(patrons chattering) (sighs) - Same again, then?

- I don't know, Jack.

- Come on, mate, it's only half-past nine.

- And I have to be up at six.

- Bloody shipyard.

Sit on your backside all day.

What have you got to worry about?

Ted, same again.

- Come on, gentlemen, you've had enough to drink.

Time you were going home.

- He's right, Jack, come on.

I'll walk you home.

- Get off me!

(glass shatters) (woman gasps) - [Derek] Jack.

- I don't need you to walk me home.

I'm not a girl, I'm not a child.

- Jack, that's not what I meant.

- You think I'm scared of the dark?

- I'll have no fighting in here.

You leave quiet, or I'll call the law.

- Yeah?

I'm not scared of them.

I'm not scared of nothing!

- Come on, Jack, let's just-- - Get off me.

(patrons gasping) (gun clicks) - Bloody hell!

- You don't know what's like to be scared, Derek.

(tense music) You got a nice, cushy number.

Shop steward.

Suppose someone put a bullet right between your eyes.

- Fetch a copper.

- Where the hell did you get that from, Jack?

Come on.

Put it down.

- Ticking clock, Derek.

Now you know what it feels like.

- 10, nine, eight-- - Stop it, Jack.

- Excuse me.

- Scram.

- I'm with the police, actually.

- [Ted] Police?

- Well, sort of.

I was just having a drink, and I really think you should put that down.

- Why don't you make me?

- You're not gonna shoot anybody.

We're all on the same side, so why don't you put the gun down and we'll all sit and talk it through over another beer?

- He is not having any more.

- Come on.

You don't want to get yourself into any more trouble, do you?

Give me the gun.

- Do as she says, Jack, come on.

(tense music) - I'm just trying to make a point, that's all.

- Yes, I think, I think you've made your point.

- That's him, he was waving a gun.

- [Constable] You'd better come with me.

- He didn't mean anything.

- What's your name?

- His name's Jack Archer.

- [Constable] R.E.s, are you?

Come on, then.

- [Derek] I'll come, too.

- [Constable] Who are you?

- [Derek] I'm his mate, Woodgate, Derek Woodgate.

(patrons murmuring) - That was very brave of you, miss, taking him on like that.

- Not really, I think he was just showing off.

I mean, I don't even think it's loaded.

(gun fires) (glass shatters) (patrons gasping) (patrons murmuring) Uh.

(coughs) (sighs) (mysterious uneasy music) - Good morning.

Assistant Commissioner Rose for Detective Chief Superintendent Foyle.

- Is he expecting you, sir?

- Whether he's expecting me or not is neither here nor there.

Can you show me to his office?

- Right this way, sir.

(mysterious uneasy music) (phone ringing) (knocking) - Foyle.

- Commissioner.

- [Rose] I hope I'm not interrupting.

- Uh, well, um, since you mention it, there are better moments, but-- - Are you busy?

- [Christopher] Yes.

- What with?

- Well, um, there's a group operating along the coast here, stealing anything from tires to steel and timber and selling it on to private contractors.

- Nothing too important.

I can't see the war effort being harmed by the loss of a few tires.

(chuckling) - I wouldn't exactly agree, sir.

- Wouldn't you?

- No, I wouldn't.

Atlantic Convoys, for example, are suffering since shipyards can't patch up vessels when welding plates have gone missing.

Trains carrying troops and supplies can't run when there are no materials for basic repairs.

Petty crime, perhaps, but it's, um, it's having a very significant effect on the war effort.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, well, all right, all right.

What are you gonna do about it, hm?

- Oh, we've managed to set up a company of builders' merchants operated by ourselves.

It's taken us three months to do it.

- I'm sure you can delegate.

Something else has come up.

And I want you to take charge of it personally.

Have you heard of the People's Convention?

- Uh, left-wing intellectuals based in London.

- There's nothing intellectual about them.

They're a group of Communist agitators stirring up trouble for no reason at all.

They're talking about people's government, people's peace.

Dangerous fifth-column nonsense.

- Though not exactly illegal, as far as I'm aware.

- One of their leaders is a man called Raymond Carter.

Now, I've had word he's coming down this way.

He's booked into the Regency Hotel here in Hastings with his fiancé.

I want you to keep an eye on him.

- Bit short on time, sir, some-- - I'm the one who decides what you do with your time.

Carter's talking to trade unionists, local councilors.

Look here, you're the one that's talking about railway lines and shipyards.

He's a Bolshie firebrand.

He could do untold damage, disrupting day-to-day work with his ideas.

- I can't stop him having meetings.

- Well, you, you can arrest him on sedition, if the need arises.

- I remember the need arising to arrest me on sedition, not so very long ago.

(laughs) - Well, it was a misunderstanding, eh?

- Isn't this?

- That's what I want you to look into.

Keep an eye on him.

See who he meets.

That sort of thing.

Then you can report back.

- And what do you suggest that I do with everything else?

- This comes first.

(chattering) (saw buzzing) - Paul.

- [Paul] Can I help you?

- You're the captain, right?

- [Paul] That's right.

- I got word I might be able to help you out.

- I'm sorry, I don't have any vacancies.

- I'm not looking for a job.

- Then how can you help me?

- Are you looking for materials?

- Everyone's looking for materials.

- Well, not everyone's looking in the right place.

(mysterious music) What are you after?

- I've got a job over in Eastbourne.

Private air raid shelter.

We've dug the hole, but we need to shore it up, put the roof on.

Bits and bobs.

Have a look.

- I can get all of this.

- Where from?

- Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies.

That's how the song goes.

- All right.

How much?

- That's better.

15 pounds up front, and 15 more when I deliver.

- 15 pounds is a lot of money to give somebody I've never met before.

How do I know that I can trust you?

- Now you're asking silly questions again.

- All right, give me your name.

You know my name, I think it should work both ways.

- My name's Kimble.

Ian Kimble.

- How long will it take?

- We can do it tonight.

You'll need a lorry.

After work, eight o'clock, all right?

The old transformer factory at the end of Blackwood Lane.

- Yep, I know it, I'll be there.

- Bring the rest of the money, and I don't want to see anyone with you.

- I'll need someone to help me carry the stuff.

- One man, one lorry, that's all you'll need.

(mysterious music) - [Paul] See where he goes.

(mysterious music) (steam whistle howling) (chattering) (mysterious music) - Miss Stewart.

I wonder if I could have a word?

- Don't tell me, I've parked in front of the entrance again.

- No, it's nothing like that.

No, it's about that business the other night at The King's Head.

- What?

- Young lad with a gun.

- Oh.

How did you hear about that?

- Didn't you get the invitation?

Jack Archer.

- He's the one marrying Gwen?

- Yes.

- I've had his name on my mantelpiece, but, I didn't realize it was that Jack Archer.

- They were at school together.

They've always been sweethearts.

- Oh, dear.

It's a bit embarrassing, isn't it?

- You can say that again.

- Well, he was a bit drunk, that's all.

- I know that, he's a good lad, really, and that's why I was wondering if you'd be prepared to put in a word for him.

You were there, you know he wasn't really gonna hurt anyone.

- You want me to go to court?

- I just thought if you went up before the magistrate, you know, as a witness.

- I'd be glad to.

How is Gwen?

I haven't seen her for a while.

- She's been working, that's why.

What with this wedding.

- He's a sapper.

I suppose that must put him under a lot of pressure.

- Oh, yes.

It certainly does.

(hammer banging) (uneasy music) (distant chattering) - [Jack] It's a 15.

- [Ralph] Mm-hmm.

- [Jack] You done the ring?

- Yep.

(thudding) - It's a straight Crabtree, then?

- [Ralph] Yes.

- And it's sunny side up, bit of luck, that.

