(birds chirping) (dramatic music) - I brought you a pot of fresh tea, Sir Michael.

- Thank you, Mrs. Roecastle.

- We got a couple of eggs from the chickens last night, sir.

Do you fancy one?

- No, I don't think so thank you.

- I'm sure it'll all be all right, sir.

I'll still be looking after you.

- I'm sure of it.

I know I can depend on you.

- That you can, sir.

- Better get moving I suppose.

They'll be here any time now.

Beddows ready with the car?

- He's waiting at the front, sir.

- Tell him I'll be with him soon.

- Yes, sir.

(dramatic music) (engine roaring) (dramatic music) - Well.

Here we are, Brian, Digby Manor.

What do you think?

- It's big.

- It's perfect.

Fresh air, plenty of room, sound plumbing.

It's not often in this bloody war you get actually exactly what you ask for.

- If we can hang on to it.

- That sounds a wee bit like doom and gloom.

I'm afraid and that's not allowed.

Now here you do the honors.

Baths etcetera into the long gallery, gentlemen, next to the boiler room.

Matron, nurses, let me show you the wards.

They're gonna be the finest you've ever seen.

Nurses' quarters, this floor, matron.

Wards, downstairs.

- Mr. Jamieson, this house is quite impossible.

I mean it's filthy.

There must be at least 10 years of accumulated dust.

- Oh, yes.

- Some of the corridors aren't wide enough for the trolleys.

You're going to have to knock down walls.

- Absolutely.

- What about the operating theater?

You're gonna have to start from scratch.

- Matron, we have a whole week before the first patients arrive.

What are you worrying about?

(car horn honking) Aha, looks like the fly boys have arrived.

- I see you're moving in, then.

- Mr. Jamieson didn't want to waste any time.

- Well, that's good.

Any problems with the residents?

- [Brian] The house was empty when we arrived.

- Good morning, Group Captain.

Good journey down from the ministry?

- Very good, thank you, Mr. Jamieson.

I see you're busy.

- Yes, yes.

Yes, let me show you around.

- Looks a little like organized chaos around here.

- (chuckling) Oh, not at all.

Nothing organized about it.

Right, now this is going to be the main ward.

- It's a good space.

- Yes, more or less perfect.

A little bit of a journey to the baths I'm afraid but can't get around that.

- You'll need to get this piano removed.

- I hardly think so.

It's only just arrived.

- [Worker] Where do you want this, sir?

- I don't know.

Just leave it over there now thanks.

- Beer.

- Wee bit early for me, group captain.

You help yourself.

(dramatic music) - [Roecastle] Would you like me to unpack for you, Sir Michael?

- No, thank you, Mrs. Roecastle.

I can manage.

- Right.

Well, I'll go back to the house, then, sir.

- They're letting you stay there?

- I've offered to clean for them, sir.

It seemed the best way.

Wouldn't be right and proper to stay here.

- No, of course not.

- I'll be back at lunch time, sir, and if there's anything else?

- Thank you.

(dramatic music) (dramatic music) - Thanks for waiting.

- That's all right, sir.

When did she die?

- Nine years ago today.

- That's a very long time.

- Well.

Not very.

I'm just gonna hang on a second or two longer.

- What was she like?

You never talk about her.

Do you mind me asking?

- No, no, no of course not.

She was highly thought of and much loved.

You'd have liked her.

- You must miss her terribly.

- Yes.

No, we should go.

(bright music) - Hang on a minute, sir.

- Where's Drake?

Gordon Drake.

Drake.

- Mr. Foyle.

Good to see you back safe and sound, sir.

- No, thanks to you, damn you.

- You're not still having trouble?

- The slide is sticking.

I've reported it you've done nothing.

- That's not true, Mr. Foyle.

I put a new seal on it, lubricated it.

- You're lying.

I'm expected to fly sortie after sortie, and if I can't even trust my own kite.

- Got a bit rattled, did you, sir?

- I got nothing of the sort.

How dare you speak to me like that.

- How am I supposed to speak to you, Mr. Foyle?

- I don't know why we bother fighting the Germans, when we got you on our side.

- I did the work, Mr. Foyle.

If you want to complain about me, talk to the Wing Co. - Maybe I will.

- Oh, fine.

- Do you have any idea what's going on up there?

No.

You don't care, do you?

This war just a stroll in the park for you, isn't it?

- He's not worth it, Andrew.

Come on I'll buy you a pint.

See to the slide.

- All right, I'll do it again, sir.

- I'm turning in, then.

- Busy night?

- No.

Quiet thank goodness.

Even managed to get a few hours kip.

- You should keep quiet about that, Mr. Preston.

Jerry finds you're sleeping on the job, he's sure to come calling.

- Cheerio.

- All right.

- Morning, sir.

- Morning.

- Peter Preston thought I'd introduce myself.

I'm gonna be based here for the time being.

Then I've got a post at the Kings Arms.

- Right why I'd much rather be at a pub than a police station, wouldn't you?

- I don't even drink, sir.

- Good morning, sir.

- Morning.

I wonder if there's somebody senior I could speak to.

- Can you tell me what it's about?

- Well, it's rather complicated.

See we've-- - Dr. Wrenn.

- Yes.

- It's Milner.

You operated on me last year.

- Oh, god, I'm sorry.

- St Luke's after Trondheim, my leg.

- Left leg an inch below the tibia tuberosity.

Yes, of course.

I'm sorry.

You'll have to forgive me I'm terrible at faces.

- Not at all.

- How is it?

- It healed very well, thank you.

- Well, it's good to see you, Mr. Milner.

- And you.

Can I help?

- Well, it's rather awkward.

- Why don't I introduce you to my senior officer, DCS Foyle.

- Mr. Jamieson is a genius.

There's no two ways about it.

He studied with Archibald McIndoe.

I'm sure you know who I mean.

- I know of him.

- Between them they have completely revolutionized reconstructive surgery and the treatment of burns.

I don't need to tell you how many young pilots there are coming down horribly burned.

- No, you don't.

- Well, it started about six months ago.

Somebody noticed that pilots, who crashed into the Channel healed quicker.

Nobody could understand why but McIndoe worked it out.

It was the salt in the water.

That's all there was to it.

He developed a treatment using saline baths.

That's what we're doing here in Hastings.

- So, how can we help?

- Well, somebody's trying to sabotage us.

We requisitioned an old house, Digby Manor.

That was about two weeks ago.

Since then there's been this whole series of accidents.

That's what they look like.

- What makes you think that they're not?

- Because I'm careful.

Nobody could have as many accidents as that.

I mean we've had paperwork's gone missing.

We've had disinfectant mixed in with the milk, sheets torn all sorts of petty little things.

- Suspects?

- Yes, one.

The chap who used to own the house, a Sir Michael Waterford.

- He's sort of a local hero, isn't he?

Injured in the last war?

- That may well be but we turfed him out of his house.

