(exciting music) (loud clanking) - Matthew.

How many more?

- We've got enough.

- There's still more room in the van.

- Forget it, Len, we've got plenty.

I say we get out of here.

- Are you scared?

- You're bloody right I'm scared.

- He's right, Len.

We can come back.

- One more load.

- [Narrator] Halt, who goes there?

- Hell.

- [Narrator] Move it!

- Stop!

Don't move, we're armed.

- Come on!

- Stay where you are!

(gun firing) (loud screaming) - Dan!

(tires screeching) (engine revving) - Len!

(loud gunshot) (windshield shattering) - [Narrator] Matthew!

- [Guard] Oi, move.

- He's been hit!

- Shut up!

(loud crashing) - I think you hit him.

(tires squealing) (loud sirens) (loud explosions) (loud gasps) (explosions booming) (people sobbing) (loud crying) - It's madness.

(explosions booming) It's madness.

Nobody cares about us.

400 killed last night.

400 in the flames and the fire.

Did you hear any ack-ack?

No, there wasn't any.

They don't care.

(loud explosions) (loud gasps) They're not down here, are they?

Churchill and the rest of 'em.

It's their war but we're the ones who have to put up with it night after night after night.

- Come on, love.

It's not that bad.

(loud explosions) - We're not going to win this war.

They pushed us out of Norway and France.

Now they're in Romania.

Nobody can stop them.

(loud explosions) If we don't have a negotiated peace we'll be crushed.

We'll be destroyed.

- Oh, shut up!

What do you know about it, anyway?

- I do know.

I'm with the police, I know what's happening.

- You could get in trouble talking like that.

- [Narrator] It's talking sedition.

- He doesn't mean it.

- The Jerries have won, and we might as well pack up.

- [Woman] Talk like that's not gonna help anyone.

- I'm telling you.

They don't want you to know, but we've already lost.

(explosions booming) (calm music) (faint clunking) - [Narrator] Have you found it yet?

- No.

It must be in here somewhere.

- Sam?

Is this what you're looking for?

- Oh, where was it?

- In the kitchen in a biscuit tin.

- Of course.

Thanks!

(door clicking) (perky music) (tires squealing) (tires squealing) - Been here long?

- A few minutes, sir.

It was the car.

It was immobilized.

- You mean you immobilized it?

- Well yes.

Following regulations.

I left in a hurry last night and I'm afraid I forgot where I'd hidden the distributor cap.

- At least you got here.

- [Redhead] Bad luck about the train, sir.

- At least while they're bombing the railways they're sparing the houses.

- So how was London?

- Well, a quarter of a million homeless, civil administration almost nonexistent, no builders, no materials for repairs, rest centers are overcrowded, not enough mobile canteens and in the shelters there's anything up to 300 people using as little as two latrines.

- What about the voluntary services?

- Well they're doing a great job but if you've got 500 tons of bombs being dropped per night there's only a certain amount they can do.

There's too many dead and dying.

- Do you think it's going to get as bad as that down here, sir?

- God forbid.

(loud tense music) - [Narrator] It's all right, Matthew.

- [Narrator] Where's Len?

- I don't know, he said he'd be here.

- [Narrator] I want a doctor.

- And he'll get you a doctor.

How is it?

- I can't feel anything.

- That's good.

That's good, isn't it?

You don't really wanna feel any pain.

Do you want something to eat?

We've got tinned salmon, tinned peaches, chocolate.

You wouldn't believe half the stuff we've got in here.

There's 50 quid's worth of sugar.

Len said we could probably get 100 quid for it, 200 even.

It's like Ali Baba's cave.

- I want a doctor.

- And he's gonna get you a doctor.

'Ey, look at me.

You're going to be fine.

Okay?

(loud ringing) - [Narrator] Hello, sir.

- Miller.

- Good to have you back.

- Thank you.

Busy?

- Not a lot going on, sir.

Bomb fell on a cemetery in Upperton.

Nobody killed but a few dead bodies.

- Old ones are always the best, eh?

- And there was a break-in at a food depot just outside Hailsham yesterday.

A Home Guard opened fire on three men in a van.

He may have hit one of them.

- Who are they?

- Bird-watchers.

Came over from Bristol looking for rare birds.

- Twitchers, why were they arresting them?

- They were selling them as meat.

- [Older Man] Business as usual, then.

- Yes sir, there is something else.

There's a Kate Farley here, says her son has gone missing.

- It's not like him.

Not to stop out all night.

I mean, he'd let me know and when he didn't come home this morning I-- - When did he go out?

- I couldn't tell you.

I'm at the factory all hours.

Sometimes I don't get home until after 10.

- Listen, your son's been missing less than 24 hours, why are you worried about him so soon?

- He's been keeping the wrong kind of company.

He's got this friend.

The two of them as thick as thieves.

Now Daniel's a bit of no-good.

I knew something bad would happen, I told Matthew but-- - Daniel?

- Parker.

The two of them do odd jobs together at Brookfield Court.

Have you heard of it?

- [Old Man] Remind me.

- Everyone in the village knows about Brookfield Court.

It's a big place and they've turned it into a sort of guesthouse.

Guests is one word for it.

- What's another?

- It's not for me to say but I wish my boy had never set foot in that place.

- Are you going to look into this?

- Yes sir.

I'll start with Brookfield Court.

- I should.

Let me know.

- Sir.

(slow paced music) - Hep!

- No!

(loud laughter) Too old for this.

- Nonsense, not at all.

There, you were unlucky.

- What's the score?

- 30, 40.

(loud whirring) Right.

Your serve.

Yep, come on!

(loud barking) - Charlie, come here.

Come to heel!

- Oh, go away.

Go on, go away!

Ugh!

Have I told you I loathe dogs?

- Yes, Miss Reece, many times.

- One of the few animals in creation for which there appears to be no apparent reason.

If I'd known Mrs. Powell took dogs, I'd have thought twice before coming.

- I wish you had, Miss Reece.

- I hope you're not going to leave him by the car.

Mr. Foyle always does.

Quite a place.

- How the other half live!

You wouldn't think there's a war on.

Excuse me, sir.

- Shh.

Who are you?

- The name's Milner.

I'm a detective sergeant with Hastings Police.

- Police?

Why?

What do you want?

- I'm looking for the owner.

- Mrs. Powell, through there.

- Thank you.

(solemn music) (loud clanking) (faint knocking) - Hello.

Writing?

- Yes, that's what it would look like, wouldn't it?

Or trying to.

- Oh, sorry.

Are you a novelist?

- I'm a journalist.

I write articles for magazines.

- I wouldn't have thought there was much to write about around here.

- Well, you'd be wrong.

- I haven't seen Matthew Farley for a couple of days, Mr. Milner.

Or Daniel Parker.

I have to say though, they're very close, so if you find one, you'll probably find the other.

- They both work here?

- Occasionally.

Parker works in the kitchen.

Odd jobs, that sort of thing.

Matthew helps out in the garden.

- You have two gardeners?

- It's a big garden.

Matthew lives with his mother in Hastings.

If you want to talk to Parker, I suggest you try the village.

He has a room above the shop.

(loud ringing) Oh, will you excuse me?

It's my husband.

- Who is it?

- It's a police officer, Malcolm.

He's with me now.

- Detective Sergeant Milner, sir, Hastings Police.

- What do you want?

- We're looking for a young man, Matthew Farley.

He's been reported missing.

- Dan Parker's friend.

- Parker is a good-for-nothing.

His friend is a layabout.

- We don't have a great deal of choice.

Getting help of any sort isn't very easy these days.

- How many guests do you have staying here Mrs. Powell?

- We have six.

- Mr. and Mrs. Joseph, Mr. and Mrs. Hardiman.

Amanda Reece, she's a writer, and Mr. Vaudrey is our most recent arrival.

- And are they staying long?

- All our guests are here for the duration.

- Well, would you let me know if either Matthew or his friend come back?

- They're both louts.

That's the generation we fought the war for.

It was a waste of time.

I don't know why we bothered.

(solemn music) - My husband lost his sight in the War.

