Quotes
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DC Endeavour Morse : Strange, there's a blackboard there. Could you...?
[Strange gets the board]
DC Endeavour Morse : Each element is assigned a symbol: Typically an abbreviation of its name together with a unique one or two-digit atomic number. Can you write these down as I call then off?
[Strange cleans the board and writes the elements on the board as Morse calls them out]
DC Endeavour Morse : So, 74 gives us Tungsten. 17, Chlorine. 18, Argon. 19, Potassium. The elements spell out a name.
Chief Superintendent Bright : [looking at the first letters of the elements] T.C.A.P Tucap?
DC Endeavour Morse : No, not quite, sir, but you're on the right lines.
[Morse walks over to the blackboard and Strange gives him the chalk]
DC Endeavour Morse : Um, the chemical symbol for Tungsten isn't Tu as you might expect. It's W from the German Wolframite. And Potassium isn't P as you might expect but K after the Latin Kalium. Taken together they're Tungsten...
[close-ups of these four elements and their chemical symbols in the Periodic Table are seen as Morse writes the chemical symbol W]
DC Endeavour Morse : ...Chorine...
[Morse writes the chemical symbol CL on the blackboard]
DC Endeavour Morse : ...Argon...
[Morse writes the chemical symbol AR on the blackboard]
DC Endeavour Morse : ...and Potassium.
[Morse writes the chemical symbol K on the blackboard]
DC Endeavour Morse : W-C-L-A-R-K. Wallace Clark.
[flashbacks of Wallace Clark committing the murders are seen with close-ups of the Periodic Table]
Chief Superintendent Bright : [almost speechless] Good grief.
DI Fred Thursday : Derek's father.
Chief Superintendent Bright : But there's nothing to say he even knew the vicar.
DC Endeavour Morse : Ivy Clark, sir. Wallace's wife is buried in the churchyard.
[Ivy's Clark's tombstone is seen]
DC Endeavour Morse : The next plot but one to Lady Daphne Sloan. Reverend Monkford performed the service.
PC Jim Strange : [laughs] Bloody hell, matey. That's...
DI Fred Thursday : [stunned and impressed] Elementary.
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PC Jim Strange : [warming to Morse] You're all right, actually, aren't you? Most of the lads have got you down as a bit of a queer fish.
DC Endeavour Morse : Have they?
PC Jim Strange : [genially] Stand-offish, rude...
DC Endeavour Morse : [grimly] Right.
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[Morse goes up a staircase. A uniformed officer is standing at the top of it]
DC Endeavour Morse : You're meant to be on the door.
PC Jim Strange : Sorry. I just come off nights. It's playing havoc with my...
DC Endeavour Morse : [seriously] I think I can live without the details of your digestive timetable.
PC Jim Strange : Who are you?
DC Endeavour Morse : [seriously] I could have just wandered in for a bit of housebreaking.
PC Jim Strange : [seriously] If you're gonna be like that, let's see some identification, matey. Sharpish.
[Morse goes further up the stairs and gives the officer his identification]
PC Jim Strange : [looking at Morse's identification] Oh. *You're* Morse. Strange.
[Morse takes back his identification]
DC Endeavour Morse : [pocketing his identification] What is?
PC Jim Strange : I am. Me. My name. Jim Strange.
