Endeavour

(music from Satie's "Gymnopédie No. 1" playing)

Oi!

No petting!

The swimming pool is just that way.

And make sure you go through the disinfectant pool.

We don't want any verrucas. Hello.

One for the Ladies Slipper Baths, is it, love?

Yes, please.

A touch more hot here, please.

From Archimedes' sand reckoner,

to the Torquetum of Jabir ibn Aflah,

man has sought to create a thinking machine

that equals and even outstrips

the capabilities of his own mind.

Now with the creation of the Joint Computing Nexus...

Or J.C.N. for short...

That dream comes one step

closer to reality.

Good evening, JASON.

And we look forward to tomorrow's historic chess match

between JASON and Professor Gradenko.

I think I speak for the whole team,

when I say we're all looking forward

to meeting Yuri immensely.

Unless there are

any further questions?

Yes?

What does it eat?

Journalists.

"An Ormalu clock lay amongst the wreckage,

"its hands forever stifled at 10:28.

"A pair of welted Brogues betrayed the presence

"of the late Eduardo Sanchez.

"The body was already cooling,

"taking on the familiar stiffness of death.

"The blood, settling to the lower reaches

"of the circulatory system, had long fled

"the fine, aquiline features..."

"lending them that translucent, alabaster aspect"

"he knew all too well."

“What a piece of work is a man, '

"mused Superintendent JoHiphant."

MAN (on radio): Winning in straight sets,

the American number one seed Billie Jean King.

Science now, and excitement is mounting in Oxford

on the eve of an historic encounter

between man and machine,

as Russian computer scientist Professor Yuri Gradenko

prepares to take on the joint computing Nexus...

Also known as JASON... In a game of chess.

Morning. MORSE: Mrs. Thursday.

Go on through.

He won't be a minute.

Morning, sir.

Morse.

A body's come up below Magdalen bridge.

The clothes match the description

of a missing person from a month ago.

A Professor Neilsen from Lovelace College.

Angler.

Uniform are on scene,

but they'd like us to take a look.

Suspicious?

You never know.

Well, you can handle that, can't you?

Drop me by the tobacconist on your way.

Don't forget I'm out tonight.

Oh, are you? I told you, Keep Fit.

I'll leave you something to warm through.

Right.

I should hear

about my Sergeant's exam today.

Results are out.

You'll be off then.

Well, no.

Not altogether.

There's a vacancy coming up on nights.

Don't wait.

I can walk in from here.

Morning.

Who found him?

Oh, Beaufort hearty, out for a run.

Just before 7:00.

This floated loose when we were bringing

the body to shore.

Forensics might be able

to make something of it.

Big day today, isn't it?

Just don't expect me to salute.

Good luck.

Morning.

Keep upwind if I were you.

Four weeks in the drink.

Makes for a very slippery customer.

This one's as ripe and runny as a rancid Roquefort.

Is it him?

It's a him.

Further, I shouldn't care to hazard.

For whom were you hoping?

Dr. Richard Neilsen.

Research fellow up at Lovelace, keen fisherman.

Went missing around the end of term.

That would certainly accord with the condition of the corpus.

Contents of the wallet are pulp, I'm afraid.

This though.

It isn't engraved, but someone might recognize it.

Foul play?

I need to get him back and pop him on the radiator for a bit

before I can give you a definitive answer.

Stones in his pockets.

Suicide, most likely.

I don't suppose there's a note?

Oh, he'll have had his reasons, I expect.

Love's very popular.

The want of it.

A broken heart.

Where do you stand with all that?

Suicide?

Love.

Bit early in the day

for metaphysics, isn't it?

"And one was fond of me:

and all are slain."

Love and fishing.

Sooner or later it all comes down to the same thing.

The one that got away.

Not bad for a jumped up letter-sorter, eh?

How's that?

Well, that's what JASON was built for.

Mister Benn's nationwide

six-figure postal coding system.

Dad!

There you are!

Oh, you excuse me... I'm Professor Amory.

My daughter, Patricia.

Detective Constable Morse, City Police.

Professor. Miss Amory.

Actually, it's Dr. Amory.

But I prefer Pat.

What... what can we do for you, Constable?

I believe Richard Neilsen is a colleague of yours.

Yes, certainly.

Integral member of the team.

Is there news?

I'm afraid a body was recovered from just below Magdalen Bridge

about an hour ago.

The clothes on the body match the description we have

of those he was last seen wearing.

Sorry to have to tell you.

Well, we... we knew his, fishing tackle had been found,

but X... 1 suppose we hoped that he...

had some kind of breakdown and wandered off somewhere.

The whole of the scientific world will be looking at us,

especially Russia!

I'm just telling you how it is.

And if JASON breaks down because you're too tight

to run to a pack of fuses?

We're all gonna look pretty bloody stupid, aren't we?

Do excuse my colleagues.

Passions are inclined to run a little high

on the eve of an important experiment such as ours.

Yeah, that's right, the rest of the time

we're just one big happy family.

This gentleman is from the police.

He's here about Richard.

They've found a body.

In the Cherwell.

What?

Good God, no.

It's a mistake, surely.

You're... sure it's him?

We recovered this from the body.

It's Richard's.

I gave it to him.

Had anything been troubling him?

Well, he was under enormous pressure with work.

But otherwise, I...?

You think he killed himself?

No.

No, I won't believe it.

Not Richard.

What about money worries?

Well, if he had got

into pecuniary difficulties,

it's certainly not something he shared with any of us.

Dr. Neilsen's office is just along here, sir.

Thank you.

MAN (on TV)“. Splendid backhand pass...

What's all that?

It's the personal effects of Dr. Richard Neilsen.

Been in the property store four weeks.

Thought I'd take a look.

Suicide, isn't it? Supposedly.

Where's, uh...?

Gone to lunch.

Ah, Morse...