All language subtitles for Foyles War - S07E02 - Killing Time

(BOXERS GRUNT)

(MEN YELL)

Go on! Hit him! Hit him!
Come on!

Just hit him!

(US ACCENT) What's happening?
Shh!

(US ACCENT)
That's right! Come on, man.

MAN: He's gonna kill you!

(MEN BOO)

(LAUGHS)

(US ACCENT) That's enough.

One, two...

...three, four...

...five...

...six, seven...

...eight, nine...

The winner!
(MEN CHEER)

Good morning.

Firstly, I'd like to introduce DOS Foyle

and thank him for giving us his time
at such short notice.

Now, this committee
has been convened to discuss

a rather sensitive matter.

The council has received a request

from the commanding officer
at the American base

to introduce a colour bar
in Hastings.

I thought we should at least listen
to a few thoughts on the matter

from people like you,
who would have to implement it.

Major Wesker here
is the new liaison officer at the base,

and he's happy to answer
any questions.

(US ACCENT) Gentlemen.

Unfortunately, we've had
a growing number of incidents

between our coloured
and white troops.

Fighting has broken out in public,
and it seems to be getting worse

now that everyone
is itching to get stateside.

My commanding officer
feels a temporary colour bar

could avoid trouble
flaring up between the troops,

like it did at Bamber Bridge
a while back.

Bamber Bridge?

Yes, a brawl between
white and coloured soldiers in a local bar

escalated into a full-blown mutiny.

Well, why now'?
The war in Europe's over, after all.

You boys will be going home soon.
WESKER: Not quite.

The truth is, we can't use
our coloured troops

as part of the occupying force
in Europe.

Heinies don't take too kindly
to being bossed around by them.

So our coloured boys
are killing time

till we can free up enough transport
to ship them home.

They've been here a long time
doing nothing, so...tensions are rising.

How do you see this
working exactly?

Well, we could make some of the bars
whites only, some coloureds only.

We wouldn't restrict
our coloured soldiers,

we'd just separate them
like we do at the base.

Well, that's fine, except
this isn't America, it's Great Britain,

and we don't practise
segregation.

Quite right,
Detective Chief Superintendent.

The world would be a boring place
if we were all the same.

But these are exceptional times,
are they not?

Which is why, perhaps, it's important to
remember what we've been fighting for.

Freedom from oppression,
wasn't it?

Pointless destroying what we're
trying to protect, wouldn't you say?

(CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY

Foyle.

Tricky business,
this colour bar.

But it might be for the best,
just for a few months.

Right.

Let's, uh, mull it over.

We can reconvene
in a few days.

You can make
your recommendation then.

MAN ON RADIO: This is
the eight o'clock news from the BBC.

(BABY owes)

Here are the sausages.

Only one each, remember.
Yes.

Eggs ready yet'?
Nearly.

(BABY owes)

Oh, you hear that'?
Kept me up all night.

Morning.

Morning.

I hope she didn't give everyone
a sleepless night.

She's got colic.

Oh, I'm sure
nobody heard a thing.

There we go.

Excuse me.

Who'd have thought rationing
would get worse after the war?

Well, we've got to keep
them poor Germans fed.

How's your little girl'?
Did she have a bad night?

Did you hear her?
Just a bit. Wasn't that bad.

Wasn't that bad'? Sounded like
she was being tortured or something.

If she keeps this up,
we'll get thrown out, won't we'?

WOMAN: Don't be silly, course
you won't. Don't listen to Mr Hains here.

I don't know why anyone
would want to have children.

Well, that's not something you'll
have to worry about, is it, Mr Hains?

With your countenance,
no woman would have you.

Sam. Can I have a word?

Of course.
Um...

Well, the baby kept Mr Hains
awake last night.

And I think he might say something
to Mr Wainwright.

I told her to stop worrying
about him.

He'll be fine once he gets
his artificial arm.

Well! Lucy!

You'd think he was the only person
who'd suffered in the war.

He lost an arm!
Yeah, I lost a husband.

(SIGHS) Don't worry.

I'll put in a good word for you.
Oh, thank you.

(WATER SLOSH ES)

I'll be leaving. I'll pay for last night,
but you won't be seeing me again.

Something wrong'?

I didn't realise the kind of people
you had here.

