(intense orchestral music) - Morning, sir.

- Morning.

(people murmuring) (elevator bell rings) - Good morning, Sir Reginald.

I was wondering-- - Not now, Philby.

Are they all here, Miss Browne?

- Yes, Sir Reginald.

- Simon?

- He came back from the airport a little while ago, sir.

- Good.

I'll need to see him immediately.

- He's in his office.

- Right.

Miss Browne, I'd like you to take the minutes of this morning's board meeting.

- What about Miss Patterson?

- [Reginald] No, just you.

- Yes, Sir Reginald.

- The minutes of this meeting must be kept to a minimum.

An aide-mémoire to be deposited with our solicitors.

I'd be happier to see nothing in writing.

There may come a time after the war when we need to demonstrate there was a consensus on our European operations, which I am sure is the case.

I had to think carefully about which board members should be here.

Some I felt were not in tune with our thinking.

I don't need to remind you that what is said here must go no further; the usual caveats about walls and ears.

Now I'll hand you over to my son Simon.

Simon returned from Switzerland this morning.

Not an easy journey these days.

Simon.

- I've brought home a letter.

And unlike the one Mr. Chamberlain brought from Munich, this one is worth the paper it's written of.

Put very simply, the agreement I reached will make Empire & European Foods the largest processor of non-mineral fats and oils in Europe both during the war and after it.

It doesn't even matter who wins.

We can't lose.

(board members applauding) (board members murmuring) (dramatic music) - Could I have Hastings 1456, please?

(dramatic music) This is Agnes.

I can't talk, but he came back from Switzerland this morning and it's just like you said.

He's brought back a letter.

And I think I can get it, but we'll have to be quick.

Tonight?

At eight o'clock.

The usual place.

(dramatic music) (dramatic music) (screaming) (thudding) (people murmuring) (dramatic music) (dramatic music) - [Lawyer] Sergeant Milner, you made the arrest?

- I did, yes.

- And can you describe how you found the dead man?

- He was lying on the floor in the locker room of the pottery where they both worked.

There was a belt around his neck and he'd been strangled.

- And can you tell me very briefly on what grounds you arrested my client?

- He'd argued violently with the dead man.

He'd also threatened him.

- Rather tenuous evidence I would have said.

Can I have the belt, please?

This is the belt that was used?

- [Milner] Yes.

- And you of course checked it for fingerprints but you found no fingerprints belonging to my client.

I put it to you, Sergeant Milner, this is not a murder at all.

A man climbs onto a chair and hangs himself from a belt, any belt that he finds in the locker room.

He falls, and the chair beneath him topples.

- He had grazes on his knuckles.

- [Lawyer] The body was in the room for three days before it was found.

It attracted rats, I believe.

- [Milner] Yes.

- Could not the rats have been responsible for the grazes, Sergeant Milner?

Could they not in fact have been bites?

- No.

That would have looked different.

- Are you a qualified medical officer, Sergeant Milner?

- No.

(people murmuring) - No further questions.

(people murmuring) - [Milner] He made a fool out of me.

- [Christopher] No, I think you held your own, nor it's not over yet.

- [Man] Good afternoon, sir.

- Good afternoon.

- I know he's guilty.

- [Christopher] I'm sure the jury will agree.

- [Milner] I'd like to get my hands on that barrister though!

- Well, here's your chance.

- Oh, Christopher.

- Stephen.

Not lost your touch then.

- [Stephen] I'll take that as a compliment.

- And you two have already met of course.

- I hope you'll forgive me.

- Let's wait for the verdict, sir officer.

- Oh...

Yes.

Fishing this weekend, Christopher?

- Well, there's precious little in the shops.

- Oh, maybe we can get some for ourselves.

- Certainly.

Bye.

(people murmuring) - I didn't realize that you-- - No, I'm sorry I didn't mention it.

It wouldn't have helped if I had.

(people murmuring) (bell rings) - [Rivers] Here he comes now.

You can ask him yourself.

- [Boy] Afternoon, Mr. Foyle.

- Oh, hello, Brian.

- It's paper day.

- Yeah, sorry, I've forgotten again, haven't I?

- One envelope makes 50 cartridge bottoms, Mr. Foyle.

- I do know that, Brian.

- Do you need this?

- Uh, hands off, Tim.

- That's aluminum.

We always take aluminum for Spitfires.

- You take that and what do we do if the police station catches fire?

- We need more salvage because of the prize.

There's chocolate.

- And because of winning the war.

- Why don't you come back tomorrow?

We could have gathered up more paper for you by then.

- After breakfast?

10 o'clock okay?

- It's a date.

- Good.

- Bye, then.

- Bye.

- Bye-bye, Mr. Foyle.

- That's the second salvage collection I've missed.

They think I'm a fifth columnist.

- Letter came in for you, sir, and delivered by Home Guard from Brigadier Harcourt.

I'm going to the Liaison Committee.

- I've been roped into some sort of exercise.

- War games?

- The regular army's involved.

There's a couple of hundred men taking shots at each other in the woods around Hastings.

- Are they asking you to join up?

- No, I'm the referee.

Which means I'm not in court tomorrow, Milner.

- That's all right, sir.

- I'm sure you'll manage.

(bees buzzing) (rooster crying) (birds chirping) (bees buzzing) (dog barking) - Lucy.

- Yeah, I'm just coming.

(rooster crying) At least there's honey for breakfast.

- Another letter from the bank.

- [Lucy] Just put it with the others.

- We can't keep ignoring them.

- Well, there's not much else we can do.

Look, they won't bother with us.

We're just too small for them to worry about.

- CWAC.

- [Lucy] What's that?

- War Agricultural Committee.

They're plowing up the top field.

- They warned us it would come.

- What was Dad thinking of?

Bloody fool!

- Come on, it's not as bad as that.

- There got to be easier ways to earn a living.

- You are not going back to that.

- No, Lucy, that's not what I meant.

- I know you, Harry, I know what you're thinking.

- I'm not gonna leave.

- If anything killed Dad, it was that you got into prison.

- What killed Dad was pneumonia.

And he got pneumonia because he was out cutting kale at six o'clock in the morning in the coldest winter we ever had.

If we hang around there much longer we're probably gonna join him.

- We can make a go of it.

(chicken clucking) - Now, the object of the exercise is for the Home Guard to hold up the advance of the enemy for as long as possible.

The assumption is they would have landed at several points on the coast.

These points will not be known until the exercise has begun.

I shall refer to the enemy as Red.

Blue is the Home Guard.

On the day we will wear flashes of the appropriate color.

You'll be White, Mr. Foyle.

- Right.

- Neutral.

The enemy will consist of regular troops, so we'll have quite a fight on our hands.

Their CO should be here at any moment.

- When we get the information about the enemy beachheads, are we meant to attack them, sir?

- No, Philby, no.

Our job is to obstruct.

Philby will be acting as my second in command.

He's also our main liaison with Sir Reginald Walker.

- Part of the exercise will be taking place on Sir Reginald's estate.

- Right.

- [Harcourt] Luckily Philby here knows the man.

- I'm a director with Empire & European Foods.

- Right.

As I understand it the game starts with only a limited number of enemy soldiers at these so-called beachheads.

- It's no game.

- Well, I'll still need a clear understanding of the rules, the troop movements set to allow for roads and bridges falling into enemy hands, and this presumably is gonna involve the military police?

- We've spoken to them, yes.

- Are you using live ammunition?

- Mainly, certainly, in a few designated areas, otherwise it'll be blanks.

- Well, again, the military police will have to patrol the boundaries, and we need absolute clarity on that for everybody's sake.

- The maps are drawn, Mr. Foyle.

I can foresee no problems at all.

What I don't want are any unnecessary hold-ups in the movement of Home Guard forces.

We can't have civilian traffic clogging us up.

- Well, if we're trying to create invasion conditions, there's little point in keeping the roads absolutely clear.

