All language subtitles for Foyles War - S03E03 - They Fought in the Fields

Enemy aircraft, 260 degrees.
Which height?

Difficult to say.

Damn! It's been hit!
Gottlieb.

It's going under.
I can't stear it longer.

Gottlieb is dead.

We have to run.

I can't control the machine.

We're doomed.
We're going under.

Our position is 46 degrees north,
four degrees south.

Out!

Walk on.

Whoa! Whoa, boys. That's it.

Good boys.

Come on. Come on.

Good girls. That's it.

Hard to believe it's spring, sir,

what with the air raids.
Plane crashes.

Road blocks. How many
have we been through? 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.

Much appreciated,
Chief Superintendent.

We're stretched pretty thin.

Three of their planes down
and one of ours.

I shouldn't look, miss. The chute
didn't open. He's a bit of a mess.

Has that been cut?
Looks like it.

Two more of them landed safely
across the valley.

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

The dogs picked up their scent.
Now, it seems

they were heading that way.
Back towards the plane?

Yes. Yes. It looks like it.

We should take a look.

All right?

God bless America!
We paid for it.

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

Why do you have to be so rude?
Why do you have to stay here

and not in the hostel?
Because the Land Army billeted me.

Rose and Joan stay here.
We have cows to milk at 5am.

Do you want to help us?

How the hell
did you pull that one off?

I put in for one of them
14 months ago.

You won't need one
if they took your farm.

If you and you pals on the committee
threaten me and my farm,

if you set foot on it,
I'll blow your heads off!

You step out of my yard, Curling!

Get off him!
Get out of it!

Get off my land, boy!

A Dornier, I'd say, sir,
from the tail.

Three crew.

One of them's still in there.

I fished 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?

Yes, sir.

God will be with you.

Tom's home day after tomorrow.
That's of no interest to you.

You think
you're going to snare my boy?

Yeah. Why shouldn't I?

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

I have worked hard -
You can always go back to London.

Sir, through there.

My back's killing me.

I'll leave you with lover boy.

I know. Don't make a scene.

For God's sake, Rose!

Stop!

That's all.

He's not armed.

Don't stand like that.

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.

The defective parachute
was meant for me.

What are you talking about?
I know too much

about the radar.
Be quiet!

They gave me
the defective parachute.

Damn! Be quiet.
What are your names?

First lieutenant Schimmel.

And yours?

Sabartovski.
Right.

The plane you arrived in needs
only a crew of three, it seems.

There were four of you. One on the
plane. One in the valley, and you.

I was wondering if you'd...

Right. Hande hoch. Hande hoch!

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.

Thank you for the tip-off.
Major...

We're very grateful for your help,

but we'd prefer it
if people didn't speak to prisoners.

We are the experts.
We run a very sophisticated show.

Amateur sleuthing is, of course,
understandable,

but...unhelpful.
Right.

Thank you.

Whoa!

Hello, lover boy.

Hey!

She's gone out, that Barbara.
And Tom's here.

I know.

Let's do it, then.

Oh!

Morning, sir.

Morning.

Is this how you found him?

Yes, sir.

Why wouldn't it be suicide, then?

There's no note.
And when they use a shotgun

don't they normally
blow their heads off?

Recently fired?
Recently fired, sir.

Recently drunk as well,
wouldn't you say?

Scotch?
Mm.

Is there a wife?

No, sir. But there's a son, Thomas.

He found the body.

Well, it was about 6am.

Cos I'd just arrived
from the barracks.

24-hour pass. On my bike.

There's Dad just dead in his chair.

Why would he have killed himself,
do you think?

I don't know.

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.
Well, thank you very much.

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

Are you not with them?
No. I don't work here.

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.

First impressions?
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.

Did you?
Curling was rabbiting.

Curling farms the land
just beside here.

Right.
Shooting all night he was.

Right close, an' all. Stupid man!

He was angry with Hugh - Mr Jackson.

