Endeavour Page #7
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- 2012
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This is a very
serious complaint.
Did Inspector Thursday
hit Teddy Samuels?
No, sir.
Right. Clear your desk.
Want you on the next train
or wherever it is
you came from.
I've no use for troublemakers.
My letter of resignation.
It's been burning a hole
in my pocket this past week.
Perhaps you'd see it reaches
the appropriate channels.
Get out!
Flunked out again,
have you, College?
Read your file, boy.
Three years Lonsdale.
Threw the towel in
before your finals.
That's the trouble
with you posh-ohs.
No gumption.
First sign of bother,
it's off back home to mummy,
tail between.
Mmm, no hard feelings.
You done me a favor.
Pastures new.
Vice.
In the Smoke.
And you on the slow boat
to China.
What will you do?
Praise the God of all,
drink the wine and beer,
and let the world be the world.
Another?
No, I've got to mind the shop.
Did you ever make any headway
with what was on
the back of her hand?
What was it?
F-L-A...
17B.
Or 178.
We tried it as a
vehicle registration,
FLA 178, but nothing doing.
And if it was flat 17B...
There was something
missing off the end,
though, wasn't there?
Another letter,
or number, thought.
Maybe. It's hard to say.
Why?
Oh, just... well, nothing.
It doesn't matter.
It's no longer my concern.
And tell Thursday
if he wants to know
who killed Mary Tremlett,
find out where
her clothes came from.
Did Mary ever mention
a Teddy Samuels?
of Park Town.
It's not a name I've
heard her mention.
Is it you, Shar?
with this bloke, then, has she?
It's just we're interested
in anyone
she may have known through him.
Did she ever go to Wolvercote,
so far as you know?
Oh.
I'm afraid Rowan's not in.
It's you came to see.
Wanted to say goodbye
before push off.
Leaving Oxford?
Oxford, the police, all of it.
You'd better come in.
Took the liberty...
It seemed too good
an opportunity to let pass.
It's seldom one gets...
one gets to meet
one's heroines.
Heroine?
Surely not.
More than you could know.
You see, you saved my life.
What an extraordinary
thing to say.
It's true nevertheless.
The place that grew up
was a Grey, unfeeling nothing.
Then, one day heard your voice.
And... and knew
for the first time
that there was...
beauty in the world.
Would you sign it?
Yes.
Oh, heavens.
Look at me.
Have, often.
Are you flirting with me?
A little, perhaps.
You mustn't.
Love my husband.
Very much.
Know.
What shall put?
Samuels' insurance
against police interest.
Wicked thing, blackmail.
God knows I'd have
done the same
if it'd been my daughter.
Burnt the negatives.
All of them.
Jenny doesn't have
to worry any more.
And nor do you, sir.
Who else knows?
Between you, me and Morse.
You can rely on his discretion.
He's a good lad.
We wouldn't be where we are now
if he hadn't kept pushing.
Sharon?
Sharon?
Thank you for the coffee and...
You know, you should
find yourself a girl.
Did once.
We were engaged.
What happened?
Oh, someone she'd left behind.
They'd been something
in her first year.
After it ended,
she took up with me.
But not to be.
I'm sorry.
Truly.
Perhaps better
to have loved and lost.
So I'm told.
Goodbye, Mrs. Stromming
Yours, believe.
There's been a development.
He had to pay.
For Mary.
Mean, knew he was bad,
but never thought...
his own daughter.
Our daughter.
You and Teddy Samuels?
Summer '49.
Mum and Dad said shouldn't
have my life ruined
with a kiddie so young.
So they took her on.
Teddy didn't want
anything to do with it.
Threatened me if told anyone.
And then you come round.
Just hearing his name,
something went in me.
All these years.
The thought of him
having anything to do
with Mary...
I'm not sorry.
It's a rum old go, Morse,
and no mistake.
Families. Shame.
How is it any fault of a kiddie
what side of the sheets
it's born?
Her flesh and blood
and yet all this.
As if we didn't all
get here the same way.
It won't do...
know that much.
It won't bloody do.
What's all this business
with Mary Tremlett's outfit?
Oh.
Well, Mary Tremlett
took a size 36C in a bra.
But the dress
found with her body
was a size small.
She couldn't have squeezed
into that outfit
if her life depended on it.
Bought for her by an admirer?
Well, that was my thinking.
When it comes to woman's
dress sizes, mean...
Have McLeash run down a list
of local stockists.
Meantime, we'd better have
a word with friend Teddy.
He might be in more of a mood
to make himself useful
this morning.
It's Morse.
I'm in hospital
with Inspector Thursday.
Any luck with the outfitters?
Oh, well, keep trying.
Oh, damn.
The pips have gone
and I'm out of change.
Can you call me back?
The number's OTMoor double-2-70.
OTMoor.
- T-M...
Yes. Straightaway.
There's something
need you to check.
She's done a proper job on him.
He does pull through,
the doctor says
he's likely a vegetable.
How'd you make out?
Percival's in the clear.
Not only did he not have access
to a vehicle,
but according to Lomax,
he couldn't even drive.
That's not all.
What?
You remember what was written
on the back
of Mary Tremlett's hand?
FLA 178.
The car reg?
Yeah, nothing doing.
That's because
it wasn't a car reg,
or part of an address,
or anything of the sort.
FLA is an abbreviation
of FLAxman,
which is the name of
covering the Chelsea area.
FLA 178.
You're a digit short,
aren't you?
Got McLeash to check
all ten possibilities.
FLAxman 1788 is the number
of the London home
of Sir Richard Lovell,
Minister for Overseas Affairs,
and constituency MP
for Oxford North.
You talked to him?
His housekeeper.
Lovell was in Oxford
last weekend
from Friday to Sunday.
He has a house by Woodstock
called Applegate.
Detective Inspector
Thursday, sir.
Detective Constable Morse.
Wonder if we might
speak to you a moment.
With me?
Certainly.
Please.
So, what can do for you?
I'm hoping you'll be able
to tell us how
came to be found
written on the hand
of a schoolgirl murdered
My telephone number?
Flaxman 1-7-double 8.
That is your phone number.
Yes, it is, but...
how this young girl came
to have it,
I'm... I'm afraid
haven't the foggiest.
Her name was Mary Tremlett.
A redhead.
She'd be one of the young girls
you'll have met
at Teddy Samuels' parties.
You attended one
last Saturday at Wolvercote.
Don't think so.
Sounds most unsavory.
Dear, dear.
"Dear, dear"?
A young girl is strangled
and left naked in the woods,
and all you can say
is, "Dear, dear?"
Morse...
Do you deny
you were there, Minister?
Naturally.
And unless you have
evidence to the contrary,
I'm afraid this meeting
is at an end.
Think we can say who
Dempsey's looking out for.
Don't you?
A Minister of the Crown.
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