(engines revving) - How was it, Sir?

- Well 26 revisions to the Police War Instructions.

A briefing from the regional commissioner's office, brief not being the word.

- Ready to go then?

- I was ready shortly after we got here, you know.

(engines revving) (peaceful music) - [Red Leader] This is Red Leader.

Angels One Five heading Zero Nine Five.

- Roger Red Leader, I'm right behind you.

- See if you can keep up this time Foyle.

Don't want to leave you behind.

- That's France ahead, Red Leader.

Try not to get lost.

- You see the trouble with war is committees.

And the trouble with committees is people who take half an hour to say what you or I could in a couple of minutes.

- Hmm, I had an instructor at the MTC, we called him Chloroform because when he'd finished talking there'd be no-one left awake.

- What did he teach?

- Road safety.

- Now you tell me.

(soldiers chattering) Certainly not in a hurry.

- [Sam] They seem to be everywhere sir.

I don't think the Home Guard have anything to do.

- Can I see your identity cards please?

- [Sam] This is Detective Chief Superintendent Foyle.

- Thank you Sam, I'll look after it.

What's going on?

- We've had reports of a boat landing near St Leonard's.

That's all in order, sir.

- Nothing yet?

- [Soldier] No sir, thank you.

- Thank you.

What the-- (brakes squealing) - [Solder] Where the heck is he going?

(engine revving) - You up for this?

- You bet I am!

(horn blaring) (gun firing) (brakes squealing) (groaning) (clattering) (groans) (liquid splashing) (explosion booms) (gasps) - Wait here.

- [Sam] Be careful sir.

(suspenseful music) (suspenseful music) - [Milner] The van was privately owned, sir.

It was registered to a man called-- - Fred Pierce?

- Yes sir.

- Yeah, I recognized him.

- Burglary and assault, six years ago.

- Yep, I arrested him.

- Where was he going to sir?

Why didn't he stop?

- Well he recognized me and must have thought I was part of the roadblock.

- And he panicked.

- What about?

Well I'd say he was carrying a heck of a lot of fuel.

Wouldn't you?

Couldn't you smell it?

- Went up like the Crystal Palace went up.

- Really.

You'd have thought he'd have used some sort of metal tank, sir.

Not wooden barrels.

- He was also carrying enough petrol coupons to fuel half of Sussex.

- NNV, private cars and goods vehicles.

Stolen or forged?

- Where did he get the petrol from, sir?

- That's the question.

- In June, the entire south coast became what we call the pink area.

You see, we'd learnt from the mistakes of France.

In particular the ease with which the invaders were able to collect supplies of fuel.

We at the Petroleum Board cut the number of pump sites by 40% and reduced stocks.

If by any chance the Germans ever do land in England, they'll find only the very minimum supplies of petrol available.

There's now only one fuel depot in the immediate area.

Here, at Bexhill.

The general manager's a man called Michael Bennett.

- Has he reported any irregularities?

- We went 3% down last month.

But that was down to a leaking underground tank.

We're having new tanks built now.

- 3%, how much fuel is that?

- Too much, fuel supply is of paramount importance, I need hardly tell you.

The entire war effort depends on it.

I think we should launch an immediate investigation into the procedures at Bexhill.

- There's a possibility of that might just frighten them off, do you think?

- What do you suggest?

- I was thinking perhaps planting somebody in there.

That might tell us something.

- Undercover?

- As a driver, perhaps.

(peaceful music) (engines revving) - I could have had him, I know I could.

- He was coming straight at you.

- I had the advantage he was right in my sights.

- You two been in a scrap?

I thought it was a just recce.

- Stray 109, I saved his bacon.

- Oh yeah, listen to the bloody line shooter.

I had a perfectly good fix on him then Foyle comes screaming out of the sun and snatched him out of my teeth.

- Did you down him?

- I don't know.

He was limping back in low cloud the last I saw.

- You didn't go after him?

- We were nearly out of fuel.

- You should have left him to me, I'd have seen to it.

- If I'd left him to you we'd be pulling you out of the drink.

- Like hell!

- If we could find you.

(horn blares) - Excuse me, chaps.

- I don't think he's too pleased.

That would have been his 10th kill.

- He'll get his chance.

- I've missed you, darling.

I've been thinking of you every minute.

Every time I hear a plane, I jump out of my skin.

- You don't think Jerry's going to catch me do you?

- Am I going to see you tomorrow at the Flamingo?

- Eight o'clock.

- I love you.

(peaceful music) (door knocking) - [Christopher] Yeah?

- Tea, sir?

- Thanks.

- Is there a problem, sir?

- Um, yeah, there is a bit.

- Sir, I've just spoken to Freddie Pierce's widow.

She couldn't tell me what he was doing or where he was going with the lorry.

But she did tell me who he was working for.

- Yeah.

- Frank Gannon.

- Oh no surprise there.

- Who's Frank Gannon?

- He owns a club here in Hastings called the Flamingo.

A couple of bars and a hotel.

Even has his own brewery.

- Is he a racketeer?

- Calls himself a businessman.

Who's it going to be, sir?

- [Christopher] I've no idea, Milner.

- It is a problem isn't it.

- Yep.

- What is?

- We're trying to think who we can put into this Bexhill fuel depot.

We're seriously short of men.

- Yes, I know what you mean.

Does it have to be a man?

I've driven a tractor on my uncle's farm.

Even a three-tonner during training, only on fields mind.

- Well, thank you but I don't-- - Any racketeer worth his salt would spot a policeman a mile off.

No-one would suspect me.

- She does have a point, sir.

- I'd be completely invisible.

Like a sort of, secret agent.

- Um, I'll think about it.

(peaceful music) - Let her through.

- Righto, thanks.

- [Worker] Colin come a give us a hand here.

♪ Sweet Connie, Sweet Connie ♪ Sweet Connie, my own - Not now, Sean.

- Have you had a bad day?

- I'm not feeling well.

I just want to get home and have a bath.

- Will we be seeing you at the weekend?

- Are you buying?

- I don't know about that now.

- The amount you're earning you should be.

- 20 minutes?

- I'll meet you at the gate!

- Now there's a pretty girl.

- Keep your eyes off her Sean, she's spoken for.

- I know Mr Elliott, I know it should have been with you, but you have to speak to the Petroleum Board.

Not me, it's all controlled out of London now.

Tomorrow.

Latest.

Goodbye.

(clears throat) Yes?

- It's Friday Mr Bennett, I came for my wages.

- And what are you doing this weekend?

- I'm going out with some of the girls, Mr Bennett, we're going to the Flamingo.

- Dancing, eh?

I might go down there myself.

I fancy a bit of a dance.

- I'm meeting my young man.

- All you young girls.

You're all at it, aren't you?

- I don't know what you mean, Mr Bennett.

- Come on then, come over here.

And sign for your wages.

- Violet.

- I came for my wages, Mrs Bennett.

- That's right, it's none of your business.

She was just signing for them.

- Thank you.

- Miss Davies, if you don't mind I have a letter for the Tanker Tonnage Committee, I'm afraid it has to go out tonight.

Can you type it for me please?

- Yes, Mrs Bennett.

- That's all, thank you.

- Right.

- What's wrong with you?

- Nothing, dear.

(suspenseful music) - [Christopher] You're quiet tonight.

- I'm sorry.

- No, don't be.

Bad week?

- No, not really.

- How's the bike?

- Goes like a dream.

- [Christopher] Yeah well, it's a death-trap isn't it?

- And a Spitfire isn't?

I had a bit of a set to with Rex this morning.

- Who?

- Rex Talbot.

We were at school together, do you remember?

- Dark-haired lad, freckles, played conkers.