Oh. Why was that?
You'd better ask him.

Right.

Where's erm...

..Mrs Jackson?
What do you mean?

Thomas's mother.
She pushed off with a farm labourer

10 or 12 years ago.

Oh. Fine. Thank you.

Ah. Leutnant Sabartovski.

Wie ich sehe, haben Sie etwas
Trockenes zum Anziehen bekommen.

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, sir.

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. 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.

Und?

Ging gut.

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 him.

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 everyone is
concerned we'll stick with suicide.

Until someone tells us otherwise.
Yeah, that sort of thing.

Sir...

..you'd better come.
Barbara Hicks has found a German.

Put your hands up,
you murdering Hun!

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

And you.
Is this your land?

It should be. Who are you?
We're the police.

Thank you for your help.
I think we can manage this now.

Are you Mr Curling.
Yes.

Get him out.

Pulse.

Steady, sir.

Hm. Where's that gone?

Luftwaffe lieutenant.

See if he's got any more ID.
Sir.

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

This man 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 identify farmer
as vital to British war effort.

Drop man with pinpoint accuracy
in tree at Jackson Farm.

Man assassinates target,
then returns to hang from tree.

So perhaps
not our main suspect, then.

Maybe not.

Someone could have taken his pistol

while he was hanging
half-conscious from the tree,

then used it to kill Jackson.
Yep.

Miss Hicks for instance?

Yep.

Get him into the car.
I'll have a word. Sir.

Have you found anything?
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.

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

But even if he fell during
the raid he wasn't here at 4am.

How do you know that?
I was here at 4am.

I came to get a glimpse
of the badgers.

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

The raid was over by 4am, wasn't it?

Yes. And 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...?

Because this is Quercus Robar.

Just as beautiful in the dark.

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.

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 living next door.

Mr Curling?

Yes.
Thank you.

Where did you get
your opinion of men?

Experience.

Danke.

He's rallying.

He seems very shaken, though.
May be a bit concussed.

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

Get him to the farmhouse. See what
he has to say when he comes round.

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

But no rush.
This is going to go into tomorrow.

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 has 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.

Them girls.

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

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

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.

Two years back I was ready to buy
some of his land.

Then he's on the committee.

He gets 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 plough.

They did that to a family at
Newnham. They told me to grow flax,

hoping I'd fail -
to give them some excuse.

It's far too temperamental a crop.
You have to pull it up by hand.

We've no drainage,
but his bottom meadow is perfect.

You never see the committee
forcing him to plough that up.

Why would he kill himself, then?

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.

This the chap, then?

Yes. We're waiting to interview him.

Major Cornwall. Prisoner of War
Interrogation Service. 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.
I'm not a farmer. I'm a policeman.

Perfectly understandable error.

There's been a murder,
and this man could help.

I don't give a damn.
He's coming with us.

Could you give us 20 minutes -
We have all the authority we need.

Take care of him. He has concussion.

Just to let you know I'm back, sir.
Thank you.

Ooh! Silk.
Mr Jackson's?

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 for today?
Haven't you?

Certainly.

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.

But what is it?

It's the Women's Land Army hostel.

Mr Foyle. You're very welcome.
Ellen McGee.

How do you do?
There's a separate little bit

for you boys to sleep in.
Very kind of you. Thank you.

Needs must. There's a war on.

And it's perfect timing for dinner.

Please.

Can I take your coat?

Thank you.

Roast beef! Roast potatoes!
Yorkshire.

You'll never guess
what's for pudding.

What?
Apple crumble.

With custard?
Mm. And there's bacon for breakfast.

Es tut mir leid.

Take him to the sanatorium.

Make sure he's comfortable.
Alles gut.

Heil Hitler.

Heil Hitler.

There.

Joan, don't you 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
an' all.

What are you doing?
Just trying to use the bathroom.

Why are you here?
Men aren't allowed in the hostel.

Absolutely right. They decided
to make an exception last night.