A real invasion, it'd seal the roads north of Hastings clogged with refugees and in reality you'd have to deal with that somehow.

- You're here as a referee, Mr. Foyle.

I think you can leave the military planning to me.

- Oh, right.

- Ah, here's the regular army.

Not before time, if I may say so, Mr. Foyle.

This is Captain Devlin.

- Devlin, how are you?

- Good to see you again, sir.

- Yes, and you.

- You two know each other?

- We've met.

So you're stationed near here, right?

- Actually, I've been stuck at a desk job since I was shipped back from France.

Caught a bit of shrapnel.

Nothing to worry about.

But it took a while to heal.

I should be rejoining the chaps any day now.

- Good.

- I didn't expect to find you caught up in all this, sir.

- Well, nor me.

- [Devlin] Did they give you a new sergeant?

- Yeah, he's a good man.

You've probably met him.

- How's Andrew?

- He's very well, thank you.

He's with a squadron on the South Coast.

- Oh, good for him.

They didn't let you transfer him?

I heard a rumor you were gonna work with General Ismay.

- No, it didn't work out.

- [Devlin] You're damn good at your job.

- If that's the case, what am I still doing here, I wonder?

- Well, I'd better get this lot sorted out.

Prepare for battle.

- Right.

(rooster crying) (dramatic music) (rooster crying) - [Stephen] Markham?

- Mr. Beck.

- I wonder if I might have a word.

(rooster crying) - Come inside.

I can't believe you're asking me to do this.

You of all people!

You know I've been out of trouble for two months.

- You've been out of prison for two months.

I had something to do with that.

- I know.

I know what I owe you.

- I wouldn't have come to you if it hadn't been important, Harry.

- Important?

- Much more than that.

- I don't know.

It just seems mad.

I can't believe you're talking to me this way.

- It's a mad world.

We all have to adjust.

- Why can't you go to the police?

- Aw!

- Sir Reginald Walker.

You know he's my landlord?

- Oh, I didn't know.

- Rented this land to my dad.

It was my dad who had the bright idea to switch from arable to dairy.

Now you get 45 shillings a quarter guaranteed for wheat, but milk...

He died while I was in prison.

- I'm sorry.

- Lucy thinks it was my fault.

She thinks he died of shame, but that's not true.

Working here that killed him!

- Will you do it?

- There's a safe?

- A big one, American.

- They'll know it was me.

- The crime won't even be reported, my friend.

- [Harry] Why not?

- Trust me.

- Can I think about it?

- I have very little time.

I'm leaving England quite soon now.

- Leaving to go where?

- It doesn't matter.

Here is my telephone number.

You can call me.

Sir Reginald Walker is extremely wealthy.

He owns this farm and many others.

You're paying him to work here, which makes him even wealthier.

That is also... Mad.

Call me.

(dramatic music) (door creaks) (car engine roaring) (dramatic music) - I forgot my ration book.

Who was that?

- No-one.

- Harry, who was that?

- They were lost.

They were asking the way.

(birds chirping) (dogs barking) - [Alice] Simon?

- Alice.

- [Alice] What are you doing?

- Just checking on the wine.

- So why do you lock the cellar?

- We've got some stuff down there worth 20 pounds a bottle.

You can never be too careful.

Shall we?

(dog barking) - Ah, there you are, my dear.

Drink?

- Mm.

Thank you.

Mm, lovely.

Now, Reginald, I want to talk to you about the dining room.

- Oh, yes?

- I was thinking of having it redecorated.

I feel the wallpaper is rather musty and old-fashioned.

We could do with new curtains, too.

- It's a shame, mother loved the dining room.

- Simon!

This is your house now, Alice, and you must have it how you like.

I'll get someone in.

- No, don't worry, I'll see to it myself.

I know how busy you are.

- Better wait a few days until these exercises are out of the way.

- Mm, the Home Guard.

- And pretty ghastly if you ask me, having the whole world and his wife tramping over the estate.

- It's only 24 hours.

Anyway, Alice, better not leave the house.

And tell the groundsmen must stay out of the lower woods, they may be using live ammunition.

- Whatever you say, dear.

- We don't want anyone getting shot.

(dramatic music) (dogs barking) (dog grunting) (dog whining) (dog barking) (clock ticking) (dogs whining) (dramatic music) (door creaking) (clock ticking) (dramatic music) (rattling) (dramatic music) (gasping) - Reggie.

Reggie.

- [Reginald] What is it?

- I think there's someone downstairs.

(dramatic music) (bumping) (dramatic music) - There's a burglar.

- Right!

(dramatic music) Stop!

Thief!

- Oh!

(gun firing) (groaning) (gun firing) (thudding) - [Reginald] Did you get him?

- Tickled him.

(motorbike honking) (motorbike engine roaring) (dramatic music) - Sir Reginald Walker, isn't he the chairman of Empire & European Foods?

- Yeah, that's right.

These Home Guard exercises are taking place on his land here.

- Hm.

The break-in was reported by a warden on his way home.

He heard a shot, and saw someone climb over the wall.

But Sir Reginald never actually reported the crime himself.

We contacted him.

- [Christopher] That's unusual.

(dog barking) - I didn't like to trouble you.

These are difficult times and it seems to me that the police have enough on their plate already.

- It's not as if anything was taken.

- Are you quite sure of that, sir?

- Well, we've looked around and there doesn't seem to be anything missing.

- But he did get into the safe, is that right?

- Yes, the door was open, but I suppose they managed to chase him off before he could rifle through the contents.

- Not that he'd have found anything anyway.

I only keep my business papers in there.

- Yes, I keep my jewelry upstairs.

- Is the safe-- - Yes, it's American.

Way ahead of its time, manipulation-proof, lever tumbler lock.

Over 10 million combinations.

- I'd say you're looking for a real professional, Mr. Foyle.

- I'd say you are right, Mr. Walker.

- Any names spring to mind?

Any known felons, that sort of thing?

- Is this the window he came through?

- Yes.

Drugged both the dogs first.

- And you took a shot at him as he left, is that right?

- My son fired into the air, Mr. Foyle.

- A warning shot.

Didn't want to hit anyone.

- Look, in retrospect, I can see that we should have reported this, but since no-one was hurt and nothing was taken, I really don't think we should waste any more time.

- Right.

(birds chirping) (dogs barking) I've never met anybody quite so cheerful about being burgled.

- No.

And his son said he fired a warning shot.

You don't try and warn someone by firing at them.

Plus they're already running away.

- Harry Markham, he's the only one around here capable of getting into a safe like that.

- And not taking anything?

- Yeah.

Came out of prison two months ago.

Devlin arrested him.

It was the last case he handled before he joined up.

- Markham?

- Yeah, before your time, you wouldn't know him.

You should go and introduce yourself.

- I want it back.

- Of course you want it back, Pa, it's worth a bloody fortune.

- It's worth more than that, son.

And do you know, sometimes I worry about your ability to see the wider canvas!

- Whoever has it will try to sell it.

- We have to find it before that.

We have to think like this man Foyle.

He said it was a professional job so he'll be looking for a professional.

We must have friends at the police.

What about Cade?

He's at Scotland Yard.

- I'll get onto it.

- I'm sorry about this, my dear, an unpleasant business.

- I still don't understand.

Why didn't you call the police?

- I didn't need to, did I?

They came anyway.

- Was something taken?

- Of course not!

You don't think I'd lie, do you?

Don't you worry about it, just a little unpleasantness.

Now, let's have some lunch.

- I just don't understand you, Harry.

You said that was all behind you!

- It is.

- [Lucy] Then where were you last night?

What were you doing?

- It's not what you think.

- I know what I think!

- Lucy, please!

Ugh!

- Are you hurt?

- I'm fine.

- Let me see.

- Don't fuss!

- Let me see.

- Please, just... (groans) - Oh, Harry!

What is this?

- Lucky I was 30 yards away.