- Yeah, that's right.

We never dreamed we'd end up together in all this.

Now he's number one in the squadron, in fact, he lives for flying.

- And you don't?

- I'd rather be where I am than square bashing in the army or stuck inside a ship.

I hate the waiting, that's all.

That's when it can get to you.

- What was the argument about?

A woman?

- No, nothing like that.

It's nothing really.

Rex and me, we look out for each other.

- Flying a lot?

- Not at the moment.

We're being pulled out of the front line for a week.

Give the new blood a chance to come up to scratch.

- New recruits?

Yes lots now, we're no longer alone.

Poles, Czechs, Belgians, Free French.

They're good chaps, most of them.

But not many flying hours.

- Whereas, you're an old hand.

- You don't see it, I'm an experienced pilot now.

- At 22.

- You sit there as if nothing's happened.

It's not conkers any more, it's a different world.

There's Rex, Douglas and myself and we're the three oldest.

- Of course you are.

You're the only ones left.

(melancholy music) Lorry driver's license.

Training board papers.

References from the Ipswich depot.

- Thank you, sir.

- And you're to report to a Mr Bennett, depot manager, at ten o'clock.

And you go and make make contact at least once every 24 hours with Milner.

Understood?

- Yes, sir.

I just wanted to say how grateful I am to you for letting me have this chance, sir.

- And I just want to say, um, please don't let me regret it.

- No.

- And if you feel yourself at any time to be in any danger whatsoever, you just get out of there.

(peaceful music) - Can I see your papers, miss?

- Yes, of course.

- That's should be all right, take it up Geoff.

Very good.

- Well this all seems to be in order, Miss-- - Stewart.

- Stewart.

I have to say, Ipswich speak very highly of you.

They don't say why they're transferring you.

- I requested it.

I want to be near my mother.

She's getting on a bit.

- I see.

Do you know the roads?

- Absolutely.

My uncle has a removals firm near here.

I learned to drive in his vans.

- Really, what's his name?

- Rogers, Gary Rogers.

- Can't say I know him.

Well, I'll send you out as, Connie Dewar's mate for a couple of days to learn the route.

There are no maps, no signposts and I'll dock your wages for lateness, so you don't want to get lost.

Right.

Let's get you started.

Miss Dewar, I've got a new mate for you.

Samantha Stewart, transferred from Ipswich.

- Hello, welcome aboard.

- I want you to take her out with you.

Make sure she memorizes the delivery routes by the end of the week.

- Thinking of replacing me?

- Well, I'll leave you two together.

I look forward to seeing more of you, Miss Stewart.

- So you can drive one of these, can you?

- I think so.

- You think so?

Well, we'll find out.

You can park it for me.

Reverse it over there.

(peaceful music) - Thank you, Sergeant.

- [Milner] He's not quite as fast as Sam.

- [Christopher] No, but he doesn't talk as much.

(suspenseful music) Been here before?

- No, sir.

We used to go up to the Cafe Anglais before the war.

Harry Roy and his band.

Don't think you'd find him playing here.

- Frank Gannon?

- Upstairs.

- Thank you.

- It's a pleasure to see you, Mr Foyle.

How's tricks?

- Frederick Pierce, you know him?

- I know Freddie.

Of course I do, he runs errands for me.

Deliveries, that sort of thing, I hope he's not in any trouble.

- Well he's not, he's dead.

- You don't say.

- He failed to stop at a roadblock.

He lost control of his vehicle and died in the crash.

- Well, I'm flabbergasted.

Poor old Freddie.

Um, I don't know what to say.

Where did this happen?

- Channel View Road.

- Channel View?

That way outside of town.

I can't imagine what he was doing up there.

Certainly nothing to do with me.

- He was carrying petrol.

- Petrol, look I know what you're thinking, Mr Foyle.

We've had our run ins in the past, but I'm a businessman now.

Hotels, pubs, the club.

I've grown up, moved on.

Learnt the error of my ways.

- You've never been offered petrol from illegal sources?

- Of course I have, who hasn't?

But I'm not gonna pay six shillings a gallon.

Anyway it's not just about money, is it?

I wouldn't touch it.

I'm a patriot.

- He was laughing at us, sir.

- Well, nothing we can do.

- We could search the premises.

- Waste of time I think, I don't think he'd keep anything there.

No, it's best if we start the other end, with the suppliers.

And they might just lead us back to him.

- Yes, sir.

Let's hope Sam comes up with something soon.

(suspenseful music) - And what are you doing here?

- We may have to bring our plans forward a few days, Mr O'Halloran.

- A few days?

- We just want to be sure you're ready.

- I'm ready, I'm fine.

I'm just waiting for the word.

- Do you have it?

- Do you want to see it?

It's right here.

Don't worry, Mr Carter.

It's sleeping like a baby.

And won't wake up till it hears the alarm.

- And then?

- It'll wake up most of Bexhill too.

(water hissing) - Settling in, Miss Stewart?

- Pretty well I think, sir.

I'd say I'm ready to go out on my own.

- Oh, I think I'll be the judge of that thank you very much.

We're gonna let just anyone drive out of here with 500 gallons of fuel.

But do carry on.

- [Sam] You seem to have a lot of women drivers.

- When I was a boy you never saw women doing work like this.

The war's changed everything.

- It must seem very strange.

- Oh no, I approve.

- Sam.

Don't you remember me, I'm Andrew Foyle.

- Do you two know each other?

- Yes.

- Yes we stepped out together.

- What?

- When I was working at my uncle's removals firm.

- You shouldn't be here, you're not authorized.

- Actually I brought over a requisition slip.

There it is.

- That's still against procedure.

- Good morning to you Mr Bennett.

- You mustn't tell anyone who I am.

- Why?

You're not working undercover or anything are you?

- What's so funny about that?

- Oh, well, nothing.

- Look, I can't tell you anything.

Except that someone's stealing petrol.

Lots of it.

And I'm here to have a nose around.

- So my father put you in here?

- I volunteered.

- Ah, well I won't say a word.

In fact you can give my bike a wash while you're at it.

- Andrew, what are you doing here?

- Oh, aren't you pleased to see me?

- Of course I am, of course I am.

Don't say that.

- I talked one of the irks into letting me bring over some paperwork.

Make me a cup of tea before I go will you?

- All right, Mr Bennett told me you two know each other.

- Yes, she was my best girl.

- When?

- Oh, it was a long time ago.

It's all over now isn't it, Sam?

- Totally.

- Do you want to come dancing?

I've got a 12 hour pass.

- Love to.

- Here.

- This is a big order.

Why was it brought in by a pilot officer?

- Don't ask me.

Anyway, it's got nothing to do with you.

- Well it's just that it's hush hush, isn't it?

- What?

- This information.

- If they're laying in all theses extra supplies, it must mean there must be a big operation coming up.

(door knocking) - Yep.

Sam, how are you getting on?

- I think I'm fitting in, sir.

- Well, you really look the part.

- Tell me about the others.

- Well, I have to say they seem a nice bunch.

I don't really like having to spy on them.

Anyway, I don't think any of them could be involved.

- What makes you think that?

- Well, you have to understand the system really.

It does seem pretty above board.

- Go on.

- Well, no fuel goes out without a requisition order from the customer.

The requisition orders are usually brought in by dispatch riders.

The depot is serving army and air bases, hospitals, the fire service, commercial garages, just about everyone.

Mrs Bennett takes delivery.

She does all the office work and checks the administration.

But it's her husband, Michael Bennett, who oversees movement of fuel.

He's the one in charge.

Bennett is always there when the tankers are filled and he always checks the figures.

The main tanks have gauges which show exactly how much fuel has been taken.

