(sirens blaring) (explosion) - We've got a gas leak.

Get it plugged.

- Oh, God.

- Sorry, you can't come through.

- But you don't understand, I live here.

- What's your name?

- Joyce Davies.

This is my house.

- All right, love, you'd better come with me.

This lady says she lives here.

- My house, I don't believe it.

- All right, love, we caught one, it'll be all right.

Someone get her a cup of tea.

Here.

Sit down.

- My chair, my kitchen chair.

- Not much left of the kitchen I'm afraid.

So where were you last night, down at the local shelter?

- No, no, I wasn't.

- Was the house empty?

- No.

My husband.

Oh, Graham!

- Any children.

- No, Graham, is he in there?

- We're looking now.

- Have you got somewhere to go, someone to look after you?

- Bloody Germans.

Dropped a bomb on my house.

Bloody cowards.

- Don't you worry.

Our boys will be doing the same to them and worse.

- Hey, you stay there.

Aw, sergeant, come on.

Take care, I've got his wife over there.

- Bloody hell.

(suspenseful music) - Bruce, you must let me pay my share.

- Oh, forget it, I was coming down anyway.

- Thanks Bruce.

- Give me a call, let's have lunch, yes.

- Righty-O.

- Good luck.

(engine revving) (door closing) - [Christopher] Hello.

- Hello Dad.

- what the hell are you doing?

- I was trying not to wake you.

- You're trying not to, you're making such a bloody racket.

- Sorry.

I don't supposed you've got any food have you?

I left too early for breakfast.

- Food, yes, there's food.

There's some eggs.

- Great.

- That's about it, though.

You got some leave?

- No, I've been posted.

- Right.

Well, you put something together.

I'll have my scrambled.

I'll get changed.

- All right.

- The uniform suits you.

- Thanks.

Wish I could say the same for your dressing gown.

- Mm.

- Knew him up in Oxford and bumped into him again in London.

He put me up last night and drove me down today.

You sure you don't remember him?

- What was his name again?

- Bruce.

Bruce Leighton-Morris?

- No.

- He's racking for the crown film, you know.

- Right.

So you've finished your training then have you?

- Mm-hmm.

- Are you attached to a squadron now?

- No, and I don't know why not.

Most of the chaps I was with have already done operation, bombers, coastal command.

Calder, he was our CO, sent me here.

Some sort of cloak and dagger show.

Don't breathe a work to a soul, that sort of thing.

- Does that include me?

- Absolutely.

- I understand.

Well, good to have you home anyway.

- You never talk about the last war.

- Oh, well, not if I can help it.

- Well, I mean you were in it.

- Yeah, worst three years of my life.

- So you were conscripted?

- No, conscription didn't start till 1916, I volunteered.

- And?

- Well, um, when I was a private, I was sent to France, came out as what they called a temporary officer and gentleman because there's nobody else left.

- Did you ever kill anyone?

- What are you worried about maybe having to?

- I supposed I have begun to think about it.

Well, did you?

(knocking) - Yes.

Yeah, I did.

And all I can say is you get through it.

- Hell or high water.

(knocking) - Get that would you, it's my driver.

- Of course.

- Oh, hello.

- Hello.

Are you?

- You must be Andrew.

I'm Samantha Stewart, I'm your father's driver.

- Oh, come in.

He never told me had a, uh, well, a girl.

Especially such a pretty one.

- Oh, I see you don't hold back.

Obviously well trained by the RAF.

- Have you met many pilots?

- No, I tend to mix more with policemen.

Just as well, really.

- Look, I didn't mean to offend you.

We've plenty of WAF drivers.

I just didn't expect to meet one driving my dad.

- Well, I was hoping to cook or knit better covers for his majesty's forces, but here I am.

- You two met then.

- Yes.

- You here this evening?

- They haven't told me where I'm being bolted, but I expect so.

- Right, will you sign my up?

- Right.

- Good.

Sam.

(door closing) (engine revving) - (Christopher] What's on your mind Sam?

- My father called me last night.

He's coming down to Hastings.

- Well, it's a nice surprise, isn't it?

- It's a surprise, certainly.

He wants me to have dinner with him tomorrow night.

- So what's the problem?

- He is.

He never wanted me to join the MTC and I don't suppose he'll think the police are any better.

He's really come to check up on me.

- Well, I'm sure you'll be able to persuade him you're doing a worthwhile job.

- You don't know my father.

- Oh.

- Morning sir.

- What's going on?

- A man's body's been found in a house in Henley Terrace, found last night.

- Was he killed by Jerry?

- No, not unless they're dropping kitchen knives, he was stabbed.

- It was a lone raider, sir.

Came in just before dawn.

Dropped six by explosives and numerous injuries.

We've got casualties on Bexley Avenue, Mayhill and Echo Upon Glenn.

This was the worst hit.

As you can see, he wouldn't have stood a chance.

- [Paul] Certainly was dead already.

(gentle music) - Worn by the killer, torn off as the knife went in perhaps?

- A young girl?

- A young girl with a kitchen knife.

What did you know about him?

- Graham Davies.

42, a driver, not in the forces.

Local deliveries, removals, that sort of thing.

Married, no children.

- [Christopher] Who was his wife?

- Oh, we put her in the pub around the corner.

Thought she could do with a drink after all this.

- Me, too.

- I should have been there.

That's what I can't get over, I should have been there.

- I don't think there's anything you could have done.

- Who'd want to kill my Graham.

- We were hoping you'd tell us that.

- It doesn't make any sense.

- She's still a bit, uh.

- Sure, okay, thank you.

Good morning.

- Who are you?

- I'm a police officer investigating your husband's death.

- There's nothing I can tell you.

I don't know anything about it.

- Your husband drove a lorry for a living, is that right?

- He came back from Wales last night.

- [Officer] What was he carrying?

- It was art stuff and paintings, that sort of thing.

He'd been in London.

That's where he had to collect it from.

- And do you know which gallery?

- He did tell me, I can't remember.

The Wilson, the Windstone, something like that.

- And you were in Brighton last night, is that right?

- Well, yes.

- Who were you with?

- I was with a friend.

- Would you mind telling us your friend's name?

- I did love Graham.

He wasn't a bad man.

We never had enough money, we never did anything.

His name's Trevor Thompson.

He's the cinema manager at the Historia.

- And your husband didn't know about this?

- He'd have died if he found out.

He never knew.

I didn't want to hurt him.

- Is this yours?

- No.

- You recognize it?

- No, I've never seen it before.

- Okay.

- [Officer] You realize it's seven and you're gonna have to search what's left of this place.

- [Christopher] I was afraid you were going to say that.

- [Officer] Well, the reason he was killed might still be in there.

- Excuse me, sir.

There's a witness wants to talk to you.

His name is Frank Watson and he was on patrol in this area last night.

- Mr. Watson?

- There's not much to tell you, sir.

I was on my way home, about half past 10, and this man came up to me.

- What did he look like?

- What?

- What did he look like?

- I couldn't see, I told you.

It was black out.

About as tall as you he was.

About 50, I don't know.

- And what did he want?

- He asked me the way to Henley Terrace and I told him, past the corner, second on the right.

And then I thought what's he doing creeping around the streets this time of night.

He's not from around here.

Could be a German spy, could be anyone.

And then when I heard about the murder.

- Right.

Well, thank you.

- Huh?

(suspenseful music) (engine revving) - Good morning, Foyle.

My name is Wing Commander Keller, welcome to the manor.

- [Andrew] Sir.

- I have your instructor's report.

He says a lot of good things about you.

- Thank you, sir.

- I just hope it's true.

- You flew under the fourth bridge.

- We had a bit of a bet.

- Risking your own neck and more to the point, a valuable aircraft.

Still, it seems you have an aptitude for low level flying and that's why you're here.

I imagine you were disappointed not to be posted to a squadron.