Now he's living in a cottage on the estate.

I think you should talk to him.

- It's a bit difficult.

- Why?

- Well, it's a bit difficult to justify questioning a man like that just on the strength of your suspicions alone.

- Are you saying you don't believe me?

- No, not at all.

- So, you're just gonna wait until something worse happens, yeah.

Maybe until somebody gets killed.

Well, thank you very much.

I'm sorry I've wasted your time.

- Dr. Wrenn.

I think you were a little unfair on us, sir.

Obviously, we'll do what we can, but what you call sabotage could have been just a series of practical jokes.

- Yes.

I'm sorry, Milner.

- Well, next time something happens, put in an official report.

We'll come down and see what we can do.

- Yes.

Thank you, Milner.

- What the hell was going on?

Foyle.

I'm not happy with some of the maintenance work being done on my Spit, sir.

I had trouble with the coop.

I asked for it to be seen to and it wasn't.

- Air craftsman Gordon Drake?

- Yes, sir.

- Well, do you want him put on a charge?

- No, sir.

- Then leave him alone, Foyle.

What do you think it's gonna do for morale, seeing you of all people rowing with the maintenance crew?

I run this squadron, so in future if you've got any problems you come to me.

- Whatever you say, sir.

- How many ops have you flown this week?

- I don't know, sir, about 12.

50.

- Right, you need a rest.

Take the weekend, go home, try and get some decent shuteye.

You off drinking tonight?

- Yes, sir, heading off with Woods and the other chaps.

- Good.

Well, don't come back now until Monday.

You know, Woods admires you a great deal.

All of the younger pilots do.

So, don't let them down.

- Sir.

- Don't let yourself down.

- You out tonight?

- Yes, sir.

- You're looking very, um.

- Thank you, sir.

You won't be needing me any more tonight, sir?

- No, I won't.

- You sure?

- Yes, of course.

Have a good time.

(dramatic music) - You called and here I am.

Help is at hand.

- Come in.

- There's your trouble.

Someone fused the ring main with a three-amp fuse.

They all blew when the bulb went.

- It was my last bulb.

- I'll see if I can get you a couple then.

- Is there anything you can't get hold of, Gordon?

- That's the sort of man I am.

Get my hands on anything.

- I'm sure.

- Shame your husband's not up to it.

- He's not up to anything much.

- Now, now.

- He's never here.

- Well, if I was a man with a wife like you, I wouldn't leave her on her own.

- All he ever thinks about is his work.

- There we are.

- Wonderful.

- Here, I've got something for you.

They're from France, pure silk.

- I couldn't.

- Of course you could why not?

- What will I tell him if he sees me with them on?

- Tell him you got them from a friend.

- He wouldn't believe me.

- Only wear them for me, then.

(loud knocking) - Put that light out.

- Bloody hell.

- It's the ARP.

- Worse than that.

Listen, I'd better not be found here.

Is there a back way?

You know there is through the kitchen.

- I'll be seeing you.

(loud knocking) - [Peter] Open up, please.

Open up.

(tense music) - I'm coming.

- You're showing a light.

- I've done the blackout.

- Must be a crack.

You realize you can see it all the way down the street.

- I'm sorry.

- You on your own here?

- [Mary] Yes.

- Oh.

I just saw a man come in.

- He left.

- Who, your husband?

- None of your business.

Yes, all right, it was my husband.

- But you're on the household register, then?

- No, we haven't been here long.

- I'll need to ask some questions Starting with your name, how many people that are resident here, where they sleep, next of kin and so on.

Do you mind if I?

- Do what you have to do.

- Thank you.

(lively music) (people laughing) - Here, I've got something for you.

- An orange where did you get it?

There aren't any in the shops.

- I'll fly to Seville and get you a whole crate.

- You can get me some apples while you're at it.

A shilling a pound the whole world's going mad.

- Look at them.

She works in an aircraft factory.

- I know.

She told me.

I like her.

- [Andrew] Greville's talking about getting married when the war's over.

- What's wrong with that?

- Making plans.

Nothing, I suppose.

- Oh, I hate it when you're in this sort of mood, Andrew.

- You're right, I'm bloody awful company.

I'm pushing off.

- Home?

- Wing Co wants me to take a long weekend.

Thinks I've got battle fatigue.

- Well, maybe you have.

- I'm sorry, Sam.

- Do you want me to drive you?

- No, best not.

God, I feel quite drunk.

The amount of water they put in the beer, I must have got through plenty.

I'll see you, Sam.

- Tomorrow.

(door creaking) - [Christopher] Andrew?

- Are you still up?

- This is unexpected.

- Weekend pass.

- Well, good to see you.

- [Andrew] You're up very late.

- Yep.

- Oh, God.

Dad, I'm so sorry.

I should have been there with you.

- No, not at all I wasn't expecting you.

- I've let you down, haven't I?

- No, you've not let me down.

- I seem to be letting everyone down at the moment.

The thing is dad, I forgot, I just forgot.

- Andrew, it doesn't matter.

- No.

(dramatic music) Nothing much matters any more.

Better be.

- Is that lipstick on your cheek?

- Is it?

Evening out.

- Oh.

Color suits you.

- Well, now.

This shouldn't hurt too much, Mr. Hayden.

Well, actually it'll hurt like blazes, but we've pumped you so full of morphine, we hope you won't notice.

Now, what I'm going to do here is I'm just going to remove this flaming pad and then we can have a butcher's at what's happening with this Thiersch graft.

Like that let's see how it's coming along.

We could say it's taking very well.

I would say that was 80%, hm?

Which is excellent.

- You'll soon be playing the piano.

- It's all the more remarkable since you couldn't play it before.

Good god and Highlanders.

- Not again.

- This is beyond a joke here, Brian.

- Nurse, forget the forceps.

Let's get out the torches and the candles.

Was it a fuse?

- No.

Somebody turned off the mains.

- What is going on here, Brian?

I have a feeling that somebody has it in for us.

- That reminds me I've got some more bad news.

Smythe wants to see you.

- Oh, yes, it was only a matter of time.

Where is he?

- I don't know.

Probably on patrol.

(dramatic music) - [Bridges] Another week and I'll be out of here.

- We'll be glad to see the back of you.

- You're looking at the back of me right now.

That butcher you call a surgeon used it to rebuild my face.

- I'm sure it's an improvement on what was there before.

- Flight Lieutenant Bridges.

- Sir.

- I think you might sit to attention when I'm in the room.

- I'm awfully sorry, sir.

- Thank you, and, matron, with the greatest respect would you please get rid of those?

- The beer barrels, sir?

Sir, they're not empty yet.

- Whether or not they are empty is beside the point.

They shouldn't be there.

(soft knocking) - Good morning, sir.

How are you today?

- Morning, Drake.

- Your leg not causing you too much bother with this damp weather, sir?

- No.

Thank you.

I'm afraid I've come to see you about the rent, sir.