And there are gauges on the tankers too.

Bennett gets the driver to sign his ledgers, so no one can argue about how much has left the compound.

There are about 20 deliveries a day and the process is always the same.

(suspenseful music) When the fuel reaches the delivery point, the same thing happens again.

The customer has a copy of his original requisition order and signs for the amount of fuel he receives.

It's all very simple really.

At the end of the day, all the signed paperwork is kept in a safe in the office.

It's checked once a month by the Petroleum Board.

They send someone out.

I've been thinking, sir.

Bennett couldn't possibly be stealing fuel.

- He'd have to have the tanker driver on his side.

And then the customer at the other end too.

- That's right, and his wife would have to know too.

- But there's still 3% missing.

- Bennett puts that down to a leak in the pipes.

- So, you're getting on with the other drivers then?

- Yes, they're taking me out tonight.

- Really, where are you going?

- There's a club they all go to, The Flamingo.

- Oh, right.

Well, have a very nice time.

Be in touch with Milner same time tomorrow.

And don't do anything daft.

- Yes, sir.

Oh, I forgot to mention I met your son.

- What at the depot?

- Yes.

- Did he recognize you?

- Yes he did sir, but he didn't say anything.

- What was he doing there?

- He didn't say.

- Oh.

I'll ask him.

- This is very kind of you, sir.

- Not at all.

Andrew's been talking about you.

I thought it was about time we met.

- We already have, sir.

- Well, yes I know.

- Actually I have a slight confession to make.

I was the kid who kicked the football through your greenhouse window.

- Oh, right.

Well, you got the blame for that didn't you?

- Not the detective you think you are dad.

Rex volunteered straight from school.

He's been down here nearly six months now.

- Five.

Don't forget I had a month off.

I joined the Caterpillar Club, sir.

- He got shot down and had to use a 'chute.

- Yeah that was six months ago, a couple of Messerschmitt's got the better of me.

- No, I should have been there.

- I wish you had been.

I was 12,000 feet up, I was lucky I had my hood open.

I was totally out of control.

Spinning round all over the place.

I was more or less sucked out of the cockpit.

Somehow I got the parachute open and the next thing I knew, splosh.

I was in the sea off the coast of France.

- How'd you get back?

- I was picked up by a fishing boat.

Unfortunately I got a bit bust up.

Whole month in hospital.

Meanwhile Andrew here was usurping my place as number one in the squadron.

- Hardly.

- [Waiter] Pate sir.

- That looks better than the food they serve in the mess.

- I'll say.

- Passes out a bit of a rarity?

- No, it's not too bad sir.

As a matter of fact I've got a 12 hour.

Taking my girl out tonight.

- Oh good.

- Are you coming?

You and Violet?

- Yeah.

- Violet?

- Yep, she's um, just a friend, dad.

- Doesn't, doesn't work at the fuel depot by any chance, does she?

- I'm sorry, I haven't spoken out of turn have I?

- No, no, not at all.

No secrets between Andrew and me, are there son?

- [Sam] Tell me Connie, how did you become a tanker driver?

- You don't want to know.

- No I do, I'm interested.

- There's not much to tell.

- I left school when I was 16.

Got a job over at Bristol.

Waxing the inside of barrels.

It was bloody horrible.

13 hours a day, two quid a week.

And then I had to help load up the bogeys, not much fun I can tell you.

- Bogeys?

- Trucks.

I thought you worked in a removals firm.

- Yes, that's right.

So then what happened?

- One of the drivers got sick, and I persuaded the boss to let me take his place.

As soon as I was trained up I scarpered and came over here.

- You got any spare stockings?

- You've got to be kidding.

Here.

Help yourself.

- What is it?

- Stockings in a bottle.

- What will they think of next?

- Help yourself to lipstick if you want Sam.

- Oh thanks.

- Those pilots aren't going to believe their luck when they see you.

- Just make sure you find one of your own.

- How long have you and Andrew been going steady?

- Long enough.

He and Vi are getting married as soon as the war's over.

- Really?

- A double wedding.

- Him and Vi and Rex and me.

And we'll have a fly-past, all the other pilots in their Spits.

- Wow.

- It will be lovely.

All right, I'm ready.

Ooh.

- Connie, are you all right?

- Yes.

- Are you sure?

- I'm just tired.

- You should see he quack.

You've been like this all week.

- I'm fine.

Come on Vi, we're going to be late.

- Sorry about lunch.

Didn't mean to blab about you and Vi.

- Well fools rush in.

- You should've warned me.

- I knew I shouldn't have invited you.

- You've nothing to be ashamed of.

Vi's a corker.

- Well tou keep your hands off her!

- Come on, tail end Charlies.

- Sir!

- Heading into Hastings?

- Yes, sir.

- Don't do anything that involves alcohol, loose women or dancing.

- How about all three, sir?

- That's perfectly all right.

(laughing) - [Christopher] Maybe tonight's your night, Douglas.

About time, huh?

(laughing) (peaceful jazz music) (people chattering) - [Sam] No, two left feet.

- Really?

Things are looking up, girls.

Look who's arrived.

- You look ravishing.

- Is that all?

- Delightful, delicious, delovely.

- Why don't you ever say nice things like that to me?

Mm?

- I don't think we've met.

- Sam Stewart.

- Douglas Wright.

Can I buy you a drink?

- I already have one.

- Then why don't you buy me one and I can join you?

- Brylcreem boys.

- Rex darling, come and dance with me.

- Shall we go and dance?

- Hmm okay.

- I'll have a pint.

- Okay (laughs).

(peaceful jazz music) (laughs) - How about that drink?

Come on.

(people chattering) - A good night?

- Could get livelier.

- Tell him to keep it this way, they'll drink more.

- Now here's a face I haven't seen before.

I'm Sean O'Halloran, how do you do?

- Hello, I'm Samantha Stewart.

I've seen you.

- You have?

- Building the new tanks.

- Me and my boys.

- That's right.

I heard you were losing fuel.

Something to do with leaky pipes.

- Where did you hear a thing like that?

- I don't know.

Mr Bennett, I suppose.

So how long have you been at Bexhill?

- I'm in and out.

- And where do you come from?

Ireland originally, of course.

- I'm from Tullamore in County Offaly.

- Beautiful.

- It is.

Why do you want to know?

- I'm just interested.

- You seem to be interested in a lot of things.

(peaceful music) - When do you have to be back tonight?

- Not till later.

- Why don't we go back to my flat?

- Well what about Violet?

- We drew straws.

I have you all to myself for once.

Just you and me.

- I'll, I'll go and get some more drinks.

- So are you going to tell me about her then?

- Who?

- Sam Stewart.

When did you know her?

- Ages ago.

You're not jealous, are you?

- So what are you doing tonight?

- What?

You mean later?

- I wondered if you were going to invite me home.

- That may not be so easy.

- I promised Connie I'd give her the run of the flat.

And you live in Hastings.

- Not alone, I'm afraid.

- What about a hotel?

- So you were at Ipswich were ya?

- Yes that's right.

- How long were you there?

- Couple of months.

- Let me tell you.

There's something about working with fuel.

It gets under your skin, under your nails.

You can scrub all you like.

But in the end, it's part of you.

Now why is it you don't you have a tanker driver's hands?

- [Sam] Gloves.

- You have a lot of curiosity in you.

- Could you let go of my hand, you're really hurting my wrist.

- What's happening here?

- Mr Foyle, isn't it?

- Was he hurting you?

- No, I'm fine.

- Why don't you get the hell out of here, O'Halloran?

Nobody invited you.

- And there was me thinking this place was open to everyone.

- Well you were wrong, we don't want you here.

