Endeavour Page #2
- TV-14
- Year:
- 2012
- 89 min
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Valerie...
Quillen.
Who denies any such arrangement.
No boyfriend,
no troubles at home,
so it's unlikely
she's a runaway.
That's it.
Not much to go on.
It really is this kind of case.
But we keep looking.
Good night, then.
There is one thing, sir.
Going through this list
of her belongings at home,
she has a copy of the Oxford
Book of English Verse
by her bed,
together with A Shropshire Lad
and the Betieman Collected.
Young girls like poetry.
Young girls like Mary Tremlett?
Too highbrow for a girl
whose father works
That's your point?
No, my point is that
they're hardbacks.
Beyond the pocket
of a schoolgirl,
I'd have thought.
Just struck me as odd,
that's all.
Maybe they were a present.
Her parents, school prize even.
inquiry we're following, Morse.
Poetry books isn't one of them.
Is Mary fond of poetry,
Mr. Tremlett?
She has nice handwriting.
Her teachers
commended her on it.
A-plus, last report.
Sharon, my eldest.
She's visiting.
Police.
How do you do,
Miss Tremlett?
Mrs.
Veelie.
They had her read out some
of her essays to the class.
The house isn't the same.
Find her, will you, please?
Find our Mary.
What is it you're looking for?
Oh.
Just filling in some
of the background.
So you weren't here
Saturday, then.
I'd dropped by the afternoon
to see to Dad's tea,
but went straight home after.
About 5:
00.Where's home?
Droitwich.
We had a stock take
Sunday, see.
Freeman, Hardy & Willis.
And your husband?
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.
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