- Sit down.

- What, you-- - Well, I can hardly call for a doctor, can I?

- Look, it was a favor for a friend, that's all.

A favor that went wrong.

- You broke into a house.

- I wasn't going to steal anything!

I didn't mean to, but... Lucy, supposing I found something that could get us out of here... Give us enough money... Look for a new life... - We have a life here.

- We don't!

- You sit down.

Harry, look at you!

God!

What is it, this thing you've got?

- I can't tell you.

- [Lucy] Now, where is it?

- I've got some friends are looking after it.

- What friends?!

- Busy ones.

And I can trust them, too.

- You just talk a lot of nonsense, Harry.

But you listen to me: you go back to thieving, I'll throw you out of here.

Do you hear me?

- I'm sorry, Lucy.

- Sorry as you're gonna be.

(he groans) (she shushes) (rattling) - [Stephen] I hope your Mr. Milner has forgiven me.

(rattling) - [Christopher] I wouldn't underestimate him if I were you.

- [Stephen] I haven't, and I didn't.

- I saw Jack Devlin the other day.

- Sergeant Devlin?

- He's a captain now in the Seventh Armored Division.

- Yes, I remember him well.

An interesting young man.

(rattling) - No, they're not feeding, are they?

- [Stephen] Uh, sometimes I prefer it that way.

If the fish bites you only have to do something about it.

- [Christopher] What are you using?

- [Stephen] Medium olive nymph.

- Are you reading Skews?

- The Way Of The Trout With The Fly.

My wife bought me that... On our first wedding anniversary.

- You were still in Germany then, weren't you?

- Yes.

We had to send all the way to London for it.

We didn't leave till '35.

We saw what was coming.

I love this sport, but sometimes I think it is the greatest waste of time anyone ever invented.

- You know, you're right.

Pint?

- A pint.

The fishing.

The evening light.

There are things about this country I'd always miss if I had to leave.

(dramatic music) - Mr. Beck.

- Not here, Markham.

Backstairs.

Half an hour.

(people murmuring) You got it?

- No.

I'm sorry, Mr. Beck, it didn't work out.

- What happened?

- I managed to get in some of the way, but they must be light sleepers.

I heard them coming down the stairs and I had to get out fast.

- [Stephen] You got nothing?

- Didn't have enough time to open the safe.

I am sorry, Mr. Beck.

I didn't mean to let you down.

- You're lying to me.

- No!

- I've been a barrister for 30 years.

You think I don't know a liar when I hear one?

- I had to get out of there.

They shot at me!

- But you had something.

- I had nothing.

- Let me tell you something, my friend.

You don't know me.

You don't know anything about me, the people I work with, what I am capable of.

- Honestly, Mr. Beck, I would never do anything to-- - You were in the study.

- [Harry] Yes.

- You opened the safe.

- No!

- What did you take?

- Nothing.

- I'll give you a little time, Markham.

We'll meet again.

And if I were you, I would think very carefully.

(knocking on door) - Sir.

- Yeah?

- There's been another break-in, I'm afraid.

And this time we've got the culprits.

They're outside.

Would you mind having a word?

(people murmuring) - So... What have you got to say of his house?

- But we were doing our duty.

- It's what the lady on the wireless told us to do.

- Lady Belling, sir.

WVS.

- You broke into your school, is that right?

Looking for what?

- Salvage.

- Such as...?

- [Brian] Paper.

- Saucepans.

- Or frying pans.

- Coat-hangers.

- [Brian] Soap boxes.

- Shoe trees.

- Vacuum cleaner tubes.

- They can all be used.

The lady said so.

- Did you know that a single chop bone can make the cordite for two cartridges.

- Right.

Well, I've heard of children breaking out of school, but breaking in!

And how did you get in?

Over the railings?

- No, someone's already taken them.

- Now, look, what you do is very commendable, but you can't just go breaking into buildings, all right?

- [Rivers] Do you want me to lock them up, sir?

- What?

- Six months hard labor on bread and water?

That should teach them.

- Perhaps not this time, Sergeant.

But listen, better stick to paper from now on, all right?

- Leave the chop bones to the professionals.

- And maybe you need a new commanding officer to keep you out of trouble.

Captain Stewart.

- Sir.

- You've just been promoted.

Keep an eye on them.

(playful music) - Right, troops, quick march.

And get your hands out of your pockets.

(dramatic music) - Miss Markham?

- [Lucy] Yes.

- Sergeant Milner, Hastings Police.

I'm looking for your brother.

- Hastings?

You work for Mr. Foyle?

- Yes.

- Sending you to do his dirty work for him this time, is he?

- I don't know what you mean.

- You tell Mr. Foyle from me Harry hasn't done anything, and he can just leave him alone.

- Where is he?

- He's with his platoon.

- He's joined up?

- Home Guard.

They've got a big exercise.

- That starts tomorrow.

- I haven't seen him today.

- Well, when he comes home would you let him know that we'd like to speak to him?

Somebody hurt?

- That was Harry.

He just cut his hand on a fence.

- He's lucky he has you to look after him.

(dramatic music) - [Clarke] I thought I'd find you here.

- What do you want?

- Look at this.

- What is it?

- [Clarke] The local rag.

- I can see that.

What's so important?

- Read it.

- You read it.

- "Attempted burglary at Greenwood Hall, "home of Sir Reginald and Lady Walker.

"The thief managed to get into the safe."

It was a big one.

American.

- That's Harry.

- [Clarke] It's gotta be, ain't it?

- I thought he'd taken an early retirement.

- Yeah, that's what he told us.

Maybe he's decided to go solo.

- On our patch.

- [Clarke] Double-crossing bastard!

Shall we go round to his place?

- No need to.

We'll see him tomorrow at the war games.

- Yeah, but we can't do much with that going on.

- Get him alone in the woods.

We'll do plenty.

Give me that.

Yeah.

That's Harry.

- Thank you, Mr. Cade.

My father will be very grateful.

Yes, I'm sure you can expect to hear from him.

Goodbye.

- Well?

- He's given me a name: Harry Markham.

- Markham?

There was an Eric Markham I used to know.

One of my tenant farmers.

- Eric's the father, Harry's the son.

Just got out of prison.

Did three months for breaking and entering.

- Three months?

That's a very short sentence.

- Well, the judge must have been very impressed with him.

- How sure are we that he's our man?

- Cade says that only half a dozen people in the country could break into a safe like ours, and Markham is local.

(dog barking) What are we going to do?

- Don't rush in, Simon!

Whatever you do, don't rush in!

- Pa-- - Just let me think.

(dog barking) (birds chirping) (organ music) - [Vicar] I thought it must be you.

- You don't mind, I hope, Vicar.

- Not at all, no.

When did you ever need to ask?

- It still surprises me.

Such a fine instrument for such a small church.

- Most of it is the player.

Please, carry on.

Don't mind me.

(organ music) Good evening.

(organ music) - German music?

- The greatest music in the world.

- [Hilda] Time for you to leave, Mr. Beck.

- [Stephen] So soon?

- [Hilda] We told you to be ready.

- [Stephen] I am.

When?

- [Hilda] Three days from now.

- They could have given me more warning.

- Oh, I'm sure we could rearrange the war to suit your needs.

- Point taken.

But I'm not ready to go.

Not quite yet.

- I'm sorry?

- I'm in the middle of something.

- Then you'll have to leave it.

- I can't.

I'm sorry.

Not now.

- Are you going to tell me?

- Are you going to pretend you don't already know?

- She was 36 years old, unmarried.

You knew her father.

He worked here in Hastings.

She worked in London.

She was a personal secretary at Empire & European Foods.

Her name was Agnes Browne.

- You never disappoint me, Miss Pierce.

- You feel responsible.

- Yes, I do.

That's the reason I can't oblige you until this business is finished.

- You know you're disobeying orders?

- I also know there's not much you can do about it.