- You or your mates.

- Bloody bog dwellers.

- You think you're too good for us, do you?

- We're the ones fighting this war.

You're just getting rich watching from the side.

- Andrew it's all right.

- Andrew, what's going on?

- I said why don't you get out of here?

- Why don't you make me.

- Maybe I will.

- I'm waiting.

(groaning) - Rex, please.

- I'm sorry, look after this for me will you.

(groaning) (shouting) - Not again!

(sobbing) (brakes squealing) - [Officer] Round up the W's up here.

Right you lot, come on, then!

(sobbing) - So what do you have to say for yourself?

- I didn't start it, sir.

- Not what I heard.

I may be wrong Foyle but I thought we were fighting the Germans, not the Irish.

- Well everyone knows whose side the Irish are really on.

- Last time I looked in the newspapers, they were neutral.

- Which is why German U-boat crews can walk into Eire to buy their cigarettes.

- That is total nonsense.

- How many ships have we lost in the Atlantic this month sir?

The fact that we can't use bases on the south and west coast of Ireland has been a total disaster.

Even Mr Churchill has said as much.

- Go on.

- We're protecting the Irish.

If it wasn't for our convoys, they'd have no food.

But they're giving us nothing in return, and they don't even care who wins this war.

- Is that what you believe?

- A lot of us do sir.

- Well how do you square that with the thousands of Irishmen now fighting for Britain?

- O'Halloran isn't one of them.

- Or the men at sea.

The Merchant marines, the Royal Navy.

Irish volunteers out there facing the U-boats while you sniping at them and their country.

- I was just-- - Now listen to me Foyle, we need Irish labour.

With manpower shortages the way they are, we couldn't manage without them.

And whatever your political views, your performance was pigheaded and deplorable, to say the least.

- Sorry, sir.

- Now get out.

If you weren't such a damn good pilot, you, Talbot and Wright, I'd put all three of you on a charge.

- Sir.

- And I have something on the man who approached Sam at the Flamingo.

He's called Sean O'Halloran, he's from Tullamore in County Offaly.

He's been working at the depot for the last six months.

He and the men are mean are building the buns.

They're meant to protect the fuel tanks from bomb blasts.

- Has he got a record?

- No, not as such.

But Special Branch interviewed him twice last year.

Once in London on 28th of July, and then again in Coventry at the end of August.

- Coventry, August.

There was a bomb?

- Yes, sir.

Killed five people, injured 12 more, it went off in a busy marketplace.

A bomb also went off in London.

It was in the left-luggage office at King's Cross station.

One man was killed, 14 injured.

- Are you telling me he's IRA?

- Nothing was ever proven.

He was interviewed and then released both times.

- What happened with this fight at the club, exactly?

- It was started by your son, sir.

- Oh.

But Sam is adamant that he came to her defense.

- Right.

- Do you think we should we tell Sam about O'Halloran?

- No, it wouldn't help, she's far too imaginative.

But any sign of any more trouble, get he right out.

- Yes, sir.

- And I will not have my girls, any of my girls, involved in bar room brawls.

Do you understand that?

- I wasn't actually involved Mr Bennett.

- You were there.

- There were quite a few of us there, really.

- [Mr Bennett] Have you memorised the routes?

- Yes, I think so.

- Good, this is your last day with Connie.

Tomorrow, you can take the tanker out on your own.

- Right.

- What are you looking at?

- Nothing, Mrs Bennett.

- Alright you can go.

- I don't like that girl.

- [Mr Bennett] You don't like any of the girls.

- Is it any wonder?

"My girls."

Why do you call them that?

- What is the matter with you?

I had to bend the rules to let you work here, you know.

- What else could I do?

The WVS?

The knitting circle?

I do what you tell me to do, it's all I've ever done.

And I can't stand it.

- I just don't understand you.

What was all that about the other night?

- Look, I've already been carpeted by the Wing Co, don't you start.

- I don't like fighting.

- Nor do I.

- Well you didn't show it.

Connie's not talking to Rex, I can tell you that.

- Oh, so you're not going to forgive me either?

- Why should I?

- Because you know I'm crazy about you.

- Are you?

You haven't even taken me home with you yet.

- I can't take you home, I live with my father.

- Can't I meet him?

- You don't want to meet him.

- Why not?

What's wrong with him?

- Nothing.

Do you want to come out for a snifter tonight?

We could go back to the Flamingo and-- - I thought you'd have all been banned from there by now.

- We're their best customers, most of the time.

- You're not having me on are you, Andrew?

You and I are going to be together after the war?

- Of course we are.

(suspenseful music) - Mr Bennett said I can go out on my own tomorrow.

- Bully for you.

- You're not still upset about last night are you?

How long have you and Rex been together?

- I don't want to talk about him.

- [Sam] Connie it wasn't his fault.

I mean if anyone started the fight it was Andrew and he only got involved because of me.

- Bloody Andrew Foyle.

He's Rex's best friend did you know that?

- No.

- He had to come rushing in like the knight in shining armor, didn't he?

You said you walked out with him.

- Yes a long time ago.

- [Connie] Before he met Rex?

- Why do you want to know?

- Pilots, they're all liars.

They don't care about anybody except themselves.

- [Sam] Connie.

- That's it, 300 gallons.

- Hang on a minute, there's something wrong.

- What?

Look at the gauge, there's 200 gallons left in the tank.

- We're empty.

Sometimes it gets stuck.

(suspenseful music) I can drop you off if you like.

- What?

- Get off early.

There's no need to come all the way back to Bexhill.

- Don't I have to sign myself out?

- I'll do that for you, nobody ever checks.

I'm doing you a favor Sam, there's no need to thank me.

You can get the bus.

- Connie!

- I'll see you tomorrow.

(suspenseful music) - How are you, Connie?

- [Connie] Just get on with it Carter, I don't need to talk to you.

- What's wrong with you all of a sudden?

Are you all right?

- No, I'm sick.

I'm sick of you and the whole thing.

- Well, I've got a message to you.

We're doubling our order.

- What?

You've got to be kidding, someone will notice.

- We may have to move on Connie, any day now, so we're just making the most of it while we can.

This is not like you, you're not usually so moody.

- I wish I'd never started with this.

I should never have got involved in the first place.

- But you are involved, Connie.

You'll be leaving the depot soon.

We'll start again someplace else.

- What if I don't want to?

- I'd be very careful what you say, if I was you.

You're in.

Getting out isn't so easy.

- Are you threatening me?

- I never said a word.

- Now you tell him from me, I'm not going anywhere and if he doesn't like it, there are plenty of stories I could tell and that is a threat.

Now let's get this stuff unloaded.

- She was lying.

There were at least 200 gallons left in the tank, I saw the gauge.

- What time was it?

- Half past four.

See?

I made a note of all times and deliveries.

- And where was this?

- She dropped me off at a bus stop somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

Then I think she went into the woods where she could have transferred the fuel to another tanker.

- Or a lorry.

It could quite easily have gone into more of Frank Gannon's barrels.

- [Sam] But that would be frightfully dangerous.

- Where was the delivery made?

- At the works at Silverfield.

- They requisition it?

- [Sam] Yes, sir.

- Well then they requested and should have received a specific quantity, the same quantity that left Bexhill and if she's held onto 200 gallons, why wasn't it noticed?

- Perhaps they are involved in it too.

- Could there be a link between Bennett and Gannon?

- Quite possibly.

If only there was something more I could do.

- What?

- There's no doubt about it, you're pregnant.

Did you really have no idea?

- No.

I haven't been feeling well, but, how was I to know?

- Well.

- Oh lord.

- I take it you're unmarried.