It was a mustard gas attack at Ypres.

- I'm sorry.

- It was the war to end all wars, that's what we thought and, now here we are again.

- Hello.

Do you work here?

- Yes, that's right.

- Weeding.

- That's what it looks like.

Who are you?

- Sam Stewart.

I'm with the police.

- What are you doing here?

- We're looking for someone.

He's gone missing.

- Gone missing from where?

- Home, I suppose.

Name of Matthew Farley, do you know him?

- Never heard of him.

- Well, that's funny, because he works here too.

- Well, I keep myself to myself.

I prefer it that way.

- Pentstemon.

- What?

- The plant you've just dug up is a pentstemon.

It's a flower not a weed.

My father does a lot of gardening.

He's a vicar.

- Bully for him.

- I heard an interesting rumor that you're a police officer.

- Who told you that, sir?

- Ah well you can't sneeze in this place without somebody noticing.

- I saw you playing tennis just now.

- Oh, yes, yes, with Max Joseph.

Well, he's a Jew but not a bad sort.

Are you, are you here for any reason in particular?

- Yes, I'm looking for Matthew Farley.

- Oh.

The odd-job boy.

Yes, I haven't seen him recently.

But listen, if you've got a moment or two you might want to check out Frank Vaudrey.

Have you got that?

R-E-Y.

Came down from London recently.

- Check him out for what, sir?

- Don't ask me to do your job for you, old boy.

I'm only trying to help.

- Friendly sort, aren't they?

- Just get me out of here, would you, Sam?

- With pleasure.

- Well, how was tennis?

- Three sets to none.

- You really should let him win now and then.

- It goes against the grain.

I've been speaking to the police.

- Yes, I heard they were here.

- I told them to check up on our friend Vaudrey.

- Did you?

- Mmm.

Interesting to see what they come up with.

- I'm not sure that was a good idea.

- What, a fiver out of your purse?

And those cuff links were Cartier.

- You don't know it was him.

- He doesn't fit in here.

Besides, it only started after he arrived.

- You're such a snob.

- What, and you aren't?

- [Narrator] What do you think?

- It's a funk hole, sir.

- I'd agree with you.

- What's a funk hole?

- It's a sort of hiding place for people with more money than conscience who wanna buy their way out of the war.

There are hotels and guesthouses just like Brookfield Court tucked away all over the country.

Some are taking reservations on the day that the Germans invaded Poland.

Brookfield Court is advertised in the local press.

- "Brookfield Court.

"A haven for the sensitive and artistic "seeking comfort in a secluded and quiet location."

- Out of harm's way.

- Cowards.

They can't do that, can they?

- Nobody to stop them.

Did you find anything?

- No sign of Farley or Parker, sir.

But one of the guests suggested I look into a man called Frank Vaudrey who's also staying there.

- Did he say why?

- No.

But I've sent a routine inquiry up to Scotland Yard.

- Oh and you should ask about the gardener while you're at it.

(loud ringing) - Why's that?

- Well, he knew nothing about gardening, I can tell you that.

- Well anyway, listen, Matthew Farley might well have turned up by now.

Get on to his mother again.

- Yes, sir.

- Yes.

Where is he?

(fast paced music) I'll be there right away.

Sam.

- [Sam] How bad is it, sir?

- [Old Man] They didn't say.

- [Sam] But at least he's still in one piece.

- [Old Man] They didn't say that either.

Andrew.

- [Andrew] Dad.

- Are you all right?

- Not too bad.

- Shouldn't you be in bed?

- I couldn't stand being cooped up.

Have you seen the quack?

- No, I saw one of the nurses.

How bad is it?

- Well, I've hurt my arm and, a few cuts and bruises but I'll live.

- What happened?

- This fog.

A couple of 100 feet of it.

I couldn't see the ground.

- I thought you'd been shot down.

- No.

I couldn't find the aerodrome so I tried to find a field.

But they all had poles stuck in or ditches, you know, anti-invasion.

In the end I ran out of fuel so I had to come down in the drink.

The plane flipped over and this happened.

In a way I was lucky.

I thought I'd bought it.

- What happens now then?

- I get a week's crash leave.

So it looks like I can come home.

- [Narrator] Thank you for agreeing to see me, sir.

- [Narrator] You're talking about Foyle for heaven's sake.

Christopher Foyle.

- [Narrator] Yes, sir.

- Are you sure there's no mistake?

- Well that was my first assumption, sir.

- [Narrator] Of course.

- [Narrator] That's why I double-checked everything before I came to you.

- [Narrator] Have you spoken to anyone else?

- No, sir.

- Quite right.

Foyle's a first-class detective who's more or less running the entire South Coast.

If there's any truth in this, it would be nothing short of catastrophic.

- Are you saying, are you saying you want me to bury the investigation, sir?

- No, no, of course not, we can't do that.

But was he in London?

- He came up for a conference.

Directorate of Emergency Works.

- Oh, yeah, I was there.

I didn't meet him.

- No, he stayed near St. Paul's, sir.

That's less than a mile from where the incident took place.

- This was a public shelter?

- We have witness statements.

They all gave accurate descriptions.

One of them even confirmed his name.

- Oh this is madness.

I don't believe this.

I don't believe any of it.

- Sir, if I may?

- Go on.

- I don't think this is as serious as it seems.

War does different things to different people.

It's impossible to know how anyone's going to react.

Now, DCS Foyle, he's a good man, but he's had no experience of what the Germans have been throwing at us in the capital.

I'd have said it would have been perfectly understandable if he'd been caught up in his first major raid and panicked.

- Panicked?!

That's not what we're talking about Collier, you know that.

- But, sir-- - No, we're talking about sedition.

Spreading alarm and despondency is a very serious breach of defense regulations.

Only last week there was a woman, GPO telephone operator was fined 25 pounds for spreading the rumor that German parachutists had landed in Kent.

This is worse.

Much, much worse.

- What do you want me to do, sir?

- I want him suspended from duties and an investigation launched.

- With respect sir, I don't think that's fair.

- Fair?

- There may be extenuating circumstances.

- No, no, we can't make exceptions Collier, you know that as well as I do.

- But in this case, sir, I suggest we do.

Let me go down to Hastings and sort this out.

- We must do this by the book.

- Yes, sir.

- Matt, I've brought you some... (solemn music) (solemn music) - Want me to do that?

It's been a while since I did.

- No, thanks.

Actually, I'm not very hungry.

Sorry.

- Don't be.

What are you going to do today?

- I haven't really thought.

- Well, sitting around moping on your own isn't going to do bloody good, is it?

- I'll be all right.

I've got the wireless.

I can read.

- [Foyle] Arm all right?

- Not too bad.

- Why don't you get somebody over, that Douglas fellow?

- He died.

Went down in the Channel.

- Sorry.

- Douglas, Rex...

I don't really have many friends left.

- Listen-- - Don't worry about me, Dad.

I'm just feeling sorry for myself.

If you want the truth, me arm hurts like... - Well look, I don't have to go in.

I could take the day off.

We could do something.

- You haven't taken a day off in 20 years.

- Always a first time.

- No.

I'll be all right.

I'll be fine.

- Everything all right, sir?

- Yes, thanks.

No, not really.

I'm just wondering if um... You doing anything this evening?

- Are you asking me out, sir?

- Steady on, Miss Stewart, certainly not.

No.

I'm thinking about Andrew.

- Is he all right?

- No.

Well, I don't know.

I'm a bit worried about him.

He's not himself at the moment because of this accident and I thought maybe, it'll do him a bit of good to get out a bit.

- You mean with me?

- Well, no, no, no, no.

- A drive in the countryside sir, something like that?

- Perfect.

Yes.

- Although you know, we shouldn't use up too much fuel sir.

- No, no, no of course not.

I mean not too far.

Just a breath of fresh air, change of scenery.

- It'll be a pleasure, sir.

- Thank you.

(slow paced music) - Goodnight.

Good afternoon.

- [Clerk] Good afternoon, sir.

- My name's James Collier, I telephoned from London.

Thanks very much.

- Thank you, sir.

- This break-in in Hailsham.

