(bombs exploding) (airplane engines droning) (bombs whistling and exploding) (guns firing) (airplane engines droning) (bombs exploding) (speaking in a foreign language) (guns firing) (speaking in a foreign language) (guns firing) (airplane exploding) - Ah!

(speaking in a foreign language) (airplane engines droning) (dramatic music) ("Foyle's War Theme") (birds chirping) (water babbling) (soft, dramatic music) (horse whinnying) - Walk on.

Whoa.

Whoa, boys, that's it.

Good boys.

(cow mooing) (muffled speaking) - [Joan] Come on, come on.

Good girls, that's it.

- [Samantha] Hard to believe it's spring, sir, what with the air raids.

- Plane crashes, road blocks.

How many have we been through?

- [Paul] Six, sir.

- Bombs last night, and lambs are being born this morning.

- Spring.

And the smell of cordite in the air.

- Doesn't make any sense, does it, sir?

- I agree.

(dramatic music) - Much appreciated, Chief Superintendent.

We're stretched pretty thin.

Three of their planes down, well, if we counted, and one of ours.

No, no, I shouldn't look, miss.

The chute didn't open.

He's a bit of a mess.

- Has that been cut?

- Looks like it.

- Eh, two more of them landed safely across the valley, there.

We found the chutes, but the Jerries had hopped it.

The dogs picked up their scent.

Now, it seems they were heading that way.

- [Paul] Back towards the plane?

- Well, Yes.

Yes, looks like it.

- We should take a look.

(dramatic music) - [Hugh] All right?

(women gasping) (women laughing) - God bless America, eh?

- We paid for it.

Yanks are making money hand over fist from this war just like anyone else.

- Why do you have to be so rude?

- Why do you have to stay here and not in the hostel like the other women?

- Because the Land Army billeted me.

Rose and Joan stay here.

- We have cows to milk at five in the mornin'.

- Yeah, do you want to help us?

(women laughing) - How the hell did you pull that one off?

I put in for one of them 14 months ago.

- Yeah, but you won't need one if they took away your farm.

- If you and you pals on the committee even consider threatenin' me and my farm, if you even set foot on it, I'll blow your bloody heads off.

- You step out of my yard, Curling.

(people shouting) (punches smacking) - All right, give it on.

Get off him.

(people shouting) - All right, get out of it!

Get off my land, boy!

(somber music) - A Dornier, I'd say, sir, from the tail.

Three crew.

One of them's still in there.

I managed to fish out some bits and pieces.

- Three crew?

- Yes, sir.

- I don't understand why the two that landed safely would be heading back to this.

I'd make for the coast, wouldn't you?

- That would make sense.

- We should take a look for them.

Would you come?

(moves into dramatic music) (man groans) (speaking in a foreign language) - [Joan] Tom's home day after tomorrow.

- That's of no interest to you.

You think you're going to snare my boy?

- [Joan] Yeah, why shouldn't I?

- You shan't get my boy, and you shan't get the farm.

- Well, I've worked hard to make it all-- - If you don't like it, you can always go back to London, Joanie.

(men gasping) - Sir, through there.

- My back's killing me.

I'll leave you with lover boy.

(muffled speaking) - I know, but-- Don't make a scene.

- For God's sake, Rose, oh.

(guns firing) (dramatic music) - [Man] Halt!

(gun firing) - That's all.

He's not armed.

(speaking in a foreign language) - The parachute has nearly broke my arm.

- You both speak English?

- Yes, it is normal.

- The other airman who jumped with you didn't make it, I'm afraid.

The cord to his parachute seemed to have been cut for some reason.

(speaking in a foreign language) What are your names?

- Oberleutnant Schimmel - And yours?

- Sabartovski.

- Right.

The plane you arrived in needs only a crew of three, it seems, yet there were four of you.

One dead on the plane, one in the valley, and you two.

I was wondering if you'd-- - Right.

(speaking in a foreign language) - Private Jackson, stop that.

Treat them with the respect they deserve.

Major Cornwall, Prisoner of War Interrogation Service.

You're very welcome, gentlemen.

Private Jackson.

- If you wouldn't mind.

- Can I have a word?

- Yes, of course.

- Having spoken to these two, not everything's quite as it should be.

- Well, thank you for the tip-off.

- Uh, Major, the point of it-- - We're very grateful for your help, but we would really prefer, as a general rule, if people didn't speak to enemy prisoners and left it up to us.

We are the experts.

We run a very sophisticated show.

Amateur sleuthing is, of course, understandable, but unhelpful.

- Right.

- [Cornwall] Thank you.

(airplane engines droning) (bombs exploding) (gun firing) (dramatic music) (gun firing) (sighing) (gun firing) - Oh, God.

(gun firing) - Whoa.

- Hello, lover boy.

- Hey.

- She's gone out, that Barbara.

And Tom's here.

- I know.

(moves into foreboding music) Let's do it, then.

(gun firing) (watch ticking) (tractor rumbling) - Oh.

(dramatic music) - Morning, sir.

- [Christopher] Morning.

This is how you found him?

- [Paul] Yes, sir.

- [Christopher] Why wouldn't it be suicide, then?

- [Paul] There's no note, and when they use a shotgun don't they normally blow their heads off?

- Recently fired?

- Recently fired, sir.

- [Christopher] Recently drunk as well, wouldn't you say?

- [Paul] Scotch.

- Hmm.

Is there a wife?

- No, sir, but there's a son, Thomas.

He found the body.

- Well, it was about 6:00 a.m., 'cause I'd just arrived from the barracks on a 24 hour pass on my bike.

There's Dad just dead in his chair.

- Why would he have killed himself, do you think?

- [Thomas] I don't know.

(cows mooing) - Oi!

Can't you hear them cows?

Your little friend won't let us get on and milk 'em.

Their titties are going to explode if we don't!