- Yes, sir.

If you want the truth, I was.

- Well, this is much, much more important.

What I'm about to show you is probably the biggest, most important secret of the war.

This goes no further.

You don't even whisper a word to your mother.

- Actually, sir, my mother's dead.

- Security is my responsibility and if you step out of line, I'll come down on you like a ton of bricks, is that understood?

- Absolutely, sir.

- Good, right.

Well, let me introduce you to the three most important letters you'll hear in your life.

RDF, Radio Direction Finding.

Also known as radar.

How do you think Hitler made such easy work of Poland, Belgium and the Netherlands?

It was because he was able to take out their entire Air Forces before they got off the ground.

Thanks to radar, that's not gonna happen here.

Ah, how are you on science?

- It was never my strong suit, I'm afraid sir.

- [Keller] Well, put simply, radar allows us to determine the position of a distant point by means of reflected radio waves.

It means that we can spot enemy aircraft at night, in cloud, long before they even reach the coast, spot them, intercept them and, of course, destroy them.

We have CH stations, chain home, that's what they're called, all along the coast.

You've probably noticed that masts.

- [Andrew] Yes, sir, I have.

And so will Jerry, won't they?

- Well, they haven't appreciated their significance, thank God.

Maybe they're not quite the masterys that they think.

The radar station's the eyes.

They're directly connected to fighter command HQ, which is in North London.

That, in turn is connected to sector control rooms in different parts of the country that control our defenses.

- [Guard] Can I see your pass.

Sir.

- [Keller] Thank you corporal.

- [Andrew] What's my part in all this, sir?

- I'm about to introduce you to a group Captain Graham.

He's a brilliant man, science background, runs this station and more or less built it.

He trained the people that work here and he's put together a formidable team.

He'll introduce you, you'll be based at the manor, but this is where the vital work will be done.

That's why you're here.

(doors closing) (suspenseful music) - Very good to meet you Foyle, very good indeed.

I don't do much formality here, unlike Keller.

Killer Keller, that's what we call him.

Would you like some tea?

- No, thank you sir.

- It's very good of you to help us out.

The wing commander's put you in the picture I hope?

- To a certain sense, sir, yes.

- Well, at the moment, we're fine tuning, calibrating the system.

It's a bit late some might say, but that's where you come in.

- Low fly.

- Low flying, night flying, Yes.

- You're going to track me.

- Find you, track you, everything.

Except shoot you down, ha!

Make sure you turn on your IFF by the way.

It's only one little switch and you'd be amazed how many pilots forget it.

- Nobody knows about these exercises.

And if you don't identify yourself with an IFF signal, we will have every guard on the south coast firing at you.

- I won't forget, sir.

- I can't tell you how important all this is to us Foyle.

We recently lost one of our plotters, most unfortunate, and we have to get the new team up to scratch.

- Plotters?

- I'll show you around.

At ease everyone.

This is pilot Officer Foyle, our very own hedge hopper.

We'll be tracking him as of tomorrow.

Corporal Haus, Sam Roberts, Corporal Hillsworth.

- Hello.

- How do you do?

- You'll get a chance to meet up at the manor, that's where they built it, a home away from home isn't it Baders?

- Damn troughs and dreadful food, not my idea of home.

- Don't put him off.

Now, this is what I want to show you Foyle.

This is what is going to win us the war.

(knocking) - [Officer] Trevor Thompson, sir.

- Yes.

- He was with Joyce Davies last night.

He backs up her story.

- Would a murderer really have to ask the way to his victim's house do you think?

- The man Frank Watson saw?

- Mm-hmm.

- Hmm, it's a bit unlikely.

It was pitch black and they've taken down half a sign post, so, it's easy to get confused.

- This has been repaired quite recently, see.

- That might help us.

There can't be that many jewelers in Hastings.

- Exactly, you go into that while I'm in London.

- Sir?

- The Whittington Gallery, who will have a collection of priceless French impressionists' paintings and drawings.

Davies used to work for them.

- Might have got him killed?

- Might have got him killed.

(slow dramatic music) - Enid.

- What is it?

- Listen.

- What?

- The paper.

Police are investigating the murder of 42-year-old Graham Davies, a lorry driver who was found stabbed in the wreckage of his house shortly after last night's air raid.

- My God, Harold.

Oh, my God.

- What are we gonna do?

- Morning.

- Good morning, sir.

- Everything in order?

- Everything's fine, ready to go.

(gentle music) (engine revving) (bright music) - The target Spitfire's taken off, sir.

- All right.

He'll head in land 30 miles and then turn.

We have nine minutes until the exercise starts.

- Standing by, sir.

(bright music) - I've completed my circle and I'm coming in, over and out.

(suspenseful music) - Don't you got him yet?

- Nothing, sir, just a blank screen.

Wait a minute, there's something.

No, that's just ground reflection.

- Come on Roberts, this is not good enough.

He'll be here in seven minutes and if he was the enemy, we'd need to see him right now.

(engine revving) - Still nothing, sir.

- All right, try a different modulation.

- Yes.

- Three minutes and counting, he's right on top of us.

- He's not there, sir, he's not anywhere.

- I've picked up an echo from his IFF, sir.

- He's out there.

Where is he?

- This is target Spitfire to base, I've just dropped a bomb, you're all goners.

(bright music) (laughing) - Well, thank you very much for bringing this to my attention Mr. Anderson.

- I imagined you'd want to know, sir.

- And this friend of his.

- His name is Bruce Leighton-Morris, sir.

A wealthy family.

- They drove down together.

- Yes, sir.

From London.

- And are you planning to arrest him?

- Not yet, sir.

But if we do.

- You'll let me know.

- Oh, yes, sir.

We'll keep you informed.

- Hello there, may I join you?

- Please do.

- Thanks.

How was it you described this place?

Damp, dismal, dreadful food.

Well, you were right about the food anyway.

- I'm Ann Roberts.

I have to say what you did this morning, we all thought it was tremendous.

I've still got no idea how you managed to sneak up on us.

- Well, I suppose I was lucky.

- Now there's something you don't meet every day, a modest pilot.

- No, actually you're right.

It was a damned good piece of flying.

- We'll just have to try harder next time.

This radar work.

Every day there are more raids and soon, it's so important.

- How long have you been a WAF?

- I started with the VADs but then I heard they were looking for people who could work nights and weren't scared of being bombed.

- And you are?

- Of course I am.

But I suppose they meant people who could keep their heads in a raid and I'm not the sort that goes off in a flap, so I though it might be me.

Anyway, I applied and I was accepted.

And they sent me to Borzie where I was trained.

That was in April.

And then I was sent here.

- So you live here?

- Actually, I've got an aunt living in Hastings.

She runs a flower shop.

I see her some weekends, but most of the time I'm here.

We've got rooms in the old stable block, the three of you.

- The plotters, yes.

- Must be quite a team.

- Hmm.

- Listen, when are you back duty.

- Not until three.

- Let's go out for lunch.

- What?

- I know the perfect place, come on.

(gentle instrumental music) Here.

- Thank you.

This is lovely.

- Yes, isn't it?

You could almost forget there's a war on.

- Oh, no, I mean the war's all we ever think about here, day and night.

- The people who run this show, they seem pretty tough.

- They're all right, really.

Group Captain Graham can be a bit short tempered.

He was a pilot, you know, in the last war, and then he flew in Persia, he won lots of medals and Wing Commander Keller, he's not very friendly, but that's not a wire anybody here.

- Are all the operators girls?

- Most of them are, I think.

They say men are too ham fisted.

Men peel potatoes, but women scrape them.

That's the difference, at least that's what they say.

We've got the right hand for the job.

- I think you've got perfect hands.

- You should stop flirting like that.

How do you know I haven't got a boyfriend?

- I don't.

Have you?

- That's none of your business.