It's a downright disgrace.

What is, exactly?

Any establishment that allows
loose women and their piccaninnies.

(SIGHS)

Mandy and the baby
are gonna put people off.

So'?

You don't want people like that
staying here anyway, do you?

Well, the way business is,
I can't be that choosy.

Look, I feel for her, Sam,
I do, but...

I need every penny I can get,
or I could lose this place.

Adam, she's just been
chucked out by her own family.

Now you want to
chuck her out as well.

I thought we were all
supposed to be in this together.

Isn't that what the war
was all about?

Mum.

I need...l need to talk to you.

Mum.

Can...can you
lend me some money'?

For...for the rent.

L...l promise
I'll pay you back.

I told you not to come back here.
I've got no time for you.

But don't...don't you even want
to see your granddaughter?

You ought never to have
kept that baby.

Other girls gave them away.

You should have waited
for Tommy.

He'd have seen you alright.

What's this got to do
with Tommy'?

Mum!

Mum, please!

I need milk for the baby!

(BABY owes)

(COINS FALL)

SOLDIER: Come on, guys! Let's go!
SOLDIER 2: We're going home!

SOLDIER 3:
Don't drop the garbage, boy.

Man, I am sick and tired

of watching these white boys go home
while we stand here

clearing their trash.

It could be worse.
We could still be fighting.

You don't want to get back to the States'?
Yeah, sure, I do.

Damn, Gabe, it's been so long. I can't
remember the sound of my girl's voice.

How long they gonna keep us here?
Listen, Paul, it's nearly over.

We'll be out of this man's army soon.
Let's just keep our heads down, huh?

MAN: You two.

Get back to work.

SOLDIER: Hey, boy!
Get this place cleaned up!

We're on the last transport
back to the States, Paul. Get used to it.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

How is she?
Can I have a peek?

Yeah.

Hello.

(TOY RATTLES)
Hello.

What's that'?

Thank you.

MAN DY: What's that?

Do you still see him?
The father?

No, not really.

Does he know
he has a daughter?

Yeah.

But I thought it best I didn't see him.
You know, best for him.

Well, what's best for you?

I can't think about myself.

The baby comes first.

My mum thinks
I've ruined my life.

She still hopes that I'll get back
with my old boyfriend Tommy.

Tommy...Tommy Duggan.

He's quite well known round here.
He's a boxer.

Oh, that's right.

He was a conchie, wasn't he?

The boxer who wouldn't fight.
I remember people talking about it.

They sent him away to
work on the land, up in Scotland.

He's been writing me letters, and
now they're sending him home again.

Does that worry you?

Well, he won't like it
that I've been with someone.

He always thought
he owned me.

I never encouraged him.

You know, I never wrote back.

I just don't want him
causing trouble.

(SEAGULLS CRY

(SPEAKS INAUDIBLY)

You're not thinking of getting back in the
ring, are you, Jimmy'? Things that bad'?

(LAUGHS)

Tommy!

Well, well.

You're a sight for sore eyes.

Last I heard,
you was up north.

Forestry and land drainage.

When'd you get back?
I just arrived.

I wondered if I'd
get me old room back.

Yeah.

Yeah, if...if, uh...if you need it.

I've missed this.

I've missed
the smell of the ring.

I'd like to fight again.

Ooh. I don't know. (CHUCKLES)

You'll be out of shape now.

It's been a few years.

I've never been fitter.
You try digging ditches 10 hours a day.

Well, I've got me hands pretty full down
the gym now, you know. New blood.

I was your best fighter.
The best I ever had.

I'll be honest, Tommy.

There's some bad feeling about you
around here.

We lost some good lads overseas.
People don't forget that easily.

I need to earn a few quid, Jimmy.

I'm planning on getting married.
Oh'?

Who's the lucky girl'?
Mandy. Who else?

I take it you haven't
spoken to her yet'?

Before you start, uh,
making plans,

you should.

L will. Don't worry.
I've got the ring and everything.

Yeah, well, like I say, you can stay here
till you get back on your feet again.

That's all I can do for you.

(KNOCKS)

Tommy.
Mrs Dean. Mandy in'?

She's not with us anymore,
Tommy.

She's at the guesthouse
on Highcliffe Street.

She won't be coming back here.
Why's that, then?

