Quotes
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DI Fred Thursday : A policeman's lot is not a happy one, I'm told, but the lot of a policeman's wife hardly gets a mention. But while I've been out, running around, nabbing villains and uh generally playing silly buggers, the real brains of the outfit has made a house a home, rasised two children - our children - seen 'em off to school each morning, clean and smart, and somehow, even with all that to do, there's always been a hot meal for me when I get home. Twenty-five years ago I got the best bit of luck any man ever had. The toast is: my Win.
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DI Fred Thursday : You never thought to go back after your husband died?
Luisa Armstrong : There's nothing for me there.
DI Fred Thursday : Family?
Luisa Armstrong : No.
DI Fred Thursday : You shouldn't be alone, too much life in you for that.
Luisa Armstrong : I should find someone to take care of me, you mean? Who? A policeman?
DI Fred Thursday : We were friends once.
Luisa Armstrong : That's the last thing we were. Friendship takes time. What did we have? Two months? Three? If that. There wasn't room for friendship, too.
DI Fred Thursday : Don't tell me. I was there. I remember everything. Everything. Every moment like nothing before or since. It's here. Still. Forever. The scene of the pines. The sun on the water. So vivid. And you. All above everything, I remember you.
Luisa Armstrong : Don't.
DI Fred Thursday : Your eyes.
Luisa Armstrong : You can't say these things. You can't, not to me.
DI Fred Thursday : I've no-one else to say them to.
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DI Fred Thursday : [unwrapping his sandwiches] Let's see what we shall see.
DC Endeavour Morse : You'll see ham and tomato.
[Thursday finds that combination]
DC Endeavour Morse : Thursday.
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Chief Superintendent Reginald Bright : [reading the diary of the murdered woman, with its confessions of adultery] What do they want?
DI Fred Thursday : Passion would seem to be the long and the short of it, sir.
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DI Fred Thursday : The coroner was wrong. "Died of wounds." That's what we used to put. Those that didn't die at once. A week. A month. Years, some of 'em. Bullet. Bit of shrapnel. Works its way to the heart. She died of wounds.
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Luisa Armstrong : What do you want, Fredo? I'm not her. She died. Remember the girl you knew.
DI Fred Thursday : I have. Always.
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Chief Superintendent Reginald Bright : [when Morse has queried the findings of DI Chard] A junior officer calling the work of a senior Detective Inspector into question? Mr. Merchant's been charged. Are you sure about this?
DI Fred Thursday : Wedding and engagement rings are missing in all cases. Could go long, sir. I'd be glad of Morse if you can spare him from this report.
Chief Superintendent Reginald Bright : Oh. Yes - yes, I suppose. Probably best to keep him out of DI Chard's way.Not everyone has my forgiving nature.
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DI Fred Thursday : [recalling the war, and his reason for thinking Luisa dead] When nobody arrived at the rendezvous, I made my way back to the villa with Lupo. We saw from the olive grove, through binoculars. They had you lined up against the white wall. Francesca I recognized first - that red dress. Then I saw you beside her. I saw you fall. I thought you were dead. I tried to get down, but Lupo cold-cocked me. Just as well - more than likely, I'd have got them killed as well. When I came to, it was dark. A cave somewhere. He said they'd got everyone.
Luisa Armstrong : [meaningfully] They did.