- It doesn't matter about the rent.

- That's good because I'm afraid we're not going to be able to manage it again.

In fact, I need a bit of money from you.

- How much this time?

- 50 bucks should cover it.

It's the roof, sir.

Lost a lot of tiles last month with the bad weather.

- I don't have the money, Drake.

- I don't mean right now.

Any time to suit you.

- Right.

- I feel a discussion between the two of us is long overdue.

- If this is about tomorrow night's show, I'm afraid the clog-dancing troupe has filled up.

- It has nothing to do with your revue.

- Well, fire away.

- Well, I want to start by saying that my admiration for your work comes second to none.

- Thank you.

- However, I do find some of your methods highly unorthodox.

- Such as?

- Well, ignoring the shenanigans tomorrow night, let's start with the dispensation of alcoholic beverages in the wards.

- Beer.

You mean I let the men drink beer.

- On duty.

- You don't think these men have done their duty, you don't think you can let them relax a little now.

- Not while they are part of the RAF, no.

I don't need you to give me lectures about duty, sir.

Why are the men not properly dressed?

- The conscious ones you're talking about?

- Again, you are being facetious.

I met a flight lieutenant just now half in uniform, half out of it he was a disgrace.

- I wonder who you mean?

- Bridges.

- Oh, yes, Bridges, yes.

His Wellington was shot to pieces over Gelsenkirchen.

They were bombing German oil installations.

He manged to fly back saving his entire crew before crash landing.

He was burned from head to toe, and this is the man you're saying was a disgrace?

- Not the man, Jamieson.

His lack of correct hospital uniform.

- He can't wear correct hospital uniform, Group Captain, because I destroyed them all.

- What?

- The uniforms were horrible.

Blue overalls with red ties they made the men look like prisoners.

They made them feel like prisoners too.

- You destroyed them?

- Whatever genius thought them up and forgotten that a lot of these men don't have the use of their fingers.

They can't even do up their bloody fly buttons.

Yes, I destroyed them.

Now what are you going to do about that?

- I'm going to make a report.

- Right.

You do just that.

(dramatic music) - Tell drivers' pool I need a car at once.

- Sir.

- Thank you.

Take me to Hastings please.

- Look out.

(plane engine roaring) - All right.

I wanted a word with you.

I have an op line here straight down from Air Officer Commanding.

- I see.

- Yes, they're in a hell of a flap.

They've got the German U-boat fleet sinking around 40,000 tons of our shipping a month.

- I didn't know it was as bad as that, sir.

- You're not meant to know.

Top brass has been keep it under their hats.

The thing is the admiralty suspects that the U-boats are operating out of a new facility at Le Havre.

They want someone to take a shufty tonight.

- A night op, sir?

- The air ministry people have a newfangled camera that photographs heat.

But they need a very slow pass.

- It's a bit risky, sir.

The Spit's Merlin will be lit up like a Christmas tree.

- Yes, I know.

What do you think of Greville Woods for the job?

- Sir, I'm capable of flying this op.

- I don't want an argument, Foyle.

I just want an opinion.

Do you think he's up to it?

- Well, there's no doubt he's a good flyer, sir.

But his Spit's in dock.

- Well, he can take yours.

(dramatic music) - So apart from Sir Michael, who I assume had a key to the roof, who else might have had one?

- Well, then there's his housekeeper, Mrs. Roecastle.

She still lives in the manor.

She helps with the laundry and the cleaning.

- Uh-huh.

Anyone else?

- Well, have a full set.

I imagine that's about it.

- [Milner] A lion and a unicorn.

- Yes.

It appears on the old boy's coat of arms.

I told you.

His family have owned this place since the Magna Carta.

- Sir, this stone's almost completely corroded.

- So, it could just have been an accident?

- This was no accident.

- Wouldn't take a great deal to push this one over the edge.

- More sabotage then thing you think?

- Well, what else could it be?

- Well, it seems Smythe isn't the most popular of people.

Uh, attempted murder?

- For Heaven's sake don't put that thought into his head, Mr. Foyle.

He's self important enough as it is.

God knows what it'll do to him if he starts thinking that he's actually worth assassinating.

- Seems he has the authority to get you out of here and you'd argued with him just before the incident.

Is that right?

- You're not saying you suspect me.

I'm a surgeon.

I save lives I don't take them.

Mind you in Smythe's case I might make an exception.

- Patrick.

- It was an accident.

Just another accident.

God knows we've had enough of them lately.

Let me ask you this one thing, Mr. Foyle.

Whose side are you on?

- Well, nobody's.

- Yeah, well, it may well be that somebody has it in their mind to close this place down and with latest incident and the police investigation and someone like yourself with your suspicions well, it might be enough to help them succeed.

(birds squawking) - [Milner] Sir Michael, you were at the manor house this morning?

- Who told you that?

- One of the nurses saw you go in just before the statute fell.

- I go in and out all the time.

Keep an eye on things.

Are you accusing me?

- No, sir, certainly not.

- You think I ran up the stairs and onto the roof.

These days I can barely walk.

- Were you injured in the last war?

- June 1917, the Messines Ridge, 11th camp Fusiliers.

- It must be very difficult for you, sir losing your home like this.

- Well, I thought I'd be left in peace.

That was all I wanted.

You wouldn't think it was too much to ask, would you?

(door creaking) - I brought you lunch, Sir Michael.

I am sorry, sir.

I didn't realize you had company.

- No, no this gentleman's a police officer.

Mrs. Roecastle, my housekeeper when I had a house.

- Good afternoon, Mrs. Roecastle.

Were you at the manor this morning?

- I was.

But I was cleaning on the first floor, sir.

I didn't see anything.

I heard the crash, and I looked out of the window.

There was Group Captain Smythe.

Then I heard Dr. Wrenn come running downstairs.

- Downstairs.

- I think so, sir.

Maybe I'm wrong.

He'd certainly run from somewhere.

- Hello.

Don't tell me you're with the rozzers.

You're far too pretty.

- I'm afraid I am, sort of.

- I'm Johnny Bridges.

- Sam Stewart.

- Well, then Sam Stewart, you wouldn't have a cigarette, would you?

I'm dying for a smoke.

It's the one thing Grace Petrie won't allow.

The matron she thinks it's a fire risk.

What with one thing and another that's a little ironic don't you think?

- Here you are.

- Thanks.

I'm afraid you're gonna have to light it for me.

Jamieson's done wonders, but there's not a lot he can do about these.

- You a pilot?

- Was, I think you should say.

Definitely past tense.

I don't know what I'm gonna do now.

I think modeling and film work are definitely out of the question.

- You shouldn't joke like that.

- Why ever not?

As a matter of fact, we're putting on a show tomorrow night.

You should come along.

- I don't think they'd let me.

- Of course the investigation.

Did somebody really try and kill Group Captain Smythe?

- I don't know.

