Endeavour (TV Series)
Confection (2019)
Shaun Evans: DS Endeavour Morse
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Quotes
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DS Jim Strange : [Morse is going to view a flat] What's with the flat? Thought you were at the Section House.
DS Endeavour Morse : It's just I'm a bit long in the tooth for rugby songs and bare backsides in the hallway. I need my own four walls.
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DS Jim Strange : Any progress on the overdoses?
DS Endeavour Morse : No.
DS Jim Strange : You wonder why that is?
DS Endeavour Morse : It's not my case. Box has put the DI and Jago on it.
DS Jim Strange : Same question. You wonder why that is?
DS Endeavour Morse : What are you saying?
DS Jim Strange : I'm saying, if Box's investigation into who's keeping Oxford supplied with heroin cut with quinine has stalled, maybe there's a reason for it.
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Dr. Max DeBryn : [surveying the corpse of Murray Creswell] As far as injuries are concerned, a single circular wound, about half an inch in diameter, to the base of the skull.
DCI Ronnie Box : Shot, then, surely?
DS Endeavour Morse : No. There's no starburst pattern, which one would expect to find from a discharge at point-blank range.
Dr. Max DeBryn : Yes, quite. It could have been done with any number of pointed instruments.
DS Alan Jago : Such as?
Dr. Max DeBryn : Oh, a spiked bayonet; medieval misericord; rondel dagger; the Japanese sai. The only thing one can pronounce with any certainty at this juncture is that he came to a sticky end.
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Dr. Max DeBryn : [Morse arrives at the scene of Rufus Burra's death] It's all a bit coppery, I'm afraid. Appropriately enough. Just a hint of sucrose.
DS Endeavour Morse : [grimacing] Must you? It's a bloodbath, not a Cotes du Rhone.
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DS Jim Strange : [trying to persuade Morse to join him in a secret investigation] Since when do you value your neck so high?
DS Endeavour Morse : Well, I met someone.
DS Jim Strange : Oh yeah?
DS Endeavour Morse : She's got a little boy, five years old. I don't know, it could be something.
[Strange smiles, sadly]
DS Endeavour Morse : What? Everyone deserves a chance. Why should I be any different?
DS Jim Strange : [Still smiling, sadly] Because you are.
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Isla Fairford : Most men would run a million miles from a single woman with a kiddie in tow.
DS Endeavour Morse : More fools, they.
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Dr. Max DeBryn : [after Morse has questioned an apparent suicide] People do despair, Morse.
DS Endeavour Morse : [grimly] You don't say.
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Dr. Max DeBryn : [by the dead body of Greville Creswell] Ah, gentlemen. One shot to the left side of the chest which presumably knocked him out of the saddle. Unlikely he'd have survived without urgent medical attention. Then the coup de grace to the head, point blank.
DS Endeavour Morse : Shotgun?
Dr. Max DeBryn : Yes. Twelve-bore, by the look of things.
DI Fred Thursday : Anything as to time?
Dr. Max DeBryn : Two-thirty-nine. One of the balls smashed his wristwatch.
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DI Fred Thursday : [annoyed] What's this? Jago said you were with Shepherd's daughter in the pub!
DS Endeavour Morse : It was just a drink.
DI Fred Thursday : She's a suspect - Christ, what's the matter with you?
DS Endeavour Morse : [defensive] I have a life.
DI Fred Thursday : Not on duty, you haven't! They bat their eyes...
DS Endeavour Morse : I wasn't on duty.
DI Fred Thursday : That shouldn't matter! A copper's a copper, first, last and always!
DS Endeavour Morse : [finally enraged] Where's that got you?
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Dorothea Frazil : If you want the real inside gen on Chigton Green, you could do worse than talk to Miss Ling, our advice columnist.
DS Endeavour Morse : [sarcastic] "Dear Worried Brown Eyes..."
Dorothea Frazil : She's very good.
DS Endeavour Morse : [still not impressed] I'm sure. If you could pass her number along to PC Potter, the local bobby...
Dorothea Frazil : Only got a PO Box number for her, I'm afraid. She's a bit of a mystery. Values her anonymity.
DS Endeavour Morse : Don't we all?
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DS Endeavour Morse : Has the company received any of these poison-pen letters that have been doing the rounds?
Judith Neal : The company hasn't, but there's many of the staff who have. I've had a few letters myself.
DI Fred Thursday : Did you show them to Constable Potter?
Judith Neal : I couldn't very well do that, seeing he's the subject of one of them.