But you stay at the farm.
What are you doing here?

You expect me to stay at a place
where someone was murdered?

I didn't feel safe.

Right. He was murdered, was he?

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...

Just one moment.

Hello.

Katherine, I'd better dash.

Good morning, gentlemen.
Sorry to keep you.

Good morning. Sorry to trouble you.
I wonder if you can help us.

We're police, looking into
the incident at the Jacksons'.

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. That was what time?

At six.
Six. That was it? Just the one call?

No, there was another one
about 30 minutes earlier.

From the farm?
I can't be sure it was from there.

They rang off before I got there.

Understandable. That's all we need
to know. Thank you for your help.

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 shots from the
Jackson farm the morning he died?

Yes. One at five o'clock,

and 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.

Here they come again.

You keep your nerve. You hear me?

The pair of you.

We should get this dragged.

Right, sir.

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

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

Yes, sir. Is that all?
No. Not quite.

Go to the camp. Find out what the
Major has to say about Tom Jackson,

if we can speak to the chap
we pulled out of the tree.

You might also see
if he has any idea

that one of the other two we picked
up, the young lad, is not an airman.

You speak to the girls?
Not yet, sir.

Do. Let me know how you get on.

Rose, can I have a word?
Yeah.

Er...is this yours?

No. No, it isn't.

It's not.

Anyway, who are you to be asking?

True. Right.

Thank you.

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 Jackson died

I nearly bumped into a man
on a bicycle at the end of the lane.

I couldn't describe him.

Well, never mind.
He had a rucksack on his back.

Well, thank you.

Where did you get that?

This? I er...

It's mine.
What are you doing with it?

Oh, er...we er...

We were trying to decide what it
was doing in Hugh Jackson's bedroom.

When you've decided
would you let me know?

May I take it? Or is it Exhibit A?

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.
Perhaps when he's feeling better.

Perhaps.
You have a Private Tom Jackson here.

It was his father who was shot.
That's why he's on leave.

If you want to talk to him
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!

Mm-hm.

How often is this place cleaned?

The parlour and the shed are cleaned
morning and night after milking.

You kill animals here?
Not since we've been here.

Well, this blood on the floor here.

Do 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, five thirty.
Would you have heard them?

From five I was out on the tractor.

Oh. Doing what?
Harrowing.

Oh. What, in the dark?
Yeah. It's not that hard.

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

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

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?

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 you all spick-and-span, your
barnet done up like a Cornish pasty.

Look, I was drafted in from the MTC
to drive Mr Foyle.

Is he giving you one? Is that it?
Joanie.

Are you his fancy woman?
Is that how it works?

Joanie, just leave it. Come on.

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?
We've all got bikes,

but that ain't one of ours.

Right. Thank you.

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.

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.

Been busy?

Yeah. All work, no play.

Tom's story doesn't add up. There's
no explanation for where he was.

What do you think? Tom Jackson hated
his father and by killing him

stood to inherit a valuable farm.
So improving his chances

of getting Joan to marry him.

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.

And the German?

Yup. How did the gun
get to the farm?

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

Speak of the devil.
Got a puncture?

Would you like a lift?

Oh, thank you.

I can put your bicycle in the back.
That's very kind of you.

Not at all.
It's all part of the service.

How was your day, Miss Hicks?

Pretty good, thank you.

I found my quota of long, straight
suitable softwoods.

"Poles manufactured
for the purpose of."

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

I just love the woods
this time of year.

So do I.

Oh, excuse me, Herr Major.

Ah. Oberleutnant Schimmel.
Wie geht es Ihnen?

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.

I wondered where he was.

In the sanatorium. 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. Yes.

That's what the quack says.
Thank you.

You're very welcome.

Morning.

Morning, sir.

Are you all right?

Sir.
Sam.

Do I do enough
for the war effort, sir?

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?
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.

Just some rough clothes, sir.