- Well, it certainly wasn't me.

I wouldn't have missed.

Thanks for the cigarette.

(dramatic music) - [Greville] It's really good of you to let me fly your Spit, Andrew.

- [Andrew] Just make sure you bring it back in one piece, all right.

- Yes.

You know I'm really grateful to you.

I mean I know without your say so the Wing Co wouldn't have trusted me with this.

Well, I wanted you to know it means a lot to me.

- You can out fly anyone in the squadron, Greville.

I didn't do anything.

- If anything does go wrong, you'll tell Anne I was thinking of her and all that.

- Nothing will go wrong.

- I know.

You're a descent sort, Andrew, a good friend.

(bright music) (dramatic music) (dog barking) - [Peter] Dr. Wrenn.

- [Brian] Yes.

- Sorry to bother you, sir.

Do you live here?

- Yes.

Is there a problem?

- No, not exactly, sir.

Look it's none of my business, but I wonder if you've got a couple of minutes.

- What?

- I think we should have a word.

- [Gordon] What's this then?

- Corned beef with cabbage.

There was nothing else in the house.

- It's disgusting.

Why not tune into the Kitchen Front and buck up your ideas.

- So that's where you go at night is it then?

Found someone to cook for you.

- Turn it off will you?

- How do you expect me to buy decent food with the amount of money you give me.

- Oh, here we go again.

- Everything my dad gave me you went through that fast enough.

- Pennies.

- You never gave me anything not since the day I married you.

- I got you this house didn't I.

- I don't wanna know about that.

It makes me sick, you and Waterford.

Don't think I don't know what's going on.

- You don't talk about Waterford.

You don't meddle in things that have got nothing to do with you.

- Yeah, well, maybe I could tell a story or two.

- Yeah, maybe you could but maybe you'd be wiser not to.

I think it's about time I taught you a lesson, Beryl.

- No please don't.

- You're very quiet.

- Tell me about Gordon Drake.

- Who?

- (dramatic music) - You know who I mean.

He used to work at the garage.

He's a mechanic with the RAF.

Has he been here?

- Yes.

But he just-- - What?

- The lights were broken he mended the fuse.

- If I thought...

If I thought for one minute.

- What would you do, Brian?

Stick one of your knives in him.

- You don't know me.

You don't understand my feelings.

- You don't have feelings not anymore not for me.

- Check.

Well, if you do that, that's checkmate.

You're not concentrating.

- You're too good for me.

- Far from it.

What's the problem?

- Nothing.

You know I'm not flying at the moment.

- Well, I can't say I'm sorry it's good to have you home.

- Well, that's just it.

I've been top dog in the squadron for the last few months.

But today, Wing Co stood me down.

It was a very important op.

Six months ago I'd have given anything to have done it.

- A lot's happened in six months.

- The truth is, dad I was actually relieved.

I didn't want to fly.

Didn't wanna go anywhere near it.

I even handed over my own plane.

- You feel guilty about that?

- Yes, I suppose I do.

Then I wonder what happens now?

What happens next?

- Well, personally speaking I'd rather you never flew again, but both of us know that's not gonna happen 'cause you'll have to.

So, until we're on the other side of this, you're gonna have to live day to day and hope for the best.

- The best.

- That we at least get through it.

- I can't get out.

Get me out.

- Greville Woods.

- Get me out of here.

- Get him out of out.

(loud screaming) - The slide is stuck, Jesus.

This whole thing is gonna blow.

- Do it give me a hand I need one.

(loud screaming) - Come on, Jack.

(dramatic music) Turn him over.

- Get away.

Get away from here it's gonna blow.

Get away.

- Come on, Woods, it's gonna a blow.

Bloody hell.

- Sir, I found something that might be of interest.

- What's that?

- Gordon Drake posted here with the RAF.

- What's he do?

- He's a erk.

He's billeted on the drome, but he also rents a cottage on the estate at Digby Manor.

He lives there with his wife.

He has a police record?

Demanding money with menaces, assault.

He did 18 months.

While I can't see he'd have any reason personally for sabotage if Sir Michael wanted these people out of his house.

- He might employee somebody like Drake.

18 months.

- With hard labor.

- Right.

- Drake.

What is it you want to know about him?

- Well, he rents a cottage here is that right?

- Yeah.

I knew his father in the war.

Martin Drake, as a matter of fact he was my batman.

18 years old.

- Was that in the Fusiliers?

- The 11th Kent Fusiliers till I was wounded.

- At Messines.

- Got a bullet in the leg.

Drake helped me got me out of there out of the bloody trench.

- What happened to him?

- Died.

Car accident.

Son turned up here needed somewhere to live.

It was the least I could do.

- So, what he lives here for nothing?

- No, no, no.

He pays his rent.

Sometimes.

(birds squawking) - Mrs. Drake?

- That's right?

- What's happened to you?

- It's nothing I fell.

- Is your husband in?

- He won't be home till tonight.

He only comes home when he has leave.

Then I have to wait until the pubs are shut.

- He's in the air force, isn't he?

- I'm not supposed to tell you.

- Right ground crew is that right?

Right thank you.

Have you had somebody look at that?

- It's alright thank you.

I don't need any help.

(dramatic music) - [Sam] Andrew.

- Not now, Sam.

- Thanks for everything.

- Thank you, nurse.

- Excuse me, you have a pilot here.

His name is Greville Woods.

- Yes, and who are you?

- I'm a friend.

- Well, I'm afraid he can't see you.

- Well, I'm a close friend.

We're in the same squadron.

- I'm sorry.

- Please.

- He can't see you.

He can't see anyone.

He's been very badly burned.

His hands and his face.

At the moment his eyes are bandaged, and we don't yet know about his sight.

- Well, can I just look in for a minute?

Please I won't try to talk to him or anything.

Look he was flying my plane.

- Well, just for a moment.

(dramatic music) - Wouldn't stay here too long if I were you old chap.

- What?

- They'll have your arse off before you blink and use it to patch up some other unfortunate blighter.

- That's enough from you.

Thank you Mr. Bridges.

(lively music) - Are you happy with the saline level?

- Yes, Mr. Jamieson, it's very good.

- Now.

I'm gonna have a little butcher's here.

I wonder just I'm gonna take that left hand and then very gently in water just immerse that very gently into the saline and down and down.

Just you should feel a little touch.

What are you doing here you shouldn't be here.

Matron.

Matron, will you take this man away please?

Sorry, Greville.

We'll just dip that very gently into the saline.

(somber music) - Andrew, what's going on?

- It's Woods.

He's burned.

He can't see.

- Oh, no.

I'm so sorry.

- He was in my Spit.

The cockpit didn't open.

- Andrew, look your father's here.

- I'm going to kind Drake.

(dramatic music) - What?

- Go and get Anne, will you.

He's asking for her.

Tell her what's happened?

Tell her she needs to be here.

- [Foyle] It's quite a place.