- Be careful, Mr. Beck.

- I'll keep my eyes open for you, Miss Pierce.

(dramatic music) - Left.

Left.

Left.

♪ War is driving Hitler back but here's one way to win it ♪ ♪ Just give the salvage boys the sack ♪ ♪ And see there's plenty in it - All right, squad, attention!

Right.

Now I'm sure you'll all agree salvage collection is just as hard work as Home Guard maneuvers.

- It's harder.

- Absolutely, Brian.

And that we're just as entitled to buns and lemonade.

Right.

Fall out.

(thrilling instrumental music) - [Brian] Pass me one.

- [Tim] Okay.

- [Samantha] Hm.

- [Christopher] Did you find him?

- No, sir.

But I spoke to his sister Lucy.

She asked after you.

- Oh, did she?

Not very flattering, I bet.

I was involved in his arrest.

- Yes, I looked at his record.

I'm surprised his sentence was so short.

- Well, Stephen Beck defended him.

Almost took the case apart.

- Almost, but not quite.

- There was definitely a sympathy vote from the judge.

- Three months?

- Mm.

Where are we going to find him?

- Actually, you'll see him later on today.

He's with the Home Guard.

- [Christopher] All right, I'll look out for him.

- And would you let me know if he has a cut on his hand?

- A cut?

- Uh, Mr. Foyle, sir, Brigadier Harcourt's compliments.

He's sent you a driver.

- Where's Sam?

- Oh, she's gone off with those young salvage collectors.

- Mr. Foyle.

- Devlin.

Devlin, this is Milner.

Milner, Captain Devlin.

- How do you do?

I've heard a lot about you.

- You got my old office, I understand.

- [Milner] Yes.

- I miss it.

Brigadier Harcourt suggested I might pick you up, sir.

And take it you still don't drive.

- Well, that's right.

- Good to meet you, er... Milner.

Are you working on anything at the moment, sir?

- Not very much if the truth be known.

A burglary call days ago at the Walker place.

- Did they take very much?

- Apparently not.

They were frightened off before they could steal anything, but they managed to drug a couple of dogs and open a pretty sophisticated American safe.

Remind you of anybody?

- Harry Markham.

- Mm.

- [Devlin] He's out, isn't he?

- He is.

- Why did he only get three months, sir?

The judge got it wrong.

I couldn't believe it when I heard it.

That lawyer of his.

Not even English.

- His lawyer is a friend of mine, Devlin.

- Sorry, sir, no disrespect, but he made fools of us.

They both did.

- Well, it could have been worse.

- Oh?

What makes you think that Harry Markham was a nasty piece of work (mumbling).

When you've been lying in a field hospital with your face wrapped in bandages, you can't see, you don't know if you'll ever see.

People like Markham should be shot.

- Right.

- Never mind.

Nearly there.

(dramatic music) - Where's the replacement radio?

The number 18 set from Ringford platoon.

Ah, Philby, not on your way yet?

- Just about to leave now, sir.

- You should be on your way to Chawleigh Camp.

- Yes, I know, sir.

- By the way, I had a call from the military police.

Running out of personnel!

Would you believe it?!

They need you to set a couple of men on the lower wood on the Greenwood Estate, uh, just to keep the public away.

We can't have people wondering about where there's live ammunition.

- Right, sir.

(people murmuring) - Oh, Mr. Foyle.

- Mr. Walker.

- I was told you were here so I came to see you.

I think I owe you an apology.

- What for?

- Well, Father and I were talking and we realize now we were quite wrong not to have contacted you about what happened at the hall and... Oh, really, just to say that we're certain nothing was taken.

- Ooh, I'm very pleased to hear it.

- Hello, Philby.

- Oh.

Hello, Simon.

- How's it going?

- I'm just about to join my men.

- Philby!

This is temporary headquarters of the Home Guard Defending Forces.

I really don't think it should be open to civilians.

- Hello, I'm Simon Walker.

You're on my father's land.

- Ah, but this is temporarily my land, Mr. Walker.

And you are trespassing.

- Right.

Sorry.

(people murmuring) - Hello, Harry.

- Connor.

What do you want?

- What do you think?

- [Harry] I don't know.

- We've been looking for you, Harry.

You've been avoiding us.

- Why would I do that?

- You tell me.

- I haven't been avoiding you.

- Been reading about you, Harry.

- What?

- In the newspaper.

Greenwood Hall.

Someone broke in there a couple of days ago.

I wonder who that could have been.

- Nothing to do with me.

- No?

Bloody great safe, that's what we heard.

- Drugged the dogs on and put them nicely to sleep.

- [Connor] Always did have a soft spot, didn't you, Harry?

- If it had been Mike and me, the dogs would be dead.

- Had the police around, eh?

They must know it was you.

- I tell you...

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

- Well, I'm talking about an agreement we had the three of us had.

- An agreement, yeah.

- We work as a team.

- We weren't a team when I was being sent down.

- It was your tough luck!

- [Clarke] You're the one who got caught.

- Yeah, that's right, I got caught.

I went down, and I'm finished with it.

I'm not interested anymore.

- Yeah, that's what you told us, Harry.

We told you that was fine by us.

But if you ever changed your mind, remember?

All for one.

One for all.

That's what we said.

- I think he's forgotten.

- Yeah, I do, too.

If you have changed your mind, Harry, you know what that means?

It means it's just like the old days.

- Three-way split.

- [Connor] So why don't you tell us what you took from Greenwood Hall and where you got it stashed?

- You've got it all wrong.

I had nothing to do with it.

I never went near the place.

- You never were a good liar, Harry.

(thudding) (groaning) - [Clarke] Get up!

- You're with us, or you're against us.

It's as simple as that.

- Get away from me!

- I don't think you're listening!

(thudding) (groaning) (thudding) (groaning) - [Clarke] Where is it, Harry?!

(groaning) - What's going on here?

Connor, Clarke, what you think you're doing?

- Just a small disagreement, sir.

Nothing serious.

- Well, I'm not going to have you scrapping like this.

Not in uniform.

Get round the front and join the others.

- I'd watch out if I was you.

Can get very lonely in the woods all on your own.

Lot of live ammunition around.

(dramatic music) (truck engine humming) - All right.

Gather around.

The idea is to set up an observation post behind Chawleigh Camp looking down at the enemy from the ridge.

We see everything they do.

The camp is the Red's bridgehead.

So when the regulars move out, the brigadier knows when they're going and where they're going.

Got it?

- Yes, sir.

- We're right behind you, sir.

- We're the eyes and ears.

If there is an invasion, it's a vital role.

All right, everyone, form up, single file.

Hand signals only.

Not you, Markham.

I've got a special assignment.

(dramatic music) (dogs barking) - [Alice] Are you going out?

- Yes.

- [Alice] You said it was safer to stay in the house.

- Safer for you.

I thought I might keep an eye on things.

It is my land.

- Would you like me to come?

- No, no, no, I'll take the dogs.

(dogs barking) - [Alice] Is there something you're not telling me?

- What?

- Well, ever since Simon got back from his last trip you've been behaving so strangely.

Is it something to do with your business?

- I never discuss my business.

You know that.

- But your business is your life!

If you exclude me from that you exclude me from everything.

- That's nonsense.

(dramatic music) - [Alice] Were you like this with Joyce?

- Don't ask me about Joyce.

- Why not?

I know how much she meant to you.

I know how you must have felt losing her.

- I don't think you do.

- I know you'll never love me the way you loved her.

(dogs barking) I hate it here.

I feel like I'm living in her shadow, and the worst thing is you never talk about her.

You and Simon, you live in your own private world and no matter what I do I'm not allowed in.

Why can't we go back to London?

We've got the flat.

We were so, so happy there.

- These are difficult times, Alice.

Don't ask questions.

Just trust me.

Enjoy what we have.

I'm going out.

- Right-ho.

Now listen, we've got to get out of those trees onto the ridge.

