Endeavour

'At The Jolly Rajah,

'we use only the freshest spices, the choicest meat

'and the highest quality vegetables,

'to bring you the very best of Indian cuisine.

'From a romantic dinner to a full wedding reception,

'The Jolly Rajah,

'only two minutes' walk from this cinema.'

'For a better Oxford, and a better Britain,

'this Thursday, 18th June, vote Conservative

'because a vote for the Conservative Party

'is a vote for a better tomorrow.'

Adam, "Danger Man", Sloane!

And all the way from Africa...

it's Johnny Simba!

'How is she, Doctor?'

Perhaps better than one might expect.

There will be good days.

'It's no accident that I use the word "invasion" advisedly.'

Because it contains the word "Asian".

Since the war, we have been literally swamped

with a tidal wave of people

from our former territories and colonies.

But we left! We gave them their countries back!

'If the British Movement is about one thing,

'it's about British jobs for British workers.'

Yes!

'British homes for British families!

'And British hospitals for British patients!'

Yes!

'It's not the colour of your passport that makes you British.

'It's the colour of your skin!' 'Yes!'

Don't let the food get cold, eh?

Salim!

'Et Voila!

'Tournedos Rossini, finished in a madeira demi-glace sauce.

'Together with a glass of rose...

'Very sexy.

'This is Oberon Prince wishing you, "Bon appetit".'

Where you going? Hey?

Where are you going?

Eh? Come on!

Of all the opera houses in all of Venice, hey?

Do you believe in sin? No.

Damnation?

It's a bit late for that, isn't it?

'Morse, come and meet my wife.'

'Some things are unforgivable, though, don't you think?'

'If I wasn't such a trusting soul, 'I'd think she'd taken a lover.

'But you wouldn't do that to me. Would you, darling?'

Morse.

Right, well, we'll be in touch.

Thank you. Thank you.

Sod it.

Jolly Rajah. Silver service.

A chicken vindaloo, pilau rice...

So, er... one lamb bhuna.

Oh! I'm sorry, chicken, er, jalfrezi, yeah. No?

Oh, oh, er...

That'll do, lads. Old style wrestling.

Dad? Dad? Let me.

I... I've got it. No, no, it's all right.

You just, er... just take a minute.

Yeah? Yes, yes. Yes, sir.

'You'll be at it for most of the afternoon.'

'You won't be the only one!' 'Oh, you saucy beggar!'

How is he? Confused, Uncle.

He keeps laying and relaying table four.

I left a message for Farook.

You don't think it could be a stroke or something, do you?

Your brother, Farook, will know. Aziz, that's the last of the night.

Five drops, and then home.

Excuse me... Boys.

Boys! Yeah.

It's my wine, you buffoon. Oh, ho-ho! Ho-ho!

Hey...

How is he?

You all right, Dad?

It's Farook.

Yes, I know who you are.

What do you want?

Mendip Gardens West.

- Oh! - Oh, 'ey!

He's more pissed than you, Simba!

Cheers!

Delivery!

Hello?

Hello?

Joan, erm... said to send her best.

Her secondment's going well? Very well.

There is talk of her staying there permanently.

They all fly the nest.

We had a letter from Sam. Hm.

Belfast, he's off to.

Seeing the world.

Morse. Ah, morning, sir.

Anything in?

Mrs Radowicz? Detective Chief Inspector Thursday.

My Sergeant, DS Morse.

We've met before, I believe. Couple of years ago.

You ran a hairdressers. Salon.

I still do.

What's all this about? It's about your son, Gary.

Is he home? No. No, he's not. He's at school.

What do you want him for?

Can you account for his movements last night?

He was here. Home with me.

You're sure about that? Quite sure, thank you.

We have an eyewitness

placing him at the scene of an assault last night.

Like to look at his room, if you don't mind?

I do mind. You wanna poke about in my house,

you'll want a warrant, won't you?

And until you've got one, you know what you can do.

- This is our country. Yours and mine. - Yes!

- Let's take it back. - Yes!

Mr Gorman. And you are?

Police.

It's all right, Nige.

I'm always happy to help Her Majesty's Constabulary.

I'm sure Her Majesty's very grateful, sir.

We've got a question about one of your supporters.

Young man called Gary Radowicz. Also calls himself Rogers.

Doesn't ring a bell.

He was at the talk that you gave on Monday night.

Was he? Mm. I really couldn't say.

I don't know each and every one of those

sympathetic to the cause, you understand.

There was a lot of people there.

A lot of people are very concerned about the state of our country.

Well, we're very concerned about young Pakistani lads

getting knifed on the street.

Terrible.

But... I can't say that I'm surprised.

You cram all of these incompatible cultures together

on one small island,

of course it's gonna lead to blood, and worse.

Sounds like a threat, Mr Gorman.

It's just an observation.

If the police can't keep the streets safe

and defend the indigenous population against outsiders, well...

...no wonder people take it into their own hands.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a seat to win.

Ah, Thursday.

Morning, sir. Morse. Sir.

Division have been asking about this Jakobsson case,

the cook at the working men's club.

We've got two women who've positively identified him

as the man who's been exposing himself along the river.

But beyond that... Random attacks, as far as we can make out.

Robbery doesn't appear to have been a motive.

What about last night's stabbing? We've got a name.

Juvenile. 15 years old. Gerwazy Radowicz.

What's that? Polish, is it?

On his father's side. AKA, Gary Rogers.

He runs with this racialist crowd. You're bringing him in, presumably.

If we can find him. At school, according to his mother.

Though, if he was involved last night,

I'd be surprised if he turned up for assembly,

but we'll take a look.

I see, well, keep me apprised of any developments.

The last thing we need is a public order issue in Election Week.

Sorry to interrupt, sir.

Couldn't do us a favour, could you, matey?

I've got court in an hour. What's this? More about last night?

No, sir. Something else.

Missing person, according to Uniform.

I see. Very well. Carry on.

I'll take the school, if you want to... Sir.

Good afternoon, Mrs...? Her name is Aziz.

She doesn't speak English. That's why I'm here.

Mrs Sardar. Nuha Sardar.

Detective Sergeant Morse.

A missing persons case, my colleague said.

Mrs Aziz's husband. He delivers food for my father-in-law's restaurant.

The Jolly Rajah?

He left the restaurant just after 11 last night

with his final delivery run, and never came home.

And how had he been lately? Anything worrying him?

She said he'd not been himself. In what way?

He had something on his mind, but couldn't tell her what it was?

So this is his final list of deliveries?

Yes. Just four addresses?

That's right.

Nobody called to say their take-away hadn't been delivered?

No. Right.

Has Mr Aziz been with you long? A couple of years.

Was he a reliable driver? Usually.

His wife said he seemed to have something on his mind.

I wondered, is there anything that had been troubling him at work?

No.

I mean, he did say that he might wish to speak with me,

but I'm afraid I just put him off.

Any idea what that might've been about?

Money.

See, his mother-in-law's coming to live with him later this month.

And I suppose he thought he might get a raise out of me.

Hm.

Can I ask who's responsible for taking these orders?

Would you like to see a menu?

Perhaps a drink while you're waiting?