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DS Jim Strange : [after George Fancy has left] George seems a nice lad.
DS Endeavour Morse : [disapprovingly] He's a cocky little sod.
DS Jim Strange : Of course he is. He's young. All piss and vinegar. We were young once.
DS Endeavour Morse : I'm still young.
DS Jim Strange : If you say so.
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Eve Thorne : [baiting Morse] When'd you get your leg over last? As a matter of interest.
DS Endeavour Morse : None of your business.
Eve Thorne : [laughing] That IS my business!
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DS Endeavour Morse : [interrogating Eve Thorne] Then you're a common prostitute?
Eve Thorne : You've seen where I live. Nothing common about me.
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DCI Fred Thursday : They all wanted something they couldn't have, I suppose.
DS Endeavour Morse : Doesn't everyone?
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DS Endeavour Morse : [told he must work with George Fancy] I'm used to working on my own, sir. He'd learn more from you.
DCI Fred Thursday : I expect he would. But you've got rank now. That brings responsibilities. Get to know him a bit. It'll do him good.
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DCI Fred Thursday : Would it have taken much force?
Dr. Max DeBryn : No great strength required. Nerve, though. You're thinking of the lipstick.
DS Endeavour Morse : Oh, the closest match I found was a color called Violent Crimson.
Dr. Max DeBryn : From the Kiss of Death range, presumably.
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Dr. Max DeBryn : [surveying the corpse of Robin Grey, stabbed in both eyes] Aye, aye. Right first, then left. Sometime between eight and midnight.
DS Endeavour Morse : Any defensive wound?
Dr. Max DeBryn : Didn't see it coming. Quite literally.
DCI Fred Thursday : Who was he?
DS Endeavour Morse : His name is Robin Grey. He's a history don here. I met him yesterday - the attempted break-in.
DS Jim Strange : Last seen by the porter, going out about six last night. No-one saw him come back.
DS Endeavour Morse : [observing lipstick on Grey's mouth] Lipstick - same as Joey Sikes.
DS Jim Strange : I know you're out of practice, matey, but most women wear it. Uniform are fetching his wife in.
Dr. Max DeBryn : There is evidence of coitus.
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DS Endeavour Morse : [connecting the paintings illustrated in Eve's book to the murders] It's an artistic theme - powerful men brought down by women. Is that what this is about? Is that why they've been killed in such a specific manner?
Eve Thorne : [smiling] How would I know? Unless I killed them.
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DS Endeavour Morse : Anything?
WPC Shirley Trewlove : Quiet as the proverbial.
DS Endeavour Morse : Detective Constable Fancy. WPC Trewlove.
DC George Fancy : George.
WPC Shirley Trewlove : Pleased to meet you.
DC George Fancy : What's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?
WPC Shirley Trewlove : My job.
DC George Fancy : Hard to get, eh?
WPC Shirley Trewlove : Oh, you've no idea.
DC George Fancy : I like a challenge.
WPC Shirley Trewlove : Idiot.
DC George Fancy : Blimey! She's a bit of all right! Don't you reckon?
DS Endeavour Morse : Who, Constable Trewlove? She's a very capable officer. Doesn't suffer fools.
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DCI Fred Thursday : How did you meet Dr Grey?
Lucy Grey : At a drinks party... last February. Two months later we were married.
DS Endeavour Morse : You had no reason to doubt his fidelity? Just with his body being found the way it was, we've, well, we're bound to ask.
Lucy Grey : How was it found?
DCI Fred Thursday : There was lipstick around his mouth. And signs that physical intimacy had taken place shortly before his death.
Lucy Grey : I always knew Robin had lived... a full life. But from the moment we were married, he never once gave me any cause to think of him as anything other than devoted.
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DS Endeavour Morse : [finding Fancy listening to pop music on his car radio whilst maintaining surveillance on Eve Thorne] Is this your idea of discreet observation? It's an unmarked car, not a concert hall!
DC George Fancy : Yeah, all right.
DS Endeavour Morse : Just keep your mind on the job and make sure she doesn't try to leave.
DC George Fancy : Is she likely to?
DS Endeavour Morse : [handing over items of evidence] When you're relieved, get these booked in to Forensics at the station. Did you get the contents of Joey Sikes's suitcase booked in?
DC George Fancy : [he hasn't done this] Ohhh...
DS Endeavour Morse : Is this what I've got to look forward to? If I want something doing, I've got to do it myself?
DC George Fancy : I forgot.
DS Endeavour Morse : You're not paid to forget. You're paid to remember.
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Dr. Adrian Croxley : I must say, we were all positively chartreuse at Robin's good luck, bagging a Matilda beast. And a rowing blue to boot. Nothing in the world quite compares to a sporty girl. Strong in the wrist and firm in the hams.
DS Endeavour Morse : Do you think that kind of talk's appropriate about a young woman widowed not an hour since?
Dr. Adrian Croxley : She'd have to have been a very Messalina to keep Robin down on the farm.
DS Endeavour Morse : Is that right?
Dr. Adrian Croxley : Quite a dog in his day. Wet his nib in any ink pot. Take my word. They'll be queuing halfway up the High to offer their "condolences."
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DS Endeavour Morse : [doubting that "The Shadow" is responsible for a bungled robbery attempt] For a cracksman of international renown, it's hardly a case of now-you-see-me-now-you-don't.