- Of course I'm unmarried.

How many months?

- You're about four months pregnant, Miss Dewar.

The father?

- What about him?

- [Doctor] Are you still seeing him?

- I see him all the time.

- You'll have to tell him.

- Of course I'll tell him.

- Is he in a position to-- - I don't know.

I don't know what he's going to say.

Oh, Lord!

- Your officer is still working inside the Bexhill depot?

- Yes.

- It was a Miss Stewart, as I recall.

- Mm-hmm.

- That was the name on her papers.

Has she found anything amiss?

- Well as a matter of fact, yes.

There are links between the depot and a well known crook.

(sobbing) - Come on, Connie.

You tell me all about it.

Take your time.

- He has the resources to move petrol on a very large scale.

And there's evidence of at least one driver being involved.

- Oh, I'm afraid from what you say, Mr Foyle, this is not just a police matter.

I'll have to order an immediate audit.

- Which would mean what?

- Closing down Bexhill completely.

Going over every fuel movement of the past 12 months at least.

- But if you move in before we make arrests, we won't hear the last of it.

There are other depots, other drivers, it won't stop.

- Another 48 hours.

- Thank you.

(people chattering) - What do you want?

- Well a pint of Best, if you don't mind?

- Maybe I do.

What makes you think you're still welcome here?

- Come on Jack, you're not going to let a little scrap spoil an old friendship, are you?

- What friendship?

- Here's Connie.

- Connie.

Where have you been?

I've been looking for you.

Are you all right?

- Am I all right?

No Rex, I'm not all right.

- Have you been drinking?

- Get away from me.

- Connie.

- I don't want to see you.

- Connie, what is it?

- I think someone should take her home.

- I will.

- No, I'm not going with you.

- Darling.

- Don't call me that.

I'm tired of it.

I'm tired of it all.

Being used, being pushed around.

I've had enough!

I know something.

Do you know what I know?

I've got a little secret.

And maybe it's time I started sharing it around.

- I've got my bike outside, I'll get her home.

- Andrew.

- Come on Vi, she won't go with Rex got to take her.

- I know what you want.

- I don't want anything.

I think you should be in bed.

- Go on then.

- Come on, Connie.

It's all right.

- I'm going to tell.

I'm going to tell everyone.

- I think you really upset her that night.

- Well when a romantic evening turns into a punch-up what do you expect?

It was bloody Foyle's fault.

- Language!

- Sorry.

- I told you we shouldn't have come here.

- You don't want to stay?

- No, I don't.

- Right!

- Well thanks a lot, boys.

Another lovely evening.

(engine revving) - Thank you Andrew.

- That's alright, are you feeling any better?

- I just want to go to bed.

- Do you want me to come in with you?

- No, I'll be all right.

- I'll just see you in.

All right?

- Miss Dewar not here yet?

- No, Mr Bennett.

- She's an hour late, where is she?

- I don't know sir.

- She had half a skinful last night.

I doubt you'll be seeing her today.

- Do you know where she lives?

- Yes.

- Right take my car, go round and collect her.

Don't let her tell you she's not well enough to work and don't come back without her.

- Right sir.

Connie!

(doorbell ringing) (door knocking) (suspenseful music) Connie!

(melancholy music) - [Milner] Her neck is broken, sir.

- Could have fallen, what do you think?

She'd been drinking hadn't she?

- Yes sir, but look.

Bruises, some sort of fight.

- Maybe.

- If she was involved in this petrol racket, perhaps she fell out with whoever was employing her.

- Maybe, what a waste.

Her room's up here is thar right?

- Yes sir, top of the stairs.

Connie shared with a girl called Violet Davies.

She also works at the Bexhill depot.

- Violet Davies.

Well, well, well.

- Sir?

- Which bed is which?

This is Connie Dewar.

- Boyfriend?

I'll find out who it is.

- I know who it is.

- Sir?

- This is a friend of Andrew's, Rex Talbot.

- [Milner] Really.

- Who else is in the building?

- The landlady is a Mrs Sutton, she's away at the moment.

This is an odd thing to have on your dressing table, bicarbonate of soda.

My wife's taking that.

- Ask her about it.

- Yes sir.

(suspenseful music) - Wouldn't you know it?

I've got her diary here.

- Is it murder sir?

- It looks like it.

- You don't think she could have thrown herself down the stairs?

- Why?

- She was so miserable yesterday.

- Was she?

- It was to do with Rex.

This pilot she was seeing.

She got very angry with him for getting involved in a fight.

- No, it wasn't suicide.

- This is all about petrol, isn't it, sir?

- Well maybe.

You're sure it was Rex Talbot she was seeing yeah?

- Yes.

- What about the other girl?

- Violet?

- Was she seeing anyone?

- I don't really know.

- You don't really know?

- Well, um-- - Oh look for God's sake, just tell me the truth.

Do you think I'm an idiot?

Really.

Don't keep anything from me just because it involves my son.

Alright.

She was seeing Andrew, wasn't she?

- Yes, sir.

- Why didn't you tell me before?

- I didn't want to say, I know he's not involved in this sir.

- Well of course he's involved, it's quite obvious he's involved and it's murder and that mean nobody is protected, not even him.

You understand?

- Yes, sir.

(melancholy music) - I'm sorry.

This must be very difficult for you, Miss Davies.

- Connie was a good friend to me.

We looked after each other.

- How long had you shared a room?

- Since the start of the year.

We joined the depot at about the same time and we sort of took a liking to each other.

- Were you close?

- Yes.

After Connie met Rex, she didn't confide in me as much as she used to.

She was so in love with him.

But, I sometimes thought he upset her.

Like the other night.

That stupid fight.

It had to be O'Halloran, he's trouble.

Connie had been looking forward to that evening.

It shouldn't have had to end like that.

- This is Mr Foyle.

- Hello.

- [Milner] How long had she and Rex been walking out?

- A long time.

They hit it off right from the start.

Six, seven months.

- And was he her only boyfriend?

- Yes.

Yes, she was in love with him.

- She wasn't seeing anybody else?

- No.

Well, maybe, I don't know.

- Tell us what happened last night.

- Connie had been drinking, she was upset.

She said something that was very strange.

- What was that?

- She said she was tired of being used.

And that she knew something.

She said she had a secret.

- When she was talking to you?

- No.

She was in such a state, she could have been talking to anyone.

Anyway, after that, she went home.

And that was the last time I saw her.

- You weren't at home last night?

- No.

I was at a hotel.

I was with my boyfriend.

Look, I'm not that sort of a girl.

We've never done that sort of thing before.

But he's more than a boyfriend.

He's my fiance.

We're going to get married.

- Then you left together?

- Yes, he drove Connie home first and then came back for me.

We left at about 10.

His name is Andrew Foyle.

And he's the most wonderful man I've ever met.

Foyle, he's got the same name as you.

- Mm.

That's because um, I'm his father.

(suspenseful music) - I understand this puts you in a difficult position sir.

- That's a bloody understatement Milner.

- [Milner] I'm sure Andrew is above suspicion.

- Is he?

He's not above mine.

- Mr Bennett, sir.

Those men that were just here.

- The police.

- What happened?

- You haven't heard?

Connie Dewar was killed last night.

Someone pushed her down the stairs.

- What?

- It's terrible I know, beggars belief.

I don't know what the Board's going to make of this.

(suspenseful music) - Detective Chief Superintendent Foyle, it's a pleasure to meet you.

You must be very proud of your son.

I have to say he's a credit to you.

- Thank you.

I'm here, I'm afraid though, in an official capacity.

- And that is?

- A young woman has been found dead.

She used to deliver fuel here, Connie Dewar.

