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DI Fred Thursday : [as Bright is examining evidence Morse found] According to Morse, sir, this Lakme girl kills herself by eating leaves from the Datura plant. The same as was used to poison Grace Madison. Makes it two, sir.
Chief Superintendent Bright : [after a pause] What makes two?
DI Fred Thursday : Two deaths, sir, with a connection to opera. There was a phrase from... What is it?
DC Endeavour Morse : Otello, sir. By Giuseppe Verdi.
DI Fred Thursday : Chalked on the door of the goods wagon where we found Evelyn Balfour. "One kiss more". His last words, Morse says.
Chief Superintendent Bright : You mean Shakespeare's Othello? The blackamoor?
DI Fred Thursday : That's him sir, yes.
DC Endeavour Morse : Evelyn Balfour was strangled, sir, like Desdemona, Othello's wife. There was a handkerchief stuffed in her mouth embroidered with the initial D.
Chief Superintendent Bright : [gets up and walks across the room to his desk] I thought we had someone for the er... Balfour killing.
DI Fred Thursday : All right, Morse. As you were.
[Morse leaves the room as Bright lights a cigarette]
Chief Superintendent Bright : [not convinced by anything Morse said] Opera? Good God! A man would have to be some sort of raving lunatic to go to such lengths.
DI Fred Thursday : [as Bright sits at his desk] If he is a lunatic sir, I'd have to say he's a very clever one. If you've no objection, I'd like to second Morse from general duties for the duration.
Chief Superintendent Bright : Is that necessary?
DI Fred Thursday : Specialist knowledge, sir; it comes with this sort of thing.
Chief Superintendent Bright : Very well. But for the duration of the inquiry only. I don't want him getting ideas.
DI Fred Thursday : That's kind of what I'm counting on.
[Bright gives Thursday an unconvinced look]
DI Fred Thursday : Sir.
[Thursday leaves the room]
DS Peter Jakes : [in one of the open station rooms] Usual time in the morning is it?
DI Fred Thursday : [putting his coat on] No, you're all right. Morse can fetch me.
[to Morse]
DI Fred Thursday : You're off general duties till further notice. 8.15 sharp. All right.
[Thursday leaves the room, Jakes follows and switches off the light]
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DC Endeavour Morse : [looking at the evidence with Thursday, Jakes and Bright at the police station] He played a record. Tosca.
DS Peter Jakes : [nodding] Tosca?
DC Endeavour Morse : It's a penny dreadful of a plot. Filled with murder, torture and suicide.
DS Peter Jakes : Right up his street, then.
DC Endeavour Morse : At the climax, the heroine, Floria Tosca hurls herself from the battlements of the Castel Sant'Angelo.
Chief Superintendent Bright : In summation then, apart from the method by which he means to dispose of this fifth and final victim, we know neither the where, the when nor the *whom* of it.
DS Peter Jakes : If the killer's sticking to Morse's EGBDF pattern sir, it's got to be someone who's name begins with an F.
[Morse thinks for a moment, then realizes who the killer is]
DC Endeavour Morse : It's Cronyn.
DS Peter Jakes : What is?
DC Endeavour Morse : [walking towards a blackboard, which has the names MASON GULL and KEITH MILLER? written in chalk on it] The murderer. It's Cronyn.
Chief Superintendent Bright : [not convinced] I appreciate your work on this, Morse, but I think you'll find...
DC Endeavour Morse : Doctor Cronyn approached us, didn't he sir?
Chief Superintendent Bright : Yes, but...
DC Endeavour Morse : [confident] He's the one who's had us running around looking for this Keith Miller.
DI Fred Thursday : [shocked] But Morse!
DC Endeavour Morse : [confident] It's a joke sir. A blind. Keith Miller doesn't exist sir.
[Morse writes I'M THE KILLER on the blackboard]
DC Endeavour Morse : [confident] Rearrange the letters of his name and you get... "I'm the killer". He's been toying us us, right from the beginning. Posing as Doctor Cronyn.
[flashbacks of Doctor Cronyn are seen]
Chief Superintendent Bright : So who is he really?
DC Endeavour Morse : [pointing to the other name on the blackboard] Mason Gull, sir.
Chief Superintendent Bright : [impressed] Good grief!
DI Fred Thursday : [confident] Then whose body did we find in Cronyn's consulting rooms?
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DS Peter Jakes : [entering a room in Mason Gull's house] He's been here.
DC Endeavour Morse : Yeah, of course he has. This has been his bolt hole.
DI Fred Thursday : [picks up a picture] Doctor Cronyn, I presume. The *real* Daniel Cronyn.
[Morse, Jakes and Thursday enter an upstairs room and see the drugs and surgical instruments neatly arranged on the tables]
DC Endeavour Morse : He's kept him drugged on morphine.
[Morse looks towards the windows]
DC Endeavour Morse : Far enough out so that nobody could hear his screams.
DS Peter Jakes : Why not just kill him straightaway?