The place is less than a mile from Brookfield Court.

- Just the other side of the wood.

- Coincidence?

Three men, one of them shot.

And a van.

- Still no sign of Matthew Farley.

I spoke to his mother this morning.

- Both he and Daniel Parker work at Brookfield Court, right?

- [Milner] Hmm.

- And you say Daniel Parker's got a room with?

- Leonard Holmes, who runs the village shop.

- Right.

And with everybody buying under the counter these days-- - If you want to distribute stolen food... - Exactly.

- Alright ladies, wait your turn.

I'll be with you in a moment.

You are in luck, Mrs. Powell.

A nice bit of liver.

Last of the meat.

You want me to wrap it up for you to take home?

- You can't deliver, Mr. Holmes?

- Not at the moment, trouble with the van.

- Excuse me.

- Mrs. Farley.

- [Mrs. Farley] Is there no more meat?

- Sorry, Mrs. you should've got here earlier.

- Well I've been queuing here for half an hour.

- Excuse me.

- It's not fair.

I've lived in this village all my life and so has my son and then you come and take everything for people who aren't even from 'round here.

- I've not done any wrong.

All my guests are registered at the shop.

- Guests?

That's one word for 'em.

- Oh come on now, ladies!

- Well they're cowards, all of them!

They're just hiding from the war just 'cause they can afford it.

And you, you ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Making money out of 'em.

- Look, I might have a couple of sausages out the back.

- Oh, why don't you give her the sausages and leave us with the food we want to eat!

- Please, let me pass.

I want to go home.

- That's it, go back to your rotten funk hole then.

Our men are fighting this war and if they knew it was for people like you they wouldn't bother!

- Len.

- What do you want?

(solemn music) - [Dan] Is he?

- Of course he is, you daft sod.

He's dead as mutton.

- God.

- Pull yourself together, Dan, all right?

This wasn't our fault.

We didn't shoot him.

- No, but we were there.

- Nobody knows that.

There's nothing to connect either of us with him.

- Okay, what do we do?

- We've got to get him out of here, that's for sure.

We'll bury him in the wood.

- What?

- What else can we do?

You want to call out the local vicar and ask for a Christian burial?

- What about his mother?

She doesn't even know!

- We've got no choice.

We'll put him in the wood.

- You never said anyone was gonna get hurt, Len.

- How was I to know?

Now you, pull yourself together!

Go and get a spade.

- There's not much more I can tell you, sir.

It's all in my report.

There were three of them.

I challenged them to stop.

They refused, so I opened fire.

- Did you see any of them?

- [Guard] No, not clearly.

- But you're fairly certain you hit one of them?

- Yes, sir, I'm afraid so.

I feel bad about that.

- No, not at all.

Just doing your duty.

- Yes, sir, I know.

- But what makes you so sure you hit him?

- He shouted out, sir.

- What did he say?

- I think he swore, sir.

"Damn" or something.

- Damn?

Dan, perhaps?

Someone's name?

- I couldn't be sure, sir.

(slow paced music) (loud tapping) - Parker?

What are you doing here?

- I thought you wanted the stove cleaned Mrs. Powell.

- That was three days ago.

Where have you been?

- In and out.

- Well, that's not true.

The police were looking for you.

- And what did you tell them?

- I told them I hadn't seen you.

- But I was here on Wednesday evening.

- No, you weren't.

- You see, I think your memory's playing you false again Mrs. Powell, cos I was definitely here.

You and me, we look out for each other, don't we?

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

- You know, since I've worked here, I've got to know one or two things, haven't I?

But I keep my mouth shut and I get on with my job, just like I was doing on Wednesday evening.

Do you know what I mean?

(slow paced music) (loud knocking) - Sam.

- Hello.

- Dad not with you?

- No.

He's working late.

- So what are you-- - Well, he mentioned you were on your own at home and I was, I'm just on my way to have tea and I was wondering if you'd join me.

- For tea?

- Yes, I've got the car.

- That's very kind of you, Sam, but I'm not hungry.

- Oh.

Well you can sit and watch me eat because I'm absolutely starving.

Come on, Andrew.

I'm more likely to get a decent portion if I'm seen with an airman.

Anyway, I hate eating on my own.

Don't you want a sandwich?

- [Andrew] I'm not hungry.

- I'm always hungry.

I don't know what I'm going to do if the rationing gets any worse.

I might want to put treacle in my tea.

It tastes quite disgusting.

And it goes sort of black so it looks disgusting too.

What's the food like in the RAF?

- So-so.

- It's frightful bad luck coming down the way you did.

- I don't know.

I got a week's leave.

- That's true.

Funny, we've never really got a chance to sit down together.

What happened to that girl you were seeing?

- We broke up.

- Oh.

I'm sorry to hear it.

So you're all on your own.

Are you sure you won't have one?

- No.

- These sandwiches would've been an awful lot better if they put something inside them.

You must be having an awful time.

- What makes you say that?

- I've seen the dogfights over the Channel.

And, of course, I listen to the wireless.

I can't imagine what it must be like.

You've no idea how proud we all are of you.

- Is that why you invited me out to tea?

- No.

I just didn't like the idea of you moping in the house on your own.

- Moping?

- Yes.

- That's the word my father used.

- Is it?

- Did he put you up to this?

- No.

Not exactly.

- He's worried about me so he sends a girl to cheer me up.

- I'm not a girl.

I am, but I'm not just a girl.

- You're a police driver doing what she's been told to do.

- [Sam] No.

- I can't believe my father.

Treating me like a child.

And what makes you think you've got the right to play with me as though I've hurt my arm and need cheering up?

- That's not fair.

- "You've no idea how proud we all are of you."

Well, you don't have to be proud of us, Sam.

Because it's bloody.

And it's horrible.

And we're only doing it for the same reason as everyone else.

Because we have to.

But the simple fact is that right now, I just want to be left on my own.

If Dad thinks he can use you like some sort of nanny, you can tell him forget it.

- That's not how it is.

That's a horrid thing to say.

- Let me pay for tea.

Forgive me if I don't join you, but as I already said, I'm not hungry.

I'll make my own way home.

- [Male] Mrs. Powell.

I wonder if I might have a word with you.

- Yes, Mr. Vaudrey.

- Well, it's about the rations.

I don't like to complain but lunch today-- - We are doing what we can Mr. Vaudrey.

- I'm beginning to wonder frankly if some guests aren't benefiting at the expense of others.

- I can assure you Mr. Vaudrey that all the food is scrupulously portioned.

- Well, I have some experience of administration and I have to say I question that.

- All I can say, Mr. Vaudrey, is if you don't like it here, you can always leave.

Now, if you will excuse me.

(slow paced music) - Voila.

Well, chin-chin.

- Cheers.

- Have you thought any more about my proposition?

- I don't know.

- Well, we don't want to leave it too late.

Who's to say how much longer the war will go on?

- Could be years.

- Could be weeks.

Look, take my word for it Max.

There are weaving mills all over the country going under.

We buy them cheap, keep them ticking over.

End of the war we'll make a fortune.

- I need to think a bit more.

- Fine, you think all you like.

But textiles are my business.

It's your finance, my expertise.

Nothing can stop us.

- [Powell] You shouldn't be here.

- I had to see you.

- No.

- I had to.

I can't just work out there, pretending-- - This is wrong.

- You want me to leave?

- No.

Someone saw us together.

- Who?

- Daniel Parker.

He saw us and he tried to threaten me.

- I can deal with him.

- How?

I don't know, I'll-- - How did I get myself into this?

- I've made things more difficult for you, haven't I?

I should never have come here.

- No, I can't bear to lose you.

I can't bear being so close to you and having to pretend.

(loud clanking) - Wendy?

Who are you talking to?

- Nobody.

- I thought I heard someone.

- No one, I'm just preparing the dinner.

- [Narrator] Come on, Charlie.

10 minutes before supper.

Go on.

Charlie!

- "The child had terrible burns.

"The building that had been his home "was still burning behind him.

"I held his hand.

"The doctor."

Terrible burns.

Terrible injuries.

Dreadful injuries.