- Yes, Jack, this is a really marvelously lucky day.

I'm stuck in the mud in a big bloody hole with you and a bomb, when I could be really unlucky and taking Margaret Lockwood out to tea.

(chattering) - Looks like a bad one.

What is it, then, 2,000 pounds?

(hammer thudding) - [Ralph] Have you finished?

(thudding) - Yep.

- Then why don't you get the hell out of here and leave me to get on with this?

- [Jack] Right, sir.

- Coming up, it's Jack.

- There's one of them.

(distant chattering) - Do you want me to move these people back a bit?

I can do that if you want.

(distant chattering) (breathing heavily) Everything all right, then?

- [Jack] What?

- You got the fuse out yet?

- Ernie, get the char up.

- He didn't talk much.

- It's 'cause he doesn't hear much, that's why.

- Typical bloody Jerry, dropping a bomb in a children's playground.

I bet they meant it as well.

(clanking) How long will this take?

(clanking) (breathing heavily) (tense music) (soft thudding) (soft chattering) (soft thudding) (tense music) (tools clanging) (strained breathing) (exhales sharply) (squeaking) (dramatic tense music) (watch ticking) - Oh, no, no, no, thank you.

That's very kind of you, but I can manage it myself.

- Raymond, really.

- I think I can carry my own cases, darling.

I certainly don't need the help of a 14-year-old boy.

- You do have to make a point about everything.

- Of course.

- Oh, yes, a Mr. and Mrs. Carter.

They telephoned this morning, but they've not arrived yet.

- I see.

Thank you.

- Good afternoon.

My name's Raymond Carter, I made a reservation.

- Oh, yes, sir.

This gentleman was just asking for you.

- [Raymond] Oh, yes?

- Yes, how do you do?

The name's Foyle, um, but this can wait.

- I don't think we've met.

- No, you're right, we haven't.

- He's a policeman, I think.

- That's right.

- Ah, here to check up on me, already.

That was very quick.

- No, I just, um, making sure you'd arrived safely.

- Well, I think you were just making sure I'd arrived.

Not quite the same thing.

I hope you don't mind if I don't talk to you right now.

We've had a rather beastly journey.

I need a wash and brush-up, as does my wife.

- Of course.

- Why don't you join us for lunch tomorrow, Mr. Foyle?

I'm sure you'll want to know what we're up to, and we'll be very glad to tell you all.

- That's a splendid idea.

Shall we say one o'clock?

- Kind of you, thank you.

(distant chattering) (sighs) - [Woman] Look up at me.

- Mm-hm.

- [Woman] Okay.

(squeaking) (uplifting music) - Oh, there he is, there.

- Ah!

- Oh!

(chattering) - [Man] Well done, sir!

- [Ralph] Over to you, chaps.

There she is.

- [Man In Blue] You've got the fuse, then?

- Yep.

- The gaine?

- That's what it's called.

Right, you can pull her out now.

- Hope you're not gonna forget my clearance certificate.

- No, glad you mentioned it, completely slipped my mind.

Thank you.

- Excuse me.

- Yes.

- My name's Brenda Wilson.

I live here, just down the road.

And I want you to know I think what you do really is the tops.

- Thank you.

- Me and the others, we've had a whip-round.

Just to show we're grateful.

Hold your hand out.

Here we are.

(coins clinking) You have a drink on us.

- Thank you, we'll do that.

- Are you allowed to keep that, then?

(crowd applauding) - No, all money received has to be paid into the Royal Engineers Association bank.

I'll send you the receipt.

Twerp.

(laughing) - Sir, I think our luck's finally changed.

A man called Ian Kimble came to see me this afternoon.

He hasn't got a record, but I had him followed, and he went back to Talbot's yard.

- Well, plenty of stuff there to get his hands on.

- [Paul] I got the impression that he was working on his own.

I don't think he's part of a gang.

- Is he on their payroll?

- I didn't want to check him out, just in case he found out that we were onto him.

- Right.

- [Paul] We're meeting this evening.

- Can you handle this?

- Yes, sir, I don't see why not.

- All right, I'll be at home if you need me.

- [Paul] I'm sure we won't, sir.

- It was a thousand kilos underneath the playground off the high street.

- Why hadn't it gone off?

- Don't know.

Probably too low, or it could have been a dodgy fuse.

Bloody Jerries.

They call themselves the master race, and they can't even make a decent bomb.

- I wish you didn't have to do it.

- If I had a quid for every time you said that.

- You should transfer.

- They won't even consider it for another month.

Till then, there's only one way out.

At least it's quick and painless.

- Don't say that!

Don't ever say that.

- Maybe they'll lock me up.

Mr. Hammond says that's what I'm hoping for.

- Why did you do it, Jack?

Why were you carrying a gun?

- A mate gave it to me.

He got it off a German NCO at Dunkirk.

He said it would bring me luck.

- It's done nothing of the sort.

- I'm still in one piece, aren't I?

- [Eric] Evening, Jack.

- Mr. Rivers.

- You coming in for tea, then?

- No, sir, thanks all the same.

- You're not going out boozing?

- Dad!

- No, I'm gonna go home and get an early night.

Will you be at court tomorrow?

- Of course I'll be there.

- You taking time off work?

- They gave me the morning off, Dad.

I'm not gonna let him be there on his own.

- All right.

Well, see you inside, then.

Night, Jack.

- Night, sir.

- I told them it was my time of the month.

(touching music) - Well, I'll see you, then.

- I don't know how you could do it.

Pulling out a gun?

- Well, it was a mascot.

Didn't even know it was loaded.

- You're an idiot, Jack Archer.

- Yeah?

(touching music) (lorry rumbling) (lorry doors thudding) - How many of you are there?

- Just me and the driver.

- I want to see both of you.

I've got everything you want.

Wood, steel, girders, joists.

The lot.

- [Paul] You bring it here by yourself?

- What's it matter to you?

Where's the dosh?

- I'm afraid I don't have the money, Mr. Kimble.

We're police officers, and you're under arrest.

- What?

You lousy bleeder!

(gun clicks) You stay where you are!

- You fire that, and you'll hang.

- Back off!

- Put it down.

(gun fires) (Paul grunts) (energetic music) - Get after him!

(groaning) (energetic music) (distant chattering) - This is Chief Superintendent Foyle for Mr. Talbot.

- [Guard] Alf!

- [Alf] Righto.

- Very nice to meet you again, Mr. Foyle.

- Yes, it was-- - It was Sibley Rotary Group.

And you spoke to us just before Christmas.

- Right.

- This is my brother, Peter.

Now, Peter heads up the Community Service Committee.

Please, won't you sit down, Mr. Foyle?

- Thank you.

- Yes, we raised 50 pounds partly thanks to you, Mr. Foyle.

- Oh, good, yes, for Coventry.

What's left of it.

- [Mark] Yeah, I was there in January.

Terrible what the Germans have done.

- Yeah.

- Beautiful cathedral.

I was married there, you know?

- Are you from the Midlands?

- No, no, we we're born and brought up in Saltfleet, so we've been around ships just about all our lives.

- And how long have you been here now?

- This used to be the Hannaford Shipyard, and we bought it when old John Hannaford died.

- '37.

- Never expected to end up at the coalface, but, well, the war wasn't part of our business plan.

- [Peter] Bloody war, bloody waste of time.

- [Mark] Sorry, Peter?

- Bloody waste of time.

What did the Poles ever mean to us?

(uneasy music) - Yes, well, Peter and I don't agree on everything, but let's not go into that now.

So how can I help you, Mr. Foyle?

- Oh, I was wondering if you've got a man working here called Ian Kimble?

- Kimble, no, that doesn't ring any bells, does it?

- We've got 400 men working here, we can't know them all.