- [Milner] Certainly is.

- [Foyle] Or rather it has been.

I can imagine how he feels.

- Sir Michael.

- [Foyle] This is the only way up to the roof is that right?

- Yes, sir.

- Right.

Most remember to get my attic stairs carpeted.

- Ah, Mr. Foyle, have you found anything yet?

- No, anything else happen?

- No, thank god.

Right now that's the last thing we need.

Smythe is already starting to write his report.

He's decided the whole place is a death trap, and the men would be safer in the gun tower of a Wellington over Dusseldorf.

Having you chaps here doesn't help either.

The police investigating the RAF not the done thing, old bean.

- Would you rather we left?

- No, absolutely not.

Matter of fact we're having our first party tonight.

It's a bit of a concert party and I want you to be there.

- Well.

- I'm sorry refusals aren't allowed.

You can bring that pretty driver of yours.

Attractive women in uniform that's what makes the war worth fighting, eh.

- Anne, I'm so sorry.

I didn't want to be the one to tell you.

- How bad is it?

- I have not seen him, but I spoke to Andrew and one of the nurses.

I'm afraid you're going to have to be very brave.

- Tell me.

- His face has been burned.

He's going to have to have surgery.

They don't yet know whether.

- Tell me what?

- Whether he can see.

- Oh, don't.

Oh, please don't.

Not Greville.

He's 19 years old.

How did it happen?

Shot down?

- The canopy wouldn't open.

- What?

- Andrew told me.

- It's that mechanic, isn't it, Drake's?

- I don't know.

- Yes, you do.

Greville told me about him.

Andrew had the same problem with his plane.

It was Andrew's plane he was flying.

- Ann, I'm so sorry.

- It wasn't your fault.

It wasn't Andrew's fault.

It was Drake.

- Greville's been asking for you.

I can drive you there if you like.

- No.

I don't want to see him not yet.

Please don't ask me.

(somber music) - But you love him.

- I loved him the way that he was, but I don't want to see him now not how he is.

I can't.

(heavy sobbing) (lively music) (crowd clapping) Mr. Foyle, Mr. Foyle, I need your help.

I understand you're a bit of a sleuth.

- Which bit did you have in mind?

(people laughing) - My name is Jamieson, and I need someone with a nose for crime.

- Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Jamieson.

My nose stays where it is.

- Pity.

But listen to me.

Something terrible has happened.

Someone has dropped a statue on Group Captain Smythe.

- That is terrible.

- You're telling me.

They missed.

(people laughing) (lively music) - I'll be right back.

(soft music) (crowd applauding) (lively music) ♪ Paris without the Eiffel Tower ♪ ♪ Spring without an April shower ♪ ♪ Sherlock Holmes without a single clue ♪ ♪ Imagine it ♪ I just about can ♪ I'll agree to Hirohito without Japan ♪ ♪ I just can't imagine ♪ What the world would be like without you ♪ (lively music) ♪ London without Trafalgar Square ♪ ♪ Ginger without Fred Astaire ♪ A rainbow that's insane for it has no blue ♪ ♪ Imagine it ♪ I'll try if I could ♪ I could see the trees ♪ But without the wood ♪ I just can't imagine ♪ What the world would be like without you ♪ - Is someone there?

(soft rustling) (dramatic music) - Sorry.

- You're muddy.

- Shh.

♪ Imagine it ♪ I'll try if you ask me ♪ But a world without you ♪ Would be simply too ghastly ♪ I could never do it ♪ So don't put me through it ♪ I just can't imagine ♪ What the world would be like without you ♪ (crowd applauding) (crowd cheering) - Bravo.

(dramatic music) - Who found him?

- His wife, sir, she's inside.

- Anything in that?

- Yeah, possibly.

- You've spoken to her?

- Just briefly.

- Upset?

- Not very but you saw her bruises.

- Could she have done this what do you think?

- It could have been her.

- We'll have another word with her then.

- There is one peculiarity though, sir.

Cause of death the medical officer thinks he may have drowned.

- I'm not sad that he's dead I'm not.

That's a wicked thing to say, isn't it?

- Did you really get those injuries in a fall, Mrs. Drake?

- I said that, but it wasn't true.

He was a bully.

All smiles when I first met him.

But that's when I still had money.

My dad had left me with some.

- Do you have any idea who might have wanted to kill your husband?

- No one apart from half the husbands in Hastings.

Maybe you should talk to Sir Michael.

- Oh, why?

- Gordon was always getting money from him.

A tenner here, a fiver there.

We got this house for nothing.

- [Foyle] Who is this is this your father?

- It was taken the year before he died.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

You got this house for nothing why was that do you think?

- He never told me.

It was something to do with his dad.

He served with Sir Michael in the war.

- He was his batman.

- I never met him.

But if he was anything like his son.

- Anyone who can look after you, Mrs. Drake?

- I suppose I'll telephone Pip - Who's Pip?

- My brother Pip He's in London.

I haven't seen him for a while, but maybe he'll come down.

- Do you think she killed him, sir?

- I don't know do you?

- No, although God knows she'd have every reason to.

How can any man treat a woman like that.

- Sir, that man, Gordon Drake, it's a bit embarrassing but I sort of know who he is.

- Yes.

- I believe he works for the same airfield as your son.

I have a friend Anne Bolton.

She's walking out with a pilot Greville Woods.

- Yes, he's a friend of Andrews.

- He's staying here at Digby Manor.

He's been hurt.

What happened to Woods may have been partly his fault.

- Well, do you mean Wood is in the burn's unit.

I'm really to trouble you again, Mr. Jamieson - Do me a favor Mr. Foyle.

Get this investigation over with as soon as possible, and then get out of here.

- There's still one or two questions to be asked I'm afraid.

- I have a patient waiting through there.

Young pilot he has burns to his hands and face, and he may well lose the use of his eyes.

Now do you want me to stand here answering your questions or to go through there and get on with his treatment?

- Well, the young pilot you are talking about is a very close friend to my son who is also a young pilot.

I'm fully aware that the work you're doing here is considerably more important thank Drake's murder or who did it.

Quite bloody frankly I'd much rather not be here either.

But should Drake's life not matter because he was less of a man than the men you're treating?

- Well, I'm sorry.

I will answer your questions.

- Thank you.

Well, there aren't any not for you.

I had one or two more for Dr. Wrenn who's speaking to my sergeant now.

I thought it only a courtesy just to let you know that was happening.

My apologies for keeping you from Greville Wood's treatment.

- Dr. Wrenn is a suspect.

He was at the concert party with us last night.

- Uh, not all the time.

- Yes, I was feeling exhausted.

I needed some air so I came out of that door there.

I strolled for a couple of minutes only.

- Forgive me, sir but it was longer than that.

- Five minutes tops.

- When you went back in you had mud on your clothes.

- I slipped.

I don't know how you can interrogate me this way, Milner.

I helped you.