- Oh, I see.

It's like everything else in this place, top secret.

Here.

- That's not beer is it.

You'll get me shot.

- It's ginger beer.

Don't drink it too fast.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

- How long are you going to be sir?

- I have no idea Sam.

- It's just that there's a salon just around the corner and I was thinking about getting my hair done.

My father.

- Oh.

Um, I might be an hour.

- Here he is.

- Good morning.

Mr. Foyle, is it.

I'm Austin Carmichael, curator here, how can I help you?

- Didn't the sergeant explain on the phone.

- Yes, he said a driver has been stabbed.

- That's right.

- Extremely unpleasant business.

Why don't we walk to my office and you can tell me what it is you want.

Do you know the collection, Mr. Foyle?

- [Christopher] No, I've never been here.

- The collection was acquired by Dorothy Whittington, an American living in Paris at the turn of the century.

She moved to London just before the last war.

- She bought paintings and drawings, mainly French impressionists like Bereaux and Mattise.

- That's right, yes.

But she was also surprisingly avante garde, she met Picasso several times.

She also bought Brat, DeKerico and Marcel DuChon.

- She must be quite old now?

- Oh, she's well into her 90s and in poor health.

You might like to know that she's bequeathed this gallery and all its contents to the British people.

What a remarkable gift.

- Where are the contents?

- In Wales.

- Ah.

- After you.

- Thank you.

- Do please, as you know, all the main London galleries, including the national, moved their treasures out of the city last year and we decided to follow suit.

The building itself will remain open for lunch time, conferences and evening lectures, but the works are being housed in a disused mine in Wales and that's where they'll stay until the end of the war.

- And Graham Davies transported them for you?

- Yes.

Poor man.

But if you're thinking he light fingered some sketches on the way, you can put that right out of your mind.

- I'm not suggesting anything of the sort.

- I chose Davies myself.

He was thoroughly checked.

And besides, there was a security procedure, which was flawless.

- Would you explain that to me?

- With pleasure.

The removal was supervised by an independent witness from our Board of Governors, in fact, Mrs. Whittington's niece.

Every picture in the collection was numbered and briefly described in a ledger.

This was signed by me and countersigned by Ms. Whittington before it left the gallery in a sealed crate.

There are a number of sketches and drawings, which are not on permanent display in the gallery, but these, two, were numbered and described.

There were about 80 in all.

Everything was loaded into the gallery's own lorry, which was parked on our own grounds next to the entrance.

Before it left London, the lorry was locked with a key and remained in my possession throughout.

This is the key here.

The second key was at our facility in Wales, so the lorry couldn't be opened until it got there, at which point of course the entire procedure was reversed with every picture being checked off against the ledger, it's number and description verified.

- This the ledger there?

- [Curator] Mm-hmm.

- Would you mind?

- No, not at all.

- George Ruo clowns and horses 1910, W, what does the W mean?

- It's a little shorthand I introduced.

W is woodcut, L is lithograph, S sketch, D drawings.

1910 is the date it was executed.

- So very thorough.

- I am the custodian of Mrs. Whittington's bequest, Detective Chief Superintendent.

I'm very sensible with my responsibilities.

- Good.

- Arendal was the best.

I was sent there while I was waiting to start training.

It was enormous fun.

Arendal castle, we were actually waited on by a butler and the food was marvelous.

- Like here?

- There were 12 of us billeted in a sort of a circular tower.

The Duke and Duchess of Norfolk used to invite us to Red Cross dances.

- Really.

- But then I was send to Bordzie and that was where I met Lucy and the two of us were transferred here.

- Lucy?

- She isn't here anymore.

- So what happened to her?

- I shouldn't have mentioned it.

She died.

- Oh.

I'm sorry.

Was it a raid?

- No, it was nothing like that at all.

- Foyle, you settling in?

- Yes, thank you, sir.

- Been given a billet?

- Not yet, sir.

I was rather holding out for the stable block actually.

- [Keller] No, that's just for the girls.

- Too bad.

I suppose I can stay at home, my father lives in Hastings.

- Oh.

M-Guard?

- No, actually he's a police officer.

A detective chief superintendent.

- Well, you'd better stay with him, then.

- Right.

- Sergeant Roberts, you should be getting back to your position.

- Does seem pretty foolproof.

- Yes, I agree.

So, what other reason could there be for killing Davies?

- His wife was having an affair?

- Yeah, but she could have left him, she didn't have to kill him.

But these paintings are worth a fortune.

The old lady, who could well be dead by the end of the war, and David was the driver.

Any luck at the jewelers?

- I visited five today, nothing so far.

- Well, keep at it.

Where's Sam, by the way?

- She left to see her father.

- Oh, of course she did.

She's driving me to Wales tomorrow.

Wish me luck.

- Good luck.

- Thank you.

(bright music) - Samantha, my dear.

- Hello Dad.

- Quite a shock seeing you in uniform.

- Don't you think it suits me?

I would have changed, but I came straight from work.

- You look very smart, please sit down.

You are going to join me for supper?

- Right-O.

- There's no menu, I'm afraid.

They say it's fish cakes.

- Oh, I love fish cakes.

- Just as well.

- How's mother?

- Much the same.

She sends you her love.

She worries about you, we both do.

- Well, I'm all right.

It's only Hastings.

It's not as if it's the other side of the world.

- Well, even so, you know, we hear so much about young women these days in uniform in the forces.

Of course I know we're out of touch.

Lyminster's such a quiet place, but even if half of what we hear is true, young women in the WAF, in the ATS, the Navy.

- Up with the lark, to bed with the wren, that's what they say.

I'm sorry Dad, it's just a joke.

- That's my point rather, I don't think it is a joke.

I meet a great many parents whose daughters have got into difficulty, it's my job to offer them pastoral care and I have to say it's my opinion that any sort of morality has been shot to pieces by this dreadful war.

I read some of the bulletins put out by the Association of Moral Hygiene for example and quite frankly, I'm appalled.

Yes, but you needn't worry about me.

There's no chance of me getting PWP.

- I'm sorry.

- Pregnant without permission.

Anyway.

I'm not in the forces.

You should be grateful they moved me to the police.

It's not the same thing at all.

- Yes, I know they moved you.

In fact, that's what made it easier for your mother and me to come to our decision.

- What decision?

- I'm here Samantha because I want you to come home.

- What?

- Immediately.

Your mother still isn't well, we both need you and we'd feel more comfortable knowing where you are.

- But I can't.

- It'd be different if you were doing something important for the war effort.

That's how you talked us into letting you go in the first place, but what is this job of yours?

Driving a policeman round the country, getting involved in murders, Lord knows what else.

- Mr. Foyle needs me.

And I do more than drive him.

You don't understand.

- I'm sorry Samantha, my mind is made up.

I want you to come home.

- Andrew Foyle.

- What about him?

- Did you know that his father's a police officer?

Detective Chief Superintendent Christopher Foyle.

You may know him then.

- No.

- He's in Hastings, he has something of a reputation.

- Really, Martin, I don't see- - Andrew Foyle had lunch with Sergeant Roberts today.

- These fly boys don't waste any time.

- I heard them.

They were talking about Smith.

- Are you sure?

- He was asking questions.

- It was very unfortunate.

Poor Miss Smith.

But everyone here was aware of the strain she had been under and I thought we decided to draw a line under the whole thing.

- Well, maybe you should tell Foyle that.

- I'm sure I don't need to.

- I just thought you ought to know, sir, that's all.

- Thank you Martin.

Now I do.

- [Christopher] So you can't tell me anything at all?

- No, Dad, I can't.

- [Christopher] Everything's classified, is that it?

- Well, they gave me a new Spit.

I've never flown anything like it.

When you get in, it's a bit of a squeeze.

The canopy's only about an inch away from your head and when you breathe, I wasn't sure at first, it was a beautiful thing, but it doesn't taxi well.