We're gonna need sniper cover, so Connor and Clarke... Where the hell are they?

Well, I suppose they'll catch up.

Snell, you can provide cover.

Come on.

(dramatic music) - [Devlin] At last!

Thought you'd never get here, Mr. Philby.

- [Philby] What?

- I don't know whether I'm meant to say Bang or Hands up, but consider it said.

Now... Would you mind taking off your clothes?

- Still not working?

For heaven's sake, man, get on with it!

Oh, this is completely hopeless!

Have to get a message to Divisional HQ.

I don't suppose you've any ideas, Foyle?

- Uh, well, I don't have ideas, Brigadier, I'm only the referee.

- How much longer do you propose to keep us here?

I am a captain in the Home Guard, and you have no right... - First the radio, now this!

I don't know what the blue pencil's going on.

Come on, Taggart, we can't spend the whole exercise twiddling our thumbs here.

I have to be at Divisional HQ.

- Can we offer you a lift?

- You've got a car?

- Follow me.

(dramatic music) (car engine humming) (dramatic music) - Faulty equipment everywhere.

Where's the ammunition?

Chaps are lucky if they go out on a dusk-to-dawn patrol with a dozen rounds.

- [Christopher] We've found the front anyway.

- We're miles from the front.

I say, what's this?

Oh, splendid show.

Taking no chances, eh?

Real gumption.

(laughs) Excellent work.

What's your platoon?

- Sorry for it, Brigadier Harcourt, you've just been captured by the enemy.

Would you mind getting out, please, sir?

- This your idea, Devlin?

- Don't worry, Brigadier, we'll inform your HQ.

- But your men are wearing Home Guard uniforms, Captain Devlin!

Damn it, man, you're behind our lines!

This is not in the plan.

- Well, if Jerry does come, let's just hope he remembers to bring the plan with him, right, sir?

- What's the point of the exercise if you don't play by the rules?!

- The point is to teach the Home Guard how to deal with the Germans.

Lesson number one: don't believe everything you see.

- I hope your men realize that in the fields the enemy would be entitled to shoot them for wearing its uniforms.

- Lesson number two: in this war it's the winners who'll decide who gets shot.

- Ah, Foyle, you're the referee, tell him he can't do this.

- Oh, looks as if he already has.

- We'll try to make this brief incarceration as pleasant as possible, sir.

Landlord here pulls a good pint.

- Look, I'm going to leave you to it.

Gentlemen.

- But Foyle, you can't leave.

- Well, if I stay I'd only have to arrest you.

This pub should have closed an hour ago, you know.

- Take Brigadier Harcourt inside, will you?

And look after him.

Be right back.

(car engine humming) (dramatic music) (rustling) (dramatic music) (rustling) (dramatic music) (gun firing) - What's your name?

- Prentice, sir.

- Did you hear that?

That was a shot.

There shouldn't be any shooting in this zone.

(gun firing) For heaven's sake, Prentice, whatever your captain's planning, he'll have done it by now.

I think we should find out where that shooting is coming from.

The game is over.

Will you please let us go?

(gun firing) (rooster crying) - [Lucy] Harry?

- [Milner] Single bullet through the head.

Went right through.

An accident?

- Plenty of guns about, but this was the demarcation point, there shouldn't be any live ammunition here.

How many shots did he say?

- Three.

- What happened to the other two, then?

- And how did the killer miss twice?

Look at the burn marks.

He must have been right on top of him.

Why didn't he make a run for it?

You definitely heard three shots?

- Yes.

About half a minute apart.

I knew there was something wrong straightaway, but by the time I'd got here... Poor boy.

I gave him the order to guard the perimeter.

You were there when the brigadier requested it.

This was my fault.

- Sir, I've just heard.

I can't believe it!

We were running and just talking about him!

Almost seems like fate.

- Yes, doesn't it?

- Mind if I take a look at the body?

- I'd rather you didn't.

- Well, I only want to help, sir.

- Well, you could help by telling me what you did after you left the brigadier.

- What?

You don't think I could have had anything to do with all this?

- Well, you know, I have to ask.

- I was heading over to Divisional HQ to make my report.

- By car?

- No, sir, I thought I could make it on foot.

Then I heard about the accident, so I turned around.

Came straight back here.

- Well, whatever it is, it's not an accident.

- No, sir.

I can see that now.

- Right, thank you.

- Sir.

- Do you want me to check his story, sir?

- I should.

- [Samantha] Where to, sir?

- Greenwood Farm.

- You don't care about Harry, Mr. Foyle, because all you ever wanted was to see him in jail.

You even lied in court.

You knew what was going on and you didn't have any evidence against him!

You had no real evidence, so you decided to cheat!

- Your brother served three months for a crime he committed.

- I suppose the end justifies the means, is that it?

- I've never believed that.

- I don't know what I'm going to do now without him.

I don't know what I'm going to do!

(sobbing) - I'd like to help.

- How can you help me?

- Well, finding out who killed him would be a good start.

Did you know that he'd started burglary again?

- No, he told me he'd stopped.

- But you did know that he broke into Greenwood Hall?

- Yes, I knew, I knew it.

God, he promised me he was going to give up thieving, Mr. Foyle.

And then to think that... God, whatever he was doing at the hall, I know he was doing it for someone else, because a man came to the house.

It was the same day of the break-in.

- Did you see him?

- No, but he left this.

(dramatic music) - Any idea what he did with whatever it was he took?

- He told me it was being looked after by friends.

- Is that all he said?

- Oh, something about them being busy, but he could trust them.

- Which friends might these be?

- Oh, but there were these two people that he used to see all the time before he went to prison.

- And who are they?

- Connor.

Michael Connor and Albert Clarke.

- We had nothing to do with it.

- You have three convictions.

Burglary and assault.

Is that how you knew him?

You worked together?

According to your platoon commander, Mr. Philby, you disappeared in the wood, and that was just a few minutes before Harry Markham was shot dead.

- Yeah, we disappeared.

And what you think we were gonna do?

Go traipsing around (mumbling) on some stupid war game?

- We never saw him.

We never went near him.

- You'd already given him a beating.

- What?

It was a gentleman's disagreement.

- Did you want to work with him?

- Well, yeah.

We discussed it.

But he didn't want any part of it.

He said he'd had enough.

- And you didn't believe him.

- Oh, come on, you know as well as I do that he burgled Sir Reginald Walker's place.

- Absolutely, it's obvious.

- Look, we had nothing to do with it.

And you have got nothing on us.

So, what are you gonna do, eh?

Why don't you plant some more false evidence and hope this time a judge doesn't notice?

(traffic humming) (car honking) (knocking on door) - Sir Reginald, I have to speak to you.

- [Reginald] I'm very busy, Philby.

What do you want?

- I have to talk to you about this man Harold Markham.

- What about him?

- He was killed.

He was killed in your grounds.

I ordered him to stay on guard.

- Somebody accidentally let off a gun and killed him.

- That's not what the police say.

- You know, Philby, maybe you should get away for a while.

I noticed recently you seem to have been under a lot of strain.

- Well, this business in Switzerland.

- Of course, but we've broken no laws.

We've done nothing wrong.

- So you say.

- And you think otherwise?

- No.

- You're a good man, Philby.

And after the war you'll be a very wealthy one.

But you need to concentrate more on the wider canvas.

As it happens I have just the assignment for you.

Miss Patterson, could you book a call to our New York office?

- [Patterson] Yes, sir.

(dramatic music) (people murmuring) - [Stephen] Christopher.

- Stephen.

- Can I help?

- You remember Harry Markham?

- Markham!

(chuckles) I remember him well, of course.

I'm sure we both do.

- When did you last see him?

- About three or four days ago.

I...

Visited him at his farm.

- Why was that?

- You need to ask me that after what happened?

- Well, I'm not talking about what happened last year, I'm talking about now and the events leading up to his death.

- This is a murder investigation?