You'll have to speak to her
about that yourself.

Maybe you can
knock some sense into her.

Mandy, there's
someone here to see you.

Mandy.

When did you get back?
Today.

Excuse me. I have to
go and prepare supper.

Did you get my letters?

Yeah, I did.

I'm sorry I didn't write more.

Wasn't always easy.
It's alright.

It's not like we're
walking out anymore.

Well, I wanted to,
just the same.

There wasn't a day
when you weren't in my thoughts.

Things are different now.

I'm different.

I don't think about you
that way.

Well, you did once.

I went by your house.

Got the feeling you and your mum
had had a falling-out.

Yeah.

She didn't say why'?

(BABY CRIES UPSTAIRS)
Said you'd explain.

I'm sorry, Tommy.
What are you sorry about?

I have to see to the baby.

(BABY QUIETENS)

There we go.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

It's yours?

Her name's Catherine.

She's...
She's beautiful.

That's what she is.

I was gonna ask you
to marry me.

And what makes you think I'd say yes?
You won't get any other offers.

Not now.

(SLAMS DOOR)

(SLAMS DOOR)

(APPLIES HANDBRAKE

Miss? What's wrong'?

It's my husband.
He's hurt.

Well, I'm already late.

What's happened exactly?

(GUN CLICKS)
MAN: Don't move.

Had a good war, did we'?

(TAKES KEYS)
(ENGINE STOPS)

MAN: I only saw the girl.

Dark-haired.

I don't think I'd
recognise her again.

They disappeared into the woods
before I could get a decent look.

Mmm.

That's what you get
for playing the good Samaritan.

What is the bloody world
coming to?

Anything else
you remember?

She said something about
me having a good war.

I don't know
what she was implying.

Well, listen, as soon as we hear
anything, we'll let you know, of course.

Yes, well, let's make it sooner
rather than later, shall we'?

FOYLE: Yeah'?
Sir.

Mm-hm?
Detective Constable Hadley.

Ah. Right.

I'd just like to
take this opportunity

to say how much I'm
looking forward to working for you.

Oh, Jolly good.

How do you do?

I, um...l just heard
about this stick-up.

Anything you need me to do?

Well, apart from the obvious,
you mean?

Of course. Sorry, sir.

Ah, no. Beg your pardon.

Uh, check with the locals, see if they,
uh, saw or heard anything. Yeah?

Sir.

I can talk to my CO. You can
come back with me to the States.

Come and live in America?
Mm-hm.

MANDY: I love you, Gabe.
You know I do.

This is my home.
It's where I belong.

It seems to me
you don't belong anywhere,

not anymore.

(POT CRASHES)

Please, Gabe, you've got to go.
Let me see the baby.

Just for a minute.

If people find out you're the father,
something might happen to you.

I'm sorry, I couldn't bear that.

Mandy, I'm not leaving
without you and our baby.

You do want to be with me,
don't you?

More than anything.

Nobody heard or saw anything.

They must have
escaped on foot.

FOYLE'. Uh-huh.

Found something, sir?

Uh, an empty packet of flints.

HADLEY: The Yanks use these lighters.
FOYLE: Yeah.

Hard to get. They only sell them
in their PX stores.

Mm-hm. Mmm.

(PEOPLE LAUGH)

(HANDBRAKE CLICKS)

Move it.

'Bye.
'Bye.

MAN: Some locals are saying

they won't cooperate
with the colour bar if it is passed.

And?

If we agree to it,
people must comply.

Mmm, must they?

If you would issue a warning
of some kind,

let people know
that it's not a matter of choice.

I have to go.

Ahh!

I hope we can count
on your support.

Well, um,
see you at the meeting.

Pint of bitter, please.

Sorry. No bitter.

Well, what's that, then?

I said, no bitter.

Not for you.

(SIGHS)

Pint of bitter
when you're ready, please.

Certainly, Mr Foyle.

(LIQUID POURS)

It's for him.

Thank you.

(CASH REGISTER DINGS)

Do I know you?

You don't. I know you.

I saw you beat Eric Hanson.

Knockout in the third, wasn't it?
Second.

Pity you couldn't be bothered
to knock out a few Germans.

Boxing's a craft.

Killing, that's different.

A lot of people think
the Nazis had to be stopped. Don't you?