- Charlie!

(ominous music) Charlie!

Where are you?

(loud barking) Charlie!

Charlie!

(loud growling) - A body's been found in the woods near Brookfield Court.

- Farley?

- A bullet in the back as far as they can see.

You should see Mrs. Farley, prepare her for the worst.

- Mr. Foyle.

- Yeah.

I know you, don't I?

- We have met.

- Yeah, Collier, Inspector, Scotland Yard?

- Chief Inspector now.

- Sergeant Milner.

- How do you do?

- How do you do, sir?

- Caught us in a bad moment, I'm afraid.

We're in the middle of something, just about to leave.

- I'm afraid not, Mr. Foyle.

I'm suspending you from duty, pending investigation under Section 39A of the Defence and Regulations Act.

It's "causing disaffection or influencing public opinion".

- What are you talking about?

- Well, I... Can we not discuss this?

Say somewhere private?

- You can say what you've got to say here.

- You were in London two days ago.

- Yes.

- The offense took place at a public air raid shelter on Whitechapel Road.

- Nowhere near the Whitechapel Road.

- With respect sir, this is ridiculous.

- Yeah, can't this wait?

- No, Mr. Foyle, I'm afraid it can't.

- This is rubbish.

You know it and I know it.

Yes I was in London.

I was there on police business.

But I was not in any public air-raid shelter.

And the suggestion I'd do anything against Defence regulations is ridiculous.

- I want to believe you, but there are witness descriptions, statements, the works.

- Can I see them?

- If I'd had my way we'd have done all this quietly.

A quick investigation, in and out, clear you and be done with it.

But the Assistant Commissioner insisted.

- Rose, is it?

Took over from Summers?

- Yes, he's on secondment to the home office and the Ministry of Home Security and he wants this done by the book.

- Yeah, I bet.

- Confined to Hastings and there's to be no further communication between you and this station until the investigation's completed.

- Right, well there's a dead man and about 500 pounds worth of stolen food out there.

What do you suggest I do about that?

- Well, I'm sure that your sergeant is perfectly capable.

And I know it's a little unorthodox, but I persuaded Rose to let me stand in for the next few days.

So, what's his name, Milner, he can report directly to me.

- A few days?

- As long as it takes.

- [Sam] They can't really arrest Mr. Foyle, can they?

- [Milner] Well they're suspending him from duty while they investigate.

- Spreading sedition in London?

I've never heard anything so ridiculous.

What exactly is sedition?

(solemn music) - A single shot to the back.

- I didn't know it was just a boy.

I warned him.

I said I was going to fire, but he didn't listen.

- Has his mother identified him?

- Yes, sir.

- 19 years of age.

What am I going to tell his father?

All over Europe, young men laying down their lives.

This war.

Matthew gets himself shot in the back for stealing.

Daniel Parker put him up to this.

Matthew was a good boy.

You talk to Parker.

He's the one what ruined my boy.

- Dan?

He's not here, he's at work.

Not in any trouble, is he?

- Can you tell me anything about a friend of his?

Matthew Farley?

- Matthew?

Yes, I met him a couple of times.

Dan's got a room here and Matthew used to come 'round now and then.

A quiet sort of lad.

Never said very much.

- I'd be interested to know why you're talking about him in the past tense Mr. Holmes.

- Because it's been a couple of weeks since I last saw him.

Well that's the past, isn't it?

Why?

Are you saying something's happened to him?

- He's been shot.

- That's bad luck.

- You must do a lot of deliveries.

Is that your bike outside?

- Yes, yes, it is.

- You don't have a van?

- I do have a van.

What I don't have is petrol.

- Dan Parker's at work, you say?

- Brookfield Court.

He left about an hour ago.

- Thank you.

Daniel Parker?

- That's me.

- Sergeant Milner, Hastings Police.

I was here a couple of days ago.

I wanted to speak to you.

- Here I am.

You can speak to me now.

- You know Matthew Farley?

- Uh-huh.

I haven't seen him in a while though, how is he?

- He's dead.

- Is he?

- You don't seem very upset.

- A lot of people are dying these days, you get used to it.

- Why haven't you been called up?

- Flat feet.

How about you?

- When was the last time you saw Matthew?

- A couple of weeks ago.

- That's not what his mother says.

- Then you should speak to his mother.

- I'm talking to you, Parker.

We'll find out where you hid the food you stole and we'll find out who you were with.

And you'll end up in jail doing hard labor.

In fact, it was a Ministry of Food warehouse you broke into so we might even be able to get you hanged.

Think about it.

(suspenseful music) - Dad, what are you doing home?

- Yeah, well...

Some imbecile's got the wrong end of the stick.

I've been suspended from duty.

- What are you meant to have done?

- Seditious behavior in an air-raid shelter, would you believe?

Total rubbish of course.

Anyway, a couple of Scotland Yard officers made a complete cockup of things.

- Are you under house arrest?

- [Foyle] Not exactly.

- Well I saw a constable lurking outside.

- Oh he's still there is he?

- Yeah.

So, it looks like we'll be stuck here together.

- Yeah, sorry about that.

- It's all right.

Glad to have you here.

- Oh, really?

Well I heard about your meeting with Sam.

- Yes, well, if you don't mind my saying, Dad, it was presumptuous of you to set that up.

- Presumptuous?

All I did was ask her to get you out of the house 'cause I thought the change would do you good.

She drives, I don't.

Tea was her idea.

- I don't need anyone's pity.

- Well that's abundantly clear.

Anyway, I thought it was very nice of her and now she's really upset.

And god knows I know what you've been through, and how you're feeling at the moment, but it's absolutely no excuse for being thoroughly boorish and totally bloody rude, frankly.

- What?

I didn't mean to upset her.

Was she really-- - [Foyle] Yes, she really was.

- Well, I'm sorry.

Maybe I wasn't thinking straight.

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

- It's a very thorough report, Sergeant Milner.

- Thank you, sir.

I think we should arrest Holmes and Parker.

- Well I'm not sure you've got enough evidence for that.

- The bullet that killed Matthew Farley was from a Lee-Enfield, which is what the Home Guard were carrying.

And we believe that he shouted out, "Dan" when he was shot.

- Dan, as in Dan Parker?

- Yes.

- It could have been, "Damn."

It could have been an oath.

Sorry, Sergeant.

It's very intuitive.

I don't think it's enough.

Right, it's late.

I'm going back to my hotel.

Care for a drink?

- Yes.

- It's so quiet down here.

Very different.

- To London?

- Well, the Germans come night after night and there are whole areas.

You wouldn't believe the damage.

Of course they targeted the docks, but they've also hit the Zoo, the Tower of London, Madame Tussauds.

We had bits of waxwork all over Baker Street.

The BBC a couple of times.

Last week it was the Natural History Museum.

You never know what's going to be next.

But I'll tell you the interesting thing, doesn't matter what they throw at us, people are still up for work the next morning.

Climbing over the rubble if need be.

- Do you have family in London, sir?

- No.

You were in the army?

- Yes.

Norway.

- You know, I sometimes think the worst thing about this war is that it's never really going to be over.

Because even when the fighting stops, people won't be the same.

How can we go through all this killing and destruction and not come out of it different?

How can we pretend we haven't changed?

- This is very kind of you, sir.

- No, I appreciate your joining me.

I'm well aware this situation can't be easy for you.

Cheers.

- Cheers.

You don't really believe that Mr. Foyle is guilty of the charges, do you, sir?

- No I don't want to believe it, of course not.

- He wouldn't say anything out of line.

- Your loyalty does you credit.

But you can't know because you weren't there.

- I know him.

- War does different things to different people.

Now, tell me about Brookfield Court.

- Sir?

- Well the body was found more or less in the grounds, it's near the depot where the food was stolen, Dan Parker works there and you made an inquiry about one of the guests.

A London county councillor, Frank Vaudrey.

- Yes, one of the other guests was suspicious about him.

- Well, that...

It seems to me, Brookfield Court should be right at the heart of your investigation.

Why don't we pay it a visit tomorrow?

Take a look around.

- Yes, sir.

- Good.