- Well, do, go ahead.

- Oh, well, thank you very much.

We'll take him, too, if you can spare him.

- Yeah, certainly.

Are you not with them?

- No, I don't work here.

- Oh, right.

But you're in the Land Army, yeah?

- No.

I'm wearing this for a dare.

I'm a pole selector.

I select poles.

I survey woodland to find trees suitable for felling for pit props, for roadblocks, and poles.

- Right.

Did you know Mr Jackson?

- Not really.

I've only been here a few days.

- Right, first impressions?

- That he was not too different from most men.

Rude.

Lazy.

Lascivious.

And ignorant.

- Right, I see.

Thank you very much.

Well, don't let me keep you, but if you'd let us know where you'll be, I'd appreciate it.

So you don't live at the hostel?

- Sometimes we do, but with the early start, sometimes we stay here.

- In the house?

- In the cottage.

- Right.

- Sorry, it's Joan?

- Joan Dillon.

- Joan Dillon.

And Rose?

- Rose Henshall.

- Thank you.

And Mr. Jackson lived alone in the house?

- Yeah.

- I suppose with the air raid it would have been impossible to hear anything like gunshots?

- Ha, we heard plenty.

- [Christopher] Did you?

- Curling was rabbiting.

- Curling farms the land just beside here.

- Oh, right.

- Shootin' all night he was.

- Right close, an' all, stupid man.

He was angry with Hugh, Mr. Jackson.

- [Christopher] Oh, why was that?

- [Rose] You'd better ask him.

- Right.

Where's, um, Mrs. Jackson?

- What do you mean?

- Thomas's mother.

- She pushed off with a farm laborer, 10 or 12 years ago.

- Oh.

Fine, thank you.

(light piano music) (muffled speaking) (dramatic music) (door clacking) (speaking in a foreign language) - Yes.

Thank you, Major.

- Now, the relevant authorities have been notified you're alive and well.

- Thank you, sir.

- I have to ask you some routine questions.

You're a Luftwaffe navigator?

- Yes.

- And you're part of the crew of the Dornier?

- I would like to help, Herr Major, but my duty is only to tell you my name, my rank-- - Oh, absolutely, yes.

Don't you worry, we play it right by the book here.

Geneva Convention, 1929.

It's your duty to tell me nothing.

And it's my duty to ask you to tell me everything.

(dramatic music) (door clacking) footsteps clicking) (muffled speaking) (speaking in a foreign language) - No sign of the whisky bottle, sir.

- No?

- No.

What's that?

- It's a bullet.

It's covered in blood.

It's from a pistol.

What do you think?

Fired from here, passes through Jackson into the door, finished off with a shotgun to make it look like suicide?

Clever.

But not clever enough to fool us, eh, Milner?

- Being the amateur sleuths we are.

- Well, quite.

But as far as everybody else is concerned we'll stick with the suicide story, shall we?

- Until someone tells us otherwise.

- Yeah, that sort of thing.

- Sir.

You'd better come.

Barbara Hicks has found a German.

(dramatic music) - Put your hands up, you murdering Hun!

Put your hands up or I'll shoot your bleedin' head off!

- [Paul] Sir?

- And you.

- Is this your land?

- It should be, who are you?

- Well, we're the police.

Thank you for your help.

I think we can manage this now, though.

(Curling grunts) Are you Mr.

Curling?

- [Curling] Yes.

- [Man] Get him out.

(muffled speaking) - [Man] Pulse.

- [Man] Steady, sir.

- Hm, where's that gone?

Luftwaffe lieutenant.

See if he's got any more ID.

- [Man] Sir.

- A bullet from a pistol killed Jackson, didn't it?

- And this man obviously had a pistol at some point.

- Yeah, but rather limited opportunity on the face of it.

He's a bit short on motive, too.

German High Command identifies farmer as vital to British war effort, drops man with pinpoint accuracy into tree at Jackson Farm, man assassinates target, then returns to hang from tree.

- [Paul] So perhaps not our main suspect, then.

- [Christoper] Maybe not.

- Someone could have taken his pistol while he was hanging half-conscious from the tree, and then used it to kill Jackson.

- Yep.

- Miss Hicks for instance?

- Yep.

Get him into the car.

I'll have a word.

- Sir.

- Found anything?

- [Man] No, sir.

- I didn't see him come down.

I assume it happened during the raid.

- And directly you found him you came to the farm?

- Of course, I wasn't going to get him down on my own (laughing).

English men are bad enough without getting tangled up with Germans.

But even if he did come down during the raid he wasn't here at 4:00 a.m. - Oh, how'd you know that?

- Because I was here at 4:00 a.m.

I came to get a glimpse of the badgers.

There's a sett at the edge of the meadow.

- Right, the raid was over by 4:00 a.m., wasn't it?

- Yes.

- And then you were here and you didn't see him?

- I didn't see him because he was not here to be seen.

- And you'd be sure of that because, um?

- Because this is Quercus Robar.

Just as beautiful in the dark.

- Uh, difficult to distinguish a pistol shot in the middle of an air raid, so difficult to be precise about when Mr. Jackson died, unless you know different.

Nobody else seems to know.

- Well, I'm sure the others told you we were treated to a night of gunfire.

Some from the raid, but mostly from the inbred moron who lives next door.

- Mr.

Curling?

- Yes.

- Thank you.

Where did you get your opinion of men?

- Experience.

(pilot coughs) (speaking in a foreign language) - He's rallying.

Seems very shaken, though.

Maybe a bit concussed.

Must have fallen out of the tree with an almighty wallop.

- Get him over to the farmhouse.

See what he's got to say when he comes round.

- Should I let Cornwall know we've landed another airman?

- Yeah, but no rush.

This is going to go into tomorrow, isn't it?

See if you can't get us somewhere local for the night.

- That'd save petrol, sir.