- It is.

(phone ringing) - I... Was interested in Markham because I was concerned about him.

After he came out of prison, I saw him occasionally.

- You'd be surprised to learn, then, that on the same day you went to the farm he broke into the house of a local industrialist?

- Yes.

I would be very surprised.

- And I'd be very offended...

If I thought that you of all people would imagine that I wouldn't know when you weren't telling me the truth.

(dramatic music) - All right.

Markham was working for me.

I left Germany in February '35.

But what you may not know is that if I had stayed, I would almost certainly have been killed because I had been speaking out against the Nazis.

And in the end I was denounced.

Since then I have tried to fight my own war.

I'm collecting information about English businessmen who are cozy with the Nazis.

In particular, Sir Reginald Walker of Empire & European Foods.

Do you know what they do?

- They make margarine.

- Yes, amongst other things.

But let's stick with margarine for the moment.

Germany has lost access to all sorts of food resources.

Edible oils and fats are in short supply, and without them you can't make a whole range of foods.

You can't cook.

You can't make soap or detergent.

You can't even make margarine.

So if the food system breaks down, it all breaks down.

You won't win a war if you can't feed your people.

Now... A week ago Simon Walker was in Geneva dealing directly with an SS officer working for the Reich's Kommissariat.

- Right.

Well...

If they own the company and are still dealing with the Germans, they're contravening the Trading With The Enemy Act and they face prison.

- But you'd need evidence.

- Which you sent Markham to get?

- [Stephen] Yeah.

- And the evidence is what?

- There was a letter Simon Walker brought with him from Switzerland.

It was an agreement between Empire & European Foods and the Reich's Kommissariat.

It was, in essence, a trading agreement between Sir Reginald Walker and the Third Reich.

- How do you know about that?

- It doesn't matter.

Let me show you something.

(dramatic music) My dear wife Anna did not live long after she came home.

I've never spoken to you of my son.

He would be the same age as your son.

But we left him in Germany.

We... Lost him to the Nazis.

- I'm sorry.

- I don't ask for your pity, Christopher, just your understanding.

Don't be surprised if my sense of morality is a little frayed at the edges.

- This letter would have been enough, do you think?

- I believe so.

- Is this what he found in the safe?

- Certainly Markham found something.

Whatever it was, I believe they killed him to get it back.

(dramatic music) - Are you really sure it's murder?

There were maneuvers in progress.

Plenty of room for error.

- Well, the evidence suggests it's highly unlikely to have been an accident.

- I don't suppose it has anything to do with me.

- Oh, well, on the contrary, it might have a great deal to do with you since we believe it was Markham who broke into your house.

- Really?

- And the shot wounds we found in his shoulder and on his back rather give the lie to your son's claim to have fired in the air.

- It was pitch dark.

Nobody knew quite what had happened.

I think you should be careful what you say, Chief Superintendent.

My son did not lie.

- Still rather puzzled why you didn't want to report the break-in.

- I've already explained.

- It wasn't anything to do with certain papers that might have been taken from the safe?

- Papers?

- Relating to your son's visit to Switzerland.

- Nothing was taken.

I told you that.

Let me tell you something, Mr. Foyle: you may be at war, but I'm not.

Because business is bigger than war.

I can give you a dozen British companies, household names, that are involved in Germany.

Petrol, food, automobiles.

Do you know since the Nazis marched into Paris sales of cars in France have actually increased?

And why not?

The bombs that are falling on London now are being dropped by planes which were designed by our so-called friends.

War doesn't matter!

You and I don't matter!

Business will go on!

- Oh, thank you for that fascinating insight.

One of your directors, Philby, he was with the Home Guard.

How do I get to speak to him?

- I'm very sorry, he left just a little while ago.

You've missed him.

- [Brian] We have to go round the back.

- [Tim] Why?

- I don't know, it's just what happens when people have these great big houses, you just go round the back.

- You know what Miss Stewart said.

- What?

- We're not meant to respass.

- Respass?

- Trespass, I don't know.

- We're not trespassing.

Anyway, look at all the stuff they're burning.

It's a waste!

Look, if we don't collect that salvage, we're never gonna win the prize.

Come on, then.

(cheerful instrumental music) Keep watch.

(cheerful instrumental music) - Are you sure about this, Pa?

- I would always have preferred to have kept nothing in writing.

- What about after the war?

- There are copies in Switzerland.

All this must go.

- You're not panicking?

- No panicking, no, but there are certain pressures on us.

This man Foyle.

The death of Markham.

You don't know anything about that, do you?

- Of course not.

I needed him alive.

- Exactly, we both did.

- What are you two up to?

- Nothing.

(fire crackling) (cheerful instrumental music) - How much more?

- We're almost done.

- You seem to have invited some children to your bonfire party.

- [Reginald] What?!

Simon, you bloody fool!

- [Simon] What?

- [Reginald] Stop them!

- How?

- Set the dogs on them!

- You can't be serious!

They're children for God's sake!

- They're thieves, Alice, and I'm protecting my property!

- [Alice] But you can't!

Not like this.

- You don't understand!

- No, I don't!

What's so important about these papers?!

- I've already told you, you stupid woman, it's my business!

- Come on, quickly!

- [Tim] I'm coming.

- [Brian] But you're not fast enough.

- [Tim] I'm coming!

- [Brian] No, you're not.

Hurry up!

- I'm trying as hard as I can.

(dogs barking) - Watch out for the dogs!

(dogs barking) - [Brian] Get over the wall.

- [Tim] Okay.

- [Brian] Well, quickly, then.

- [Tim] I am!

(dogs barking) - [Brian] Can you get up?

- [Tim] Ah!

- [Brian] Tim!

- [Tim] The papers!

- Forget them!

(dogs barking) Are you all right?

(dogs barking) - [Tim] Ah, my leg!

(dogs barking) - We can't give you any more time, Mr. Beck.

- I have a feeling my business in England may already be over.

When am I leaving?

- Saturday night.

If I could rearrange the war to suit your own schedule, I'd gladly do it, but I'm afraid it's not as simple as that.

- Life isn't just about a schedule, Miss Pierce.

Sir Reginald Walker and his son have rearranged my entire life.

- And now there are other people's lives at stake.

The people who will fly you to Germany, the people who will meet you, the people who have agreed to help you.

- Yes.

(door creaks) - We can't wait any longer.

- Just promise me one thing.

This business with the Walkers, you won't give up!

- There's a Detective Chief Superintendent Foyle working on the case?

- Yes.

- He won't give up.

- Sir.

(knocking on door) - You finished?

- Yes, sir.

I spoke to the Home Guard about Devlin's movements before the shots were fired.

- And?

- There still about 10 minutes unaccounted for.

He could have made his way to Divisional HQ as he said, but he could have doubled back.

- Right.

See this?

- [Milner] "London secretary falls to her death."

- She fell from the Empire & European Foods building.

Dig out what you can about it, will you?

- Yes, sir.

It says her father lives in Hastings.

- Good place to start.

(cheerful instrumental music) (children murmuring) - Oh, hi.

- Let me see.

Ooh!

Wounded in action.

- Yes, miss.

- [Samantha] You were salvaging paper?

Where?

- We were at this hall, Sir Reginald Walker's place.

He set his dogs on us.

They were German dogs.

- Roverman.

- Oh, Roverman.

I think you mean Doberman.

Tim, we'll have to drive you to hospital.

Have you told his parents?

- No.

If you think that's bad, you should see what his dad will do.

- He's gonna have to know sometime.

Come one, help me get him into the car.

Here we go.

(dramatic music) - I just want to say that I'm extremely sorry that I spoke to you in the way that I did.

I will of course see that the child is all right, and give some sort of compensation if necessary.

It was a complete loss of control.

It will never happen again.

- It wasn't control that you lost.

It was the pretense.

- [Reginald] I'm sorry?

- That you're a civilized man.