- We've got 400 men and women.

Yes, we've got women riveters.

We've got painters, even welders.

Everything's changed.

- We'll be into prefabrication soon.

We've got the Yanks to thank for that.

- Ian Kimble, now, maybe I can help you, Mr. Foyle.

Uh.

Yes, hello.

could you bring in the wages book, please, Miss Hargreaves?

Thank you.

You see, if he's on the payroll, then he'll be in the book.

- Right.

Is that a destroyer I saw out there?

- Aye, she's in for repairs, yeah, yeah.

We only work for the Admiralty and the Ministry of Shipping now.

It makes life easier, but we're still working hell for leather most of the time.

- 'Round the clock.

- The way these ships get beaten up in the North Atlantic.

We have to get 'em out again.

Tomorrow isn't soon enough.

- We've got people out there working 14-hour days.

- When the unions let us.

Thank you, Miss Hargreaves.

Thank you, right, let's have a look.

Uh, please, Mr. Foyle, come and see.

- Yeah.

- Uh, look, so that's going to 119.

And Keane, Kettle, Killick.

There we are, Kimble.

Oh, uh, yes, he works in the storeroom.

Would you like me to call him up?

- No, not necessary.

Got an address for him?

- Yes, 37 Orchard Street.

- Right, thank you.

- May I ask what he's done, Mr. Foyle?

- Well, it, um.

Do you have a problem with stock going missing at all here?

- No.

No, no, no, we keep an inventory of everything.

We run a very tight ship, don't we?

No, there's no way anything goes out from here without our knowing about it.

- Right, thank you very much.

- Thank you.

And any way that we can be of help, you just give us a call.

- Thank you.

- Miss Hargreaves will see you out, Mr. Foyle.

- Thank you so much.

- Corporal Archer is an exemplary member of my squad.

I'd like to mention that since he joined me, he's been involved in 28 UXBs, one of which exploded, killing an officer and wounding several others.

His behavior at The King's Head was completely out of character.

- He was intoxicated.

- Well, yes, ma'am, but if you'd been sitting in a hole with 1,000 kilograms of high explosive and a ticking fuse between your legs, you might need a drink too.

- Thank you.

I understand there's a further witness here.

A Miss Stewart.

- I hereby swear by Almighty God to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

- You're with the police?

- Yes, ma'am.

I'm a police driver.

- And you were at the public house on the night in question?

- Yes, but I have to tell you, Jack Archer didn't mean anything by it.

- He was aiming a loaded pistol at another man's head.

- Yes, but he didn't know it was loaded.

And he wasn't really aiming.

- That is not true!

- Thank you, Mr. Roberts.

Miss Stewart, you're contradicting everything we've been told.

- Well, what I mean is he was waving the gun at everyone and everywhere, but, um, well, he certainly didn't aim it at me.

- What?

- Well, he pointed the gun at me when he gave it to me, but he had no intention of firing it.

Um.

And may I say, ma'am, that Corporal Archer is a hero.

And what he's doing is quite marvelous.

And I would be quite ready to go to prison in his place.

- I beg your pardon?

- Well, I was the one who fired the gun in the end.

- You fired the gun?

- Accidentally.

Nobody was hurt.

- Thank you, Miss Stewart.

(spectators murmuring) Corporal Archer, you have committed a very grave breach of the peace.

And the fact that you were carrying a firearm is particularly serious.

In normal circumstances, you would be facing a jail sentence.

However, we accept that you have been working under severe mental strain.

And in this instance, one of the witnesses may have done more damage than yourself.

The weapon has been surrendered?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Then we are dismissing you with a caution.

(sighs) You may resume your duties.

(uplifting music) - [Man] You all right, son?

- Don't you get yourself in any more trouble, Jack Archer.

- What about you?

They'll dock you a day's pay.

- Oh, I don't mind.

I wasn't gonna let you be here on your own.

(clears throat) - Sorry to interrupt you, Corporal, but, um, what was it, now?

Oh, yes, of course, there's a war on.

Come on.

- I'll see you soon.

- Bye-bye.

- Hello, Gwen, how are you?

- Sam, better now, thanks to you.

Thank you for what you said.

- I was glad to help.

And congratulations!

- Oh, the wedding!

Thanks, are you coming?

- Am I coming?

Of course, I wouldn't miss it for the world.

- Listen, I don't suppose you fancy a cup of tea and a sandwich or something?

We're only 'round the corner.

- [Samantha] As long as your father doesn't report me to Mr. Foyle.

- [Gwen] I'm absent without leave too.

Come on, this way.

- I was at the yard where you work today.

- An investigation?

- Stolen supplies.

I don't suppose you know a man called Ian Kimble, do you?

- No.

But there's loads of people there, though.

- [Samantha] What exactly do you do?

- Promise you won't laugh.

I'm a welder.

- Why would I laugh?

That's marvelous.

- I quite enjoy it.

It's more fun than my last job and better paid.

I still get less than the men, though.

- Yeah, I bet.

- It's not fair, really.

I'm just as good as them.

I learned about it in my last job.

- The cake shop?

- Yeah.

- I don't see the connection.

- Welding's a bit like icing cakes.

Though I shouldn't be talking about cakes right now.

- Oh, yes, the wedding.

- Yeah, two weeks away.

I don't know what we're gonna do.

- It's good to see you.

- And you.

- And next time you'll come to the yard, eh?

- Do you think I'll be welcome?

- Like I was telling you, Mr. Carter, there's a lot of us who believe in what you're saying.

And, well, things will change.

- Good luck.

- Thank you.

- Mr. Foyle.

- Yes.

- I've booked a table in the hotel restaurant.

- [Christopher] Right.

- We can't have a cake for the wedding.

Well, we can, but we're not allowed icing.

There's a sugar order, would you believe it?

We can have chocolate, but it's not the same.

Mm.

I can't get confetti, either, so I've got the girls in the office saving up the little bits of paper you get from punches, paper punches.

We've had to fight to get film for the photographs.

- Why don't you wait until after the war's over?

- That's what Dad says.

I can't wait for Jack.

You know the work he does, and if we wait, we might never... Oh, I'm sorry.

(touching music) I love him.

I've always loved him, and I just, I just want-- - I'm sorry, Gwen, I didn't mean to upset you.

Here, have a hanky.

I'm sure you'll get through it all right.

There were fewer bombs last week.

Maybe the Germans are running out.

- I haven't even got a maid of honor.

Jenny's in America, she can't come over.

- Why don't you ask one of the welders?

In fact, you could have a whole bunch of them standing outside the church, wielding their welding rods.

- It's a registry office.

- You don't need a cake.

You don't need anything.

As long as you have each other.

- I don't suppose, well, I suppose I should have thought of you in the first place, really, but, would you be my maid of honor?

If it weren't for you, Jack might not even be free to get married.

- Of course, I'd be delighted.

- Really?

- Yes, why not?

I love weddings.

My father's a vicar.

- I know Jack will be pleased.

He was grateful for you turning up the way you did.

- There's only one problem.

Maid of honor.

How am I going to get a dress?

- [Lucinda] I'm very glad you agreed to join us, Mr. Foyle.

If you're going to investigate us, this is the more civilized way.

- [Christopher] How did you know, by the way, that I was a policeman, Miss, um-- - Sheridan, but please call me Lucinda.

It was a lucky guess, really.

Although you could say I know a thing or two about authority figures.

- Lucinda Sheridan the artist?

- You know my work?

- I do, my wife was a watercolorist.

- Are you investigating us?

- Uh, no.

No, I'm just interested in why you're here.

- Well, we're holding a series of meetings, informal.

- The People's Convention?

- We want improved living standards, improved air raid shelters.

I don't see any crime in that.

