Quotes
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Chief Superintendent Reginald Bright : Losing one's notebook is about as gross a dereliction of duty a serving officer can make.
DI Fred Thursday : It's an honest mistake, sir.
Chief Superintendent Reginald Bright : Honesty doesn't come into it, Thursday. I will thank you not to speak for him.
DI Fred Thursday : It's why I'm here, sir.
Chief Superintendent Reginald Bright : Well, you've had your say.
DI Fred Thursday : Sir.
[Door opens]
DI Fred Thursday : [Door closes]
Chief Superintendent Reginald Bright : You asked me to find out how many examination papers went astray. I made enquiries. The answer was one. Just yours, Morse. Just yours.
DC Endeavour Morse : I see.
Chief Superintendent Reginald Bright : Do you? I-I wonder. This past three years, you've made some very powerful enemies. They won't forgive and they won't forget. They mean to dog your steps until the very last hour of your service. And now this... If you want my advice, your best hope of salvaging any kind of career would be to transfer to another constabulary.
DC Endeavour Morse : Leave Oxford?
Chief Superintendent Reginald Bright : Why not? Fresh start? You've no family local. As I understand it, there's nothing to keep you here.
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DI Fred Thursday : You mind your place!
DC Endeavour Morse : What is that, exactly - my place?
DI Fred Thursday : Your place is where I say it is, no more and no less.
DC Endeavour Morse : Right. Right.
DI Fred Thursday : Just don't go making something out of nothing, that's all.
DC Endeavour Morse : That's what we do, isn't it?
DI Fred Thursday : It's what you do. Didn't have your head in the clouds, you might have gone better with your Sergeant's. Mr. Bright mentioned.
DC Endeavour Morse : [furiously angry] Did he mention that I could have revised until Ragnarok for all the good it would have done me? If my exam paper doesn't arrive, it's automatic failure.
DI Fred Thursday : [ignoring this as he sweeps out] Right. Home time.
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DC Endeavour Morse : Sir?
DI Fred Thursday : That poor girl. I should have listened to you.
DC Endeavour Morse : Well, you had... things on your mind.
DI Fred Thursday : Who doesn't? It's no excuse. This lands at my door, nobody else's.
DC Endeavour Morse : You couldn't have known.
DI Fred Thursday : You knew. You always know. And you were cheated with your Sergeant's. I know you wanted it. Deserved it too. But I can't say I'm sorry not to lose you to Nights. You're better than that.
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Win Thursday : You don't have to wrap me in cotton wool, Fred. I won't break.
DI Fred Thursday : You're all I've got.
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DC Endeavour Morse : [reacting angrily to Tessa Knight's news report] There are things which could only have come from my notebook!
Dorothea Frazil : Are you accusing Miss Knight of stealing it? Because if you are, I'd like the Mail's lawyers present.
DI Fred Thursday : If I find this chit of yours does have Morse's notebook, I'll stick 'er on and have her up before the beak so fast, her feet won't touch the ground!