- Vaudrey!

Have you been in my room?

- What are you talking about?

- Well I'm talking about a gold cigarette case which I left on my dresser last night and it's not there now.

- Blake, darling!

- You were the last one down to breakfast.

- I think you should be careful what you're saying.

- Cuff links, money, and now the cigarette case, mm?

This only started after you arrived.

- Mr. Hardiman, I know what sort of man you are and I know what sort of business you and your friend Mr. Joseph are in.

And I know about your little game too.

- What do you mean?!

- I suppose it was you who called the police?

- What?

- Maybe I should talk to them first.

Maybe I will.

- When did you decide to turn your home into a guesthouse, Mrs. Powell?

- About two months ago.

It was just after Dunkirk, Mr. Collier.

I read that other country homes had been put to such use.

- Funk holes.

- It was a financial necessity.

It was not something we would have chosen to do.

- Was it just you and your husband here?

- We have a son.

- In the Forces?

- In North Africa.

- He wasn't conscripted, he joined up.

We're very proud of him.

- [Collier] And I understand you have six guests here at present.

- [Mrs. Powell] A Mr. and Mrs. Joseph, Mr. and Mrs. Hardiman, Miss Reece and Mr. Vaudrey.

- Vaudrey's the most recent?

- Yes, he's been here for a couple of weeks.

- Who buys the food for the house?

- I do.

- You go into the village, presumably.

There's a grocer's shop run by a man called Leonard Holmes.

Is that right, Mrs. Powell?

- Yes, I have all the guests' ration cards.

We pool the supplies.

- Do you ever buy under the counter?

- Certainly not!

- That's an outrageous suggestion, Mr. Collier.

- Oh I don't think so.

Unlawful trading's rife in London.

I don't see why it should be any different down here.

- Well I've never been offered or bought anything under the counter, as you put it, Chief Inspector.

But you are more than welcome to search the entire house if you wish.

- Thank you, Mrs. Powell.

It's exactly what I intend to do.

(perky music) - You have no right to do this.

Right, I want to speak to your superior officer.

- It's horse meat for Mrs. Hardiman's dog.

It's sprayed green before it's sold to show it's not fit for human consumption.

- Where's the writer woman, Miss Reece?

- She may be in the summerhouse, that's where she works.

- You are?

- Vaudrey.

Frank Vaudrey.

Look, why are you searching the house?

- We're looking for misappropriated food, Mr. Vaudrey.

I wonder if you'd know anything about that?

- Certainly not.

- I believe that you're the most recent arrival here.

From London.

- [Vaudrey] Yes.

- London address?

- 13 Goddard Road in the City.

- Do you have your ration books?

- No, I gave them to Mrs. Powell.

- How long do you plan to stay here?

- I haven't decided.

- That's very good.

Thank you.

- [Narrator] Sir!

- Can you explain how these came to be concealed in your bedroom?

- They weren't concealed.

They were just in the cupboard.

They're Charlie's.

- Your dog?

- Yes.

- I'm sorry.

You're feeding ham, tinned ham to your dog?

Where did you get it?

- We brought it down with us from London.

- I think you're lying.

I think you bought it from a man called Leonard Holmes.

- How dare you!

- I'm doing my job Mr. Hardiman and you're obstructing me.

Maybe I should arrest you.

Maybe I will.

Did you find anything else?

- No, sir.

- Well, look again.

- Sir.

(perky music) - Has he found anything yet?

- I don't think so.

- Not how Mr. Foyle would have done it.

- Sam.

Anything upstairs, sir?

- No.

Nothing.

- Bad luck, sir.

It seems the whole thing's been a bit of a disaster.

- Is that what you think, Miss... - Stewart.

- Stewart, that's it.

Yes, that's what you think.

Well, you are probably right.

Why are you wearing that uniform?

- This one, sir?

- You've got it.

- Well, I'm part of the MTC.

- Mechanized Transport Corps.

Oh, so you're not a police driver?

- No, not exactly.

I was transferred to drive Mr. Foyle.

- It's highly irregular, isn't it?

- Well, it is the war, sir.

- So, where were you before then?

- I was posted in Hastings.

Had a frightful area officer.

Name of Bradley.

Quite honestly, I was pleased to get out.

- Well I'm afraid I'm going to send you back again.

- What?

- It's nothing personal Miss Stewart, but you see, I don't need a driver.

Certainly not one from outside the police force.

- But I-- - I'm relieving you of your duties as of now.

You can drive us back to the station, of course.

And then I'll arrange for your return to the MTC.

(solemn music) That's all.

- [Narrator] I can't say I was expecting to see you again, Stewart!

- [Sam] I wasn't expecting to be back ma'am.

- I didn't give you permission to speak.

You always were a loose cannon, Stewart.

I can't say I was sorry when you were transferred.

In fact, you were the most insubordinate woman under my command and I can't imagine that your brief sojourn with the police will have made much difference.

So, they've decided they can get along without you?

- I'm sure this is temporary, ma'am.

The officer I was in charge of driving Mr. Foyle-- - I'm your commanding officer now.

And this time I'll be the one who decides who stays and who leaves.

I hope, at least, you haven't forgotten your basic training.

- I'm sure I haven't forgotten all of it, ma'am.

(perky music) - Mr. Foyle.

- [Foyle] Mr. Collier.

- Mind if I come in?

- Well I do, rather.

- Then, perhaps you'd like to come out?

- Because?

- I thought we should talk.

I'm trying to be pleasant, Mr. Foyle.

The doorman at Saint Paul's hotel remembers you leaving at seven o'clock.

That's an hour before the air raid began.

- The doorman's wrong.

- He clearly identified you.

- Well he's either mistaken or he's making a false statement.

- You're suggesting what, somebody's got it in for you?

- It crossed my mind.

- Rose?

- Well I wouldn't describe Rose and myself as close, exactly.

He's a friend of Summers and Summers was sacked because of me.

- It wasn't Rose who came to me.

I went to Rose.

I'm afraid I started all this.

- Oh well, thanks very much - What was I supposed to do?

I had the witness statements.

A report of a man of your description talking about the end of the war, German victory, all the rest of it.

- But you know it wasn't me.

- I don't know it, but I want to believe it.

Just, give me time.

I'm doing what I can.

- Let me look at the case notes.

- You know I can't do that.

(loud bells) I seem to remember you have a son.

RAF.

- Yes.

- Susannah and I never had children.

She was always sorry about it.

I'm glad.

Too many children being killed in this war.

He's a bomber pilot, isn't he?

- Spitfire.

- I sometimes wonder how they can do it, these German pilots.

They're so young.

They come here, they fly over London, press a button, kill so many people indiscriminately.

What kind of a world are we coming to?

- Are you trying to tell me something?

- If it was you in that shelter, if you did speak out against it, I understand.

I'm with you.

- Well, thank you, but I didn't.

(perky music) - [Sam] Ugh!

- [Andrew] Sam.

- Oh, hello.

- I went to look for you at the station.

Sergeant Milner said I'd find you here.

- Yes.

A sort of sideways promotion.

What do you want?

- I want to apologize.

I behaved badly the last time we met.

- That's all right.

- No, it isn't.

You were very kind to me and I behaved like an absolute pig.

- A pig, or a prig?

- Well, both.

How did you end up in this dump?

- It's a long story.

- Listen, I don't suppose I could make it up to you, could I?

A flick tonight?

They're showing Gone With The Wind.

Although you've probably already seen it.

- Actually, I never did.

- Well what time do you finish here?

- I've no idea.

Presumably when here finishes with me.

- Well, how about the six o'clock showing?

- All right.

- Thanks, Sam.

(ominous music) - [Mr. Powell] What is it you're not telling me?

- What?

- You think just because I can't see I don't know when you're lying to me.

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

- The other day when I came into the kitchen you said there was no one was there, but there was.

I could sense it.

- I don't know, I don't remember.

Parker, maybe.

- Not Parker!

Parker smells like a rat.

Someone else.

I sit here and I wait for you, and sometimes I think if you ever left me, if you ever went away, that's all I would ever do.

Sit and wait.