- Well, there isn't, but you're also demanding self-determination for the colonies, restoration of trade union rights, friendship with the USSR.

- You've been doing your homework.

- And at a time like this, in a defense area like this, political activity such as this could be construed as provocative.

- The government has been throwing the rule book at us.

Regulation 2D.

They used it to close down the Daily Worker.

The one paper that really supported us.

- Artists and writers are being banned by the BBC.

- Alan Bush, one of our sympathizers.

They even tossed out J.B. Priestley.

- They're running scared.

- This war is a mess.

They know it, they got us into it.

And we're all suffering as a result of it.

- Of course you're perfectly entitled to your opinion, and far be it from me to try to stop you.

- Oh, so, um, why are you here, then?

Come on, Mr. Foyle.

You think I don't see it?

Getting friendly with us so you can what?

Arrest us in the middle of the night?

You're just a small cog in the government machine.

- Raymond.

- The real war that's going on at the moment is a class war.

The people who are getting slaughtered in France and Africa are being sent there by officers who owe their rank simply to the public schools they attended.

We're all being kept in our place.

That's why you're here.

- Listen, thank you for the invitation, but I have a feeling you'd enjoy your lunch a little better without me.

- Afraid to be seen with me.

Well, you wouldn't be the first.

- Mr. Carter, Miss Sheridan.

(patrons chattering) - Mr. Foyle.

Mr. Foyle, I wanted to apologize to you.

Raymond was very offensive just now.

He believes passionately in the People's Convention.

Sometimes he gets carried away.

But he's a good man.

He's as much against the Nazis as anyone.

- I'm sure.

- People have written horrible things about him.

He was a journalist, but nobody will publish what he writes anymore.

They call him a defeatist.

A Communist.

But we went to Coventry together.

We saw what had happened there.

The suffering of the people.

We can't bear the thought that it'll happen again.

Maybe here.

- You think I don't feel the same?

- Of course not.

Raymond shouldn't have spoken to you like that.

- It would certainly make my life a lot easier if you and Mr. Carter felt able to return to London at your earliest convenience.

- Is that a warning?

- No, no, no, just a suggestion.

Sam.

- [Samantha] Sir.

- How did you get on?

- Oh, fine, sir.

They let him off.

- Well done.

- [Paul] Sir.

- [Christopher] How's the arm?

- Oh, hardly notice it.

I don't know why I've got all this.

Ian Kimble.

Nothing from the Department of Labour.

He hasn't been issued with an identity card or ration books.

- And the address he gave us doesn't exist?

- No, but I did finally find an Ian Kimble.

I checked with Somerset House.

He's a local man, born in 1920.

- And?

- Died when he was 17.

He's buried at St. Mark's.

- Right.

- [Mark] We didn't expect to see you again quite this soon, Mr. Foyle.

Not that you're not very welcome.

Anything we can do to help?

- [Peter] We're already checking the main inventory.

Checked it myself this afternoon.

There's nothing astray.

- [Christopher] Good.

- [Mark] So, what can we do for you?

- Oh, it's this man Ian Kimble.

- Ah, now, he didn't clock in this morning.

- Well, I'm not surprised.

He's been dead for four years.

- Sorry?

- Whoever you've got here is just using the name.

I'd like to speak to anybody who works with him.

- Well, you're more than welcome to try, Mr. Foyle, but seems there's nobody here that knows him very well.

- What sort of identification did he give when you employed him?

- The usual papers.

I suppose they could have been false.

- And how is he paid?

- Cash in an envelope at the end of the week.

He'd have had to sign for it, but, uh-- (air raid siren wails) Listen, I suggest we continue this conversation in the shelter, Mr. Foyle.

- Never bloody ends.

(air raid siren wails) (Klaxon blaring) (distant explosions booming) (chattering) - Sam!

(distant explosions booming) (siren wailing) (bombs whistling) (booming explosions) - [Man] This way, now, come on, this way.

Quick as you can.

(airplane engines humming) (booming explosions) (man coughing) (distant rumbling) (bomb whistling) (booming explosion) - [Boy] I don't like it.

When it shakes.

(bomb whistling) (loud clattering) (phone ringing) - Captain Hammond here.

Right, thank you so much.

Jack, Ernie, terribly sorry to interrupt your tea break, but we've had a call out, category A1.

- Where?

- [Ralph] The shipyard, Talbot's.

(chattering) (tense music) Ernie, can you get the lads?

- It's the bomb squad, sir.

Hasn't the bomb gone off yet?

- Doesn't look like it.

- Mark and I had better go in and check the damage.

- Is that a good idea?

I mean, what is this place?

- Don't worry, it's just part of the old shipyard.

It hasn't been used for years.

It's been derelict since-- - Shouldn't we clear this area, then?

- Yes, yes, we will see to that, mm-hm.

- It's Jack Archer, sir.

- Who's in charge here?

- The man with the gun in the pub.

- This is our shipyard.

- You could help me move these people back at least 100 yards.

- Why, are you going in there?

- Since you've got a UXB in there, it would seem to be a good idea.

- [Peter] There is no UXB, it went off.

- [Ralph] You think so?

- [Peter] You can see for yourself.

(chattering) - If the bomb had gone off, all the windows would be blown out.

No scorch marks, no splinter damage.

What's inside?

- Old boats, hulls, relics.

Nothing of any value.

- Right, we'll take a look.

Will you move back?

Please.

You two, with me.

(chattering) (soft creaking) There.

(soft footsteps pattering) It's a Herman.

(debris clattering) (mysterious music) At least it's sunny side up.

Makes life a little easier.

- Jack, look at this.

- Not now, Ernie.

- No, take a look.

- [Jack] Bloody hell.

- [Ernie] Psst!

- The bomb's over here, chaps.

(tense music) (exhales sharply) (laughs) - How much do you reckon?

- [Jack] I don't know, a grand, 10 grand maybe.

- [Ernie] 50, more like.

(tense music) - Well, I have to say, Mr. Foyle, this does put things into perspective, doesn't it?

- What do you mean?

- Well, this was no accident, this bomb falling here.

We're obviously the target.

It makes you think.

We're in the front line, so an attack like this, it's life and death.

Makes a few missing supplies seem like pretty small beer by comparison, doesn't it?

- Well, I couldn't agree more.

On the other hand, didn't you just tell me there aren't any missing supplies?

But there's a better time for this.

I'll be back.

You've got men posted at bus and railway stations looking for Kimble, yeah?

- Yes, sir.

And there are roadblocks on all the main roads.

- We should get a list of everyone working in the storeroom.

- Yes, sir.

- [Mark] So, did you find anything?

- Yes, sir, quite a big thing, as a matter of fact.

A Herman, not hard to spot.

- And what's a Herman?

- 1,000-kilogram bomb.

Can't think how it got there.

It might just have fallen through the roof.

- So can you defuse it?

- It's a tricky one.

28A fuse, antidisturbance.

The slightest vibration could set it off, so, uh, nobody cough.

- What's your name, Captain?

- [Ralph] Ralph Hammond.

- You seem to take this all very lightly.

- Well, it's all in a day's work, isn't it?

Corporal, we're gonna need the quilter key.

- What's that?

- It's a tool designed to unlock the cap, which gives us access to the fuse.

And if it works, we can all go home for tea.

- And if it doesn't?

- I'd appreciate it if you'd go away, sir.

Far away.

- Captain Hammond-- - All right, come along, Peter.

- Whatever you say.

(birds chirping) (dog barking) (closing door thuds) (sighs) - What are you doing home this time?

- Didn't you hear?

There was a raid.

We were sent home early.

- Did you cop one?

- Yeah.

But it didn't go off.

Have you been in here all day?

- Where else am I gonna go?

I've been thinking.

- Oh, yeah?