- I'm going over to Curling, see what he's got to say.

- That'd save even more.

- Wouldn't it.

- Shall we give Miss Hicks a lift to the farm?

- Yes, do.

Good luck.

- Everything in the Garden of Eden was tickety-boo until the women showed up.

And them girls.

Hugh Jackson was sitting there drunk, watching the weeds grow.

Then in the autumn of '39 he got the girls in.

Well, I was offered an' all, but I didn't think they'd be much cop.

I never fancied a woman could do it.

But them two?

Look at 'em.

Them's a miracle, and that's that.

- You and Jackson didn't get on.

What was the problem there?

- He got on the local committee.

The War Ag.

Well, two years back I was ready to buy some of his land.

And then now, he's on the committee.

He gets his grants.

He's gone up the queue for a tractor.

Now he's trying to get the committee to evict me for not putting more of my land under the plow.

Well, they done that to a family over in Newnham way.

Kicked 'em off.

Well, they told me to grow flax, hopin' I'd fail and give 'em some excuse.

Oh, it's far too temperamental a crop.

You have to pull it up by hand, and we just haven't got the drainage, whereas he, he's got that bottom meadow, it would be perfect.

Well, you never see the committee forcing him to plow that up.

- Why would he kill himself, then, do you think?

- His wife.

He never got over that.

She just pushed off with this farmhand, Andy Neame.

Just left Jackson with the boy.

But that's when he took to the drink to be fair to him.

- [Cornwall] This the chap, then?

- Yes.

We're waiting to interview him.

- Major Cornwall.

Prisoner of War Interrogation Service.

You're very welcome.

Is he hurt?

- He was concussed, but he's come round.

- Good.

Put him in the car.

- Sir, I'm not sure you understand.

- Excuse me.

I'm not sure you understand.

- Detective Chief Superintendent Foyle.

- Detective?

- Afternoon.

- I thought you said you were a farmer.

- Did I, I don't remember that.

Uh, no, I'm not a farmer.

I'm a policeman.

Perfectly understandable error.

It's possible, I'm afraid, there's been a murder here, and this man might be able to help.

- I don't give a damn.

This chap's coming with us now.

- Well, if you could you give us 20 minutes-- - We have all the authority we need.

Take care of him.

He has concussion.

(soft, dramatic music) - Just to let you know I'm back, sir.

- [Christopher] Thank you.

- Ooo, silk.

- [Christopher] Mr. Jackson's?

- Oh.

- Or was he surprisingly popular with the land girls?

- Well, Rose or Barbara's, I'd say.

Too large for Joan.

- Think so?

- Nice, though.

Do you want me to find out about it, sir?

Have you had enough today?

- Haven't you?

- Certainly.

(soft, gentle music) - [Christopher] What is this?

- Hotels and pubs are full, sir, billeting troops.

- But what is this?

- It's basic, but clean, and there's hot water.

And the food's tip-top.

(muffled chattering) - What is it?

It's the Women's Land Army hostel.

("Daisy Bell") - Mr. Foyle.

You're very welcome.

Ellen McGee.

- How do you do?

- There's a separate little bit for you boys to sleep in.

- Well, very kind, we thank you.

- Needs must.

There's a war on.

And it's perfect timing for dinner.

Please.

- Can I take your coat?

- [Christopher] Thank you.

- Here we are.

Roast beef, roast potatoes, Yorkshire.

You'll never guess what's for pudding.

- [Paul] What?

- [Samantha] Apple crumble.

- With custard?

- Mm hm.

And there's bacon for breakfast.

(speaking in a foreign language) - Take him to the sanatorium.

Make sure he's comfortable.

(speaking in a foreign language) (prisoner groans) (dramatic music) - Heil Hitler.

- Heil Hitler.

(dramatic music) - There.

- Joan, don't you just think we should speak to that Mr. Foyle.

- Don't make me laugh.

- But, Joan-- - Just dig.

Tom.

Dig, or I'll put you in there and all.

(Barbara gasps) - What are you doing?

- Sorry, just trying to use the bathroom.

- What are you doing here?

Men aren't allowed in the hostel.

- Oh, you're absolutely right.

They just decided to make an exception last night.

- But you stay at the farm don't you?

What are you doing here?

- You expect me to be staying at a place where someone was murdered?

I didn't feel safe.

- Right.

He was murdered, was he?

- Well, if it was simple suicide, why would some as lofty as yourself be spending so much time on it?

- And he may be in the Holy Land, but managing to get his wife pregnant from 1,000 miles away is a miracle even our Lord is, just one moment.

Hello.

Katherine, I'd better dash.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Sorry to keep you.

- No, good morning, sorry to trouble you.

I wonder if you can help us.

We're police, looking into the incident at the Jacksons'-- - The Jacksons' farm, oh, terrible thing that.

- Yes, wasn't it.

Yeah, I understand you took a call from there the morning he died.

- Yes.

Tom rang in, reporting that he'd found his father.

- Right, and that was what time?

- At six.

- Six.

And that was it, just the one call?

- Oh, no, there was another one about 30 minutes earlier.

- From the farm?

- Well, I can't be sure it was from there because they rang off before I got there.

- Perfectly understandable.

Well, that's all we need to know.

Thank you for your help.

(talking drowns out operator) We appreciate it.

- Oh, Mr.

Curling.

They are beautiful.

- Mr.

Curling, do forgive me.

I forgot to ask you the other day.

Would you have heard any shots from the Jackson farm the morning he died at all?

- Yes, one at five o'clock, and then two more maybe half an hour later.

- Right.

Thank you.

- Anything else you forgot to ask?

- Well, as soon as I remember I'll let you know.

(dramatic music) - Here they come again.

- You keep your nerve.

You hear me?

The pair of ya.

- We should get this dragged.

- Right, sir.

- And see if any of the three girls has got a record.