I'd put Mr Churchill
and Herr Hitler in the ring

and let 'em sort it out themselves.

Saved a lot of lives that way.
Um...

Not if, um, Hitler had...

...won with a knockout
in the second, it wouldn't.

My old man fought in the last war.
Do you remember that one?

The war to end all wars.
Yep.

When I was three,
he went into the garden shed

and blew his brains out
with his old army rifle.

Not long after that, they found my
mother dead with her head in the oven.

All that suffering,

and nothing changed,
and it'll be the same again this time.

If men said, “No, I'm not gonna fight,
not for anybody,”

then people like Hitler wouldn't have an
army to do his killing for him, would he?

Someone has to draw the line.

Thanks for the pint.

It's a pleasure.

Now, it is with some regret
that I say this, but...

...l think we should recommend
the colour bar be introduced.

I know there is some concern
about legality,

but the feeling is we can get round that
in the short term.

Does anyone else
have any thoughts'?

Well, I don't want
no trouble in my pubs.

So it's fine with me.

DOS Foyle.

You'll have to enforce this.

How do you feel?

Well, we'd probably agree

that the gratitude we owe
our American friends is considerable.

Many of them died
on the Normandy beaches

fighting for freedom and
protecting these islands in the process.

And it's probably a good moment
to remind ourselves

that not all of them were white.

Major Wesker assures us
that coloured troops

won't be discriminated against,
only separated,

but it's my opinion that, whatever you
call it, it sets a very shabby precedent.

These people are guests in our country
and should be treated,

at the very least, with respect.

Shall we take a vote on it?

A show of hands, perhaps?

Those in favour
of the temporary colour bar?

Those against?

We recommend to accept
the American proposition.

Thank you all for your time.

Sorry things didn't
go your way, Foyle.

Well, that's democracy for you.

TOMMY: Mandy!

Sorry about
what I said yesterday.

It's just the shock, that's all.

I do love you.

And I do want to marry you.

But I can't take on
someone else's child.

I just can't do that.

If you got the baby adopted,
I'd feel different.

She needs me.

She needs her mother.
You, of all people, should know that.

I'm sorry. I've got to go.

Mandy...

(MAN DY SOBS)

Everything alright?

Uh-huh.

I know it's none of my business,
but I couldn't help overhearing

you and that young soldier.

Is he the father?

Very handsome.

And you...love him?

Yes.

(SNIFFS)

I can't see a future. Can you?

Why not'?

That's what this ruddy war
was all about, wasn't it?

A better future
for all of us.

So, if you love him,
really love him...

...you ought to
follow your heart.

Why...why is everyone
so against us being together?

I mean, who cares about
the colour of his skin?

I keep thinking,
you know, what if...

...what if something happens to Gabe
just 'cause I'm his wife'?

(SNIFFS)

Couldn't live with meself.

See, things would be simpler
with Tommy. I could...give the baby up.

We could start again.

But you don't love Tommy.

At least the baby and Gabe
would be safe, wouldn't they?

You don't want to do anything
you'd regret.

I don't know
what to think anymore.

Tell you what.

Lucy's going
to the dance tonight.

You and I could join her
and...cheer ourselves up.

I can't. The baby.

Mr Hains could
keep an eye on her.

Mr Hains?

Why not'?

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

Coat on, Adam.
You're going to trip the light fantastic.

What?

SAM: If she wakes, it'll be
because she wants her bottle.

Come on.
Good luck.

We'll be back by 10:00.

(BABY FUSSES)

(BIG-BAND MUSIC PLAYS)

Oh, I love this song.

I fancy a dance, don't you?

So, what does everyone
fancy to drink?

It looks like
lemonade or squash.

SAM:
Lemonade for me, please.

Why isn't anyone dancing
with those girls?

Oh, the wallflowers'?

Also dared to be seen
with a coloured GI.

The white Yanks
won't go near 'em now.

Maybe I don't want
to dance with 'em anyway.

Oh, rats to them.
I'll dance with you.

I want to be Fred and Ginger,
not Ginger and Ginger.

(MEDIUM-TEMPO
BIG-BAND MUSIC PLAYS)

Come on, Gabe.
Enjoy yourself for once!

Maybe this wasn't
such a good idea.

Come on, let's blow.
No.