- London.

That's the answer.

- London?

How are you even gonna get out of Hastings?

I was down the station.

There were police everywhere.

- [William] I'll go by bus.

- [Joanne] They're stopping the buses.

They're stopping all the cars.

I told you, you should never have got yourself mixed up in all this.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- And what are you gonna do if you even get there?

You've got nowhere to go.

- I'll go to Aunt Dot's.

She'll put me up.

- You won't get to London.

You won't get anywhere near.

You've got to turn yourself in.

It's only a load of wood.

- I can't turn myself in.

- It's six months.

You've been inside before.

Turn yourself in, maybe they'll go easy on you.

- Forget it!

I shot a copper.

- What?

- I didn't know what I was doing.

It was self-defense.

- Bill, I don't believe this.

Did you kill him?

- I don't know.

- Well, somebody had bloody better find out.

- I wasn't thinking.

- You can say that again.

What are we gonna do?

- Like I said.

- You're not going anywhere.

They won't find you.

They don't know who you are.

But we need to know about the copper.

- Do you think they're gonna put it in the newspapers?

- No.

But I know someone.

She'll tell me.

(engine rumbling) (chattering) - I'm so glad you're gonna be there, Sam.

- I still don't know what I'm gonna wear.

All this rationing.

11 coupon for a dress.

- Oh, they'll still take margarine coupons.

- Oh, I haven't got any left.

- I'll get Mum to run you up something if you like.

She's making me a dress out of butter muslin.

- I'm not sure I look my best in butter muslin.

They say Reed & Pettigrew will turn a blind eye.

Although if they did, I'm sure your father would have to arrest them.

- We're not having any of that.

- Well, at least we'll have a proper spread.

I went down to the food office today to get permits for the extra food.

- Half a pound of butter for 20 guests.

That won't go far.

- Stop grumbling, Dad.

You just don't want me to get married because you won't have me looking after you anymore.

- So where is he, then, that young man of yours?

I thought we were seeing him this evening.

- Didn't turn up.

- [Eric] That's not like him.

- Maybe he was embarrassed after what happened.

- [Eric] I'm not surprised.

- Well, I'm surprised he didn't call.

- I saw him at the dockyard just after the bomb fell.

- I heard he was down there.

I didn't dare go and look.

- So where is he?

- I don't know, Dad.

I'm sure he'll turn up.

(patrons chattering) - It's wrong.

- Yes, Jack, I think we've got the message.

- No, what I'm saying is-- - I know what you're saying, but it's too late.

We decided, the three of us.

- It's wrong.

- I'm going back to the billet.

- You haven't finished-- - I've had enough of this, I'm off.

- You should go after him.

- Why, you're the one I'm worried about, Jack.

This sudden attack of conscience.

For Pete's sake, you're getting married in a week.

Cheer up.

(distant engine rumbling) (uneasy music) (engine revving) (tires screeching) (thuds) (Ernest grunts) (engine revving) (dog barking) - [Rose] Foyle?

He was here already?

- [Peter] Twice.

He was here yesterday.

- He was here about Raymond Carter?

- Raymond Carter?

No, no, I haven't heard of him.

- He was asking about stolen materials, petty pilfering.

- I see.

Of course, yeah.

Yeah, well, I'm afraid we're at cross purposes.

That's not why I'm here.

- Oh, glad to hear it.

I thought Mr. Foyle was wasting his time.

- And ours.

- Thank you.

So, um, why are you here?

Is it something about this man that you mentioned?

- Thank you.

- This man that you mentioned, Carter.

- He's a left-wing agitator.

He's a member of an organization calling itself the People's Convention.

- No, I'm afraid I haven't heard of them either.

- We keep our heads down, we're working 24 hours in 24.

We've no time for politics.

- So you haven't noticed any upsurge in what I might loosely describe as industrial unrest?

- Well, as a matter of fact, there have been certain developments quite recently.

- Yes, please.

- Well, yes, I had a meeting with one of our shop stewards.

A man called Derek Woodgate.

- He's a troublemaker.

- By and large, we've had no problems with the unions, and they support the war.

Good for them, Mr. Rose.

But it's certain individuals among the rank and file that give us the biggest headaches.

- You mean strikes?

- Well, strikes have been illegal since Order 1305 last year, but it doesn't stop them.

- One-day strikes and lockouts.

You've no idea how many man-hours we've lost, and nobody does anything about it.

There's never been any prosecutions.

- This man Woodgate, has he threatened you with strike action?

- Oh, no, no, no, no, not in so many words.

But now he wants to set up what he calls a works committee.

- No need to tell you who'll be at its head.

- We met with him in this very office, and there was something about the way he spoke to us.

- Yeah, I mean, you think he's been got at?

- No doubt about it.

Even his language.

It was socialism, class war, the proletariat.

Now, this man that you were asking about, Raymond Carter, is he in Hastings?

- I'm afraid so.

- Well.

A man like Woodgate, given the right ammunition, could do us much damage to us as the whole of the Luftwaffe.

- We had a raid only yesterday.

- And quite frankly, your Mr. Foyle seems to have his head buried in the sand.

And we are fighting a war.

All he was interested in was a handful of missing supplies.

- There were two men.

One driving.

They must have been waiting outside the pub.

When the other man came out, they hit him on the head and dragged him in the car.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

It was like something out of those Hollywood films.

You know, Jimmy Cagney.

"You dirty rat!"

- Did you get a look at the registration plate?

- No, I'm sorry, I just wanted to get home.

And I didn't see anything very much.

- The King's Head?

- We all go in there after work sometimes.

It's just down the road.

- Right, thank you, Miss Wright.

- I thought it was some sort of joke.

But I had to tell someone about it.

- Thank you.

- I mean, in Hastings of all places!

Whatever next?

- This way.

- There were three of them, Archer, Hammond, and Jonesy.

I had a right go at him.

Expecting me to give him change of a fiver.

- He gave you a five-pound note?

- Yeah.

His old aunt must have left him the yacht and the castle and all.

It wasn't that so much.

He looked really upset about something.

I reckon they'd had a barney.

Then he got up and left.

Never even finished his pint.

- Thank you.

(sizzling) - Ow!

Sorry.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, it's just a spark.

- Well, you need to bathe it.

Do you want me to go and get you some cold tea?

- No, I'm all right, I'm all right.

- [Woman] There's no power left in this one.

Get Ted to take a look at it.

- No, let me.

(spits) I hate all these new compound welds.

- It's all in the cooling.

- I know.

I always leave it too late, and the metal gets all lumpy.

(chuckles) Is that better?

- Yeah, cheers.

- Hardly worth it, though, is it?

Not even three quid a week.

- No.

Oh, no, I don't, thanks.

- I forgot.

So, did you hear anything about that business, then?

- What?

- The stuff that was pinched.

It was taken from the storeroom.

- Where did you hear about that?

- Hmm, I don't know.

I heard someone saying.

They say a policeman was shot.

- Never.

- Your dad's a police sergeant, isn't he?

Thought you'd know all about it.

- He never talks about his work.

- So you don't know if he's all right, then?

- Who?

- The policeman.

- I didn't even know anyone was shot.

Why are you asking?

- Just gossip.

I hate this place.

I was happier at the foundry.

- [Gwen] So how'd you end up here?

- Like a BF, I volunteered.

Is your eye all right, then?

- Yeah, thanks.

- I'll get back, then.

(distant ship horn blaring) - [Christopher] You're in one piece.

- Luck of the devil.

When I started out in bomb disposal, we had an average life expectancy of seven weeks.

That was nine months ago.

- And you volunteered?

- It may surprise you, but I did.

I was in the Nancy Elsie, the Non-Combatant Labour Corps.

I was a pacifist.