You wouldn't even be working for the police if it wasn't for me.

- Did you notice anything when you came out here?

- Uh, yes.

Uh, not Drake.

There was a girl.

- Can you describe her?

- Slim, no more than 20 years old, quite pretty.

She was over there.

I hadn't seen her before.

- So you've met Woods.

- Yes, sir.

- How many times?

- A few.

- Well, if you met him then you must have seen Andrew.

- Yes, I've seen him there once or twice.

- There, where's there?

- Wherever.

- No idea you had such a wide social circle.

- Social circle it was just drinks really.

- Excuse me, sir.

There's an ARP warden Peter Preston I think you know him.

He'd like to have a word with you, sir.

He says it's urgent.

- Right.

- It was stupid of me, sir.

It was none of my business.

- What were you doing there in the first place?

- Black out infringement, sir, she was showing a light.

- Why did you feel you needed to tell him?

- Just didn't seem right to me, sir a woman having men in the house while her husband's at work.

- Did you know the man you saw there?

- I knew of him.

Everyone knew Gordon Drake, a bit of dodgy customer.

- Make a practice of involving yourself in the private lives of the people on your rounds?

- No, sir, I've never done it before.

That's why I've come to you now I feel awful.

He's dead and I may be to blame.

- I knew him when he worked at the garage on Fawcett Road.

He was always very polite, very friendly.

- Was he here often?

- Yes.

He cared.

At least he paid me some attention.

It's not too much to ask, is it?

- He was here the night the warden came around, is that right?

- He came to fix the lights.

There was a fuse or something, and of course he stayed.

He gave me stocking, real ones.

He made me feel good.

Brian was never here.

Someone told him, and of course he hit the roof, the usual dramatics.

He even told me he'd kill Gordon Drake.

Do you think he did it?

I tell you he didn't.

I know Brian and he doesn't have it in him.

(dramatic music) - Any sign of Andrew Foyle yet?

- [Pilot] No, sir.

(dramatic music) - Mrs. Roecastle, have you seen anyone come this way?

- No, matron.

- How long have you been here?

- Just a few minutes.

- [Jamieson] How much is missing?

- [Matron] All of it, Mr. Jamieson.

- What are we talking about here?

Several pounds of morphine?

- Diamorphine hydrochloride in powder and in pills.

Mrs. Roecastle was right outside and she didn't see anything.

- Has it occurred to any of you to keep the pharmacy locked?

- It was locked.

- We have to order more supplies immediately.

We have patients who need their evening doses.

- It's another mess, Jamieson, another complete mess.

- Sam.

- Andrew, what on Earth are you doing here?

- I have to see you.

- Shouldn't you be at... You'd better come inside.

Here have some tea.

I wish I had some whiskey or something but it's all I've got - I had to see you.

- If my landlady comes in here and finds us, we're both for the high jump.

I thought you were on duty?

- Sam.

I've gone AWOL.

- What?

Why?

- I can't go back.

I don't care what happens to me.

- But you must.

They'll come looking for you.

Andrew, what is it?

- I'm so tired.

For weeks now I don't sleep.

I can't eat.

I feel sick.

Sometimes I can't stand it because you're not with me.

At other times I don't even care if I ever see you again.

I know that's a horrible thing to say.

I don't want it to be true.

But it's as if you don't exist for me as if we never met.

- You're tired that's all.

- I'm not just tired, Sam.

When I saw Greville and the others in that place.

- You don't need to think about them because it's not going to happen to you.

- It will happen to me I know.

He was in my plane, Sam.

He flew my op it should've been me.

- You can't stay here, Andrew.

You've got to go back.

- I can't.

- They'll find you.

You can't run away from them forever.

- (sobbing) Don't make me go back.

Don't make me go back.

(gentle music) (dramatic music) - Medical officer in?

- He's downstairs, sir.

Oh, a very lucky morning for you, sir.

- Yeah, if only.

- Are these for lunch then, sir?

- Not this time I'm afraid though.

Get him to take a look at them would you?

- Why, what's the matter with them?

- Well, hopefully we'll find out.

- Sir.

Dr. Wrenn's here.

- I'm not lying to you.

Everything I've told you is the truth.

- And you never met Gordon Drake, is that right?

- Yes, I've never met him.

Well, I knew who he was.

- Even though he was having an affair with your wife.

- I knew she was seeing someone.

Drake.

- Did you kill him?

- I'm a doctor.

Milliner for Heaven's sake.

- This is the shirt you were wearing on the night of the review.

- Where did you get that?

- There's blood on the sleeve.

Can you explain it?

- It's easy to explain.

It's my work.

One way or another I'm in contact with blood almost every day of my life.

- I don't think he killed Drake, sir.

- Oh, why's that?

- Because I know him and I don't think he's capable of murder.

- Possible that your relationship might be affecting your judgment?

- Yes, perhaps.

He was a dedicated man and a brilliant doctor.

When I came back to England I wasn't good for anything much.

- I know I remember.

- It wasn't just that he helped just patch me up.

When you asked me to work with you he helped persuade me.

- I didn't know that.

Well if he didn't do it somebody did it.

Have you spoken to Anne Bolton?

- No, she wasn't at work yesterday.

- She might be today.

(soft knocking) Yeah.

- Complements of the MO, sir.

He says you should definitely change your fishing technique.

- Oh, did he, really?

How much is missing?

- Half a dozen bottles, large ones, and four bags of diamorphine hydrochloride about this size.

- You keep an inventory?

- Of course.

- It seems impossible this could happen in broad daylight.

- Yes, a thief would have to have made several journeys or else carry it all out in one very large bag.

- Through the middle of the hospital.

- Absolutely bound to have been seen.

- What do you think, Mr. Foyle?

I imagine haul like this would be worth a ransom to one of these London gangs.

- Anybody in the corridor when this happened?

- Only Mrs. Roecastle.

She was cleaning.

- She couldn't have taken it.

She could hardly manage one of the bottles.

- Who found all this then?

- Grace Petrie.

- Well, goodbye, matron.

- Goodbye, Mr. Bridges.

I can't say I'll miss you.

You've been one of my worst patients and a very bad influence on the ward.

- And you've been a complete tyrant who's made my life almost unbearable.

- Well, seems we understand each other perfectly.

- I think we always did.

(somber music) - Ms. Bolton, were you at Digby Manor the night before last?

- Do you think I killed Gordon Drake?

- Do you blame him for what happened to your fiance?

- Yes.

But I didn't kill him.

I was there though.

I arrived at about nine o'clock.

There was music coming from inside the hospital.

But I didn't see anything, so there's nothing I can tell you.

- Why were you there?

- Sam told me Greville had been hurt.

She told I should visit him.

But it was only when I was there, I realized I didn't want to.

Does that sound very cruel to you, Sergeant Milner?

I can't see him.

I don't want to see him.

I want the Greville Woods I was in love with, the Greville I was going to marry.