And get a lead on the missing wife and the chap she ran off with if you can.

- Yes, sir.

Is that all?

- No, not quite.

Go over to the camp and find out what the major's has to say about Tom Jackson, and what the chances are of gettin' to speak to the chap we pulled out of the tree.

You might also see if he's got any idea that one of the other two we picked up, the young lad, is not an airman at all.

Did you speak to the girls?

- Not yet, sir.

- Do, let me know how you get on.

- Rose, can I have a word?

- Yeah.

- Um, is this yours?

- No, no, it isn't.

It's not.

Anyway, who are you to be asking?

- True.

Right, thank you.

(dramatic music) No joy I'm afraid, sir.

She said it wasn't hers.

But I suspect she wasn't telling the truth, although it is quite an expensive item for Rose.

- Mr. Foyle, I've remembered something.

I'm sorry I didn't say before but I've only just remembered.

When I left the farm at around four on the morning Hugh Jackson died, I nearly bumped into a man on a bicycle just at the end of the lane.

I couldn't describe him.

- Well, never mind.

- Anyway, he had a rucksack on his back.

- Well, thank you.

- Where did you get that?

- This, I, uhm, it's-- - It's mine, what are you doing with it?

- Oh, uh, we, We were trying to decide, uh, what it was doing in Hugh Jackson's bedroom.

- Well, when you've decided would you let me know?

May I take it?

Or is it Exhibit A?

- Well, yes, it is, but do feel free to take it.

We'll let you know when we need it.

- I'm sorry, no.

Leutnant Weiser is a prisoner of war and has his rights.

He's also in no fit state.

- Well, perhaps we could speak to him when he's feeling better.

- Perhaps.

- You have a Private Tom Jackson here?

It was his father who was shot.

- I know, that's why he's on compassionate leave.

If you want to talk to him, surely he's at home.

- No, I wondered if you could tell us anything about him.

- Funnily enough I can.

Within hours of his father's death he submitted that he now has responsibility for his father's farm and has asked for Reserved Occupation status.

When he was first called up he also tried to dodge the column by claiming Reserved Occupation.

He said he was vital to his father's farm.

His father told us otherwise.

- His father reported him.

- [Cornwall] Mm hm.

- [Christoper] How often is this place cleaned?

- Well, the parlor and the shed are cleaned morning and night after milking.

- You kill animals here?

- [Joan] No, not since we've been here.

- Well, this blood on the floor here.

Would you know anything about that?

- No, I don't.

- No, I don't.

- No?

Was Hugh Jackson a violent man?

- No, he wasn't a violent man.

- Hm?

Evidently Curling heard shots coming from this farm the night Jackson died.

About five, 5:30.

Would you have heard them?

- From five I was out on the tractor.

- Oh.

Doing what?

- Harrowin'.

- Oh, what, in the dark?

- Yeah, it's not that hard.

You put lamps either end of the field and you steer by them like a ship.

There aren't enough hours of daylight to do everything here.

- And I was with her, I was moving the lamps.

- Right.

So you wouldn't have heard the shots, then?

No?

Right.

Well, thank you.

Listen, did you ever spot anything going on between Hugh Jackson and Barbara Hicks?

- Oh, the dirty old bugger.

- No, no, I didn't say he was.

I was just asking.

- Well, why was you asking if there wasn't something?

- Right.

- Lady Muck keeping her eye on the sodbusters, is she?

- Listen, I don't know what I've done.

- Why don't the old man drive himself?

- He's not an old man.

- Don't you know there's a war on?

Us breaking our backs, and here's you, all spick-and-span, your barnet done up like a Cornish pasty, hangin' around-- - Look, I was drafted in from the MTC to drive Mr. Foyle.

- [Joan] Is he giving you one?

- [Rose] Joanie.

- Is that it?

What, you his fancy woman?

Is that how it works?

- Joanie, just leave it.

Come on.

(dramatic music) - [Man] Sir.

- There's no rust.

And the oil is fresh.

Can't have been in there more than two days at most.

Do you know whose bicycle this is?

- Well, we've all got bikes, but that ain't one of ours.

- Right, thank you.

Thanks.

So, who would need a bicycle, and then need to throw it away?

- Can I do anything to help, sir?

- Not for the moment.

Thank you.

- [Tom] There was a lot of noise with the air battle and Curling shooting.

- Did Curling stop shooting before the air battle had ended, or did he go on a little while after the planes had left?

- After.

The air battle stopped about four.

Then he stopped.

- That's right, at five o'clock.

An hour before you say you got back to the farm.

You left the barracks at midnight.

You can't have taken six hours.

It's a four-hour ride, tops.

- Well, it was dark.

And roadblocks.

And I got lost.

- Why are you lying?

- I didn't kill him.

- I didn't say you did.

It can't have been easy for him, raising you alone after your mother had left.

- Well, maybe if he'd have behaved better she'd have stayed.

(dramatic music) - [Paul] Been busy?

- Yeah, all work, no play.

- Tom Jackson's story doesn't add up, so there's no explanation for where he was.

- [Paul] What do you think?

- [Christopher] Tom Jackson hated his father and by killing him stood to inherit a valuable farm.

- [Paul] So improving his chances of getting Joan to marry him.

- [Christopher] And Reserved Occupation status to get out of the Army.

Joan stood to inherit the farm by getting Hugh Jackson out of the way by marrying Tom.

Rose seems to have been afraid of Jackson for some reason, and is certainly hiding something.

- [Paul] And the German?

- [Christopher] Yup.

How did the gun get to the farm?

And who's the man with the rucksack seen by Barbara Hicks?

- [Paul] Speak of the devil.

- [Barbara] Got a puncture.

- [Paul] You like a lift?

- [Barbara] Oh, thank you.

- I can put your bicycle in the back.

- That's very kind of you.

- [Paul] Not at all.

