(somber music) - Which one are you?
- Morse, sir.
- You're here on merit.
Not that you'd know by the state of you.
You might've found time to run an iron, and that shirt looks like you slept in it.
You wonder what goes on in a marriage.
- I know what goes on in yours.
Luncheon meat.
- [Thursday] Right.
What have we got today?
- Monday, cheese and pickle.
Tuesday, luncheon meat.
- Don't ruin it, anticipation's half the fun.
Cheese and pickle, what do you know?
- What day is it?
- Corned beef.
- It's Friday.
- Don't ever blame yourself.
- If I'd have been quicker off the mark.
- You were there at the end, nobody else.
You had the chance to run, to look to your own neck, you didn't.
You stood.
A pinch like that, it's not brain that counts, it's guts.
I see you were looked to.
Found someone to take you on without your series sergeant.
McKnight, maybe.
McKnight's good.
One for the road?
- I didn't study at Oxford to work under McKnight.
- It's called the chain of command.
- Well, you're worth 100 of his salt.
Don't forget it, because I won't.
- I've had my go.
It's your time now.
- I'm not ready.
- You've always been ready.
You just needed someone to tell you, is all.
In the end, we all pick a team.
Or a team picks you.
- I was always the last to be chosen, the one neither side wanted on the team.
- I chose you.
- Well, I'm not the fool I was.
- I quite liked that fool.
Well to be honest, I've just got used to having him around.
He has ever been the best and wisest of men, and a better friend to me than I could've wished for, or deserved.
- Go on, I can manage.
- I know you can.
To the end, then.
- To the end.
(gentle music)