DC Endeavour Morse : Because the body at the consulting rooms had to be fresh.
DI Fred Thursday : [reading a document] The murder of Mrs. Gull was investigated by Detective Inspector Foxley of Oxford City Police. Two witnesses appeared for the prosecution: slaughterman Benjamin Nimmo, who dropped by the inn for a pint of ale and found the body of Mrs. Gull, and barmaid Gertrude Tate, who was there with her eight-year-old daughter Evelyn.
DS Peter Jakes : What's the odds Mr. Balfour will confirm his wife's maiden name was Tate?
DI Fred Thursday : [reads another document as Morse looks at a flyer detailing Philip Madison's recital] The case was heard by His Honour Mr. Justice Madison. Gull's been killing anyone connected with the trial.
DC Endeavour Morse : He's going after Faye Madison. Now. F for Faye. She's the fifth victim. We need to get officers down to Alfredus College at once. That's why Gull played me Tosca over the telephone. Alfredus College is home to The Oxford Scholars Choral Association. The choir I sing with.
DS Peter Jakes : So where does Tosca come in?
DC Endeavour Morse : The Oxford Scholars Choral Association. We sometimes refer to it by acronym: TOSCA.
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DI Fred Thursday : [putting on his coat whilst reading the anonymous clue] "Near by Libra Idol"?
DS Peter Jakes : Libra is the scales, sir. Justice maybe? The idol could be a statue by the Law Courts.
DI Fred Thursday : [to Morse] Think you can crack it?
DC Endeavour Morse : I can try.
DS Peter Jakes : [not convinced] *Try*? You need to do more than *try*.
DI Fred Thursday : [seriously] All right, Jakes. That'll do.
DS Peter Jakes : [protesting] Meant to be the expert, isn't he? Laughing-boy's pin-up...
DI Fred Thursday : [more seriously] I said, that'll do.
DS Peter Jakes : I'm thinking of the kiddie, sir.
DI Fred Thursday : [seriously] Us turning on each other's going to help find her is it? Exactly what he wants.
DS Peter Jakes : [hinting offensive joking] It's *Morse* these messages are meant for, sir. We all know that. He's seen his picture in the paper. One bloody misfit talking to another...
DI Fred Thursday : [firmly] About your business, Sergeant!
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PC Jim Strange : [untying Faye in a loft] Don't worry, Miss Madison. You're safe now.
DC Endeavour Morse : [entering the loft] Where's Cronyn?
Faye Madison : He told me not worry and went off.
DS Peter Jakes : [appearing at the top of the ladder] You got her? She all right?
PC Jim Strange : No harm.
DS Peter Jakes : [looking around] Where's Inspector Thursday?
DC Endeavour Morse : [realizing] Scarpia.
PC Jim Strange : Morse?
DC Endeavour Morse : [realizing] Oh... Miss Madison isn't the final victim. This isn't Cronyn's plan. I've made a mistake.
DS Peter Jakes : F! F for Faye, though!
DC Endeavour Morse : It's not Faye. It's Fred. Fred Thursday.
[Thursday stands on one of the quad rooftops and Cronyn/Gull appears behind him]
Dr. Daniel Cronyn : Well, here's a how'd you do.
DI Fred Thursday : [seriously] Where is she?
Dr. Daniel Cronyn : Oh, quite safe. The proverbial sprat, and you the mackerel. How else do you imagine I got you up here? When it comes to a damsel in distress the boys in blue can always by relied upon to act predictably.
[Philip plays his recital on a piano in the main hall as Morse access a rooftop and edges his way along a narrow ledge to get to the roof Thursday and Cronyn/Gull are on]
DI Fred Thursday : I thought it was Tosca goes off the roof?
Dr. Daniel Cronyn : In Act Three yes, but it's Act Two I've always had in mind. The death of Scarpia - the corrupt and venal chief of police - at Tosca's hand.
[Cronyn/Gull takes out a knife]
Dr. Daniel Cronyn : I'm afraid the parts are already cast. I've got nothing against you personally. You simply stand in place of the detective inspector whose lies put me away.
DI Fred Thursday : [realizing] Foxley.
Dr. Daniel Cronyn : It should've been him up here with me today. But he died while I was... away.
DI Fred Thursday : [prepared] Well, what are you waiting for?
Dr. Daniel Cronyn : An audience. What else?
DI Fred Thursday : Where does Morse fit into all this? Got to be about more than torment. You could've killed him at the Bodleian. Why didn't you?
Dr. Daniel Cronyn : Beethoven had his Schindler. Haydn his Griesinger. Every great artist needs a biographer. Someone to bear witness to his greatness and set it down for posterity. How does it feel... to be my crowning achievement? Five's a good number, don't you think? Nice and simple. Count 'em on one hand.
DI Fred Thursday : You're going to keep this up, I wouldn't mind a draw on my pipe if it's all the same.
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DS Peter Jakes : [sneeringly, to Morse] How's about you stick to general duties and leave the rough boys to handle the grown-up stuff?