I suppose I still am.

But I was a civil engineer before the war.

It occurred to me this was about the only work I could do without compromising what I believed in.

- And what about Jones?

- He fell into it by accident.

He wanted to join the Royal Engineers because he thought it would be safe.

Mending bridges, that sort of a thing.

Nasty surprise when they transferred him here.

- And do you have any idea where he might be?

- None at all.

- Where does he live?

- He's billeted here.

His bed wasn't slept in.

- And does he have another address?

Is there a wife or a parent?

- His parents are in Cumbria, I think.

He has no lady friend.

Poor Ernest got banged about a bit.

He's not very sociable.

- Meaning?

- Well, he and another sapper, a chap called McClaren, were digging up a bomb that was buried in an allotment just the other side of Hastings.

Ernest went to get a glass of water, and just as he walked away, there was one hell of a bang, and he was thrown about 12 feet into the air.

We don't know how it happened.

He wasn't hurt except for his eardrums.

He can still hardly hear, but I suppose he was lucky.

We never found anything of McClaren.

- Two men were seen dragging Jones into a car last night.

- I don't believe it.

- There was a witness.

It happened just outside The King's Head.

- Why Ernest?

There couldn't be any reason.

I'm sure you've got the wrong man.

He's probably out walking on the beach or something.

He'll show up.

(phone ringing) (closing door thuds) - Gwen!

What are you doing here?

- Hello, Dad.

- [Eric] Everything all right?

- Yeah, um, I was wondering if Sam was around.

- You shouldn't be bringing private matters into the station.

- It's nothing to do with the wedding.

- Have you seen Jack?

- No.

Look, I think I might be able to help.

This business down at the shipyard.

- What do you know about that?

- What Sam told me.

- Then she's been talking out of turn.

- Dad.

- Gwen.

- [Gwen] Sam, thank goodness you're here.

- Excuse me, sir, this is my daughter, Gwendoline.

- Ah, getting married, is that right?

- [Gwen] Yes.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you, Mr. Foyle.

I'm a bit nervous.

- I'm not surprised.

- Um, I wonder if I could have a word?

- Yes, of course.

- [Gwen] Her name's Joanne Mason.

She never really speaks to me, but this time she was being really pally, asking me questions.

She was asking me about that policeman who was shot.

- This is him.

- Oh.

Are you all right?

- I was lucky.

- Oh, well, she didn't know that.

Well, she was asking me questions about Dad, if he knew anything.

Sam had told me you were after someone who'd been thieving, but it's funny because Joanne knew the stuff had come from the storeroom.

Well, I didn't know that.

No one did.

So that set me thinking, how could she know?

- Does she have a husband or boyfriend working at the yard?

- Hm, I don't really know her that well.

But I have seen her with a man a couple of times.

- Can you describe him?

- Medium height, quite dark skin, graying hair.

He's got a sort of crooked nose.

- Right, thank you.

- So, real name William Mason.

Three months hard labor for aggravated burglary and assault.

Two spells in Borstal.

He's been in and out of trouble all his life.

- You should stay in the car, don't you think?

- Yes, sir.

(dog barking in distance) (knocking) (knocking) - [Christopher] Mrs. Mason?

- Yes.

- [Christopher] Can I have a word with your husband, please?

- He's not here, who are you?

- Um, the name's Foyle, I'm a policeman.

- I haven't seen Bill for a while.

He's gone away.

(clattering) (tense music) No!

You leave him alone!

(tense music) (can clattering) - [Constable] Blast!

(grunting) (cans clattering) (groaning) - [Man] Move!

(phone ringing) (typewriter clacking) - Everything all right, sir?

- It certainly is, Rivers.

- I'm sorry to spoil it for you, sir, but you've got a visitor.

Assistant Commissioner Rose, sir, he's back.

- Right, thank you.

(phone ringing) (typewriter clacking) - Ah, there you are, Foyle.

- Back again, sir?

What can I do for you?

- It's clear you have completely disregarded my direct orders.

- Have I?

- I asked you to investigate Raymond Carter.

- I have.

- From what I hear, you had a cozy lunch with him.

That's not at all the same thing.

- Well, nothing to investigate.

- I beg to differ.

I've just visited the Talbot brothers.

- Oh, have you?

Yes, I've seen them a couple of times, too.

- What you've seen them about, Foyle, is neither here nor there.

While you've been rummaging around in their store cupboards, they're facing up to a series of strikes which could paralyze their entire shipyard.

A shop steward called Derek Woodgate has been in talks with Carter.

Their combined Bolshie efforts could bring a vital industry to a virtual standstill.

- They have that much influence?

- And just remember, please, the Communists are just as much our enemies as the Nazis.

Now, I want you to drop whatever it is you're doing and deal with this man.

Find out about his associates.

And while you're about it, search his room.

- His hotel room?

- [Rose] Where else?

- Why?

- We have to find the evidence, Regulation 18B.

Detention without charge.

- I'm aware of the regulation.

- Well, use it!

- [Samantha] Oh!

- [Rose] Who are you?

- Samantha Stewart, sir.

Mr. Foyle's driver.

- Ridiculous.

- Sorry to interrupt, sir.

- Not at all, glad you did.

- I brought you the information on the British watercolorists.

- Right, thank you.

(uneasy music) (sniffs) I wonder if you'd mind telling me what you'd be doing with these.

- What are they?

- They are photographs of Talbot's shipyard.

- [Raymond] What has all this got to do with me?

- Well, we just found them in your room.

- You searched my room?

- [Christopher] Mm.

- This sort of work does you no credit at all, Mr. Foyle.

- [Christopher] I would agree with you.

- [Raymond] I've never seen these before in my life.

- I see, um, being in possession of photographs like these in normal circumstances would lead to an arrest.

- Is that why you placed them there?

- But as it is, I'm sorry to have disturbed you.

- You're not going to arrest me?

- No, thank you.

- They've got pits production committees in the mines, haven't they?

- [Man] That's true.

- Then why not yard committees here?

Just because there's a war on doesn't mean you can't have a voice.

Though it's because of the war, isn't it, that the management doesn't want to listen.

(men murmuring) Let me tell you something.

We're going to have a committee.

We're going to have one here.

And they're going to listen!

(men cheering) Thank you very much.

(chattering) - Derek Woodgate?

- Yes.

- [Christopher] How do you do?

The name's Foyle, I'm a policeman.

- I saw you at the hotel, didn't I?

- Yeah, that's right, you were with Raymond Carter.

- That's right.

What can I do for you?

- Would you have given him any photographs?

Photographs of this dockyard?

- Why would I do that, Mr. Foyle?

It was a personal meeting.

- Was the meeting related to your work at all here?

- Not really.

I went to see him because I admire what he does.

- Are you a member of the People's Convention?

- Yes.

- I understand you're a shop steward here?

- That's right.

- How many union members have you got here?

- In the shipyard?

143.

- So, what, about half the workforce?

- Your math isn't up to very much, Mr. Foyle.

There are just over 200 people at Talbot's, 70% are with me.

- Right.

Does the name Ian Kimble mean anything to you?

- No.

- William Mason?

- Yeah, I've heard of him.

He's in Supplies.

- What about these?

- Mark Kelly.

Des Parker.

I know both of those.

I've never heard of the others, why?

- Right.

No, that's it.

Thank you.

- [Derek] Oh, Mr. Foyle.

- Yeah.

- Are you paid to do this?

- Yeah.

- So are we.

So are the Talbots.

They might pretend they're doing it for the war, but they're raking it in.

They make us work all hours.

They bring women in to do the same jobs as us at half the rate.

They got orders coming in left and right.

But they're not doing it for the war.

Oh, no.

They're doing it to get rich.

You should remember that, Mr. Foyle.