It's all part of the service.

- How was your day, Miss Hicks?

- Oh, pretty good, thank you.

I found my quota of long, straight suitable softwoods.

Poles manufactured for the purpose of.

I also found wood anemones, and celandines, and bluebells.

I just love the woods this time of year.

- So do I.

(dramatic music) - Oh, excuse me, Herr Major.

- Ah.

Oberleutnant Schimmel.

(speaking in a foreign language) - I'm doing well, thank you.

- Good.

- There was a man yesterday came into the camp.

- Leutnant Weiser.

- Jawohl, Herr Major.

- What about him?

- He's an old comrade.

- Ah.

- I wondered where he was.

- In the sanatorium.

A bit of concussion, I'm afraid, but he'll be fine.

Getting the best of care.

- Oh, good.

And he will be coming in here with us?

- Day after tomorrow.

Uh, yes.

That's what the quack says.

- Thank you.

- You're very welcome.

- Morning.

- Morning, sir.

- You all right?

- [Samantha] Sir.

- [Christopher] Sam.

- Do you think I do enough for the war effort, sir?

I mean, shouldn't I be doing more than just driving you around?

- Is that all you do?

- No, I, I also spend a lot of time hanging around while you're working.

- What's brought this on?

- Well, I was thinking about the girls on the farm, sir, how hard they work.

And right at the minute with the potatoes, I think they could do with an extra pair of hands.

- Well, go ahead.

- Really?

- You want to help them out today?

- What will you do, sir?

- Well, we're at the farm all day.

If I'm really in trouble I'll let you know.

- Thank you, sir.

- It's a pleasure.

(upbeat music) - [Paul] Check the bottom.

- [Man] Yes, sir.

- Just some rough clothes, sir.

I borrowed them from the girls at the hostel.

Just in case you... - I see.

(twig snapping) (dramatic music) - Sir.

A Luger.

Hidden in some logs at the front of the house.

Oh, I see.

Jackson's?

- Mm hm.

Three shots.

Three guns.

- Recently fired?

- Recently fired.

We know who that belongs to.

- I think I should return it, don't you?

- Listen, Sam wants to do her bit for the war effort.

Get one of the chaps to drive me over to the camp.

- Yes, sir.

(Rose retching) - [Samantha] Are you all right, Rose?

- [Rose] Mm.

(Samantha groaning) - Hey.

Hey!

Blast it.

- Oh, lover boy run off without ya?

- Shut up, will you?

- You want to make me?

- Put a sock in it, Joan.

Bleeding Yank rubbish.

- Here.

You're flooding it.

(engine puttering) - I suppose Daddy has a fleet of these on his estate.

- No.

My cousin does.

(dramatic music) - Sorry to keep you waiting.

- Not at all.

- Uh, please.

- No, I won't, thank you.

I am simply here to speak to Raimund Weiser.

- Afraid that won't be possible.

- Ah.

Well, two or three attempts have been made to speak to a man likely to be able to help in a murder inquiry, all of which have been rejected.

- Look, it's a general rule of the Prisoner of War Interrogation Service-- - So I may find myself having to look into the extent to which you're involved with black market cigars?

(muffled speaking) - Right.

I see.

Very well.

But I shall be present.

I will not have you ruin all the hard work we've been putting in.

The debriefing of enemy flyers is a delicate science.

- Do you get anything useful from the first two airmen?

- I'm sure very few of our boys shot down over there blab their mouths out the moment they're caught, so I'm not surprised the Germans don't blab to us.

It's a slow process.

If one tries to intimidate them they clam up.

We, however, try to baffle them with kindness.

To very good effect I might add.

You wouldn't believe the results we get.

- Sabartovski, the unarmed one not in uniform-- - He had a flying suit.

And many of them aren't armed.

If you want to speak to Herr Weiser, I'll arrange it.

But don't try to take over my job, Detective Chief Superintendent.

This way.

(speaking in a foreign language) - Good morning.

(speaking in a foreign language) - I'll translate for you.

His English is non-existent.

- Right.

I'm, well, I'm wondering if he remembers the night he was shot down.

(speaking in a foreign language) He came down into the trees.

(speaking in a foreign language) - He was unconscious.

He banged his head.

- Right.

Um, this pistol.

(dramatic music) (speaking in a foreign language) Do you know how you lost it?

(speaking in a foreign language) - He says a woman came and took it when he was hanging from the tree.

But he was barely conscious.

(speaking in a foreign language) She had a red jacket on.

(speaking in a foreign language) Blonde hair and was, was very attractive.

- Oh.

- It's all right.

I think there's room for two.

- Why are you always so nice?

I've just given you a right slagging back there.

Is that what they teach you in posh school, how to not show how you feel?

- Yes, I suppose it is.

- Yeah, well, I will sit down as it happens.

This here's my spot, see.

It's called Poppy Bank.

Though I ain't never seen no poppies.

Did you grow up in the country?

- Yes, I did.

- I could tell.

The way you cracked on up there.

I never.

- You never what?

- Never grew up in the country.

Poplar.

East London.

Don't think I'd never seen the country till I come here.

I hated it at first.

Be sad to leave it now.

- You think you will leave?

- Hugh.

Messy bugger.

Do you know, he loved this spot.

Loved a spot of that an' all (laughing).

Do you know, he loved this meadow so much that when we got our quota we had to turn all of that over.

Pull it all back from undergrowth and brambles.

Anything so we didn't have to plow up his precious field.

Generous he was with our sweat.

- Well, if you two get off your asses, we'll have it done by dark.

Thanks to you.

- Yeah, thanks to you.

(dramatic music) - Hugh Jackson's wife ran off with the farmhand 11 years ago.

His name was Andrew Neame.

- Any idea where they went?

- Mmm, oh, King's North Farm, Faversham in Kent.

Nothing ever came for them, mind.