- The name doesn't mean anything to me.

- No, she may well have been involved in some way with two of your pilots.

One of them being my son.

- I see, and the other?

- Rex Talbot.

- And you've come here, what, to interrogate them?

- Well we'd like yo speak to them, with your permission.

- Well I'm not sure I like the idea.

I'm sorry, how did she die?

- She was murdered.

She was pushed down a flight of stairs and she broke her neck.

- And it couldn't have been an accident?

- No, indications suggest otherwise.

- Indications.

You see the morale of my men is my first and my only concern.

In this matter, Mr. Foyle, as I'm sure you're aware, we've sustained enormous losses.

And although they may not show it, they're living on a knife-edge right now.

Your coming in here and throwing a barrage of questions at my two best pilots could be the last thing we need.

- I quite understand that.

I can't say I'm particularly eager to discuss this with my son.

I'd much rather not be here at all, quite frankly.

But the girl is dead, we need to know how and why.

I'm here as a courtesy.

I could arrange for them to be taken to the station if you prefer.

- No, of course you can see them here.

I just wanted to be sure you appreciated the situation.

- I do.

- Mr Foyle.

Sir, this is a surprise.

You're the last person I expected to see.

- Rex, I'm afraid I've got some rather bad news.

- What?

- I understand you know a young woman called Connie Dewar.

- Nothing's happened to her has it?

Is she all right?

- I'm afraid she's dead.

I'm sorry.

- How?

- She fell and broke her neck.

It could have been an accident.

- Could have been?

- She may have been involved in a struggle.

- Have you spoken to Violet?

I mean Violet must have been there, they live together.

She must have seen what happened.

- Violet, wasn't there.

When was the last time you saw Connie?

- At the Flamingo.

She wasn't very pleased with me.

We had an argument a few nights ago.

Stupid, really.

There's a lot of bad feeling about the Irish here, but it shouldn't have happened.

Then last night, I didn't expect to see her there.

She came down from the office.

She'd been drinking.

She wouldn't come with me, so Andrew took her home.

Does he know?

- I've not spoken to him yet.

- Poor Connie.

Poor girl.

God, what a waste!

- How close were you?

Had you talked of getting married?

- Sometimes, yes.

But these aren't the right times.

We took it one day at a time really.

I loved her.

Connie was loyal.

Funny.

She was wonderful.

- Did she ever mention her work at the depot?

- Not really, no.

Day-to-day stuff.

She seemed very happy there.

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

Huh, my RAF friends are buying it every day.

You never know who's going to be next.

But Connie.

- I can't believe it.

I suppose that means you're here officially?

Have you told Rex?

- I've just seen him.

- He'll be shattered, he adored her.

You don't think he had anything to do with it?

- Well, um-- - Oh come on dad, that's absurd.

I mean, Rex and Connie were.

You've known him since he was 12, for heaven's sake.

A man like that isn't going to throw his girlfriend down a flight of stairs.

Even if he has a reason, which Rex didn't.

- Andrew.

- The man's a hero, dad.

- Everyone here admires him.

I have to tell you it's not going to go down well, interrogating him.

- Well I have to tell you I don't have any choice.

And if it was anybody but two of you they'd be down at the station by now.

- Me?

Are you telling me I'm a suspect as well?

- It's obviously escaped your attention but until proved otherwise, you are the last person to have seen her alive.

But no, you're not a suspect.

- Well yeah, I drove her home, what of it?

- Then what?

- Nothing, I dropped her off and went back to the club.

All right?

- You remember this?

- Yeah, this was taken when I got my wings.

I gave you a copy, is this it?

- No, it's not.

I found this in her diary, I found her diary under her pillow.

- What?

- Did you give it to her?

- No.

- How did she get it then?

- Well, I've no idea.

- Did you give one to anyone else?

- What do you think dad?

Do you think I paper them around town?

I gave one to you because it was something special.

How can you even think that?

- You did not give a copy of this photograph to Connie Dewar?

- No, I did not.

- Well did Violet?

Who you were with last night.

- Did she tell you that?

- Yep.

- Did she say anything else?

- Yep, I know the name of the hotel, the number of the room.

Well listen, for God's sake, I mean we've got a dead girl here last heard making threats.

You make it your business to drive her home.

You're one of the last people to see her alive.

Your photographs found in her diary.

- And you've been investigating me?

You send Sam in to spy on me and my friends.

And what's more you've been digging up the dirt on Violet and me.

- Well, why couldn't you tell me?

How do you think I feel, finding out you've been sneaking off to some godforsaken place with some girl and I'm the last person to know about it.

- What, would you rather I'd taken her home?

- Do you love this girl?

- She's not this girl.

Her name is Violet, and it's none of your business!

You know dad, I don't think you know me at all.

I don't think you have any idea what goes on in my head.

You come here, of all places, and you ask these questions as if anybody really gives a damn.

Connie's dead.

I had nothing to do with it.

Rex had nothing to do with it.

So just chuck it!

(door knocking) - Yep.

- [Milner] I've just seen the medical report sir.

- Yeah, it's a, she was four months pregnant, wasn't she?

- Yes sir.

- Yeah in here, she says she's not been feeling well for a while.

And the last entry is about still feeling bad.

Appointment with DH.

- [Milner] DH?

- There's a lot of shorthand.

Could be a doctor.

- Does she name the father?

- Unfortunately not.

- Rex Talbot will be the obvious choice.

- Well there's a lot about him.

Does he or doesn't he love me?

Is he seeing anyone else?

There's something about a planned double wedding.

- Double wedding?

- Her and Talbot and Violet Davies and um, my son.

- Does she mention the fuel deliveries or any involvement in the petrol racket?

- A couple of oblique references.

A sort of record of payments.

10 pound from MB.

Five pound from MB.

- MB, Michael Bennett.

- Mm.

She's being paid almost weekly.

It must be a heck of a lot of fuel we're talking about.

- Enough to make an arrest?

- Well it's still not clear if she was killed, why she was killed, and what she was doing with a photograph of my son.

- That's not mentioned in the diary?

- No, it's not.

Since it seems either of 'em could be the father, wouldn't it be a good idea to find out if either of them knew she was pregnant?

- Yes, sir.

- And while we're at, we'll get Sam out of the depot.

Leave that to me.

- Yes, sir.

- Tell me, bicarbonate of soda.

It turns out Connie Dewar might have taking it for morning sickness.

Spoken to your wife?

- No, no, sir.

- I should.

- Yes.

- So you want me to leave?

- Well, you've done as much as you can.

And after what's happened, it's too big a risk now.

- But nobody knows anything about me.

- How do you know?

I can't take the chance.

- All right, I'll hand in my notice.

- Take the rest of the day off, pick me up usual time tomorrow.

- Yes sir, whatever you say.

- Yes, Connie Dewar was a patient of mine.

She came to see me a couple of days ago.

- And you told her that she was expecting a child?

- You'd have thought it had been self evident.

She was four months gone, but in fact she had no idea.

- Was she pleased?

- She was shocked.

That was the overriding emotion.

- I don't suppose she told you the name of the father.

- No, I'm afraid not.

She did say she was still seeing him.

She said she was going to tell him the news after she left me.

- Right, thank you.

- Out of interest Mr Foyle, how did you find me?

- She kept a diary and made a reference to a DH.

We simply looked for local doctors with those initials.

- I see.

Only my Christian name's Graham.

- Yeah it confused us a bit.

But we eventually decided that the D just must have stood for doctor.

- And now she's dead, I'm very sorry to hear it.

What a terrible waste of a young life.

- Mm.

Two.

- Indeed.

(door knocking) - Ah Miss Stewart, I'm glad to see you.

