Endeavour Page #6

one's memories, they...

Well, um...

Well, let's see.

My abiding impression of her

is someone soft.

The scent of her hair.

Tenderness.

I'd better be getting home.

Thank you for the...

No, thank you for...

well, just thank you.

Good night, then.

Good night.

Please don't tell my dad.

Please?

Won't.

He'd kill me if he found out.

Won't say anything, promise.

Where were you, Jenny?

Mary introduced me

to this man she knew.

He had these parties.

Big house at Wolvercote.

We thought at first

it would be a giggle.

But it wasn't.

And last Saturday,

Mary was there?

There was a few of us went.

Me, Val.

Mary left early, though.

Around 7:
00.

There was a row over it.

He didn't want her to go.

Who? Who didn't?

Who threw these parties?

Once you get in it,

you've got the leather seats

and the walnut dash.

She's a real beauty.

Oh, hello.

Changed your mind

about the car?

You're aware of

the age of consent

in this country,

are you, Mr. Samuels?

How the law stands

in relation to procuring, say?

Len, could you see

to this lady and

gentleman for me?

Please, sir, madam!

That's a bloody good sale

you've just cost me there.

Well, hope by the time

I'm finished,

I'll have cost you

a great deal more.

Mary Tremlett

was a regular attendee

at your parties.

Along with several other girls

from Cowley Road School.

Now, want

the names and addresses

of the men you pimped them to.

Listen, sonny Jim,

you want to watch your mouth.

Don't know

who you think you are

coming in here

with talk like that,

but won't have it.

I'm a respectable member

of the business community,

and I'll be treated as such,

or you will find yourself

back on point duty quick as.

Now get out of my office

before have someone

break your legs,

you little bastard.

Go on, get.

You went to see Teddy Samuels.

Yes, he's...

He's running parties

out of some big pile

by Wolvercote...

underage girls.

Mary Tremlett was there

Saturday night.

Don't care where she was

Saturday night.

She was fit and well

Sunday morning.

Miles Percival picked her up.

Yes, well, he would

have been hard pressed

to do that, wouldn't he?

Seeing as he didn't own a car.

What the bloody hell

do you think you're about?

Pursuing inquiries.

And who gave you leave

to do that?

Did.

On your way.

Something you want

to say, Arthur?

You know the kind of people

Teddy's tight with.

Know he's got

you in his pocket.

A pony on the first

of the month

for turning a blind eye

to hooky MOTs is bad enough.

But this is the murder

of a young girl.

It's not just me.

Oh, know.

Teddy Samuels's

got half the brass in town

dancing to his tune.

In the county.

Judges, churchmen,

counselors, peers.

You really think

you've got a chance

going toe-to-toe

with that lot, Fred?

Think you should take

a couple of weeks furlough.

Run Eileen down to the caravan

and have a long hard think

about early retirement.

Are you off your nut?

It's that or put in

for a transfer.

Your choice.

Either way, don't show your face

in here again.

I'd hate to have to pinch you,

Arthur.

You wouldn't dare.

Who owns it?

Murky area.

So far as I've been able to make

out from the land registry,

the land was owned

by the deVeres...

the Earls of Oxford.

Until the title fell dormant.

It's vaguely Crown Estate now.

Crown Estate?

That's Treasury, isn't it?

Do you want a brew?

I'm just warming the pot.

There's no milk, I'm afraid.

There's lemon, though.

Who the hell are you?

Dempsey...

Inspector Thursday, isn't it?

And Constable Morse.

That was you putting

the windows in, was it?

What's your business here?

Presently, a bit

of light housework.

The defense of the realm

is my bailiwick.

National Interest.

Pax Britannica, and all that.

What are you, Special Branch?

More or less.

Yes. Why not?

Get bloody cute,

I'll run you in.

Home Office, extension 255.

Have the duty man put you

through to Colonel Dolman.

He'll vouch for my bona fides.

No?

You're here about the girl.

What do you know about it?

All you need to know

is she left here alive and well

about 7:
00 on Saturday evening.

Trust me.

Whoever's killed her has

nothing to do with this.

What is this, exactly?

Tarts in high places.

HMG won't wear another scandal.

We're still going round

with a dustpan and brush

after Cliveden.

This is a murder inquiry.

And hope you catch him.

But if you keep

digging around this spot,

you'll be taken off the case.

Wonder what the papers

would have to say

about a Department of State

obstructing a murder inquiry.

Concealing evidence...

Never see light of day.

We'd stick a D-notice on it,

and you'd be looking

at a nice long stretch

for breaching official secrets.

Who're you protecting?

Wouldn't be doing

my job very well

if told you, now, would?

You sure you won't have a brew?

Bastards like these,

it's business as usual.

So, what, some leg-breaker

in a Guards' tie calls stumps,

and we just walk away,

is that it?

Want a list of who else was at

this little shindig of yours.

Look, Inspector,

happen to count a good number

of your superior officers

amongst my close circle, yeah?

Or should say square?

Would hate for any of them

to be embarrassed.

Know what mean?

Oh, bugger.

Look to have left

my tobacco in the car.

Have a shufti, Morse,

would you?

Now?

God.

He's a bit keen,

your boy, isn't he?

A bit wet behind

the ears, though.

A drink?

Scotch, if you've got it.

With soda?

As it comes.

I've scraped better than you

off the soles of my boots.

So get this,

and get it straight.

Don't care who you pimp to,

or whose pal you are

down the lodge.

You try and come it

with me, I'll break you.

Was in my pocket all along.

Mr. Samuels has come over

with a nosebleed.

Told him to keep his head back.

We all done then, Teddy?

You've made a big mistake.

And that makes two of us.

You can keep the hankie.

Sir, what...

Save your breath.

Didn't march

halfway across the world

and put Jerry back in his box

for jumped-up spivs

to end up running

the show at home.

But what about the law?

There's right and there's wrong.

Know which side I'm on.

Do you?

Well, don't care

how much it is.

I'm not interested.

Think you will be.

I've wondered for a while

why no one was willing

to go after a crook

like Samuels.

Especially Crisp.

Well, you might have told me.

Didn't know who could trust

in my own nick,

never mind a stranger.

You think Teddy Samuels killed

Mary Tremlett?

Or knows who did.

Inspector Thursday in yet?

Gone to see the Tremletts.

Do you know much

about woman's clothes?

Besides they look

better off than on?

Why?

Something someone said.

Was trying to remember.

Morse?

Detective Chief Superintendent

Crisp wants you.

Morse?

Odalisque.

Eau-DE-what?

What's that mean, then?

Someone like Jenkins there.

What, Welsh?

Fed... for pleasure.

Is it true?

I'd advise you to consider very

carefully before you answer.

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