- I'd never do anything to hurt you.

- Then why don't you tell me?

(loud ringing) - Hailsham 2378.

Good morning.

Will you hold on a moment, please?

Mr. Vaudrey, there's a telephone call for you.

- For me?

- Yes.

- [Vaudrey] Who is it?

- They didn't say.

- This is Frank Vaudrey speaking.

- "I was on duty when the bombs fell.

"I felt the whole street rise and fall "with the shrapnel dancing off the cobbles.

"Come on, Amanda," Eliza said.

"And without another thought the two of us were off, "stirring the ambulance through the swirling smoke."

You claim to be an ambulance driver in London, but you're not even anywhere near.

- I don't claim to be anything, Sergeant Milner.

I think you're missing the point.

- I'm only reading what you wrote in the summerhouse at Brookfield Court.

- And you smell the whiff of hypocrisy.

Please, spare me your blushes.

I'm giving my readers what they want.

Heroism and self-sacrifice during the worst of the Blitz.

It doesn't mean I have to experience it, any more than Victor Hugo had to climb up and ring the bells of Notre Dame or dear Agatha Christie has to go out and commit murder.

- How long have you been staying there?

- Two rather miserable months and I'm beginning to think I prefer the Blitz.

- You know that we're investigating the discovery of a body?

- Yes.

Oh, I'd love to write about it, but I can't, because officially I'm not here.

I'm in London.

There is a certain irony in that, I suppose.

Hoisted by my own petard.

- And what could you tell me about Brookfield Court?

- What could you want to know?

- Well, we believe the death may be connected to the theft of food.

- Ah!

Misappropriated food.

Well if I were you I'd start with Mrs. Powell.

A decidedly untrustworthy person.

- And what makes you say that?

- Well, what do you call a woman with an invalided husband, a blind husband, who is conducting an affair with a man half her age under his very nose?

- Charlie.

Daniel, have you seen Mrs. Hardiman's dog?

- Well he's not in here, Mrs. Powell.

- Obviously not.

He slipped out this morning and she's in a terrible state.

- Well I've been in here.

I haven't seen him.

- Charlie!

You haven't seen him, Mrs. Powell?

- No I haven't Mrs. Hardiman.

Have you tried the summerhouse?

- No, he wouldn't go down there on his own.

- I'll have a look.

- Come on, Charlie!

- The wife.

- [Mrs. Hardiman] Charlie!

- Did you know, she worries more about that hound than she does about me.

(loud laughter) Seriously.

Listen, I've been meaning to ask you actually... - Mr. Vaudrey!

Mr Vaudrey!

What's happened?!

- oolton.

- What?

- Woolton should've stopped them.

- Mr. Vaudrey.

(solemn music) - [Narrator] Would you wait a moment, please?

- [Narrator] Sir.

- Just put him down for a moment, will you?

- What do you think happened here Milner?

- I say he was poisoned, sir.

- Was poisoned or took poison, let's not jump to any conclusions.

- Cyanide, perhaps.

Smell of almonds and there's a discoloration of the lips.

And it looks as if someone's hit him.

- It is possible.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Or he's sitting there, he takes pills or something and then he pitches forward and hits his head on the ground.

- It's unusual to find a suicide without a note.

- We haven't looked yet, have we?

- I thought he must be ill.

He seemed to have fallen.

- Quite.

I'm sure all this must be very distressing for you, Mrs. Powell.

We do need to know if he was able to say anything.

- He did speak, yes.

- And?

- "Woolton "should've stopped them."

That's all he said.

- Woolton?

- Lord Woolton?

- Yes.

Well, that would make sense.

A theft of food in the area, the house is being searched.

Vaudrey must have been involved in some way.

- But why would he talk about Lord Woolton?

- He's Food Minister.

- Yes, I know that, sir, but-- - Vaudrey had only been here a couple of weeks.

He never spoke to anyone.

He just sat in the hall building his damn card houses.

I didn't think he was involved in anything.

- Well he certainly was very solitary.

There was one thing.

He took a telephone call.

- When was that?

- This morning.

I was very surprised.

Nobody had called him before.

- Who took the call?

- I did.

It was a man's voice.

I can't tell you anything else.

He asked for Vaudrey, I gave him the receiver.

I don't know what they said.

- Miss Reece uses the summerhouse to write, how often is she there?

- Most days.

Sometimes most of the day.

- Did Vaudrey ever go there?

- I don't think so.

- What are you getting at Milner?

- Well, sir, if he committed suicide, why did he choose the summerhouse?

- We suspect that Mr. Vaudrey may have taken cyanide.

- Cyanide?

- Does that mean something to you?

- I think you better speak to Mr. Hardiman.

- It's gone.

- The pill was-- - It was a suicide pill.

We heard this rumor that um... Well, Harold Nicholson at the MOI and his wife have them in case of German invasion.

So I had one too.

- And it was in a box, was it, or?

- Oh, absolutely.

Danger, poisons, skull and crossbones.

I don't see how anyone could have taken it accidentally.

- It may not have been taken accidentally sir.

It might have been stolen.

- Who knew about the pill, sir?

- Nobody.

I didn't tell anybody.

- Well, Mrs Powell.

- Yes, I might have mentioned it to Mrs Powell.

- We've had lots of thefts.

Blake lost-- - The cuff links-- - A cigarette case and money.

- While you've been staying here?

- Yeah, well it happened pretty much the same time Vaudrey arrived actually.

We had quite a set-to about it, didn't we?

I mean, that's why I spoke to you.

- Mrs. Hardiman, do you realize we may now be investigating a murder?

Is there anything else you'd like to tell us about the tins we found here in your room?

- Yes.

I'm very sorry, Sergeant Milner, I'm afraid I lied to you.

But nobody cares about the animals in this war.

Thousands of dogs have been put down since it began.

There are mass graves.

80,000 dead animals buried in secret and thousands more have been left to starve.

They've made it illegal now to give milk to dogs and tinned food is even harder to find than real meat.

- Who did you buy your dog food from, Mrs. Hardiman?

- He left them near the summerhouse.

That's why with Mr. Vaudrey I have to tell you.

- Who?

- Leonard Holmes.

- Mrs. Hardiman has admitted that you've been providing her with a wide range of illegal food supplies.

- A few tins of ham?

I was helping her.

At three times the regulated price?

- She came to me.

- You make me sick.

Physically sick.

Have you any idea what's happening out there?

People are hurt, people are dying.

People are losing everything that matters to them.

And a rat, like you... All you can think about is profit.

- It was just for a dog.

- It doesn't make any difference!

Where did you get it?

And where's the rest of it?

- This is your last chance, Parker!

You were involved in the break-in at Hailsham.

- Says who?

- Vaudrey knew about you and Holmes didn't he?

And now he's dead.

- He's nothing to do with it.

- Really?

We don't know that.

Did you kill him?

- No.

- Two people are dead.

Frank Vaudrey and Matthew Farley.

If that isn't enough, we found these in your room.

Now, I think it's about time you talked.

- [Sam] I did enjoy it.

- You cried the whole way through the second half.

- I know.

My make-up must look dreadful.

- You look fine.

So, did you bring the car?

Oh, I'm sorry.

- I wonder why Mr. Collier would do that to me?

Just because he didn't need me and just because I criticized him.

Mrs. Bradley's a dragon of the worst sort.

Your father better come and rescue me soon, that's all I can say.

- I'll walk you home.

Poor Dad.

He hates being stuck at home.

- [Sam] What about you, how's the arm?

- [Andrew] It feels better already.

It'll be a few days before I can fly again, though.

- It's a good thing, isn't it?

- Yes, I suppose.

- Aren't you frightened?

- Sometimes.

Maybe my luck's running out.

I've had two close shaves now.

Last time I really thought it was all over.

- It must have been horrible.

I can't help thinking about things I'll miss out on.

Getting married, having children, Dad's cooking.

- Your father worries about you.

He'd never say as much but I can tell.

- It was bad enough for him losing Mum.

- How old were you when she died?

- Eight.

He never talks about her.

I think they were very happy.

He misses her.