I tried to make myself visit him.

That's why I was there that night.

But I couldn't do it.

I couldn't face him.

- Thank you, Ms. Bolton.

- You think I'm disgusting.

- No.

But I will speak out of turn if you don't mind.

This is fake.

It's aluminum.

I lost most of my leg at Trondheim last year.

I was a mess when they carried me home.

Maybe not as bad as your fiance.

But there was massive scarring everywhere.

- I'm sorry.

- You shouldn't be.

I'm the man I was before I haven't changed.

- And what are you saying?

That Greville is still the same.

- He won't be if you leave him.

- Well, it's been fairly obvious from the beginning that somebody has taken great exception to the manor being used as a burn center and has done everything possible to get Mr. Jamieson and his team out.

- Do you know who this person is, Mr. Foyle?

- Sir Michael, it is your house.

It's you who has been turned out of it and forced to live here.

- It's the war.

- Which is why sabotage is a particularly serious crime and why with great regret I now have to arrest you.

- No.

No, no, no.

You're wrong.

- And with the possible charge of attempted murder I feel it only fair to warn you that a very long prison sentence may be involved.

- No, it wasn't him.

- Who was it then, Mrs. Roecastle?

- It was me.

- Thank you.

Sorry to have put you through that, sir.

- Mrs. Roecastle, is this true?

- Yes, sir.

I didn't mean to hurt anybody.

But I had to get them out.

(tense music) - Perhaps the way you began with stolen papers, torn sheets was forgivable but not the degree to which it escalated.

- How escalated?

- Well, you told us for example that you heard Dr. Wrenn coming down the stairs from the roof when in fact nobody can hear anything on those carpeted stairs through that door.

It was you, wasn't it, who pushed the statue?

- Look out.

- And all those stolen drugs, was that you?

- You don't have the drugs, do you?

You dumped them in the river.

And the diamorphine killed the fish.

- How did you get them out of the house?

- [Foyle] You put them in the bag of a vacuum cleaner you were using outside the pharmacy, didn't you?

- Those drugs were needed.

Why did you do this?

- For you, sir.

I knew they were breaking your heart taking over the manor house.

I could see what they were doing to you.

- No, no, no.

I don't mind.

Those poor young men so terribly hurt.

I'm glad they're here.

- But you had a gun, sir.

You were going to use it on yourself I know you were.

- Mrs. Roecastle, you've done a terrible wicked thing.

You haven't understood me at all.

You've no idea.

- I did it for you, sir.

(dramatic music) - Well, I did think sometimes often of taking my own life.

- Why?

- Because I know what I am.

Because I know I'm a fake.

Sometimes living with myself is hard.

I was at Messines Ridge in the summer of 1917 Battle of Ypres.

For God's sake I was their commanding offerer.

My batman was a man called Martin Drake, Gordon's father.

- Yes, you told me.

- What I didn't tell you was it was hell.

They were strafing us with gas shells.

You could hear them whining as they came in overhead.

The gas and the shrapnel and the shells, and the mud and the blood, the rifles and the machine guns, the artillery, the noise and the endlessness of it.

I did think it would never end until I was dead, until I was ripped to pieces.

Some of the wounds I saw young men with their end trails hanging out.

I'd had enough.

I took out my gun, and I shot myself in the leg.

I had to get out of there it was the only way.

That's what I did.

Drake saw.

He carried me to the field hospital, and as far as I knew he never told anyone.

He wrote about it to his son.

Gordon turned up here and showed me the letter.

He knew it would ruin me.

He made me pay.

I've been paying ever since.

In the end I expect he'd have taken everything I have.

Except my self-respect.

Lost that 25 years ago.

- You could work in the hospital here.

Lots you could do there.

- But these are so brave.

We call them the few but who could have taught this country could have produced so many of them.

- My son's one of them.

- Then you're a very fortunate man.

- Right.

Let's have these off, and we'll have a look at the damage.

- Now.

- I'd like to come in.

I'm his fiance.

- Ann.

- Absolutely, sit down.

The first thing he should see when these things come off is a pretty face like yours.

(dramatic music) - I thought you weren't going to come.

- I'm here.

I'll never leave you.

- Will I see?

- [Jamieson] Well, let's find out.

- Where have you been?

- I should have come.

But I couldn't bear it.

I was afraid.

(dramatic music) - I can see you.

I'm so pleased you're here.

(dramatic music) - Sir - Mr. Foyle.

- Wing Commander.

- I wonder if I might have a word.

- Certainly.

- I shouldn't be here, Mr. Foyle.

It goes against every rule in the book.

- What's the problem?

- I'm afraid that Andrew is absent without leave, and I was hoping you might be able to help me find him.

- So you can do what exactly?

- At the moment he's been gone less than 48 hours, but even so I should have reported his absence to the RAF police.

You know, too many of the top brass at Command and Group still think that human error and human weakness is all a question of morale.

They're too ready to throw the book at anyone who steps out offline.

LMF, they call it, lack of moral fiber.

- What do you call it?

- Well, I see the truth of it.

These young men we ask so much of them.

It's not just the number of op's they fly and the mental strain.

It's lack of sleep no wonder they get ill.

Flying stress, combat fatigue, shell shock even, there are many names there just aren't enough of us prepared to recognize it.

- Well, he's certainly not been himself recently, but I've not seen him for a day or two.

- In that case there's nothing I can do.

He'll be charged with desertion.

(dramatic music) - Uh.

How long has he got?

- I can give him until two o'clock this afternoon.

No longer than that.

(dramatic music) - Dad.

- [Foyle] Andrew.

- How did you know I was here?

- How do you think?

Get your coat.

Thank you.

- Thanks.

So, you know about me and Sam.

- I do.

- Sorry.

- For what?

- Well, she is your driver.

- Well, yes, she's my very attractive driver and it's perfectly understandable.

- Anyway I've let everyone down, haven't I?

- No, not at all that's not the case.

Turner came to see me.

- Did he?

- He wants you back.

- For the court martial?

- No.

Well, so long as you're back by 2:00 that is.

No, he's... You see I met a man the other day who fought in the last war.

He was in the thick of it and reached the point where rather than fight he chose to shot himself in the leg.

See 25 years ago that was cowardice and he'd have been shot if he'd been found out.

But nowadays you see men like Turner have a better understanding on the limit, how much you can ask of people.

He seems to think you've got a kind of combat fatigue.

Sort of like another way of getting burned.

- So, he asked you to find me?

- Well, no, but he gave me the opportunity.

Sam helped, and all three of us have your best interests at heart because we care about you.

- Dad, I know who killed Gordon Drake.

- Yes, so do I.

- No, I was there when it happened.

I was waiting for him at his house.

- What were you doing there?

- I don't know.

I was gonna confront him.

It was his fault that Greville was burned.

Maybe I'd have killed him myself.

(dramatic music) (branches rustling) - Is someone there?