If you ask me, the brake's too sensitive and if you push too hard you go belly over, but the moment I was in the air.

Well, it's hard to describe.

It was as if I'd become part of the plane.

I didn't have to think about the controls, I just thought where I wanted to go and I went.

Wizard.

20,000 feet in no time at all.

350 miles per hour.

That's at least 50 more than the Hurricane.

Turning, landing, there's just nothing like it.

- So you can tell me what you flew, but not where you flew it?

- I didn't leave England, it was a test flight.

I'm not actually going into combat, Dad, so you don't have to worry about me.

Not yet anyway.

- Good crowd?

- Yeah, they seem all right.

Wing Commander's a bit of a cold fish.

There's this girl.

- There always is.

- And damn pretty.

- Blue eyes, nice smile.

The sort of girl you want to run out and buy flowers for, except her aunt runs a flower shop here in Hastings and so she probably can't stand the sight of them.

- Don't think there's any such thing as a girl who can't stand the sight of flowers, is there?

- What are the times that you think of?

- Think of what?

- Well, you know marrying again.

- Here we go.

- [Andrew] Is there someone else.

- What, you think I'd tell you?

- Come Dad, it's been eight years.

- Andrew I don't really think this is quite the right time for this, you know.

- I don't see that the war makes any difference.

Life still goes on.

Or I sincerely hope so.

- What time are you leaving tomorrow?

- Late.

And I won't be in for dinner.

- And?

- Oh, I should be so lucky.

No, I've got a night op.

- Right.

- Sleep well, Dad.

- And to you.

Take care.

- All right.

(gentle music) - Sir, good news.

Jeweler, does a lot of repairs, tiny place in Mount Pleasant.

He remembered this straightaway.

He keeps a note of all his business.

And you were right.

Mended it six months ago.

- He give you a name?

- Yes, he did.

- Never thoughT I'd see it again.

It was taken from the house, so it must be a couple of weeks ago, wasn't it Enid?

- A couple of weeks, yes.

- We never lock the doors, someone came and took it off the sideboard in the front room.

- They took other things, too.

- A few things of Enid's.

- You report it?

- Didn't seem any point.

Nothing they took was worth very much.

- Except sentimental value.

- Is it yours?

- It was my daughter's, she died.

- Oh, very sorry to hear that.

How?

- There was an accident, she fell under a train.

I bought her that locket for her birthday just before she died.

- I'm just so glad to have it back.

I can't thank you enough.

- Does the name Graham Davies mean anything to you?

- Graham Davies, who's he?

- He worked as a driver for the Whittington Art Gallery in London.

- Never heard of it.

- Did he have it, was he the one who stole it?

- Graham Davies was killed in an air raid a few days ago.

When his body was found, he had the locket in his hand.

- Oh, maybe he bought it from someone.

- We don't care who had it.

Like Enid said, we're just glad to have to back.

- What do you do for a living Mr. Smith?

- I sell ice cream.

Stop me and buy one.

Well, at least I did.

I had to pack it in when they took away my refrigeration machine.

- They needed it to transport blood.

- Not that it'd be any use to me now.

Well, no ice cream anymore.

- Harold's joined the Home Guard.

- What, here in Eastville?

- Well, why not?

- Well, not Hastings?

- No.

Enid and I have lived here for over 30 years.

We're on our own now.

We don't get out much, keep ourselves to ourselves.

- [Bruce] So how are you getting on then?

- [Andrew] Pretty well.

- [Bruce] I'd have though you'd have gone back to London by now.

- [Andrew] I can't wait.

- [Bruce] I don't know how you can stick it down here.

- [Andrew] I was born here.

- Must be in inbred them.

No, I'm still stuck here for a couple more days.

- You should come to supper.

Meet my father.

- Why does he never come up to Oxford?

- I don't know, suppose he was too busy.

So you still scouting locations for this advocate of yours then?

- Don't knock it Andrew.

We may not be glory boys like you, but the CFU will come out of this war with its head held high.

- The crown phobias?

I can't see you making propaganda.

- It's not propaganda, it's art.

Actually, it's neither.

It's a two-reeler about the needs to conserve fuel.

- Why Hastings?

- Why not, this is where it's all happening.

What is happening by the way?

You said you had no idea what you were going to be doing down here.

I presume you found out.

- I can't really talk about it.

- What?

- Seriously.

I'm on active service now.

- Are you doing something hush hush?

- No.

- Oh, come on, I'm interested.

- No, Bruce, I ought to be going.

- Frightened you off, have I?

- Let's go halves on the lunch.

- Oh, forget it, this one's on me.

- [Andrew] I'm sorry, Bruce, I didn't mean to sound pompous.

- [Bruce] No, I understand, careless talk and all that.

Now let's see.

- [Christopher] You're disturbingly quiet, Sam.

- Yes, sir.

There's something I've been meaning to say.

I'm afraid I can't drive you anymore.

I'm going to have to offer my resignation.

- Well, this is a bit sudden.

- Effective immediately.

- You're leaving here?

- Yeah.

I mean, effective as soon as I've taken you back.

- [Christopher] Does this have anything to do with your father?

- [Samantha] Everything to do with my father.

He wants me to come home.

He's taking me with him two days from now.

- [Christopher] Oh, right.

- I did try to reason with him.

But he's decided that I'm really very useful anyway and I'm to pack it in.

- Well, I'm sorry to hear it.

- There's just once chance, sir.

I wondered if you could talk to him.

- Well, did he want to talk to me?

- Well, I did ask him and he agreed.

I hope you don't mind.

It's just that I really don't want to shove off just at the moment and I know you could easily get another driver.

I really would appreciate it.

- Well, I'll do what I can.

- [Samantha] Where are these paintings.

- [Christopher] They're in some sort of mine.

Looks like they're here.

(gentle suspenseful music) - [Curator] Rubens, Rembrandt, Michelangelo, DaVinci, we've got them all.

There's more art in wills right now than there's been in a thousand years.

Look and see it, it's a crying shame.

- Francois Berreaux.

- [Curator] That's one of his later works.

He only started drawing women just before he lost his sight.

- So you were here when Graham Davies arrived.

- I was.

- And the van was locked when it arrived?

- That lock hadn't been tampered with.

I had the only other key.

- And you were here all the time the van was being unloaded?

- I supervised the whole thing Mr. Foyle.

342 items came out and 342 went in.

I checked every one of them against the entries in Mr. Carmichael's ledger.

What makes you so sure that something was taken?

- Oh, no, I'm not.

Just want to be sure it was over here.

- It's a funny way to spend the war.

Wet nursing a bunch of old masters.

Can't even look at most of them.

There all here, all accounted for.

- Good.

- [Curator] Was your Mr. Davies a magician?

- I don't think so.

- Then he couldn't have spirited anything away.

(engine whirring) - I think I've got him, sir.

- [Graham] Range?

- 30 miles, barren 240, height 600.

- Right, lock onto him.

- There.

- Well done, Roberts.

(engine idling) - Hello again.

- Oh, it's you.

You startled me.

- Is it my imagination or is everyone a bit jumpy around here?

- We're all on edge, it's true.

There's so much at stake.

Some people say the Luthfaf is finished, that they're no match for our boys.

And I want to believe it, but I don't think it's true.

I can feel them out there, like a great big shadow getting nearer every day.

Well, I just wonder how we're ever going to stand up to them.

- You sighted me today.

- Well, we're getting there.

- I'll make it more difficult for you tonight.

- It's wonderful the way you're helping us.

I bet you can't wait to join the squadron though.

- I wanted to get out there, yes.

But I'll get my chance.

- I think you're very brave.

Is it true what you said, your father being a policeman?

- Yes, why do you ask?

- Just wondered, that's all.

- Just wondered.

- Yes.

- There wasn't something you wanted to tell me, was there?