Nothing came in the other direction either.

Not a birthday card for the little lad.

Not a dickie bird.

- Well, that's a shame.

- But then she was French.

- Right.

Do you mind if I made a call?

- No.

- [Barbara] I don't know who he was, but he was watching the farm, and he seems to be living in the woods.

I saw him yesterday while I was working.

- And how would a pistol help you in your work?

The German parachutist has described you as the woman that took the pistol from his holster while he was hanging from the tree.

- Are you suggesting I took this German's gun and shot Hugh Jackson, a man I barely knew anyway?

- No, not at all.

It was suggested to me that you simply took the gun.

- Even if I did take it I couldn't have shot Jackson with it, because I didn't come across the German until after he was dead.

- So you said.

- There you go again.

You don't believe me.

You'd rather believe him.

- No, not at all, I'm simply doing my job.

- Why are you so sure it was me he described?

- Well, red jacket.

Blonde hair.

Very attractive.

Sad eyes.

- Sir.

Over here.

- [Barbara] What is it?

- It looks like a grave.

Freshly dug.

(twig snapping) (bird chirping) (dramatic music) - Sir?

(grunting) - Ah, ah, ah!

- Thank you, Miss Hicks.

- Mr. Neame?

(rain splattering) (thunder rumbling) - So what are you doing living in the woods, Mr. Neame?

- Heard Hugh Jackson topped hisself.

Is that right, boy?

- No, it's not.

He was murdered.

- Was he?

What about Genevieve?

Where's she?

The Mrs. Jackson.

- Mrs. Jackson not with you?

- Only in my dreams, boy.

- When did you last see her?

- 11 year ago, May the 2nd, 1930.

(dramatic music) - If Mrs Jackson didn't run off with Neame and she hasn't been seen at the farm for 11 years, you have to wonder.

- [Christopher] You do.

- What did the people at the farm in Faversham have to say about him?

- Well, they confirmed he moved there 11 years ago and had lived alone.

Evidently, he went off the rails a bit and hasn't been seen for a couple years.

- Sir.

- [Man] Halt!

Load it up.

(speaking in a foreign language) (speaking in a foreign language) - Let her out.

(muffled speaking) Wait, stop the wagon!

- Please, don't shoot me, please!

- You're all right, mate.

Bernard, check under there.

- [Bernard] Come on out, you.

(dramatic music) (sighing) (sighing) - That's it.

That's the field done.

- Dig for victory!

(sighing) (laughing) - This was all brambles.

Hawthorns, sycamore.

We cleared it by hand, Joan and me.

Through the winter of '39.

The coldest in living memory.

Birds froze to death as they flew through the air.

And we was out here in our gumboots.

They asked us for 15 new acres under cultivation.

We gave 'em 20.

We had to break the ground with a pick.

This year we'll get 30 tons of spuds out of her.

- Why did you join the Women's Land Army?

- I wanted to do my bit.

My two brothers are away in the Army.

I wanted to, to help him.

To help bring him back alive.

(dramatic music) - The shot at 5:00 a.m. that Curling heard, was that the pig being killed?

Half taken away to be sold, the rest hung at the back of the milking parlor to be dealt with later.

But we all turned up that day, so you decided maybe you should bury it in the woods?

- Says you.

- You we people everywhere are tightening their belts.

They're making sacrifices for their country, and the law has taken a very dim view of the black market.

- Don't give me tightenin' the belt.

We ain't even been paid for two months.

Every penny has gone towards that tractor.

Hugh came up with the pig as a way to make the last payment.

It was nothing to do with me.

I warned him against it.

- Very easy to blame a man who can't defend himself.

- I can't help that.

Look, all I know is I didn't want nothing to do with the whole pig thing.

Even Tom didn't.

But Hugh said that we had to.

What with that Barbara hanging around he needed help to get it out of the way as quick as possible.

And Rose, you know, she just saw him shoot the pig, was sick, and then went out and plowed.

What crime that is is beyond me.

- Well, whether we like it or not, profiteering is against the law.

And, even though you may not have taken part in it, you just told me you knew all about it, and it ought to have been reported.

- You're only picking on me 'cause I've got a record.

You know, that's why I run away from London, to start again.

But you won't let me.

I didn't want a life of crime.

I wanted something different.

And I found that here.

My family don't know where I am.

Even my mum don't.

And for two years I've been my own person.

- They done a big list of all the farms.

How many workers, buildings.

How many livestock.

The government.

They called it The Second Domesday Book.

Hugh never told 'em all his pigs.

Or his sheep.

And there was more sheep because they evacuated over 100,000 off of Romney Marsh, and he copped some of them as they went by.

All the farmers around here did.

- Joan organize that?

- No.

She was against it.

Said you always get caught.

And she was right.

It was Hugh.

He said all the farmers around here do it.

And he was right.

You enjoyed your food at the hostel.

Oh, yeah.

All our beef and the pork and the eggs and the lamb.

I suppose you'll have to arrest yourself now for receiving stolen goods.

- Are you feeling any better?

(dramatic music) - What?

- Sam and Joan told me you've not been very well a couple of times just recently.

- I'm fine.

Thank you.

- Good.

- Would that have had anything to do with Hugh?

Would, um, stealing other people's underwear to wear for him mean that you were very much in love with him, or that you were afraid that he wasn't with you?

- I thought it would make him love me more.

He wasn't an easy man to love.

His heart was.

What with his wife pushing off he...

But there was a good man underneath.

A man who could feel love.

I think.

- But not enough to want you to keep the child you're carrying.

- No (crying), no.

- We was in love, see?

She wanted to get away.

We'd arranged it.

10 past 12 to London.

I waited for her.

At the station.

She never come.

I waited till the next one.

The one after that.

She wanted to come, boy.

I knew that.

But the boy.