- [Milner] Mr. Browne?

- Yes.

Sergeant Milner, isn't it?

- Yes, sir.

- I never forget a witness.

The pottery workers.

One strangled the other with a belt.

- I've come to talk to you about your daughter Agnes.

I'm sorry about your loss.

- I've got nothing to say about Agnes.

- She worked as a secretary at Empire & European Foods in London?

- [Mr. Browne] Yes.

- And there was an accident?

- That's what they said, yes.

- Did you not believe them?

- I've spent my whole life working for justice.

Well, the police investigated, and they say she fell.

And that's the justice that I got.

My Agnes would never have fallen out of a window.

She was scared of heights.

If the window had been open, she wouldn't have gone near.

- Did you tell the police this?

- Of course I told them.

But it's a big company.

Big business.

Sir Reginald Walker.

They didn't want any scandal.

- You didn't talk to anyone?

- I talked to Mr. Beck.

Of course, he felt bad about it.

If it wasn't for him she wouldn't have been there.

He said there was nothing I could do.

There was no evidence.

No witnesses.

And he'd know, wouldn't he?

- Stephen Beck knew your daughter?

- Got her the job.

He saw it advertised and gave her a reference.

They were very close, the two of them.

Friends.

It wasn't his fault.

But I wish she'd never met him.

If it wasn't for Mr. Beck she'd still be here.

- Thank you.

- Sorry I'm late, sir.

- Where have you been?

- I've been at the hospital.

- Are you all right?

- Yes.

I was visiting a friend, Tim Howard.

One of the salvage boys.

He was at Greenwood Hall yesterday evening.

And you won't believe it, but Sir Reginald Walker set his dogs on them.

Tim have been badly bitten.

- What were they up to?

- They were collecting paper.

Sir Reginald was burning it by the tons, so they took some and he went berserk.

- Do you know what they took?

Do you know where it is?

- Yes.

I'm afraid there's quite a bit of it.

The children have been bringing their stuff over for months.

- [Christopher] Hello, Brian.

- [Brian] Good morning, sir.

- Been busy?

- Tim nearly lost his leg.

It was eaten by a dog.

- Yes, so I heard.

So we need to find one or two of the papers that you took from the big house.

Know where they are?

- No.

- There's loads.

- Any of it been collected yet?

- No.

We need to keep them till we get the prize for collecting the most salvage.

If we don't, they'll never know how much we got.

- All right.

Would you know where you put it?

- Yeah, I'll show you.

It's in here.

- How's the leg, Tim?

- Getting better.

(intense instrumental music) - Right.

Let's get started.

- [Brian] We're definitely going to win this prize.

- [Tim] And the chocolate!

(intense instrumental music) - Lucy.

- [Lucy] Mr. Walker.

- [Simon] I just wanted to say how sorry I was to hear about your brother.

- Thank you.

- First your father and now him.

You must feel very much on your own.

- Well, you know-- - Look, if there's anything I can do to help... And there are some things we have to discuss.

(cow mooing) - Can I offer you some tea?

- Mm, thank you.

I realize it's very difficult, but I do have to talk to you about (mumbling) the rent.

Your brother left you six months behind.

- I'm not planning to stay, I'm gonna move on.

- But that doesn't help with the debt.

You know, the last thing I want to do is put you under any pressure, especially at a time like this.

- Mr. Walker, I don't know what I can do, because I don't have any money.

- I want to help.

Now, I don't suppose you ever... - What?

- (mumbling) you ever saw anything in your brother's possession that didn't belong to him?

- No.

- We're talking about a box.

About this big.

It's not really valuable, but it belonged to my mother before she died, and it was taken from the house.

- You don't know it was Harry that broke in.

- Well, no, we don't know that for certain, but it does seem most likely.

- I never saw anything.

- Lucy, I want to help you.

You're not helping me.

We can forget about the debt.

I can help you start again.

- Thank you.

- But I want it back, and if you try to sell it, I promise you you'll end up just like Harry.

Thanks for the tea.

(dramatic music) (door creaking) (dramatic music) - Simon?

What are you doing down here?

- Passing the time.

- You shouldn't be down here.

You left the door open.

- You're worried about your new wife, is that it?

You needn't be.

She's left you.

There's a letter on your desk.

I put her in a taxi.

You should have spent more time in Germany.

(dramatic music) Mummy loved it there, didn't she?

All those holidays before the war when we were a family.

- Simon-- - No.

People like us, people like who you used to be... We are the strong ones.

We are the ones who will make the new England.

(dramatic music) - [Christopher] You're leaving?

- I'm afraid so.

- [Christopher] Is this, uh... What you wanted?

- Do you know what this says?

- Well, my German's not quite up to it.

- It is agreed in return for full cooperation in the development of new food products, all property and assets previously seized will be returned to Empire & European Foods by the German Reich subsequent to...

Et cetera, et cetera...

Et cetera.

It is unambiguous.

- Would seem to be.

- How did you get this?

- With difficulty.

- Thank you.

- Well...

Thank you.

If I'm to do my job, how can I let you leave?

- Mm, sorry?

- You've instigated a burglary, which is against the law.

The man you recruited to commit the burglary has been murdered.

- You think I killed him?

- Well, I think you're responsible for his death, and in much the same way you're responsible for the death of Agnes Browne, the woman you put into Empire & European Foods.

A lot of people seem to lose their lives in close proximity to you.

- I told you, I'm fighting a war.

- Which makes your behavior ethically acceptable?

The Nazis might claim the same.

- I do what I have to.

- Help me understand why you shouldn't pay for this in exactly the same way that anyone else might have to.

- You're right.

I will try and help you if I can.

Please... Come with me.

(car engine humming) (bumping) This lady is, uh... Hilda Pierce.

Huh, at least that's what she calls herself.

I now work for her.

- Mr. Foyle.

- [Stephen] Can we tell him?

- No.

- But I think we will, anyway.

Miss Pierce represents an organization which is quite new to this country, but it can be briefly described as overseas intelligence.

They are sending me back to Germany because I still have contacts with the Communist and Socialist groups.

And my job is to help form a resistance.

- Mr. Beck leaves tomorrow night.

- It's extremely unlikely that I will return.

Agents such as myself do not last long.

- What about the letter?

- Miss Pierce will deal with that.

I have every faith in her.

There is one other thing you should know.

I once told you that I had been denounced and that was the reason why I had to leave.

It was my son who denounced me.

There was a boy he had met, an English boy, who was even more fanatical and anti-Semitic than the Nazis.

His name, this boy, was... Simon Walker.

Now do you understand?

You've been a good friend to me, Christopher.

I will miss our fishing trips together.

I will miss you.

(dramatic music) - Don't let him down.

- I'm rejoining my unit.

We're being sent to North Africa.

- Well, good luck.

- Thank you.

Sir, I...

I want to say...

I'm sorry about Markham.

- Sorry that he's dead or sorry about what happened six months ago?

- Would I need to apologize for that?

- Well, you tell me.

- He was guilty, sir.

- Well, yes, he was found guilty of breaking and entering, but the theft charge against him had to be dropped.

- Did it?

- Yes.

- Why, sir?

- The necklace that we submitted as primary evidence had to be withdrawn.

- Who withdrew it?

- [Christopher] I did.

- Why?

- Because, Devlin, it turned out to be you who took the necklace from the house he'd broken into.

It was you who planted it in Markham's own house.

You were so determined to see the man jailed that you wrecked the case against him to the point that the judge almost set him free.

You perverted the course of justice.

And what's more, he might still be alive if it hadn't been for your unforgivable interference.

- Even though I was in France...

When the case came to court... Why didn't you tell me what had happened?

- Because I chose not to disclose these details to the court or to you.

He was guilty, he was guilty despite the evidence, not because of it.

You'd chosen to fight for your country and were no longer around.

It seemed to serve no purpose.

- You could have had me charged.

- Yeah.

