's part.
But on mine,
it's not the kind of marriage
that wanted...
touring, oceans apart.
Forsaking all others,
certainly.
But music?
No, still have music.
Help out with the college
choir Wednesdays and Saturdays.
And, oh, I've agreed to appear
in a charity gala
at the New next Monday.
To be honest, think I'm
possibly more nervous about this
than any other performance
have ever given.
All gone, I'm told.
Oh, of course.
Rowan, this is Mister...
Morse.
He's come to talk with you.
College business.
Yes, yes, of course.
Are you sure
you won't have one?
No, thank you.
Please.
So, what can do for you,
Mr. Morse?
Actually, Doctor,
it's Detective Constable Morse.
Oxford City Police.
I'm here about
a student of yours.
Miles Percival.
Oh, yes?
I'm sorry to have
to tell you, sir,
but I'm afraid he was
found dead this morning.
Dead?
Oh, my God.
Well, how awful.
What was it?
A car accident or something?
Have you any idea
why he may wish
to take his own life?
None.
His work had fallen off
quite badly of late.
Missed tutorials, drinking.
There was some talk of him
being rusticated.
But I'd no idea he was
in that kind of...
My God.
The poor boy.
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