We were interrupted at lunch- - No.

- For heaven's sake Ann, what is it?

Why are you so afraid.

- I'm not.

- I can feel it here.

Everyone seems to be so nervous.

And this isn't just Jerry.

You were telling me about your friend.

Lucy, wasn't it?

- Yes.

- You didn't tell me how she died.

- Well.

Why, it was horrible.

She committed suicide.

- Here?

- In Brighton.

She was my best friend.

I felt terrible when it happened.

It was all so wrong.

- Wrong?

- The way she was bullied and pushed and I shouldn't talk about it, it doesn't matter.

- Of course it matters.

What do you mean about her being pushed?

- It was just a manner of speaking.

- You were asking me about my father.

Is there something you want me to say to him?

Something he ought to know?

- No, I was just interested, that's all.

Lucy hated it here.

The work was too much for her and the waiting.

In the end she cracked.

We're not meant to talk about it.

I shouldn't have mentioned it at all.

I'm sorry, I have to go.

(somber music) - You were talking about her weren't you, Sergeant Roberts?

I saw the two of you together for a second time.

I'll be talking to Foyle later, so you might as well tell me the truth.

- We did mention her sir.

- [Keller] Why?

- He asked me about her.

- And what did you say.

- I didn't say anything.

That's the truth, sir.

- At ease sergeant.

Look.

We all felt as bad about Lucy as you did, but you have to see it in context.

I told you at the time we cannot allow anything to get in the way of our work and more importantly, our working as a team.

Ever since Lucy did what she did, morale has been shot to pieces and to be frank, it's been reflected in our results.

That's the main reason why pilot Officer Foyle is here.

If we keep going over old ground, it'll just make things worse.

- I do know that, sir.

- Look, I know it's been tough on you.

You were the closest to her and that's why I've come to a decision which I hope will help you get over it.

- What decision?

- I've had a request from Ventner, they're one man short and they need an experienced plotter.

I've recommended you.

You are to be transferred with immediate effect tomorrow.

- Venter?

Out of White, very much the front line.

- But, sir, I'm happy here.

- No, I don't think you are.

I think a change of scene will do you good.

- Are you moving me because you're afraid I'll talk?

- That's all, sergeant.

I'm moving you for the reasons I've just told you.

Dismissed.

- Yes, sir.

- What's this then?

Holding the sale of brick a brack?

- No it's out of Davies' household or what's left of it.

- You think you're going to find the reason he was murdered here?

- I'm beginning to think not.

It seems the gallery has nothing whatsoever to do with it.

- You sound tired.

- It's because I am.

Just back from Wales and I'm going to lose Sam.

- What the driver?

- Yeah, her father wants her back home.

- Oh, lock up your daughters, huh?

I supposed you can't blame him.

I look at my own girls and I'm only glad they're not old enough to serve.

- You worried about it?

- Well, there are all sorts of horror stories doing their rounds.

Take the ATS.

You know what they call their women?

- Officers' ground sheets.

- Well, illegitimate basarat and a rest of teenage girls this year were shot at.

- I'm sure Sam's gonna be as safe as houses in Lyminster.

- Yeah, I'm sorry.

- John, I've had enough of this, I'm going home.

I'm not getting anywhere with it.

- [John] Is Andrew home tonight?

- No, he's on some sort of operation or other.

- Then why not come out for a drink, I'm buying.

- Oh, that'll make a nice change.

- Liquid inspiration.

- All right, go ahead.

(engine whirring) (bright music) - Bearings 3-0-0, range 28 miles.

Sir, I'm not getting any IFF response.

There's no trace, sir.

- If it's had, it's obviously switched off when he shot out of the sky.

See if you can get him on the radio.

- Base to target Spitfire, base to target Spitfire, do you read me?

- This is target Spitfire to base.

Run for hall cover, I'm coming under fire.

- Foyle, you're not transmitting an IFF signal.

Put your bloody parrot on.

- Sir, he's losing height.

- IFF is on.

Guys.

- Height 600 feet.

- We still have no signal Foyle, over.

(bombs firing) - I've lost him, sir.

- Base to target Spitfire, base to target Spitfire, come in please, do you read me, over.

Base to target Spitfire, base to target Spitfire, come in please, do you read me, over.

(crackling) - Sorry, sir.

He's gone.

He's not there anymore.

(somber music) - [Graham] All in all I'd say you were very fortunate Foyle.

At least you stayed in one piece.

- I don't quite see it that way, sir.

What happened to my IFF?

- It malfunctioned.

These things happen.

I'm very sorry.

Engine vibration probably broke up some of the carbon elements in the unit with the result that we didn't receive an identifying pulse.

Nor did anyone else, so naturally it was assumed you were an enemy aircraft and you came under fire.

- They bloody nearly shot me down.

- The fact they didn't does you credit.

- Yes, sir.

Well, as soon as the Aycock fire started, I realized I had to get down as fast as I could.

I was lucky there was a bit of a moon.

I put down on a farm about six miles away.

- How come you lost radio contact?

- I knocked myself out.

Someone put a haystack in the field.

- But you're unhurt.

- I bruised my head, but otherwise I'm okay.

- You did very, very well.

No one could have done better.

If you ask me, you deserve a spot of leave, 48 hours.

- I'm still puzzled, sir.

The parrot was working when I took off.

It had been fine throughout the day.

- Want to explain?

- You don't think it might have been tampered with?

- What are you suggesting Foyle?

Who would want to do a thing like that?

- I don't know.

It was just a thought.

- A crazy one.

Maybe that bump on your head has affected you more than you think.

- All right, Foyle, that's enough, you're dismissed.

- Sir.

- You get some rest.

- Excuse me, you're Jane aren't you?

- Yes.

- Have you seen Ann?

- She's gone.

- Gone where?

- I don't know, she's been transferred.

- You mean she's gone permanently?

- I suppose so.

- When did this happen?

- It was all very sudden.

She was packing her bags yesterday evening, just before you took off.

- Thanks.

- [Christopher] Wanted to see me about your daughter Mr. Stewart.

- It was Samantha who wanted me to see you Mr. Foyle.

I really have nothing to say.

- Oh, well, I've come over here because Samantha hoped I might be able to change your mind, but if I'm wasting your time.

- No, I'm sorry, I spoke rather rudely just now, please.

Sit down?

- Thank you.

- So how has Samantha been getting on?

- Oh, she's doing very well, she's very popular.

- Well, I do appreciate that she does seem to have taken rather a liking to her work with you.

Though I did say to her it does seem rather an odd field of activity in which to find herself.

- Police work?

- I don't mean to cause offense.

- None taken.

I couldn't agree more.

I mean people are being killed in bombing raids every day of the week and we spend all our time trying to solve small domestic matters.

You're absolutely right.

In fact, that's why I keep asking to be transferred, but on the other hand, should we be ignoring innocent victims simply because we're in the middle of a war.

- No, of course not.

- And as for your daughter being involved, it wasn't my choice, nor in fact was it hers.

In fact, she was transferred from the MTC simply because I was short staffed.

- I understand completely.

At the same time, I do need her with me.

Her mother is not well, I'm very much on my own.

I'm more in demand than I ever was and people seem to attend church more in a time of war and if I am to be honest, it's my personal feeling that Samantha would be better off at home.

- Well, I'd rather my son were at home, too, Mr. Stewart, so I understand as well.

But I'm not going to argue with you when I can see very well that you've made up your mind.

- Mr. Foyle?

Where is your son?

My son is with the RAF, he's a pilot.

(bell ringing) - Hello?

Can I help you.

- I'm looking for DCS Foyle.

- You're Andrew.

- Yes.

- I though you might be.

I'm Paul Miller, I work with your father.

You got your wings, congratulations.

- Thanks.

- I wish I could be in your shoes.

- Not at the moment.