I borrowed them from the girls
at the hostel. Just in case...

I see.

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
to the camp, will you? Yes, sir.

Are you all right, Rose?

Mm.

Hey. Hey!

Blast it.

Lover boy run off without you?

Shut up, will you?

You want to make me?
Put a sock in it, Joan.

Bleeding Yank rubbish!

Here.

You're flooding it.

I suppose Daddy has
a fleet of these on his estate.

No.

My cousin does.

Sorry to keep you waiting.
Not at all.

Please.
No, I won't, thank you.

I'm simply here
to speak to Raimund Weiser.

I'm afraid that won't be possible.
Ah.

Two or three attempts have been made
to speak to a man

likely to help in a murder enquiry.
All of which have been rejected.

It's a general rule
of the POW Interrogation Service...

So I may find myself
having to look into the extent

to which you're involved
with black market cigars.

Right. I see.

Very well.

But I shall be present. I won't have
you ruin all our hard work.

The debriefing of enemy flyers
is a delicate science.

You get anything useful
from the first two airmen?

I'm sure very few of our boys
shot down over there

blab their mouths
the moment they're caught.

So I'm not surprised
the Germans don't blab.

If one tries to intimidate them
they clam up.

We 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.
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.

Good morning.
How is it going?

Better, thank you.

Here is Detective Chief
Superintendent Foyle from the police.

Good morning.
Guten Morgen. Ich kenne ihn.

We know eachother.

I'll translate for you.
His English is non-existent.

Right.

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

The night when you were
shot down?

He came down into the trees?
Sie landenten im Wald?

I was unconscious.
I banged my head.

He was unconscious.
He banged his head.

Right.

This erm...pistol...

Where did this gun come from?

Do you know how you lost it?
When I was hanging in the tree.

I was barely conscious,
and then there was this woman.

And she took it.

He says a woman came and took it
when he was hanging from a tree.

But he was barely conscious.
And I

remember,
she was wearing a red jacket.

She had a red jacket on.
Blonde hair.

And she was attractive.

Blonde hair,
and 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 can 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.

Do you know,
he loved this meadow so much

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 plough up his precious field.

Generous he was...
with our sweat.

If you two get off your arses,
we'll have it done by dark.

Thanks to you.

Yeah. Thanks to you.

Hugh Jackson's wife ran off
with the farmhand 11 years ago.

His name was Andrew Neame.

Any idea where they went?

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.

That's a shame.

But then she was French.

Right.
Do you mind if I made a call?

No.

I don't know who he was,
but he was watching the farm.

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 the gun

and shot Hugh Jackson,
a man I barely knew?

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.
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.

What is it?

It looks like a grave. Freshly dug.

Sir.

Ah! Ah!
Thank you, Miss Hicks.

Mr Neame?

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?

Mrs Jackson.
Mrs Jackson not with you?

Only in my dreams, boy.

When did you last see her?
11 years ago.

May 2nd, 1930.

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.

You do.

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

They confirmed that he moved there
11 years ago, and he lived alone.

He went off the rails a bit and
hasn't been seen for a few years.

Sir.

Halt!

Load it up.

Come.
Why?

We are in danger.
We have to get out of here.

They'll shoot us.
Come on!

Stop the wagon!

Please! Don't shoot me, please!

You're all right, mate.
Bernard, check under there.

Come on out, you.

That's it.

That's the field done.

Dig for victory!

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 there.

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 'em.

To help bring 'em back alive.

The shot at 5am

that Curling heard,

was that the pig being killed?

Half taken away to be sold,

the rest hung at the back
of the milking parlour

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 see, everywhere
people are tightening their belts.

They're making sacrifices
for their country,

and the law takes
a dim view of the black market.

Don't give me "tightening 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.

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 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 ploughed.

What crime that is is beyond me.

Whether we like it or not,
profiteering is against the law.

Even though you may not have taken
part in it you knew all about it,

and it ought to have been reported.