I feared it'd break her heart to leave him, even though she said she could bear it.

She couldn't bring him with her, see?

We'd always know that one day Jackson would find us.

I understood in the end why she didn't come.

Thought better of her for it.

If you understand what I mean.

- I do.

What are you doing back here, then?

- Heard Jackson had done himself in.

Saw it in the paper.

I was over Tenterden way on piecework.

I saw this.

- He's not going to have nipped over to Tenterden to pick up a paper then back to the farm to wait to get caught.

- Yes, but he's not the full shilling.

- Well, I think that's more to do with a broken heart.

No, he's telling the truth.

And I don't think Mrs Jackson ever left the farm.

- Sir.

- Yeah?

- I think I know where she might be.

They call it Poppy Bank.

Apparently poppies grow where untouched ground has been disturbed after many years.

Evidently they grew where the land had been shelled during the last war.

Isn't that right, sir?

- [Christopher] Mm.

- Anyway Jackson wouldn't hear of the meadow being plowed up.

This is where he used to sit.

This is where he sat and drank whisky the night he died.

- Why?

(Barbara crying) The dog, the woman, and the walnut tree, the more you beat them the better they be.

Isn't that what they say?

- What is it?

- It's so wonderful working here in these woods.

You're so busy.

There's so much to do.

There's so much going on that you can't think.

That's what's so lovely about it.

But then sometimes it just sneaks up on you.

- What happened to you?

- There was a man.

There was a marriage.

Not a nice one.

But there was a son.

A beautiful son.

And my son, my beautiful son, I lost at Dunkirk.

(Barbara crying) Men!

War!

This filthy, blasted, bloody war!

- Sir!

Sir!

(somber music) (light music) (muffled speaking) (moves into soft, dramatic music) (uptempo radio music) - That's better.

I'm getting something now.

- Here, try this.

- [Radio Announcer] Well.

- Wait, stop.

- The only way to get them out - Do you hear?

- [Radio Announcer] is to continue with this tactic of probing away at the leg stump.

- Did you hear?

- [Radio Announcer] I think that's where his weakness lies.

And now we have them - What is it?

- coming up to bowl again.

- Shh.

- [Radio Announcer] There we go, fooled there by the variable bounce.

- [Radio Announcer] And they're appealing.

Is it some sort of-- - The umpire (drowned out) - Shh.

- [Radio Announcer] And he's given him!

Leg before!

- He's given him!

- [Radio Announcer] Leg before.

- Bowled him leg stump there.

(talking drowns out radio) Must be the one that kept straight.

This is, this just mad.

We've had no cricket for two years.

Where's it coming from?

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

It might... (dramatic music) - [Christopher] Cricket?

- Yeah.

Mad, innit?

From the West Indies or something, it must be.

See, with them Jerries there we've got radio operators and all that.

They are clever blokes all right.

I hope our chaps are as clever.

- We found the pig.

Where was your father when you left?

- He was off drinkin'.

I didn't shoot him.

Why would I?

- Well, he reported you to the army authorities.

He didn't like your girlfriend much.

And, um, tell me about what happened to your mother.

- She left when I was young with a bloke who worked on the farm.

- Did you ever hear from her after she left?

- No.

- Did you ever try to get in touch with them?

- No.

- Why would that be?

- Well, I suppose she wouldn't want me.

She wouldn't want me to.

Would she?

- Wouldn't she?

Tom, I'm afraid she's dead.

She didn't run off with anybody.

In fact, she never left the farm.

- She did.

She did, I remember her saying goodbye.

I was there playing with my farm animals when she came in.

She said she was going away for a while.

And I wanted her to get on with it 'cause I wanted to get on playing with my farm.

I just thought she was going shoppin' or something.

And then she never came back.

- I think maybe she intended to leave.

But your father didn't want her to go.

And I'm afraid it was him who killed her.

- He must have really loved her, mustn't he?

Joanie always said I should forgive him 'cause he had a broken heart.

And when you think about it, she must be right.

- Oh, big man, you going to charge us now?

- [Christopher] No, free to go.

- You're having me on.

- [Christopher] No.

- Joanie, just shut up and say thank you.

- Thank you.

- [Christopher] A pleasure.

- So, how are we going to get back?

- A police escort.

Come on.

(upbeat music) - [Samantha] Coming in, sir?

- [Christopher] You go ahead.

I'll be there in a minute.

- [Woman] Here she comes, here she comes!

(women cheering) - Many happy returns!

♪ For she's a jolly good fellow ♪ ♪ For she's a jolly good fellow ♪ ♪ For she's a jolly good fellow ♪ ♪ And so say all of us ♪ And so say all of us ♪ And so say all of us ♪ For she's a jolly good fellow ♪ ♪ And so say all of us - Hello.

- Brought you this.

- Well, that's kind of you.

- Ginger beer.

- Well, thank you.

- Best they can do.

- It's a nice dress.

- Do you think so?

- [Christopher] Mm.

- It's silk.

From the parachute.

- The German's parachute?

- I dyed it.

I got this one, one for Joan, and six others out of it.

- Right.

Um, not badly damaged, then?

- Barely at all.

Looked like a new one.

- Right.

- Are you going in?

- In a moment, yeah.

- Tom proposed, and Joan accepted.

- Oh.

That's good.

- Is it?

- Yes.

- But for how long?

- Well, with things the way they are, good for the time being is perhaps enough.

- What happened to you, then?

- What happened to me?

There was a woman.

A marriage.

A good marriage.

And a beautiful son.

(soft, dramatic music) My beautiful son is alive.

Thank God.

But, uh, I lost my wife.

So I have a vastly higher opinion of women than you do of men.

- Everything's so very difficult, isn't it?

- Yeah.

- To Tom and Joan.

- [Paul] This is all Weiser's kit.

- Flax.

Flax stretches under tension.

This flax isn't stretched.