- You still could.

- Yeah.

(seagulls calling) I think you should go, don't you?

- Sir.

(seagulls calling) (organ music) ♪ Hobgoblin nor foul fiend ♪ Can daunt his spirit ♪ He knows he at the end ♪ Shall life inherit ♪ Then fancies fly away ♪ He'll fear not what men say ♪ He'll labor night and day to be a pilgrim ♪ ♪ Amen - I want to dedicate today's service to Stephen Beck... Who played the organ here on many occasions, but who was forced to leave our community quite suddenly... Due to an illness in his family.

He will be missed.

Thanks for all your hard work.

(murmuring) - I understand that Devlin has rejoined his unit, sir.

- [Christopher] Yes, that's right.

- [Milner] He's not a suspect?

- No, I think we can safely rule him out of the picture.

So your job's safe.

- [Vicar] So, you won the competition!

- Yes, that's right.

It was chocolate all around.

- I've eaten mine.

- It was well-deserved.

- Yes, they've been busy little bees, haven't you?

- Yeah.

- [Samantha] Come on, then.

- [Tim] Bye.

- Bye.

- Bye.

- Bye, Vicar.

- Bye.

Good morning.

- Good morning.

- Mr. Foyle.

I thought I should give you the bad news.

- Beck?

- No, no, he's all right as far as we know.

About the letter.

- What about it?

- It didn't work.

It should have, under normal circumstances it would have.

But Sir Reginald Walker has been more clever than we thought.

Of course he's making huge profits out of the Nazis.

But at the same time he's managed to persuade the British government, and he can use his contacts to their advantage.

He passes on low-grade information, they turn a blind eye.

Believe me, I made sure the letter went to the right people.

They just didn't want to know.

So he's trading with the enemy with the Government's unofficial blessing, is that it?

- Well, elements within the government, anyway.

And at the end of the day it's just a piece of paper.

That's what they say.

It isn't enough.

- What more do they want?

- They didn't say.

But I'm afraid, in the absence of any further evidence, Sir Reginald Walker is in the clear.

- Well, I appreciate your telling me.

Thank you for taking the trouble.

- I thought I owed it to Stephen Beck.

And it occurred to me that you might not want to give up.

Walker has his supporters, but there are plenty of people who dislike him as much as you and I.

(dramatic music) (bees buzzing) - [Lucy] There is something.

How did you know it would be there?

- Well, I didn't.

It's my driver who knows about these things.

- Do I, sir?

- Yeah.

But your brother told you.

- Did he?

No, he told me it was being looked after by friends.

- Do you have friends who, uh... - Oh, busy bees!

(bees buzzing) - [Simon] Where did you find it?

- It was in the beehive.

I was just telling the bees about Harry, because you have to do that when there's been a death, and that's where it was.

- You didn't tell anyone?

- No.

You sure it's not valuable?

It's so beautiful.

- It has sentimental value.

Thank you for returning it to us.

- I'll see myself out.

(dramatic music) - There you are, Pa, we got it back.

We're in the clear.

- The chances are it will work.

- No reason why not.

Oh, sir, here she comes, sir.

- [Reginald] Mr. Foyle.

I didn't hear you announced.

What are you doing here?

- Well, I'm here to confirm that your property has been safely returned to you.

And to arrest your son for the murders of Harry Markham and Agnes Browne.

- I beg your pardon!

- What are you talking about?

- That's complete nonsense!

- I didn't kill Markham.

I had every reason to want him alive.

- Well, that's right, because he'd stolen that.

- Where's your proof?

- Well, you are.

On the day of the murder, for example, it wasn't me you were looking for at the Home Guard headquarters, it was him.

- Running short of personnel, would you believe it?

They need you to place a couple of men on the outskirts of the lower wood on the Greenwood Estate.

- Sir?

- To keep the public away.

Can't have people wandering around where's there's live ammunition.

- [Philby] Right, sir.

- [Simon] Oh, Mr. Foyle.

- Mr Walker.

- I was told you were here, so I came to see you.

I think I owe you an apology.

- [Christopher] Uh, but you didn't know I'd be there, Which is why you were very surprised to see me even though you tried to pretend you weren't.

You were looking for Markham and Philby.

You persuaded Philby to put Markham on guard you to your own estate so that you'd know exactly where he was and he'd be on his own.

- I'm just about to join my men.

- No doubt, as an employee of yours, Philby felt obliged to do it.

And since he's the one man who can implicate you in the death, it's probably the reason why he's not around.

Where did you post him?

- He's at our American office.

- Markham was a thief.

He stole from us, but I had no reason to kill him.

- Well, you didn't intend to, did you?

Lots of games going on that afternoon.

There were blanks and live ammunition used in the Home Guard exercise, and you used blanks and live ammunition in the game that you were playing with Markham.

(gun firing) - Hello, Harry.

- [Harry] Mr. Walker.

- I wouldn't do that if I were you.

That last shot I fired to you was a blank.

This one is real.

- What are you doing, Mr. Walker?

- Russian roulette.

That gives you a one-in-six chance.

(gun firing) Lucky.

- Bloody hell!

- The box you stole from my father's safe, I want to know where it is, and you know you don't have too many chances to tell the truth.

- You're making a mistake, it wasn't me.

- This next bullet could be the one.

Not just a bang, but the one.

- You won't do it.

I never went anywhere near!

You're making a mistake.

- Gambling man, are you, Harry?

- Oh, you're mad!

- Well, let's try again.

(rattling) - Simon, please.

(gun firing) - You didn't mean to kill him, did you?

He got the live round before you got the information.

You rather wanted to know where he'd hidden the box.

Three shots, half a minute apart.

Only one bullet hole because there was only one live bullet.

The other two were blanks, which produced the scorch marks on his face.

- Simon.

- I'm afraid it's true, Pa. You killed him!

- Yeah, it happened just like he said.

I didn't mean to.

But I'm strong.

I don't care what happens to me.

The business will go on and when the Germans win the war we'll be remembered as heroes.

- And it was also you who murdered Agnes Browne.

- I will not listen to any more of this!

- Yes, I killed her!

I heard her on the telephone, and, well, you know what happened.

(dramatic music) (screaming) You see, that's what I learned in Germany: when someone gets in your way you have to act.

That's the genius of Hitler.

In a way, that makes him the greatest businessman of all.

(dramatic music) - Mr. Walker.

- Simon.

My God!

- Where's your wife?

- She's left me.

- Not much of a day for you, is it?

Your wife, your son...

Your business.

- My business?

- Do you know what this is?

- [Reginald] It's a gift.

- But do you know what it is?

- It's solid gold, and it's a gift given... To my company in recognition of successful trade relations.

- A gift from who?

- The Office for Trade.

- The German Office for Trade?

- Yes.

- And you didn't disclose its theft because...?

- Because my son did not declare it.

He smuggled it into this country from Switzerland a few weeks ago.

- Well, you're right, it is solid gold.

It hasn't been declared.

It certainly only came into the country recently.

And it might well have come from the trade office originally, but it's first of all come through a department of the Third Reich called the Firmenverkehrsstelle, the property transfer office, which deals with and processes property acquired by the Nazis.

(dramatic music) All right, this is a Jewish artifact, made in Frankfurt in the 18th Century by Jeremiah Sobel.

And until six weeks ago, it belonged to a family called the Rothenbergs, who used it as a prayer book holder.

The family, all four of them, were shot, and their home looted by the Nazis.

Once it's generally known that you're a beneficiary of this Nazi reallocation of property, how long do you think you and your company have got?

(dramatic music) One or two things bigger than business, wouldn't you say?

(dramatic music) - Aren't you going to arrest me?

- Well, on behalf of a very dear friend of mine...

I'd say it was no longer necessary.

(dramatic music) (gun firing) - [Simon] What?!

- [Milner] Hold on to him.

- [Simon] Father!

(men murmuring) Father!

(dramatic music)