Endeavour

Good morning, everybody.

It's 6:
00 on Sunday morning,

and the BBC Light Programme

is beginning another day's

broadcast.

Fierce fighting between North

and South Vietnamese troops

in Phuoc Long Province

over recent days

has come to an end

following the arrival

of American forces.

A Foreign Office spokesman

has said

the involvement of British

soldiers in the growing crisis

in former French Indo-China

remained unlikely,

but that the government

was monitoring...

Double?

I'd sooner cash, Emil, but

suppose can trust you.

# Un bel di, vedremo #

# levarsi un fil DE fumo #

# sull'estremo

confin del mare. #

# E poi la nave appare... #

# Poi la nave bianca #

# entra nel porto #

# Romba it suo saluto #

# Vedi? E venuto! #

# lo non gli scendo incontro. #

# lo no. #

# Mi metto la sul ciglio

del colle e aspetto #

# E aspetto gran tempo

e non mi pesa #

# La lunga... #

#... punto

s'avviva per la... #

Pint, Morse?

Morse?

# Sara'? chi sara'..

Pint?

Don't drink.

You know that.

Have a squash.

Sally's serving... the one

with the charlies.

I'd like to, McLeash,

really, but...

On a Sunday?

All work, old son.

Well, it's good of you

to ask, but another time.

That's what you said last time.

# Chiamera Butterfly

dalla lontana. #

# lo senza dar risposta

me jen staro nascosta... #

Lisa Bainwright?

Yes, Miss.

Jenny Crisp?

Yes, Miss.

Pauline Edmunds?

Yes, Miss.

Valerie Quillen?

Yes, Miss.

Anne Porter?

Yes, Miss.

Mary Tremlett?

Mary Tremlett?

Is Mary not in today?

Has anybody seen her?

Crisp's daughter goes here,

heard.

Wouldn't know.

Any word on those extra bodies?

Request has gone in for

reinforcements from Carshall,

due first thing tomorrow.

"Mary Tremlett, age

15, left home on Saturday

"at approximately 4:00

in the afternoon

"for a trip to the cinema.

"Last seen wearing

an orange top,

"green three-quarter length

trousers

"in a fashionable

Capri pants style.

"She has not been seen since.

"Anyone with information

pertaining to her disappearance

"should contact Detective

Inspector Fred Thursday

"at Cowley Police Station,

Oxford.

"It is believed extra officers

from Carshall Newtown

are being drafted in to assist

in the search. "

Well, that's us, that is.

Here, what's this heard

you tried to get yourself

taken off the inquiry?

Morse?

Wilcox, Duffel, Ellis, Woods,

you're assigned to Banbury.

DS McBain.

He's waiting for you through

there in the canteen.

Cullen, Boyle, Madden, Mitchell,

Kidlingon... DS Anthony.

Transport's through the yard.

Hurry it up.

Finger out your ass.

You two follow me.

Suppose you're feeling

very pleased with yourselves,

dreaming of cracking a great

big juicy murder case, eh?

Get your name in the papers.

Yes, Sarge.

Well, you can forget it.

There's only two

detectives in this nick...

me and the governor.

And that's Mr. Thursday

to you, or "sir. "

Get in, go on.

You're here to take up slack.

Any questions?

No? Good.

Thought this was

a missing persons case.

You said murder.

Oh, it's murder all right.

Sex case, like as not,

the way they go around

with all on show these days.

Just not found her body yet.

So, duties.

McLeash, office...

duty log.

Telephone calls, any and all

information received.

Sarge...

E. Morse.

Your governor says

you know the area.

College boy.

That right?

Right, door to door.

Get that lot circulated.

You can't tell from those,

but she's a redhead,

well developed for her age.

Someone will have seen her.

Shops, offices,

railways, commuters...

Commuters?

If she left Oxford by train

on Saturday afternoon,

well, it's unlikely she'll have

been seen by the weekday crowd,

wouldn't you think?

Well, don't think.

Follow orders.

Anyone want me,

I'm with the governor.

Kept that under

your hat, didn't you?

Bloody Oxford.

His verse notwithstanding,

Ibycus is perhaps most famous

for the manner of his death,

at the hands of robbers.

Wounded and dying, Ibycus looked

up to see a flight of cranes...

a flight of cranes passing

overhead, at which he cried out,

"Those birds will be

my avengers. "

His murderers repaired

to Corinth,

where, Plutarch tells us, spying

a flock of the same birds,

one of their number

exclaimed in jest,

"Behold, the avengers

of Ibycus. "

The bathroom is on the

first landing for proper washing.

But you've a sink up here

for shaving,

and the necessary is

where it should be.

First time in Oxford?

Not exactly.

Well, that's nice, dear,

isn't it?

This was Mr. Bleaney's room.

He stayed here the whole time

he was at the Bodleian.

Do you know how long

you'll be in residence?

I'm afraid not.

No.

Well, it's just yourself

and two other gentlemen

at the minute...

Mr. Goldberg

and Mr. McCab.

Very nice, they are.

Tea's at 6:
30 as a rule,

but can do you a boiled egg.

Oh, that's very kind of you,

Mrs. Crabbin, but I'll...

I'll get something out.

Then I'll let you get settled.

There's no overtime.

Realize that.

So what is it?

Brown nosing or sucker

for punishment?

There's no other kind of bloody

fool still in the office

at this time of night.

Just us?

Thought should take a look

at the Tremlett case files.

Which one are you?

Morse, sir.

Carshall Newtown.

$0?

Mary Tremlett, 15 years old.

Last seen by her parents

Saturday 4:
00 when she left,

supposedly to go to the pictures

with another girl, Valerie.

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