- Mr Bennett, I've got some rather bad news.

- We've got a rush on deliveries, this business with Miss Dewar!

- Actually, sir.

- Mrs Bennett and I have to meet the girl's parents.

We won't be here.

Just leave the paperwork on my desk, you understand?

- Yes sir.

- What was it you were going to say?

Bad news?

- No, nothing.

I'll tell you tomorrow.

- Right.

Come on.

(melancholy music) - ÷Wing Commander] How are you bearing up Rex?

- I'm all right, thank you sir.

- I was so sorry to hear about your girl.

Are you ready to fly?

- To be honest sir, I can't wait to get back in the air.

- Good man.

We've been lucky in a way.

Because most of the action in the past weeks has been to the east of us in Kent it's given us a chance to get the new chaps up to scratch.

However, all that's about to change.

- We're back on ops sir?

- Any day now, yes.

Things are about to get very tight.

You know how much I depend on you.

I wanted to be sure you were ready.

- Very much so sir.

- Good.

The police have come back.

You don't have to talk to them if you don't want you know.

- I don't mind, sir.

I think I owe it to her.

- All right, dismissed.

- Well, how can I help you?

- Were you aware Miss Dewar was pregnant?

- Pregnant?

- She didn't tell you?

- No.

- Were you the father?

- What?

Yes of course I was the father, who else could have been it?

- That's what I'm asking you.

- How dare you talk about Connie like that.

She's only been dead a day and already you're treating her like some kind of.

I was the father, yes.

- Then why didn't she tell you?

- Because, I suppose she didn't want to put any pressure on me.

- To marry her?

- I told you the last time we met.

We talked about marriage, but not yet.

Not until after the duration.

- Could you have married her?

- [Rex] What do you mean?

- What would your family have thought?

- My father's dead.

My mother, I don't know.

- But if she was expecting your child?

- What are you saying now?

That I killed her because I didn't want to be dragged into a marriage that was beneath me?

That's not true.

I'm not a snob, I loved her.

And anyway, I've already said she didn't tell me.

I didn't know.

When was it due?

- She'd been pregnant four months.

- She didn't tell me.

But it was mine, Sergeant Milner.

Maybe I didn't want a child.

I, I don't know what to think.

But it was definitely mine.

- How's your investigation going, Mr Foyle?

This petrol business.

- Connie Dewar, you know her?

- What gives you that idea?

- She used to wax barrels in your brewery.

- Well I'm not denying it, yes Connie worked for me.

- Did you know she's dead?

- I heard.

Tragic.

Yes, death seems to follow you around Mr Foyle.

- Quite the opposite.

I follow it.

Did you know she was pregnant?

Did you know you were the father?

- Did she tell you that?

- The doctor told her she was pregnant.

She was going to tell the father as soon as she left the surgery.

She came straight to your office.

Three hours later, she's dead.

(suspenseful music) - I was very fond of Connie.

I looked after her.

And when her boyfriend got shot down, well of course, she came to me.

He'd been in hospital for about three weeks or so, and I had to comfort her.

And I suppose one thing led to another.

I know it doesn't sound so good, Frank Gannon having his wicked way while the ace boyfriend is giving his all for King and country.

It didn't have to be me.

It could have been Rex.

For all I know it could have been anyone.

- You're married, I believe.

- Yes, and a baby would have been an embarrassment.

But speaking off the record Mr Foyle, she didn't have to have it.

I know the law.

But I also know people who respect the law less than me.

And I could have found someone to, help her.

- So you met my father.

- Did he tell you?

- He interrogated me.

- Why?

He doesn't think you've got anything to do with Connie does he?

- Apparently, he does.

- That's daft.

- Well, I took her home.

And, she had a photograph of me under her pillow.

- What?

- He found it.

- Connie had your picture?

- I don't know how she got it.

- Are you saying she?

Were you and her?

- No.

- Then why did she have your picture?

- That's what I'm asking.

- Why did you take her home anyway?

I don't understand you sometimes.

First of all it was you and that new girl Sam Stewart.

And now, you and Connie.

I thought we were going to get married.

- Is that what you told my father?

- Yes.

- I wish you hadn't.

- Why not?

It's true, isn't it?

Andrew?

- Um, I, it's not the right time to be talking about it.

- Well it was the right time when you were trying to get me into bed with you.

- Violet?

- You're all the same, you airmen.

You think you're God's gift.

Well I've got news for you Mr Foyle, you're not.

- What are you trying to say?

- I've had enough of you.

- Connie always said you can never trust a pilot.

And she was right.

(melancholy music) (lock clicking) (door slamming) (briefcase ticking) (suspenseful music) (bomb ticking) (suspenseful music) - Hello?

Is anybody there?

Could you let me out?

Hello.

Help!

Hello!

(bomb ticking) Hello!

Help!

Hello!

(phone ringing) - God.

Yes?

- [Sam] Sir, it's Sam.

- Sam, what is it?

- I'm at the depot.

In the Bennetts' office.

- What are you doing there?

- It's a long story.

The point is, there's, there's a bomb.

- There's a what?

- It's in a suitcase, someone left it here.

I couldn't see who it was, I'm afraid.

But I sort of got stuck in this office.

- What do you mean you're stuck in the office?

- I'm locked in and it looks as if it will go off pretty soon.

- Soon, how soon?

- 10 minutes I'd say, sir.

- Well get out of a window, break a window.

- I'll try.

- And if you can't do that you get behind something solid.

Lie flat behind a desk or a table or something.

On my way.

(suspenseful music) (bomb ticking) - [Officer] Try the door now.

This way, get set up.

(hammer clanging) - Sam?

- Sir, it's over there.

- [Christopher] Come on, out.

- [Bomb Disposal] Okay, steady now.

- I mean, what on earth did you think you were doing really?

- I just wanted to get these.

- These?

What are they?

- Requisition orders.

They were in the safe.

- It was totally irresponsible.

I mean you could have got yourself killed.

- Well, whoever it was didn't know I was in there sir.

- What you didn't see anything at all?

- I'm afraid not.

- It's all right sir, it's safe.

You were very lucky Miss.

Not very cleverly put together.

It should have gone off 10 minutes ago.

- Right, thank you.

- I don't know what the aim was sir, but there's enough to blow this place to kingdom come.

- O'Halloran?

- Do you think so sir?

I can't be sure.

Could the IRA have anything to do with it?

- Well-- - And how are you going to prove it?

- Mm.

Anyway, are you all right?

- I think so, sir.

Look, I'm really sorry.

- But not as sorry as I'd have been if you'd been killed.

The sergeant's a terrible driver.

- [Sean] What the-- - Are you off back to Ireland, Mr O'Halloran?

- Who are you?

- I thought I ought to return this.

- Jesus!

- [Christopher] Right so you know what it is.

- You're under arrest for attempted murder.

I have to caution you that you're not obliged to say anything, but anything you do say will be taken down and used in evidence against you.

- Murder?

I didn't try to murder anyone.

- What is this?

- Well, this is an arrest Mr Gannon.

- I don't think I've done anything wrong Mr Foyle.

- The bomb.

It didn't go off, and O'Halloran talked.

- Is your name Carter?

- Yeah.

- Right.

- You're under arrest too.

- On what charge?

- Purloining of petrol, conspiracy to commit sabotage.

And for your outstanding contribution to the war effort, it gives me great pleasure to know that you're going to spend a long time doing hard labor.

(suspenseful music) And the three of them have now been arrested.

It's difficult to know how much fuel has been involved.

But we have to be talking about thousands of gallons.

- It's unbelievable.

- I knew nothing about it, Mr Evans.

I swear to you on my soul.