- Why is something wrong?

- Other than someone trying to kill me, no, I'm fine.

- I'm sorry?

- Look, I shouldn't have said that.

Look, I just need to talk to my father.

Do you have any idea when he'll be in?

- It could be any time.

You're welcome to wait for him here.

- No, I'm going home.

Tell him he can find me there, will you?

- Yes, are you sure I can't help?

- No, thanks.

- I'll see you again.

- I hope so.

- Pilot Officer Foyle?

- Yes.

- My name's Henderson, I'm with Special Branch.

Could you get in the car please?

- Why?

- I'd prefer not to talk here, sir.

If you could just get in.

- No, sorry, I'm meeting my father.

- Well, we'll contact your father in due course Mr. Foyle.

Will you please get in the car?

- No, I won't.

- Andrew Foyle, you're suspected of conspiring to assist the enemy in contravention of the defense regulations.

And I'm placing you under arrest.

Now get in.

(somber music) - Sir.

Your son was here just a few minutes ago.

- Why was he here?

- He wants to see you and I think it's urgent.

He's waiting for you at home.

- Sir, last drive?

- Thank you, Sam.

(engine revving) Who are you, what are you doing in my house?

- I have a warrant to search the house Mr. Foyle.

Henderson.

Special Branch.

- Where's my son?

- Your son is currently being held under arrest, sir.

- What for?

- Your son is suspected of being in possession of certain documents, of such a nature that their dissemination would be a breach of the defense regulations.

- Total rubbish, I want to see him.

- I'm afraid that won't be possible, sir, until we've had a chance to question him.

- Where is he?

- That information is classified.

I don't need to tell you sir how serious, how extremely serious this offense is.

I'll report back just as soon as there's anything to say.

- Richard, Richard, all he told me is he's involved in some tussle on the South Coast.

Of course it's secret.

If it wasn't secret, I wouldn't be calling you, would I?

You're in Whitehall, you must know.

I just want to know where he is.

My son is in possession of secret documents is obviously ridiculous.

This is obviously a mistake.

Please do, thank you.

(phone slamming) - I can't find anybody that knows anything about a Henderson at Special Branch, although these days that's not surprising, they've got so many different divisions.

I've got a friend at Scotland Yard and I'll get onto him and see if he can dig anything up.

- Yeah, thank you.

You shouldn't get involved in any of this.

Listen, I'm obviously not gonna be around for a couple of days, so you should take over this Davies business.

This gallery has obviously got something to do with it and for what it's worth, I don't like the curator.

- A killer?

- Thief, maybe.

You finished at the Davies house?

- Yes, sir, we've got all the bits and pieces here.

If there was a painting or a drawing somewhere, it was probably destroyed in the fire.

- And this ice cream seller.

- Harold Smith.

- Yeah, didn't believe him, did you?

- About the break in and the locket being stolen?

No.

- He seemed to be worried about the fact that we'd found it rather than pleased to see it.

- Perhaps there's a link between him and Davies that we don't know about.

- Yeah, quite possibly and the daughter, did we get her name?

- No, just that she fell under a train.

- Yeah, we did she fall and was she pushed and could she possibly have been having an affair with Davies you think?

- Well, that could explain how he got hold of the locket.

- But not why he had it in his hand when he opened the door.

We need to find out more about her and how she died.

- Yes, sir.

And if I hear anything about Henderson, I'll let you know.

- Thank you.

- Christopher, any news?

- No.

- Same here.

I called the Commissioner.

I asked a couple of questions and the world caved in on their head, said it was none of our damn business and more or less read me the entire official secrets.

- Well, I'll thank you for trying.

- Andrew definitely said somebody tried to kill him.

He's young, he could have been imagining it.

- He's not that imaginative.

- Well, he'll turn up in due course.

Whatever he's supposed to have done, they can't keep him locked up for good.

I don't think there's much more we can do.

- He mentioned a girl.

- A girl?

- Name is Ann, has an aunt with a flower shop.

- It's not much to go on.

- In Hastings.

- Ah, well, there's something.

I'll get somebody onto it.

- Thank you.

- And just be careful.

I don't want you arrested as well.

- Yes, yes.

- [Andrew] This is ridiculous.

The whole thing is completely crazy.

- Have you any idea of the seriousness of the charges against you.

- Yes, Mr. Henderson has told me.

- And we could be talking treason.

- We're talking nonsense.

- These documents were discovered missing at 0600 hours this morning.

- Yes.

- They contain a detailed analysis of the most recent tests made on the radar system made at the station.

They could give the enemy vital information about the strengths and weaknesses of our entire defense.

- I didn't take them.

- They were found in your locker.

- Well, somebody must have put them there.

- And who would do that?

- You tell me.

- Tell us about Bruce Leighton-Morris, Mr. Foyle.

- What?

Bruce Leighton-Morris, your friend from Oxford.

- Why do you want to know?

- When did you last see him?

- A couple of days ago.

He drove me down here and we had lunch.

What's Bruce got to do with this?

He's down here to make a film about fuel conservation.

- Why did he give you money.

- He didn't.

- I was watching Mr. Foyle.

Mr. Leighton-Morris has been under surveillance for some time now.

You met him.

He produced his wallet.

- He paid for lunch.

He took out his wallet and paid for lunch.

- Don't play innocent with us Mr. Foyle.

Communist Party of Great Britain.

That's where you met him.

You were in the Communist Party at Oxford.

You joined in the summer of 1938.

- For heaven's sake, it was nothing.

It was, it was like a club.

After Spain, a lot of us felt, the Communists were fighting the Nazis before we were.

Anyway, I only went to a half a dozen meetings.

I lost interest.

- You kept your membership.

- I'd forgotten all about it.

- We haven't.

- Look.

You can't keep me here.

I want to speak to my father or at least to my commanding officer.

This is crazy.

- You're not seeing anyone Mr. Foyle until you start answering some questions.

- This is all nothing to do with me.

He knows.

- I'll tell you what I know Foyle.

A number of extremely sensitive documents have gone missing and have been found in your possession.

You turn out to be a self-confessed member of the Communist Party and were seen taking money from a prominent Communist agitator who has since disappeared.

- Now, let's start from the beginning shall we.

(knocking) - Excuse me.

- Yes?

- I wanted to see, is Andrew here, Andrew Foyle?

- No, I'm afraid he isn't.

- Oh, right, I shouldn't really have come anyway, I'm sorry.

- You're Ann, I'm sorry I don't know your surname.

He works with you, he's mentioned you.

- I really can't stay.

- Please listen.

I think he's in trouble and I need some help to find him.

Would you please come in, please.

- I can't tell you anything.

You must understand.

I signed the Official Secrets Act.

If they find out I was even here, I could be sent to prison.

- Well, when did you last see him?

- Two days ago.

- And did you know what had happened to him?

- I only met him a couple of times.

I hardly know him.

If he's been arrested, there must be a reason.

- Why have you come here?

- I wanted to see him.

I wanted to say goodbye.

- Oh, you're leaving?

- They've made me.

- And why is that?

- I can't tell you, I can't tell you anything.

If they knew it was me.

- I don't understand why you're so frightened.

- It's not the work, it's something that happened before Andrew came.

- Listen, it's clear you know something so I don't want you to just leave here without at least helping me the next step of the way.

- Andrew's commanding officer is a man called Graham.

Group Captain Alistair Graham.

He lives here in Hastings.

He shouldn't be hard to find, but please, I never gave you his name.

- No, of course.

- Where are they sending you, can you tell me that?

- No.

But when you find Andrew, tell him, well just say good luck from me.

(somber music) - [Sam] Why don't we just go in.

- We can't, he really hasn't done anything.

And if I was to ask him about Andrew, he wouldn't tell me anyway, why should he?

- Well, we could follow him back to his base.

- We'd get arrested as spies.