Come on, let's get out of here.
I'm staying.

Gabe.
I said, I'm staying.

PAUL: We don't want
no trouble.

(GABE LIGHTS CIGARETTE)

Come on, man, let's go.

Don't be alarmed, ma'am.
That's just one of our night fighters.

When he gets back
to the States,

we'll give him an injection
that'll turn him white again.

Is that what passes for humour
where you come from?

Yeah.

Hey.

May I have this dance?

These chaps
don't look too happy.

No. They don't, do they?

Fancy a dance?

Come on.

(HANDBRAKE CLICKS)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

You'll live.
Thanks, sir. It's very kind of you.

Not at all.

So, they were all soldiers?

Yeah.

And why would they do this?

They didn't like me
dancing with my girlfriend.

She's a local girl.

I see.

Is that a Black Dog'?

It is.

Do you fish?

Yeah. When I was a little boy,
I'd fish all day if I could.

You got Lady Caroline.

Yeah, that's a Ribs Flat.
That's right.

Oh, and these ones are...

Ooh.
I made those.

Man! Look at that.

Long hackle, small, neat head.

That's beautiful.

Isn't it?

You can have those.
No!

No, no, no. Don't worry.
I'll make some more.

We should get you
back to base.

Thank you.

We did make it very clear that it was
in everybody's best interests

if you coloured boys
stayed away from the local girls.

I know, sir.

But I have feelings
for the girl, sir.

I'd like your permission
to marry her, sir.

(SIGHS)

Alright, what's this girl's name?
Mandy Dean, sir.

And what are you gonna do
when you get back home?

You gonna take her back down
to South Carolina?

Interracial marriage is illegal
in 20 states, Private.

We could live in New York, sir.
Really? And do what?

I'm a musician, sir.
I know how to earn a living.

Alright. Listen to me, Kelly.

There is no point
you making a mistake

you are gonna regret
for the rest of your life.

Request declined.

She has a child, sir -
my child.

Forget the child.
I know it sounds harsh.

But I'm doing this
for your own good, Private.

I have seen this
too many times.

Girls like Miss Dean try and
trap Americans into marrying them.

You don't know her, sir.
She's not like that.

Private Kelly, I will arrange
a transfer for you as soon as possible.

In the meantime, you will not
see this girl. Do I make myself clear?

I don't want a transfer, sir.

I want to get married.

And nobody can make
that decision for me -

not you, not the army,
not nobody.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, well, she must be
something special, this girl.

She is, sir.

Very pretty.

You know, I'll have to interview her
before I sign any papers,

as will the chaplain.

There is a mountain of paperwork
to get through, and even then,

they might still
refuse her a visa.

I'll do whatever it takes, sir.

And so will Mandy.

Alright, Private.

Thank you, sir.

I knew this would happen.
This is exactly what I meant.

Mandy, I'm gonna be fine.
Look at you.

Listen, I'm gonna be fine.

Mandy...

Mandy, I need to know
if you'll be my wife.

Gabe, I love you
more than anything.

Of course I'll be your wife.

(LAUGHS) Hot diggity damn!

(BOTH LAUGH)

OK, OK, first... Now, listen.

We gotta meet Major Wesker.

You can see him today.

And we're gonna need
a British passport

and two copies
of your birth certificate.

I've got to write something called
an affidavit of support, which...

Hang on, a what?

An affidavit of support,
which he's gotta sign.

Wait a minute, Gabe.
What? What? What?

Well, I don't know if I can
get my birth certificate.

Why's that'?
Well, because my mum's got it.

And she's not talking to me, is she?
OK, relax, relax.

Before you know it,
we're gonna be in New York.

And then we're gonna
get a place in Harlem.

Harlem?
Mm-hm.

Like The Cotton Club and all of that'?
That's right.

Are there any
white people there?

Of course there are gonna be
white people there, Mandy.

We'll have
all kinds of friends, Mandy.

Trust me.

Gabe...
What?

I'm scared.

It's OK to be scared.

But sometimes you just gotta
close your eyes and jump.

We'd better go.

You go first.

Mandy, we don't need
to sneak around no more.

Please.

Please, for me.

OK.

(POUNDING ON DOOR)

(DRUNKENLY) Where is she?
Where's Mandy'?