I'm not a racketeer.

I never even met this man, Gannon.

- I've said this already.

But I've never had any reason to doubt this man's honesty.

- That may well be the case, but Connie Dewar was certainly involved.

- Yes, we have her diary.

And it records several payments to her by an MB.

- Michael Bennett.

- We now know how the thefts were achieved.

Sam gave us a very good idea of the working practice here.

- Sam who?

- Sam Stewart.

- Samantha Stewart was working for you?

- Yes, sorry to have kept it from you.

- From what she told us, the system seemed pretty cut and dried.

Requisition orders were made.

Copies were kept at both ends.

Everything seemed above board.

- I designed the system myself.

- Yes, I understand, but all the requisitions were brought here by dispatch riders.

But it was interesting that it was Mrs Bennett who nearly always met them.

But suppose she exchanged the real requisition order for a fake one.

Nobody would know.

A customer demands 300 gallons.

Mrs Bennett changes the order to 500 and that's what Connie Dewar takes from the depot.

She then delivers the 300 gallons to the customer.

Leaving 200 to be handed over to Frank Gannon.

All the figures seem to add up.

And it will be months if not years before anyone realizes anything is wrong.

- Pamela?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

I make no decisions here, my husband's in charge.

- Yeah, she's absolutely right.

I mean, I can't believe what you're saying!

My wife couldn't possibly-- - Do you know who recruited Connie Dewar?

- Um.

- Were you aware that she had worked for Frank Gannon before she came here?

- No.

- He had met your wife and recruited her.

And your wife recruited Connie Dewar.

- But in the diary, you said the initials of the man who was paying Miss Dewar were MB.

- Yes, Connie used an irregular shorthand.

DH, for example, was Dr Henderson.

So it's quite possible that MB could have stood for Mrs Bennett.

- No, no, no, no, you're wrong.

You're quite wrong.

Not Pamela, she couldn't.

- Of course I could.

- What?

- Have you no idea what you put me through?

Watching you strut around this depot like, Hitler.

So full of yourself.

You treat me like dirt.

I work for you.

You don't even give me any money of my own.

I have to watch you with the other girls.

The way you run your eyes over them, even when I'm there.

For heaven's sake.

You humiliate me every day.

- And Gannon?

- He offered me a way out.

Money, independence.

A chance to live my own life after the war.

And nobody would know it was me.

That was the beauty of it.

I'd get all the money, he'd get all the blame.

Connie understood.

We were laughing at you.

That was the best part.

It made us feel good.

(melancholy music) - There's one thing I don't understand.

The bomb.

- It was intended to destroy any records, any evidence in the main office here of how much fuel had really been taken and any links it might have had with Gannon.

- And O'Halloran?

- He was a hired hand, and a clever choice.

We might have believed that there was a political motive for the explosion.

The IRA, for example.

When in fact the bomb was there just to cover up a petty crime.

- What about the girl, Mr Foyle?

- Yeah.

- Do you know who killed her?

- Maybe.

- [Rex] Hello sir.

- Hello Rex.

- I rather thought I'd be seeing you again.

- Mm.

So you know why?

- I knew you'd work it out.

Andrew has spoken so much about the way you work.

How did you know?

- You gave yourself away rather early, you know.

- Did I?

- Remember the first time I came here to let you know that Connie had been found dead?

And you said, "Have you spoken to Violet?

"Violet must have been there.

"They lived together.

"She must have seen what happened."

So you knew it happened at the flat.

Just as you knew, that in fact, Violet hadn't been there because, you were.

- It was because of the baby.

I knew she was pregnant.

I knew she was going to have a child.

She would have forced me to marry her.

It was out of the question.

My mother wouldn't hear of it.

- Well, the baby wasn't yours.

- What?

- You know perfectly well the baby wasn't yours.

It was conceived when you were in hospital after you'd been shot down.

- What are you saying?

- I'm saying that you tried to use the baby to hide the truth, just as you used Connie to hide the truth.

- Please.

- See, I couldn't find a reason why Connie would have had a photograph of Andrew.

But you see then I'd assumed that it was her photograph.

When in fact it was yours, wasn't it?

- Yes.

(groaning) (shouting) - Rex, please.

- Sorry, look after this for me will you.

(groaning) (shouting) I'd asked her to hold my jacket.

My wallet must have fallen out of my pocket.

(suspenseful music) - It says it all in the diary.

She was confused about your feelings for her.

The lack of anything physical.

And the photograph explained everything.

You're not interested in women, are you Rex?

- No, sir.

The truth is.

The truth is, I have feelings for-- - Andrew.

- Yes.

I disgust you.

- Not at all.

- I wish I could believe that.

- It's true.

- I couldn't let the other chaps know the truth about me.

You don't understand the spirit of this place.

Friendships.

But it was more than that.

They wouldn't have let me fly any more.

They'd have kicked me out.

I couldn't let that happen.

- I think you do them an injustice.

- I couldn't risk it.

Connie guessed the truth.

She threatened to expose me.

- I know something, do you know what I know?

I've got a little secret.

And maybe it's about time I started sharing it around.

- Connie listen to me, you mustn't tell anyone.

- Why not?

You used me.

You never loved me.

You only pretended.

You said you were going to marry me.

You wouldn't marry me.

You didn't even want to touch me.

- Connie.

I'm, I'm fond of you.

- You just used me so that nobody would know what you really are.

- I had to.

If you tell them, they won't let me fly.

- I don't care, I hate you, I wish I'd never met you.

You make me sick!

- Please!

Connie.

I didn't push her.

She fell.

- Why were there bruises on her wrists?

- Does it really matter, sir?

Does any of it really matter?

It was an accident.

Does it have to go any further?

(bell ringing) That's the call to scramble.

You're right, of course Mr Foyle.

I have to answer for Connie.

Manslaughter, murder, whatever you want to call it.

But surely it can wait until I get back.

- I can't let you leave.

- I have to sir.

I'm flying number one in first section.

It will jeopardize the op if I suddenly duck out.

I'm not going to run away.

I've nowhere to go.

For the others sir, I beg you.

Let me fly this one last time.

Thank you.

There was one other thing.

I would so much prefer it if Andrew didn't know.

We could just say it was because of the baby.

I think I can bear any shame, but not that.

(engines revving) - Ah there you are Talbot, I thought you were going to sit this one out.

- I wouldn't let you go without me there to hold your hand.

- Your 10th kill Rex.

- Yes, as long as Foyle doesn't snatch it away this time.

- I'm not coming anywhere near you.

- Come on chaps, get a move on.

- [Pilot] Yes sir, as fast as we can sir.

- [Officer] Come on let's get out there.

- Good luck, Andrew.

Proud to fly with you.

Always have been.

(peaceful music) (engines revving) - Home, sir?

- Home, Sam.

(melancholy music) (radio chattering) (door closing) - [Andrew] Dad.

- Andrew.

- I'm sorry we argued.

- So am I.

My fault.

- Rex is dead.

Dog fight over the Channel.

There were about 20 of them, 109's.

We intercepted them at 12,000 feet.

They came at us like a swarm.

I was in Rex's flight, as always.

And he, I've never seen flying like that.

He must have bagged at least half a dozen of them.

More.

Then suddenly, there were two of them on his tail and.

I thought he'd come out.

I kept on waiting to see him come out on his 'chute.

And there I was to protect him.

The plane was spinning.

It was on fire.

I suppose he must have been knocked out.

I watched it go all the way down.

- I'm sorry.

- I don't know how I'll be able to carry on, dad.

He was my best friend.

- He was a good man.

So carry on for him.

- A good man.

- He was one of the best.

(suspenseful music) (suspenseful music)