‘Endeavour’ Series 1, Episode 4: ‘Home’ Review

Endeavour finale goes out on a high


And so it begins. Or should I say ‘ends’. It opens in heavy snow with the choral sounds of Faure’s In Paradisum. The lyrics ‘may angels lead you into paradise’ is a chilling omen of things to come. I expect the Endeavour body count to be high and to have my emotions strained to breaking point. I didn’t have long to wait. A hit-and-run accident claims the life of an eminent classics professor. Cue the grieving widow, sinister professors, multiple suspects and Endeavour digging in until there are handcuffs. It’s a curious contrast to have what looks like the cast of early Eastenders doing double duty in tonight’s episode however. On the other hand, I’m especially loving the Get Carter references with the name of the gangsters Sid and Gerald Fletcher.

In this last of the four pre-Morse episodes I was pleasantly surprised by the blend of musical genre. Less of the classics and more of that rock n roll jazz vibe. Think dark, edgy clubs with a live band, Rachel D’Arcy on vocals playing a jaunty ukulele, intimate red lights and cigarette girls. All this during a period when police sourced their information from newspaper men, brushed too much under the carpet when it suited and settled old scores with the gang leaders from their yesterdays with hand guns which they kept hidden in their shed just for the occasion. Righto then.

It’s bitter sweet that in this last instalment we discover more about Thursday and Endeavour’s backstories. The two open up to each other and we meet Endeavour’s family for the first time. There’s a touching ‘aww’ moment where Thursday thinks Endeavour is dating his daughter and tells him to be good to her. Contrast that with the empty conversations Endeavour has with his ailing dad. When Endeavour confirms he’s still with the police he replies, “I never liked the police”.

Somewhere in the last fifteen minutes, we find out how PC Strange qualified as a sergeant before Endeavour and what Thursday would do to protect his family and indeed to protect Endeavour.

Irritating to have about seven Viking Cruise ad breaks in the two-hour long finale. The suspense itself is murder. I’ve never wanted to get to the end of something so much even as I knew it really would be the end of this compelling, award-deserving drama. Just as I begin to hear my heart beating louder than the sound of Thursday’s gun, my mobile phone rings, yanking me out of the TV. A long distance phone call. Aargh. Rewind and rewatch. From the beginning.

Now that we’ve completed the journey of Endeavour’s transition from ‘innocence to experience’, there seems to be so much left untold in the tale of the young Morse. It appears to have ended as suddenly as it began. Guess it’s back to watching Morse clips online, wishing for a second series and of course, getting my hands on the Series 1 DVD.