- I'm gonna miss all this.

- [Christopher] Are you?

- I've enjoyed working with you, sir.

I'm sorry I've been.

- [Christopher] Been what?

- You know.

- Yep.

No, you've been fine Sam.

- Is that him there?

- [Christopher] Could be.

Looks like it.

Here we go.

(engine revving) - [Sam] Isn't this the pub where we interviewed Joyce Davies?

- Yes, Henley Terrace is just around the corner.

You wait here.

- Sir?

Why don't you let me do it?

Isn't there more chance he'd talk to a girl?

- You think so?

- Well, if I can catch him alone, having a drink, he might give me a clue.

- All right, be careful.

- [Bartender] There we are, sir.

- Thanks.

- [Bartender] What'll it be Miss.

- I'll have a glass of sherry, please.

- Let me get you that.

- I'm sorry?

- Are you alone?

- Yes.

- I hate to see a lady buying herself a drink.

- Oh.

Thank you very much, sir.

You're very kind.

- Cigarette?

You ATS?

- No, MTC.

- [Bartender] Sherry, Miss.

- How about you?

RAF obviously, which bit?

My name's Alistair.

- I'm Samantha.

Everyone calls me Sam.

- Cheers.

(glassed clanking) I didn't know there any MTC sections around here.

- Well, actually I'm on leave.

I only got home today.

- Meeting someone?

- No, there is no one.

Just me.

- I find that very surprising.

- Do you fly?

- I used to.

- Well, you don't look like a pilot.

You look too important.

- I'll take that as a compliment.

- You're a Group Captain.

- Why do you want to know?

- Well, it's just I'd love to get in the WAF.

I mean the MTC is fine, but the work is a bit grubby.

Most of it's just form fitting.

- Well, we're all making our own contributions, I'm sure yours is as valuable as anyone else's.

- Hmm, yes, but I'd love to be near planes and all that.

Where are you based?

- What was your name again?

- Samantha Stewart.

- MTC.

You know, my dear.

When a good looking well developed young girl like you comes into a bar on her own, and that's one thing, but when she starts asking questions, name, rank, serial number, that's when a chap has to start asking himself what's her game, especially when that girl seems to have deliberately followed him in.

- I did no such thing.

- I'm sure you didn't.

And that's a loose tongue you have, very loose tongue and I think you should be careful what you do with it.

So it was very nice to meet you and I hope you enjoyed the drink, but I think it was time you were on your way.

(squeals) - What happened?

- I didn't get anything out of him, sir.

He rattled me straightaway.

- What is it, you all right?

- Actually he pinched me.

- He did what?

- You know, quite hard, it really hurt.

- I'm gonna have a word with him.

- No, no, no.

It'd only confirm his suspicions.

Maybe Dad was right.

Perhaps I ought to write to the Association on Moral Hygiene.

(suspenseful music) - [Wife] You were a long time.

- [Graham] Not really.

- It's a shame you have to go out so much.

I see little enough of you as it is.

- Really, Elizabeth, how's Eddie and Ara?

- Two.

What do you think?

- Very nice.

- It's going to be a raffle prize.

You know with all the other activities, we'll soon have made enough to buy our own Spitfire.

Oh, and did I tell you Kate has asked me to help her set up a local housewives group.

- No, you didn't say.

- Kate is marvelous.

She's indefatigable.

(doorbell ringing) - Who's that at this hour?

- I'll go if you like.

- No, you stay here.

- I know this.

(voices chattering) - Alistair, who is it?

(thudding) Alistair?

(screaming) - Excuse me.

- Sir.

- I've come to pick up my daughter, Samantha Stewart.

- Hello, sir.

I'm Sergeant Milner, I work with Sam.

- How do you do?

- She isn't here yet I'm afraid.

But would you like to come through.

You're welcome to wait in my office, sir.

She should be along soon.

We're going to miss her.

- I'm sure.

What's all this?

- Oh, it's from a house that was just bombed.

It's all junk.

- Excuse me, Sergeant Milner, this statuette is by Francois Berreaux.

- I'm sorry sir.

- It's a tragedy.

It's been broken I presume in the bombing, but this is wonderful.

It's a Berreaux.

- French impressionist.

He did sketches and drawings.

- That's right, but he was also a sculptor.

Figures, horses, this is a petite don seur, it's about 1880.

- How do you know, sir?

- Well, I studied art at university before I found my vocation.

I've always maintained an interest.

- [Milner] And you're sure that this is by Berreaux?

- Yes, yes, I actually saw it once.

There was something very like it in London, in the Whittington collection.

- Mr. Stewart, how much do you think a collection like this would be worth?

- Well, it's broken, but many thousands of pounds I should imagine.

- Dad.

What are you doing?

- [Mr. Stewart] Well, I've come to collect you.

- Well, I'm afraid you can't have her yet, sir, she's needed.

Sam, follow me.

(door closing) - We were playing Schubert on the Wallace.

We went to a concert in Venice on our honeymoon and it was the same piece.

- You were married a long time?

- 21 years.

- Children?

- Two sons, both in the RAF.

- I understand your husband was a serving officer, a lot of responsibility?

- I can't talk about that.

- But was it the case?

- I can't discuss his work.

- [Christopher] Mrs. Graham, I'm sure you'd like to help us find your husband's killer.

- Well, of course I want to help, of course I do, but you must understand that I can't tell you anything about what he was doing.

I'm not allowed to.

His people will come here, I'll talk to them.

- Nothing.

- Sir.

Could it have been a woman who did this?

I mean, after what happened last night in the pub, I wouldn't be surprised if there are one or two who wouldn't gladly take a knife.

- Are you Detective Chief Superintendent Foyle?

- Yeah.

- My name's Keller, Wing Commander Martin Keller.

I was working with Crew Captain Graham and his murder falls under the jurisdiction of the RAF Police.

- You've got my son.

- Who told you that?

- I want to see him.

- Well, that's not possible.

Anyway, I'm afraid this takes priority.

- You don't feel they're connected.

- Well, I'll be taking over this investigation, so it's my job to find out.

- Well, you're a bit late.

I already know who killed him and why he was killed.

- Tell me.

- Not until I've seen my son.

(planes flying over) - Andrew, how are you?

- All right.

- This is a complete bloody mess, isn't it.

- You're telling me.

- Well, you never mentioned your Communist Party membership to me.

- I'm not.

I mean I was, but I'm not ashamed of it.

- When were you ever interested in politics?

- After Franco.

- The premier.

- Well, all right, it wasn't quite as simple as that.

You see, there was this girl.

- I see, another one.

- I didn't take those documents dad.

- I know you didn't take the documents, but somebody's taken the documents and they put them in your locker, didn't they?

- A lot of strange things have been going on around here.

Even before I got posted.

A girl killed herself, Lucy.

- [Milner] You have a lorry.

It was driven by a man called Graham Davies and I believe it's still here.

I'd like to see it please.

We haven't met before, sir.

My name is Milner, Sergeant Milner.

You spoke to my senior officer, DCS Foyle.

I'd like you to come with me to Westminster Police Station.

- What for?

- Because I'm arresting you for theft.

- Theft?

- A priceless work of art from this collection.

- I'm sorry Mr. Milner, I think you might be mistaken.

There's nothing missing.

- Yes, that's what it looks like.

But we've recovered a statuette belonging to this gallery from the wreckage of Graham Davies' house.

- Ah.

- It was Davies who stole it, but he couldn't have done it without your help.

I assume you were paying him and that he would have returned it to you had he not been killed.

Everything you told DCFS Foyle was true, except that your security arrangements weren't quite as foolproof as you made out.

The shorthand for example, S for sketch.

It could also mean S for statuette, couldn't it?

- You tell me.

- [Milner] There was a sketch.

It showed three dancers on a single sheet of paper.

There was also a statuette of a dancer made by Berreaux in his old age.