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

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 organise 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 for receiving stolen goods.

Are you feeling any better?

What?

Sam and Joan told me

you've not been very well
a couple of times recently.

I'm fine.

Thank you.

Good.

Would that have had
anything to do with Hugh?

Would er...

..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.

No!

We was in love, see?

She wanted to get away.

We'd arranged it.

Ten past twelve 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
and wait to get caught.

But he's not the full shilling.

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

No. He's telling the truth.

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.

Poppies grow where untouched ground
has been disturbed after many years.

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

Isn't that right, sir?
Mm.

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

This is where he used to sit.

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

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.

Men! War!

This filthy, blasted, bloody war!

Sir!

Sir!

That's better.
I'm getting something now.

Try this.

Well -
Wait. Stop!

Did you hear?

..this tactic
of probing at the leg stump.

Did you hear?
That's where his weakness lies.

What is it?
Ssh.

Fooled by the variable bounce.
They're appealing.

Is it some sort of -
Ssh!

And he's given him! Leg before!
He's given him!

Bowled him leg stump there.
Must be the one that kept straight.

This is just mad!
We've had no cricket for two years.

Where's it coming from?

I don't know exactly. It might...

Cricket?

Yeah. Mad, innit?

From the West Indies or something,
it must be.

See, with them Jerries 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 drinking.

I didn't shoot him. Why would I?

Well, he... reported you
to the army authorities.

He didn't like your girlfriend much.

And er...

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?

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

because I wanted to get on
playing with my farm.

I just thought
she was going shopping 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 cos he had a broken heart.

When you think about it
she must be right.

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

No. Free to go.
You're having me on.

No. Joanie, just shut up
and say thank you.

Thank you.

Pleasure.
How are we going to get back?

A police escort. Come on.

Coming in, sir?

You go ahead.
I'll be there in a minute.

Here she comes! Here she comes!

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...

Hello.

I brought you this.
Well, that's kind of you.

Ginger beer.
Well, thank you.

The best they can do.

It's a nice dress.

Do you think so?
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. Not badly damaged, then?

Barely at all.
It 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.

My beautiful son is alive.
Thank God.

But er...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.

This is all Weiser's kit.

Flax. Flax stretches under tension.

This flax isn't stretched.
Would you agree?

It's pristine.

Salt.

Lieutenant Weiser.
Herr Cornwall.

How goes it?
Good, thank you.

Well, I trust you'll be comfortable
with the other prisoners.

Good luck.
Thank you.

Major, don't let him in there.

Who do you think you are
barging in?

You must not let him in there.
He's here to kill Sabartovski.

Explain yourself.

The sort of plane Sabartovski
came in needs a crew of three.

There were four. He's not an airman.
He's a technician.

He has information so valuable
the Germans want him dead.

There's already been one attempt
on his life.

We lose him,
we lose the information.

We tried to help you with this.
You resisted.

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

Corporal, close those gates!

Where is Sabartovski?

Where is he?

Weiser!

Schimmel?
Over there.

Weiser! Weiser!

Open!

Hold it! Open!

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 saw it had been intended for him.

Why would he tell you this?
He didn't. He told Schimmel.

In English?
In German.

The defective parachute
was meant for me.

I know too much about
the radar. Be quiet!

They didn't want me to survive.

They gave me the
defective parachute.

Be quiet.

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 didn't you tell me
you speak German?

Frankly, 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.

It's as good as his English.

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.

Blond hair, and attractive.

What information did Sabartovski
have that was so important?

He... 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.

It looked like perhaps there'd been

a new system onboard, which is why
they tried 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?
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.

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.

You got to the farmhouse
as he was putting through a call.

You shot him.

And replaced
the telephone receiver.

A man who drunk that much might have
been thought to have killed himself,

so you used his shotgun
to fake the suicide.

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.
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 civilised 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 civilised.

Wonderful night.
They wined and dined us.

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 ten
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

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
her 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.

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.