- I will.

- Good day to you.

- What?

- Look, there's something I want to talk to you about.

It's awkward.

I can't go into details.

- You've changed your mind.

You don't want to go ahead with it.

- No!

- Well, what, then?

- I haven't changed my mind.

I still love you.

It's just we're gonna have to think about postponing it.

- The wedding?

You're not serious.

We can't!

- Look, something's happened.

Something good.

I mean, I did it for you, and if it works out, you and me will be set up for life.

- You're not making any sense, Jack.

- [Jack] I'm not supposed to talk about it.

- [Gwen] Says who?

- [Jack] Captain Hammond.

They still haven't found Ernest.

- I didn't know he'd scarpered.

- He hasn't, he's disappeared.

- When?

- Look, I just want you to think about it, that's all, postponing.

- I won't think about it.

- We may have to.

I want to be with you, Gwen, you know I do.

It's just, right now, it's out of my hands.

- Jack, you're frightening me.

- You'll be fine.

I love you.

It'll work out in the end.

(ominous music) - Bloody hell.

Mr. Hammond, sir!

- [Christopher] You sure Mason worked on his own?

- Yes, sir, it certainly looks like that.

- And his wife?

- You know, she was working at Talbot's, as well.

- That does seem that's where everything begins and ends.

- Yes, sir.

And I went back to the warehouse.

- [Christopher] Yeah?

- There was nothing in there.

Mark Talbot was telling the truth.

But I found these next to the crater.

- [Christopher] It's explosive.

- Mm, that's what I thought.

I presume it's German.

It just seems strange to me.

- That the engineers should have left it behind?

- Mm, it's a bit clumsy.

And it means they must have dismantled the bomb when they were there.

I thought they just removed the fuse and blew it up later.

- Hm.

(knocking) Yes?

- Sir.

(somber music) (soft chattering) - Cigarette burns.

- Looks like it.

(somber music) - I can't understand it.

Poor Ernest.

- Who'd want to do that to him, do you think?

- I really don't know.

Maybe he was gambling.

Maybe he was seeing somebody's wife.

There are a dozen men here, he was just one of them.

- [Christopher] Tell me about the bomb at the dockyard.

- It was a Herman.

We give them names.

Fritz is 1,400 kilograms.

Herman is 1,000.

Had a single fuse and probably wasn't meant to blow up at once.

The Jerries do it on purpose now.

They've realized that a UXB causes more havoc and disruption than a simple bang.

Plus there's the uncertainty of it.

Undermining civilian morale.

- Sir.

- A war of nerves.

- You defused it?

- We had no choice, it was A1 category.

Immediate disposal essential.

Detonation of the bomb in situ unacceptable in any terms.

- But you opened it up.

- What makes you say that?

You've been back.

The shell casing had split.

It's probably leaked out.

- [Christopher] Where is it now?

- We blew it up a few miles down the coast.

- So, what are you gonna do?

We have to tell them.

- I'm afraid it's rather too late for that, Jack.

You know that as well as I do.

We're just gonna have to do what we do best.

Keep our nerve.

- I don't know what was wrong with him.

He's never been like that before.

- It was probably last-minute nerves.

- What, postponing the wedding?

- Maybe it had something to do with Sapper Jones.

- Ernest?

What about him?

- Of course, you haven't heard.

- What?

- I'm afraid he was killed.

- What?

- It happened last night, I think.

- A bomb?

- No, it was rather worse than that.

Mr. Foyle is having to investigate.

It looks as though he may have been murdered.

- Jack knew something was wrong.

That's what he was trying to tell me.

- Do you think Jack could be involved?

- Sam, you must promise me.

You mustn't say anything to Mr. Foyle or to my dad.

- I don't know, Gwen.

- I've known Jack all my life.

He would never do anything wrong.

- I don't know what's going on, Gwen, I really don't.

But I hope you're right.

(door creaks) Mr. Rivers.

- You've heard, then?

I don't understand it.

People killing each other in wartime.

It doesn't make any sense.

And to do that to a man who's a blinking hero.

Well, don't you worry, my love.

We'll find whoever did it.

Mr. Foyle will.

I can promise you that.

- [Peter] Where is it?

- [Ralph] You killed Ernest Jones.

- We did nothing of the sort.

- [Peter] Where is it?

- I should tell you now, if I'm not back in my barracks, unharmed, in exactly 20 minutes from now, your money goes up in flames.

- So where is the money?

- Where did you get it?

What was it doing there?

- That's our business.

- You're thieves.

- There is only one thief 'round here, Captain Hammond.

- All right, let's get to the point, shall we?

I appreciate now I shouldn't have taken the money.

I'm prepared even to give it back.

- Very sensible.

- But I have to be sure I won't end up like Jones.

- Why should we want to harm you?

We just want what's ours.

- All right.

I'll return it to you.

Minus 250 pounds.

100 for me, 100 for Archer, 50 pounds for Jones' mother.

Something to bury him with.

- Sorry, why should we pay you anything?

- It buys my silence.

At least I get something out of this.

And there's so much there, you're not gonna notice it.

- All right, agreed.

So, where is the money?

- I'll call you tomorrow.

I'll take the money somewhere safe.

It'll just be me and a suitcase, fair enough?

- Right.

- Right, better go, Archer's waiting for me.

(ship horn blaring) - Hm.

(door creaking) - Mr. Foyle.

- [Christopher] Sir.

- Progress?

- Uh, yes.

I'm now in the middle of a murder inquiry.

- I'm talking about progress into the Carter investigation.

- Well, his business, his politics, his whereabouts are of no interest to me.

Neither is your involvement with him.

- How dare you speak to me like that.

- I don't like my time being wasted and I don't like my staff being manipulated, especially when, in this case, it's for your own personal ends.

- What the hell are you talking about?

- When you asked me to look into his presence down here, you, you, first of all, knew a heck of a lot more than you were telling me.

- I often know more than I tell you, Foyle.

- And vise versa, Commissioner.

You told me he'd booked into the Regency with his fiance, Lucinda Sheridan.

- [Rose] Which he had.

- They hadn't.

They didn't make a reservation till the following day, and though, in fact, Miss Sheridan and he are not yet, in fact, married, the reservation was made in the names of Mr. and Mrs. Carter.

Miss Sheridan also already knew I was a policeman.

Would she have got that from you?

- How would she get that from me?

- Well, she's your daughter.

Although, according to her CV, she paints under the name of Sheridan, her actual name is, in fact, Lucinda Rose.

And I would imagine that her marriage to this man is something you wouldn't necessarily approve of.

- Well, that's entirely irrelevant.

- Is it?

I won't ask how the photographs of the shipyard came to be in his room.

- What are you implying?

- If he's in jail, he can't marry your daughter.

- I asked you to investigate Raymond Carter for, for precisely the reasons that I told you.

The man's a genuine danger to the war effort.

It's quite wrong of you to think otherwise.

I admit there is a personal connection which perhaps I should have mentioned.

My daughter can be very wayward.

(aching music) And I genuinely believe that this, this man will lead her further astray.

- She seems very happy with him.

- Well, that's none of your business.

- Precisely my feeling.

Which is where I think we came in.

(aching music) - My daughter no longer speaks to me, Foyle.

She, she changed her name because she didn't want to have anything to do with me.

But I still care about her, still worry about her.

You have a son?

- Yes.

- How would you feel if he wanted to marry a traitor?

- [Jack] Captain Hammond, sir, you shouldn't go.

- You're absolutely right there, Jack, I shouldn't.

But thinking it through, I can't come up with any alternative.

- You can go to the police.

- I could, of course.

But I don't fancy spending the rest of the war on the treadmill at Reading Gaol.

I don't suppose you're familiar with the work of Oscar Wilde?