Graham Davies was the only one who actually climbed into the van.

The first Berreaux statuette went into a compartment underneath the seat.

The next Berreaux was the sketch.

Unlike the paintings, the drawings and the sketches weren't crated up perhaps deliberately.

Once again, Davies chose his moment well.

The single sketch became two sketches.

I'd say that was an act of wanton vandalism.

So, two dancers by Berreaux went into the lorry and two dancers by Berreaux came out to it at the other end.

It was as if the statuette had never existed.

And then what?

You'd wait until the war was over.

Dorothy Whittington would probably be dead.

Who would notice that one of her masterpieces were missing.

According to the records, nothing would be missing.

And then you'd sell it.

- Oh, no, Sergeant.

I wouldn't sell it.

You can't sell a masterpiece by Francois Berreaux without people noticing.

- What then?

- You wouldn't understand.

Just to have it.

That would be enough.

You can't imagine what it would be like to own something so beautiful.

- Well, it isn't beautiful anymore sir.

Thanks to you it was destroyed.

Shall we go.

(bright music) - [Sam] You're quite sure about this Dad?

- Oh, yes, I think so.

- Station please.

It was good to see you.

- You take care of yourself my dear.

I don't doubt you're in safe hands with Mr. Foyle, but even so, these are unhealthy times.

- Absolutely, but don't worry, I'll take care.

- Goodbye.

- Send my love to Mother.

(engine revving) - Excellent Milner.

- Thank you sir.

- Confession?

- Carmichael's at Westminster Police Station doing just that.

Someone will have to tell Mrs. Whittington about her figurine, though.

- Well, another casualty of the war.

Harold Smith?

- They were lying about their daughter Lucy.

She didn't fall under a train, she jumped.

- Exactly.

(knocking) Yes.

- Hello.

- You're still here.

- I'm afraid it's not quite that easy to get rid of me.

My father changed his mind.

- So you persuaded him?

- No, sir, in fact, it was you and Sergeant Milner.

He was so excited to have helped solve a crime, it revised his opinion of the whole thing and he decided that perhaps after all I was doing an important job and that I should stay.

- Well, that's wonderful.

We don't have to walk.

(engine revving) - [Harold] I thought I'd be seeing you again Mr. Foyle.

- [Christopher] You know why I'm here?

- To arrest me.

- And you probably know why.

- I'm not gonna deny it.

- Harold.

- There, there, come on.

I said it might end like this.

- With the murder of an innocent man?

- Graham deserved to die.

My Lucy was 19 when she went to work for that man.

Just 19 years old.

And she was so proud, you know, to be helping our boys.

And you know what he did.

- She didn't know what she was doing.

She didn't know anything about that sort of thing.

- He forced himself on her.

She was young enough to be his daughter by God's sake.

He forced himself on her and he made her have relations with him up against the wall.

You know why?

He told her she wouldn't get pregnant that way.

The worst of it, the worst of it was she couldn't tell us anything, not about her work, not about what was happening, because they made sign the Official Secrets Act.

It was all too important, too secret.

And he knew that too, of course.

When he found out she was pregnant, that she was carrying his child, he put the fear of God into her.

Enid managed to wheedle some of out of her, enough for the two of us to work it out.

By then it was too late.

Lucy couldn't bear the shame.

She decided to put an end to it, her and the baby.

She threw herself in front of that train.

There's nothing innocent about a man like that.

- Mr. Smith, you know exactly what I'm talking about.

I'm talking about the first person you murdered, who may have been a petty crook, but as far as your daughter's concerned he was totally innocent.

- That was a mistake.

I never meant for that to happen, Mr. Foyle.

That was a dreadful, dreadful mistake.

- I know.

- I decided to have my revenge on Group Captain Graham.

I didn't see it as murder.

It was punishment.

A man like that, what he'd done, he deserved to die.

The road signs had been taken down, I didn't know Hastings anyway.

The blackout made it difficult to see anything, so I had to ask the way.

- I was on my way home, it was half past 10 and this man came up to me.

He asked the way to Henley Terrace and I told him.

- [Harold] I knew I had the right number, number 10, I could see that.

(knocking) Man came to the door.

- Yes.

- You Graham?

- Yes, what do you want?

- I want you to have this you bastard.

I've never met Alistair Graham.

I didn't know what he looked like.

He said he was Graham.

- He was Graham Mr. Smith, but he was Graham Davies, not Group Captain Alistair Graham.

And while you knew that Alistair Graham lived at number 10 Henley Crescent, Graham Davies lived at number 10 Henley Terrace, which is where you were directed to.

- I searched Henley Crescent, I didn't know there was a Henley Terrace.

- Yes, we met the man you asked.

He's very hard of hearing.

Because he didn't hear what you said, he sent you to the wrong address.

- How did you know Graham's address in the first place?

- He wrote to us.

After our daughter's funeral.

A note of condolence.

It was on there.

- But in spite of all of this, you still went back and tried again.

- I knew as soon as you found the locket, it was only a matter of time before you caught up with me, so yes, I had to get to him before you got to me.

I know how I behaved, I deserve it.

And I'm ashamed of it.

It'll be Graham Davies I'll be thinking of when they hang me.

- Harold, oh, don't.

- I'm not ashamed about Alistair Graham.

I had to do it, I'm glad I did it.

I don't see it as murder.

It's punishment.

I just wish he'd suffered more.

- Harold, please.

- This was entirely my idea.

Enid had nothing to do with it.

Just leave her alone.

- No, Harold.

I want to come with you.

It's over.

It was over the day Lucy died.

(clock ticking) - I'm here to collect my son.

Is he still here?

- Yes, yes, he's still here.

Look, Mr. Foyle, whatever you may think I swear to you I've done absolutely nothing wrong.

- Well, not entirely the case.

Now exactly why Lucy Smith killed herself, you helped cover the whole thing up.

- You have to put this in context, Mr. Foyle.

Whatever his personal failings Alistair Graham was a first class CO.

He had a brilliant scientific mind.

I didn't know anyone in the county who understood radar better than him.

And remember, Mr. Foyle, my first job, my first responsibility was to keep him in his rightful position in command of this station.

- By planting stolen documents in my son's locker?

- That wasn't me.

- No, it was Graham, but you allowed it to happen.

He was terrified it was all gonna come out and he used the investigation to keep my son out of the way.

- I was against it, I was against the whole idea.

- And what he did to Lucy Smith might not have been perhaps strictly criminal, but it was immoral, improper and downright disgusting and would have cost him his job not to mention his marriage.

- I'm not telling you again Mr. Foyle.

I had no part in any of it.

I was simply doing what I thought was best for the war.

- I'm sure a great many nuts is going to be saying exactly the same thing when this war is over.

I want Andrew released and not a word of this is going on his record.

- Dad.

- [Christopher] Come on.

- [Andrew] You are brilliant Dad, you know that?

- [Christopher] Yep.

- [Andrew] So you think I was imaginging it?

- [Christopher] Well, maybe.

- I felt like Graham was trying to kill me.

If it was him who planted the documents, surely it was him who sabotaged the IFF in my Spitfire.

- I don't think he would sabotage it, he didn't have access to the plane.

He didn't want to kill you, he just wanted you out of the way.

- So I sort of overreacted?

- Well, it wouldn't be the first time.

- So, what do we do now?

- I don't know about you, but I'm gonna have some lunch.

(sirens and planes engines) - Bloody hell, they're German.

- [Man] Run for cover.

- In here.

Get in the shelter.

(explosions) - What's that smell?

(explosion) Blow it out would you.

(explosion) Why have you brought us to shelter in a fuel dump, Andrew?

Let's go.

- Dad, wait.

Here comes the cavalry.

- [Sam] I was getting worried about you sir, you all right?

- Well, no thanks to this one.

We'll go in the back.

(slow playful music)