Would you agree?

- It's pristine.

- Salt.

(dramatic music) - [Cornwall] Leutnant Weiser.

- [Weiser] Herr Cornwall.

(speaking in a foreign language) - Well, I trust you'll be comfortable with the other prisoners.

(speaking in a foreign language) - Major, don't let him in there.

- Who the hell do you think you are, barging in like this?

- You must not let him in there.

He's not who he says he is.

He's here to kill Sabartovski.

- [Cornwall] Explain yourself.

- The sort of plane that Sabartovski arrived n needs a crew of three.

There were four onboard.

He's not an airman.

He's a technician.

He has information valuable enough that the Germans want him dead before we get it from him.

There's already been one attempt on his life.

There's about to be another.

We lose him, we lose the information.

We've already tried to help you with this, and you've resisted.

You resist again, you've a lot of explaining to do.

- Open the gate.

(dramatic music) - [Man] Corporal, close those gates!

- Where is Sabartovski?

Weiser!

(muffled shouting) (speaking in a foreign language) - [Man] Weiser!

(muffled shouting) - Weiser!

Schimmel?

- Over there.

- [Cornwall] Weiser!

(Sabartovski gurgling) Weiser!

(speaking in a foreign language) (grunting) (punches thudding) (grunting) (grunting) (punch thudding) (door clacking) - Sabartovski died a few minutes ago.

He never regained consciousness.

- Why was he killed?

- He was killed because he survived the plane crash.

As long as the plane flew he was fine.

As soon as it didn't he had to die because he knew too much about what was on it.

One of the airmen died as a result of using a parachute that had been sabotaged.

When I explained this to Sabartovski he became very distressed when he realized it had been intended for him.

- Why would he tell you this?

- He didn't, he told Schimmel.

- In English?

- In German.

(speaking in a foreign language) He said that they hadn't wanted him to survive any crash, so he'd been issued with a defective parachute which Kraus had picked up by mistake.

- Why hadn't you told me you speak German?

- Well, frankly, Major, there became less and less point in telling you anything.

And it's only whatever I managed to pick up in Germany during the last war.

It's not that good.

Well, it's as good as his English.

- [Cornwall] No, he doesn't speak English at all.

- You're fairly fluent, aren't you?

You understood one of my questions without it being translated when I came over here last time.

And you understood every word we said when we first picked you up.

You heard us talking about the woman that was with us that day being a possible murder suspect.

And you described her later as the person you claim took your gun when you were hanging from the tree.

(speaking in a foreign language) - [Cornwall] What information did Sabartovski have that was so important?

- Do you want to answer that question?

No?

It seems from what he said to Schimmel that he was an expert in RDF, what you'd know as Funkmess or radar, and it looked like that there'd been perhaps a new system onboard, which is why they made the effort to get back to it.

To make sure it was destroyed, or get rid of it if it wasn't.

How am I doing?

He was sent for the same reason.

To make sure the equipment was destroyed and Sabartovski as well.

And he came prepared to face a situation in which he'd be caught, and most likely taken to the same holding camp as Sabartovski, and get rid of him here.

- If I faked the parachute drop how did I get here?

- True, perfect English.

Boat.

There were saltwater stains on your trousers and no marks at all from a parachute and a harness that had never been used before.

- Good.

Beach landing from a U-boat.

- Oh.

We know why you killed Sabartovski.

What we don't know is why you killed the farmer.

- How do you know I did?

- You were seen arriving at the farm.

You came up from the coast by bike to the area where the plane came down.

(dramatic music) But there was so much going on that night you were afraid you were going to be found out.

You gave up the idea of tracing the plane.

You dumped the bike.

And found somewhere to deploy the fake parachute drop.

Except Hugh Jackson saw you.

- Hello.

Hello.

- [Christopher] You got to the farmhouse as he was putting through a call.

You shot him.

(gun firing) And replaced the telephone receiver.

A man who drunk that much might easily be thought to have killed himself, so you used his shotgun to fake the suicide.

(gun firing) You left the farmhouse and made your next mistake.

You tried to get rid of the gun.

- Yes.

That was a mistake.

- So we know you did it.

It's just a question of why.

Perhaps being spotted faking the parachute drop didn't suit your purposes so you had to destroy the witness.

Why else would you do it?

- He was English.

- You'll hang for this.

I owe you an apology, Detective Chief Superintendent.

I feel I've let the side down.

- [Christopher] Well.

- I've always tried to see the best in people.

And we've had good results with the prisoners.

Quite a number have already opened up to us.

You see, I spent a year at university in Heidelberg before the war.

I always found the Germans to be a civilized and gracious race.

- Ah.

You ever played football against them?

- Football, no.

Cricket's my game.

There's a disappointing dearth of cricket pitches in Heidelberg.

- I was in a police team that played in Germany in '36.

The German team that met us were very smart, hospitable.

Very gracious.

Very civilized.

Wonderful night.

They wined and dined us, and we all left the bierkeller at dawn, and we staggered onto the pitch later that day badly hung-over.

But the German team that ran on to play us were 11 totally different men who'd been in bed before 10 and not touched a drop.

And we got a complete stuffing.

They use different rules.

But if we don't want to lose this war, I think first of all we've even got to be sure about what game they're playing.

And you're right.

It's not cricket.

- No for sale signs?

After all the work we put into the place?

- Now we need to support our increasing family.

- Come on, work to do.

- See you, Sam.

- Joanie.

- Excuse me, any of you seen Barbara Hicks?

She's not been seen at the hostel.

- Ah, I forgot.

Yeah, she passed by yesterday.

She's moved on to a new area.

Official secret.

She left this for you.

- Right.

- Right.

- See you.

(gentle music) - [Barbara] I've been moved on.

I can't say where, but I'm sorry.

I didn't think my view of men could change.

But you changed it.

Barbara.

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