- What?

- Never mind, it's, uh.

Look, if this works, you have nothing to worry about.

In fact, even if it doesn't work, you shouldn't have too much of a problem.

You can always say I ordered you.

- [Jack] Captain!

- Forget it, Jack.

And remember, keep mum, at least for the next few hours.

2:30, it will all be over.

- We shouldn't have done it, sir.

(joyless music) We should never have done it.

- Yes.

The joys of hindsight.

We should never have done it, you're right.

But it was one of those once-in-a-lifetime moments, wasn't it?

I have no family, no wife.

It's not so bad for me.

But poor Ernest.

And you.

(joyless music) (clock ticking) (knocking) - Sir, the two men who supposedly worked in the storeroom at Talbot's, John Richards and Tim Wilcox, now I know why nobody knew them.

- Because they're dead?

- They both died as children.

- Right.

I think we've got to pay another visit to Captain Hammond.

Where's Captain Hammond?

- [Jack] He's not here.

- That's not what I asked.

- I don't know where he is, he left about an hour ago.

- You're getting married soon, aren't you?

- Yeah, next week.

- It would be nice if you were there, wouldn't it?

See, there's not going to be any wedding if you don't do a little better than this, 'cause we're gonna have to arrest you for withholding information.

And that's a probable prison sentence.

(scoffs) - I haven't done anything.

- Well, good, where's Captain Hammond?

- Got nothing to say to you, Mr. Foyle.

- Right, well, I'm sorry.

- Jack Archer, you're under arrest.

Come on.

(stressed music) - Where's the money?

Where's the money?

- What money?

- The money you stole from the shipyard.

You see, the people whose money it is now want it back, understandably.

Ernest Jones has been killed because, presumably, he wouldn't tell them where it was.

You and Hammond are next on the list.

So wouldn't it be sensible to tell us first so we can get to them before they get to you?

Where's Captain Hammond?

Where's Captain Hammond?

Is he with the Talbots?

Sergeant.

- Mr. Foyle, sir, I can't believe this has happened, sir.

Jack wouldn't get mixed up in something like this.

He doesn't think straight sometimes.

No lads do these days, but his heart's in the right place.

- Are you sure you're not mistaken, sir?

- Yes, I am.

Listen, I know this is a very difficult situation for you.

- [Eric] No.

- But would we have a better chance of getting anything out of him if your daughter came over and had a word with him, what do you think?

- He might listen to her, sir.

But I'm not sure she'd listen to me.

I can ask her.

- I know her pretty well.

Why don't I have a word with her?

- Good idea, off you go.

(birds chirping) (engine rumbling) (hissing) - You've arrested him?

- Not me, Mr. Foyle.

- You promised me you weren't gonna tell him what I told you.

- I didn't!

- So why have they arrested him?

- Gwen, Jack knows something.

We have to find out what it is.

- Is he going to prison?

- I don't know.

But it'll be worse for him if he doesn't help.

- And you think I can persuade him?

- We think he'll listen to you.

Come on.

- Right, I'll talk to him.

But after this is over, Sam, I never want to see you again.

I thought you were my friend.

- Gwen!

(sizzling) Gwen!

Wait.

(phone ringing) (typewriter clacking) - Gwen.

- It doesn't matter, Dad.

- Thanks for coming.

He's through here.

(telephone ringing) (typewriter clacking) (distressed music) - [Jack] You shouldn't have come here.

- I had to, Jack.

You've got to tell them what they want to know.

- I can't.

- They're gonna put you in prison.

Do you understand that?

Forget what Captain Hammond told you.

You've got to think of you and me.

Please, Jack.

(engine revving) - All right.

There was part of this building.

A machine shop.

It was condemned.

Dangerous structure, keep out, all that.

And it was in there.

- What was?

- Money.

More money than you'd believe.

Enough money to set us up for life.

It was easy.

We opened up the bomb, took the explosive out, stuffed the notes inside, and carried it out under everyone's noses.

- So, where is the explosive now?

Hammond said you detonated it along the coast somewhere.

Is that not the case?

- We never detonated nothing.

He's got the bomb.

He's got the money.

He's gone to see the Talbots, hasn't he?

- Where?

(brakes squealing) (parking brake clicks) (wind swooshing) - But where did the money come from, sir?

- Well, the Talbots have been claiming wages for about 400 people from the Ministry for Shipping, when, in fact, they've only got about half that number working for them.

- What?

- They've been embezzling hundreds of pounds.

That's what Jack Archer and his friends found in the warehouse.

- What will they do with him, sir?

Will they put him in jail?

- It'll depend on the circumstances, I guess.

(engine revving) (wind swooshing) (soft creaking) (wind swooshing) (creaking) (metal squeaking) (wind swooshing) (creaking) (creaking) - Is that the money?

- No, I thought I'd bring along my dirty washing.

Thought you might like to clean it for me.

- I don't think you should be funny with us.

- Why not?

The way this war's been going, we all need a sense of humor, wouldn't you say?

- Show us.

- All in good time.

I'm not a dishonest man.

At least I used not to be.

But I thought, why not?

You see, you've got to see this from my point of view.

My men and I, we've been cannon fodder.

Precious little training.

No support.

In the early days, we even had to hitch lifts in civilian cars.

And how do we find out how the Germans make their bombs?

We wait till one of us gets blown up.

It tells us all we need to know.

I'll tell you something that may surprise you.

The man who invented the electric fuse was a Jerry called Ruehlmann.

And he was in London just before the war.

He even went to an air show and was shown plane factories.

He was probably sizing them up.

He was a guest of honor.

And we're mincemeat.

That's how it is.

So why not help ourselves?

The opportunity of a lifetime, that's how I saw it.

My lifetime.

Probably wasn't gonna be all that long.

- I think we've listened to you for long enough, Captain Hammond.

- [Peter] Give us the money.

- I thought we were meeting alone.

(tense music) Which one of you killed Ernie Jones?

Then I'm very glad you're here.

You were lying to me.

You never were gonna just take back the money, were you?

(chuckles) - Well, what would you have done, Captain Hammond?

- That's what I thought.

(gun fires) (uneasy music) (gun fires) (aching music) - Aren't you gonna count it?

(latch clicks) (booming explosion) (debris clattering) (melancholic music) (flames crackling) - [Samantha] This is very kind of you, sir.

- Well, I thought so.

(Samantha chuckles) - Oh, I've been meaning to ask you something, sir.

Um, the money wasn't blown up, was it?

- No, Hammond had it in his quarters.

- So, what did you do with it?

- We sent it back.

- To the government?

- What would you have done with it?

- Well, I might have kept some.

Gwen could have used it for her wedding.

- Well, not ours to keep exactly.

- And she's lucky she's still getting married.

- I suppose so.

Do you know I was crossed off the guest list.

- Mr. Foyle, what brings you here?

Not me, I hope.

- No, no, no.

Malt whiskey getting harder and harder to find.

- Forgive me interrupting, I just wanted to say goodbye.

- I'm not surprised you're leaving.

- It's wonderful news.

- Isn't it?

- What, what happened?

- The Germans have invaded Russia.

- Have they?

- It was on the wireless this morning.

Churchill has promised to help the Russian people, so it seems we're all on the same side.

- It's a turning point.

They say Stalin has over seven million men.

- Hitler's overreached himself.

I promise you, the war can't last much longer.

We're going back to London.

Good luck to you.

- And to you.

- Goodbye.

- Bye.

(patrons chattering) Can it be possible?

The end of the war?

- It would be nice to think so.

- Well, I'm going to drink to it anyway.

Over by Christmas?

(chuckles) - They said that last Christmas.

- All right, then.

New Year.

- New Year.

(glass clinks) (energetic mysterious music)