So do I.

It's a bloody awful world, isn't it, Sam?

Hitler, the Nazis.

Sometimes I wonder if this will ever end.

- You shouldn't talk like this, it'll spoil the evening.

- Yes, you're right.

What did Scarlett O'Hara say?

"Tomorrow's another day."

- You'll get through it all right.

I know you will.

- I hope so.

Anyway, I've really enjoyed this evening.

- Me too.

Thanks for inviting me.

- Thanks for coming.

Sam.

- Yes.

- Would you mind if I kissed you?

- No.

(loud knocking) - Milner!

- I hope you don't mind me calling, sir.

- Well of course not.

Have you been seen?

- Yes, I think so.

- You're in big trouble with Collier then, come in.

Good to see you.

- Thank you, sir.

How are you?

- Well, how do you think?

Sit down.

- No, I won't stay, thank you, sir.

I just thought I'd let you know that I managed to get a full confession out of Daniel Parker and we recovered the Hailsham food supplies.

- Good.

- Leonard Holmes was selling them to a network of customers.

Anyone willing to pay over the odds.

But the only customer he had at Brookfield Court was Mrs. Hardiman and her dog.

- Not Vaudrey?

- No, sir.

He wasn't buying food.

But he might have known something about it.

There is one thing that puzzles me.

His last words were, "Woolton should've stopped them."

- Lord Woolton, Minister of Food.

- Yes.

- Yeah odd.

Local crime, nothing to do with politics as far as we can see.

Sure it wasn't suicide?

- Well, he definitely took poison, but there are three inconsistencies.

- Did he leave a note?

- Four inconsistencies.

We don't know how he found out about Hardiman's pills.

Apart from Mrs. Powell, nobody else knew.

The medical officer can't be sure that the bruising to the face happened when he fell.

But most importantly, if Vaudrey committed suicide or even if he was murdered, why the summerhouse?

Everybody knew that the writer, Amanda Reece worked there almost all the time.

- Where was Vaudrey before he came here?

- He lived at Goddard Road, near St. Paul's in London.

- Right.

- One last thing, sir.

I thought you might like these.

I happened upon Collier's case notes about you.

I copied as much as I could.

- Do you know, there are going to be two of us suspended at this rate Milner?

- I'll be happy to join you, sir.

- Thank you.

- I'll let myself out.

- If the writer wasn't writing away in the summerhouse, where was she?

- She was with me, sir, at the station.

I was interviewing her.

- Rules her out, then.

- There you are.

My cheque.

- Thank you, Miss Reece.

I'm sorry you've decided to leave us.

- I'm afraid I'm not, Mrs. Powell.

I can't work here with all this disruption.

There's a hotel in Shropshire that has a room available.

- I'm sure it will be quieter there.

- I hope so.

You know, if I may say so, there is an atmosphere in this house.

I noticed it the moment I came here.

- You may be right, Miss Reece, but it's not the house.

It's the people in it.

(slow paced music) - Still there?

- Mm-hmm.

- How are we going to do this?

- Why do you have to go to London, anyway?

- I'll tell you later.

- Hey, why don't you use my room?

Out the window, down the tree and into the next garden.

- I beg your pardon?

- Well how do you think I used to bunk off when I was meant to be doing homework?

- Yeah, but you were how old?

- Aren't you up to it?

- I see.

Your room.

- [Collier] You went to see DCS Foyle.

- Yes, sir.

- Even though I expressly forbade him to have any further contact with this station or vice versa?

- I'm sorry, sir.

- Are you?

I have to say Milner, I'm disappointed by your lack of faith.

I assume you kept him informed of progress at Brookfield Court?

- Yes, sir.

- And you must realize that I wouldn't be acting out of my authority if I were to strip you of your rank and recommend your immediate transfer.

No you've, you've really disappointed me.

Now, I admire loyalty, but for the moment I'm your commanding officer and I might have expected just a little of that loyalty to rub off on me.

Do you think I've treated Mr. Foyle unfairly?

- I don't think he should have been suspended from duty.

- It wasn't my decision.

That was the Assistant Commissioner.

And if I reported you to him now, you'd be out of here by the end of the week.

As it is, I'm the one who's leaving.

- Are the charges against Mr. Foyle being dropped?

- No.

The investigation's going to continue in London.

- What about the murder at Brookfield Court?

- There was no murder.

Vaudrey took his own life.

I think I can leave it to you to find out why.

(slow paced music) - [Narrator] It's madness.

It's madness.

- [Narrator] He's talking sedition.

- [Foyle] Excuse me, Mrs. Simms?

- That's me.

- [Foyle] Can I have a word?

- I don't know you, do I?

- [Foyle] No, I'm a police officer.

- Oh.

- Dolly?

- [Dolly] Yes.

- Can you take over for me?

- [Dolly] Right you are.

- You're not local, are you?

- No, I'm not.

- I can tell.

- I understand um, you were in a shelter?

- Oh, not that again.

Look, I've already told your lot everything I know.

I thought that would be the end of it.

He didn't mean anything by it, poor old sod.

After what he'd been through, it's not surprising he shot his mouth off.

You should leave him alone.

- So you knew him?

- Of course I know him.

We all know each other 'round here.

And his name is?

- Fowler.

Colin Fowler.

- Fowler.

- Yeah.

- Not Foyle?

- No.

You're not going to bother him any more, are you?

- What did you mean?

What had he been through?

- In the school.

Over in West Ham.

(solemn music) - It's the authorities, they don't really know what they're doing.

They didn't know what to expect.

They tell me nearly half the houses in Stepney have been damaged or destroyed.

What are they going to do with all those people?

Public Assistance Committees, they're useless.

There aren't enough feeding stations, it's all a mess.

- [Foyle] What about the school?

- We were put in there.

Me, my wife, my two boys.

There was hundreds of us in there.

Too many.

They said it would only be for a while, till the coaches arrived.

Three nights we were there.

There's no blankets, nowhere to wash, nowhere to sit down.

Do you know what they had for toilets?

Buckets and coal scuttles and there weren't even enough of them.

They kept us penned in there like animals.

Coaches never did turn up, but Jerry did.

On the third night we were bombed.

And the next day, the...

There's bodies everywhere.

I've never seen so many bodies.

I never found my wife, but I found my two sons.

They were lying together, holding hands.

It turns out we'd been forgotten.

Somebody mislaid the paperwork, I don't know.

And now I'm on my own.

Not going to lock me up, then?

- No, I don't think you'll be troubled any more, Mr. Fowler.

- It don't make any difference to me.

Not any more.

There's Bevin up again.

Bloody useless!

They all are.

- I'd no idea you were coming here, Foyle.

Now I don't like having you barge into my office unannounced.

- Well if I'd told you I was coming you wouldn't have seen me.

- I shouldn't even be talking to you.

Not while you're still under investigation.

- Well, it's not me you should be investigating.

Someone's decided to mistake me for a Colin Fowler, the person you should be looking into, because they've decided for whatever reason that our names are similar and that he's a policeman.

- Colin Fowler?

- Whereas the only thing we have in common is our initials.

He once spent a year in the Police Auxiliary Messenger Service, but he's not a policeman, he's a joiner by trade.

And for what it's worth, he's no more guilty than I am.

- Have you seen the man?

- Yes of course.

I'd rather like to know which idiot suspended me?

- Actually Foyle, the decision was mine.

- Well, what a surprise.

And Collier?

- Well he was trying to help.

Out of respect for you he decided to handle the case personally.

Now what is all this?

You're not the only fish in the sea Foyle.

Plenty of other things on my desk.

- Well there's a murder inquiry on mine.

I'm just trying to find out why I was taken off in the middle of it.

- Murder?

Collier said the chap committed suicide.

- Collier's wrong.

- So that's why you're here, to complain about Collier?

- No.

I'm here for information regarding a West Ham school that was bombed two months ago.

(solemn music) - Mrs. Powell, when I interviewed Miss Reece, she made certain allegations about you.

- Yes.

- She said you were involved in an improper relationship with your gardener.

- She said I was having an affair?

- [Milner] Those were the words she used, yes.