- [Brian] Drake.

- What?

- You leave my wife alone.

- [Andrew] It was Wrenn, one of the doctors at the hospital.

- Yeah, well, he's in custody which is where you're gonna be if you don't get back to the air field Sam will drive you.

- It's alright I'll come with you.

- No, Sam will drive you you haven't got the time.

She'll drop you outside the base.

You can walk in on your own.

- You're going straight back to the ministry then, Group Captain.

- Yes, Mr. Jamieson.

Now that this business of the sabotage has been taken care of there doesn't seem to be any reason for me to stay.

- You'll be putting in your report.

- I already have.

- And?

- I've pointed out that you are arrogant, ill-disciplined, disrespectful.

That you run this place entirely as a law unto yourself.

I have also made it clear that you get results.

That the patients here have a great deal to be thankful for.

I have therefore recommended that you just be allowed to get on with things without any further interference from people such as myself.

- Thank you.

- Good luck.

(upbeat music) - Sir, Dr. Wrenn has asked to see you.

- Sergeant.

- Sir.

- Have you seen Preston?

- Preston I think he's in the canteen, sir.

- Have you got the household registry form he filled in for the Wrenn's place?

- It'll be in the Wrenn file, sir.

- Thank you.

It's Peter Preston, isn't it?

- Yes, sir.

- Right.

Ask him to pop in if he's got a second, would you?

- Sir.

- Mr. Foyle, I haven't told you the truth.

- Well, we um we start of spotted that.

Will you be telling us the truth now?

- Yes.

You were right.

I killed Gordon Drake.

I didn't plan to, not exactly.

He was seeing my wife.

He was a worthless piece of trash, and I couldn't stand it anymore.

I slipped out the concert.

I was just gonna don't front him that's all.

Then I saw him and I just lost control.

I picked up a stone.

I never meant to kill him.

I just wanted to hurt him, just knock him down.

- And is that all that you did?

- Yeah.

He was still breathing I could have sworn.

But I don't know.

I was ashamed and I just ran off and left him.

- Well, I'm glad you've chosen to tell us because, in fact, you were seen.

- Who?

- It seems half of Hastings had decided to do away with him at more or less the same time.

It just so happens that you managed to get there first.

- I'm so sorry.

I still can't believe it.

It's madness.

- How do you imagine he died?

- Well, I just assumed I'd fractured his skull.

- He drowned.

- What?

- The blow to the head wasn't fatal.

His lungs were full of water.

(dramatic music) - Water.

- There's a trough beside the house.

- Yes, I remember it.

He was nowhere near it when he fell I'm sure of it.

If you're saying that he drowned in the trough, then that means.

- You're off the hook.

Well, you could still be charged with common assault or even attempted murder.

- I never intended to kill him.

- Well, I believe you.

I also believe that I'm in your debt since it seems I wouldn't have Milner here if it hadn't been for you.

- You're gonna let me go.

- See Dr. Wrenn out will you?

- Yes, sir.

I'll be glad to.

(heavy sobbing) - [Turner] I'm very glad to see you, Foyle.

- Thank you.

- You'll be pleased to hear that I spoke to Greville Woods this morning he's gonna be alright.

- That is good news, sir.

- At least he still has his sight, and they'll be able to patch him up again.

His girl's standing by him, which is good.

But as for you Foyle you've come to the end of the road.

You're being posted to an OTU to instruct.

You're gonna be giving the young bloods some fresh ideas.

I'd already come to this decision before you took a couple of days unofficial leave.

You're no longer on op's, Foyle.

You're done enough, more than enough.

I want you to know how happy I am for you.

You were a cheeky young sod when you first came here, but you're a damn fine fighter pilot.

You've grown in strength and in stature, and I'm glad that you've made it through.

I'll miss you.

You've done a bloody good job.

- Thank you, sir.

- You'll fly up to Debden tomorrow morning, 605 Squadron.

You're also being promoted, flight lieutenant.

Good luck, Foyle.

- Sir.

(dramatic music) - [Foyle] Yeah.

- Sorry, you asked to see me, sir.

- Yes, have you got a moment?

- Yes, of course.

- Come in.

Sit down.

- Is this about Dr. Wrenn, sir?

- Well, yes in a way.

- Obviously I should never have told Dr. Wrenn about Drake and his wife.

- Yes, there's that and your involvement in the murder.

- Murder.

- Drake's murder.

- Sorry beg your pardon.

- You're responsible, correct?

- I.

- Care to tell us why?

- I didn't even know the man.

- Well, of course you did.

- Well, yes, I knew of him, but, no, I'd never met him.

- He's your brother-in-law.

You're Pip, aren't you?

- My name is Peter.

- That's right.

Peter Ian Preston and known within your family especially by Beryl by your initials.

She's your sister, correct?

Her maiden name is Preston.

Both grew up in the Forest of Dean.

Not much of your accent left, but you're the splitting image of your father.

Who is this, is this your father?

- It was taken the year before he died.

- Your sister didn't land you in it by the way or rather she didn't intentionally.

However, she did mention a brother Pip.

But seemed rather nervous about it having done so and made out he was living in London.

(dramatic music) - She's my sister, yes.

- Tell us what happened the night of the concert.

- Night of the concert I was going round to see her.

I didn't know he'd be there.

(dramatic music) (Gordon groaning) - Help.

- What happened?

- Wrenn.

(Gordon groaning) - Come on.

Come on.

- Wrenn.

- It couldn't have worked out better for you.

All you had to do was drag him to the trough and force his head into the water.

Hoped, correctly, that Dr. Wrenn could take the blame.

As long as nobody knew the connection between you and Beryl, you'd be in the clear.

If you'd left him under water and put his shoe back on, you might have got away with it.

- You should have seen the way he treated her.

He was a bully.

He was a wife beater.

I had to protect her, had to put him down.

I don't care what happens to me.

I'm glad.

I did it.

(plane engine roaring) (soft music) - You'll write then?

- Of course I will.

- I wonder.

You got cash?

- Yeah, I'm fine, dad.

- And how do you feel?

- It's hard to say.

I can't believe it's all over.

I can't imagine there'll be anything like it in my life ever again.

- Well, at least you got the chance at a life now assuming we get through all this.

Seems a queue to say goodbye to you.

- See you, dad.

- I hate goodbyes.

- Well, come on, Sam, it's only Debden.

It's not that far.

- I know.

- We'll write and there are always weekends.

- Please don't try to cheer me up anymore, Andrew.

- Well, you look after dad for me.

- We'll look after each other.

- Good luck, Sam.

- And you.

(soft music) - You all right.

- Yes, sir.

I'm present and correct.

- We'll I'll miss him.

Will you?

- Yes, sir.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to become involved.

Well, I did.

- Well, the Foyle's always have been hard to resist.

- Absolutely, sir.

(plane engine roaring) (upbeat music) (dramatic music)