- That's a lie.

I don't believe it for a minute.

- I don't believe it either sir, but I do believe your wife may have been deceiving you.

Is there anything you'd like to say?

- No.

I've nothing to say.

- Peter?

Is that you?

- Yes, Dad.

I'm sorry.

- Why?

- How did you find out sergeant?

- Well, he knows nothing about gardening, for a start.

You said he was serving overseas, yet there isn't a single photograph of him anywhere.

Plenty of you and your husband but none of him.

- No, I hid the photographs in case someone saw him and recognized him.

- Wendy you knew about this?

- I couldn't tell you my dear, I knew you'd want to send him back.

- No, it wasn't Mum's fault.

I'm sorry.

I deserted.

I left my unit just before we were due to embark for overseas.

The first thing she knew about it was when I arrived here.

- You deserted?!

- I'd had enough.

I couldn't take it any more.

You don't understand.

- Of course I understand.

You didn't want to end up like me.

- What are you going to do?

- Going absent without leave and deserting are treated in two different ways.

If your son returns to his unit and gives himself up voluntarily, he'll be treated more leniently.

- He'll be there.

I promise you.

(solemn music) Peter.

- I'm sorry.

(solemn music) - [Mrs. Hardiman] Bedtime Charlie.

(loud grunt) - You're not going to get into any trouble are you?

Bunking off and meeting me?

- I couldn't be in any more trouble than I already am.

Mrs. Bradley's got me fixing her car.

An old beast of a thing.

- Mrs. Bradley or the car?

- I don't know for how much longer I can stick it.

Maybe I should pack it all in and move back home to Dad.

- Don't do that.

I'm sure my father will work things out.

You know he was in London?

He sneaked out.

Climbed a tree.

I don't think I've ever seen anything quite so bizarre.

Dad in his best suit and hat, swinging down into next door's garden.

- Did he find anything out?

- He didn't say.

- He never does.

- God, I love it here.

How could I ever leave here, with the English sky so blue?

Can I turn from the trees as they bend in the breeze, or forsake the evening dew?

- That's nice.

- I just made it up.

- A poet.

- Killing time in the dispersal hut.

- You're going back, aren't you?

- It seems they can't manage without me.

- You can't fly.

- [Andrew] The arm's healing.

- Maybe I should break the other one.

- Just keep your spanner away from me huh?

- I'm going to worry about you now, the whole time.

- You said I would come through all right.

You were sure of it.

- That was before.

- I didn't think you liked me.

- I can see it now.

I'll be the one sitting at home, listening to the wireless, writing you letters every day.

I'll probably go gray.

- Sam, I'm not going to be very far away.

- I hate this stupid war.

I wish Hitler would just drown.

- There is something I wanted to say.

- About your father?

- Well, you know how he is.

He likes to keep everything in separate boxes.

- I'm sure he'd pack me off to Lyminster the moment he found out.

You will take care of yourself Andrew?

Promise me.

- I promise.

- Morning Milner.

- [Milner] Sir, good morning.

- Where's Sam?

- Transferred, sir.

Collier sent her back to the MTC.

- Right.

Telephone Andrew, would you, get him over here.

- Yes, sir.

- [Foyle] Morning.

- Morning Mr. Foyle.

I imagine you'd like your desk back.

- Well, there's no rush.

- The Assistant Commissioner telephoned me this morning.

I just want to say I'm delighted that the allegations proved to be groundless and I'm going to be reviewing this whole business as soon as I get back to London.

- That's very kind of you, thank you.

- Now I was just finishing my case notes on Frank Vaudrey.

- And what's the conclusion?

- Well he was clearly implicated in the illegal distribution of food supplies.

Quite why he killed himself is still a matter of conjecture.

I mean I've made some suggestions which I'm sure you'll follow up.

But we may never know.

- Sure it was suicide?

- Oh, I think so, yes.

- I'm not.

- Yes, well, I'm aware that Sergeant Milner's been keeping you informed but even so, I'd be surprised you could come to any conclusions without even visiting Brookfield Court.

- Well I came to whatever conclusions were necessary in London.

- London?

- Where all this sort of began with the request that Milner put in to Scotland Yard for information about Vaudrey because one of the hotel guests was suspicious about him pilfering.

Which in fact turned out to be Daniel Parker, though Milner didn't know that at the time.

His request went up to Scotland Yard where, I think, it was you who came across it.

- That's right, I did.

- Vaudrey not being the most common of names, you, not unreasonably, concluded it was the same Frank Vaudrey you were looking for.

- And why would I be looking for him?

- Because he was the London councillor who left 200 homeless people sheltering in a school with inadequate provisions.

He failed to get them to safety and as a result, more than 100 of them died in an air raid, which, destroyed the building.

Among the dead were two voluntary workers from the WVS.

Rosemary and Susan Collier.

Who were your-- - Mother and sister.

- So, you knew where he was.

You knew exactly what you wanted to do to him.

Colin Fowler you knew was another of the victims of the bombing.

He lost his wife and two sons.

You very effectively used the tenuous similarity of our names and a suggestion that he'd been in the police to accuse me of sedition.

And in the huge distraction that you created, you took my place, you walked into Brookfield Court.

You found the suicide pill as you were searching the Hardimans' bathroom.

And you arranged for Milner to interview Amanda Reece at the station to be sure there'd be no one was in the summerhouse.

I don't really need to go on, do I?

- Not really.

I came down here to kill Vaudrey.

It's exactly what I did.

- It wasn't my fault!

You don't understand.

It was all so muddled.

All the paperwork, the regional committee, the wardens, the ARP-- - It was your responsibility.

- I didn't mean to leave them there.

It was the pressure of work.

- You let them die.

And then you just left.

You dumped your work and you slithered away and you came down here to hide.

- I'm not well.

My nerves are shot to pieces.

I don't sleep.

You don't know how I feel.

- How you feel?

My mother and my sister were in that school.

They're dead.

And you want me to worry about how you feel?

- Look, I said I'm sorry.

I said I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

What more do you want me to do?!

- Yes.

Yes.

That's what we're here for, isn't it?

I'll tell you what I want you to do.

(faint clanking) It's a cyanide pill.

- What?

- I want you to kill yourself.

Swallow the pill or I'll shoot you.

- No.

You wouldn't.

(loud thud) (loud scream) - Now, I'm offering you a choice Mr. Vaudrey.

You can take the pill and go quietly, or I'll shoot you in the legs, and the arms, and the stomach, and you'll lie here and writhe in pain you cannot imagine.

Believe me, I'm a police officer, I've seen it.

I'll sit here and watch you die in agony or you can go to sleep.

(faint clanking) Which is it to be?

He took the poison, of course.

But it didn't kill him as quickly as I'd hoped.

It was amazing really he was alive when they found him.

- Mr. Vaudrey!

What's happened?

- Woolton should've stopped them.

- Woolton.

Do you know what he meant?

- Fowler called a barrage balloon in London Bevin, the Minister of Labour.

It seems London has named barrage balloons in different areas after politicians.

It may be of some comfort to you that he died expressing some sort of remorse.

Woolton was the name of the barrage balloon near the school.

And of course it should've prevented the bombing by forcing the Germans to fly higher or go another way.

- It didn't.

My mother, my sister... All the others.

- Yeah, I'm sorry.

Terrible tragedy.

But no justification for the course of action you've taken.

- Well I have no regrets at all Mr. Foyle.

I lost my entire family.

So stupidly.

So unnecessarily.

And all because one man forgot to sign a piece of paper.

That's what I've said from the start.

War does different things to different people.

Look what it's done to me.

(loud clanking) - Ready yet, Stewart?

- It'll be a few minutes yet, ma'am.

- I need it now.

- [Foyle] Sam!

- Good morning, sir.

- What on earth are you doing here?

Gross dereliction of duty.

- It wasn't my idea, sir.

- I know.

You don't want to be here.

- Certainly not.

- I've got a car outside that needs a driver.

You're being transferred, come on.

(perky music) - Stewart!

Where the devil is she going?!

(loud explosion) (faint clanking) (upbeat music)