She's not here.
You're lying.

Mandy! Mandy!

Mr Duggan, please!
You'll disturb our guests.

Mandy, I want to talk to ya!
What's all this noise about?

Is she up there?
No.

Now, go home
and sober up.

What's wrong
with you anyway'?

You should be happy enough
you're still in one piece.

Mr Duggan,
don't make me call the police.

She's causing more trouble
than it's worth.

(DOOR SLAMS)

Tommy Duggan, right?

What's it to you?

I hear you're a fighter.

You want to make some money'?
How'?

Bare-knuckle.

Go on.

At the barracks.

We run a book.

Keep it under your hat.

If our major finds out,
we'll all end up in the can.

What do I get?

£5.

Everything else is mine.

Just tell me when and where.
I'll let you know.

Sir!
Hello.

Thought you might like these.

Good golly!
Too much for me.

Thought you and the others
might like a decent meal.

That's very generous.

What a catch.

See you at 7:00?
Beg your pardon?

I can't possibly take your fish
and not invite you to share it.

There'll be tons
for everyone.

Very kind. See you at 7:00.

Thank you.

(HANDBRAKE CLICKS)

Any member of your family
ever been in prison?

No.

Sir.

Any member of your family
ever been affiliated with

or a member of
the Communist Party'?

I don't think so.

(CLEARS THROAT)

No, sir, sorry.
Definitely not.

OK.

And you
genuinely love this man?

Yeah, I do.

Are you prepared that you might not be
accepted by white people in America?

Yes.

Or coloured people,
for that matter?

Yes.

And you have the £10
for the visa?

She has.

Good.

OK, so, look,
I have to be sure

no coercion is involved
in your decision, Miss Dean.

You may have to
see me again.

She'd be glad to, sir.

Wouldn't you, Mandy'?
Yeah, of course.

Good.

Well, I can see why you
wanted to marry her, Kelly.

She's, um...

Well, she's very beautiful.

WESKER: Do you have your affidavit?
GABE: Sir.

(UNFOLDS PAPER)

Thank you.

OK, good.

Let me think it over.

(LAUGHS)

ADAM: Sorry, Mandy, that's my
final word. You have till the weekend.

MANDY: Oh, please!
What's going on?

She can't pay
this week's rent.

You don't understand. I need an address
so that I can apply for the visa!

Look, I'm sorry, I have my own problems.
I need to pay my mortgage.

Well, then.
I'll pay Mandy's rent for this week.

Sam!
Yeah, and I'll pay next week's.

I'm trying to run a business here,
Sam, not a charity.

She has till the weekend.

(MEN SHOUT OUTSIDE)

(BASKETBALL BOUNCES

You might like sleeping with
white-trash limey girls, boy,

but you'd better not be doing it
when you get home

or you will get a lot worse
than a beating.

You'd know all about white trash,
wouldn't you, Sergeant?

(BOUNCES BASKETBALL

Everyone's in the dining room.
Oh, right.

Food should be ready soon.
Good.

Can I get you a drink?
Please.

It'll have to be cider, I'm afraid.
Oh, I see. Alright.

Let me introduce everyone.

Um, this is
Miss Mandy Dean.

Hello.
Hello.

SAM: Miss Lucy Jones.
How do you do?

Mr Foyle.
How are you?

SAM: You two know each other?
We do.

Huh.

Mr Larry Hains.
FOYLE: How do you do?

SAM: Excuse me.

What are you doing?
Mashing potatoes.

With a wooden spoon?
I couldn't find the masher.

That's because
you don't have a masher.

There's no need
to be snippy with me.

To be honest,
I'm pretty browned off with you.

Threatening to chuck Mandy out like that
just doesn't seem like you.

That and the fact
you haven't turned the oven up!

Ah!

Look at it! It's raw.

Well, they're all so hungry,
maybe they won't notice.

I'm sorry, Sam.

I feel awful about the way
I treated Mandy.

It wasn't my finest hour,
I admit that.

I'm just...I'm worried
about losing this place.

I understand.

I've told her she can stay
until she gets her visa.

How's that'?

That's wonderful.

Thank you.

Now, let's bash on before
they all faint with hunger.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Don't stand on ceremony.

It looks delicious.

All Adam's work.

SAM: No end to his talents.

I haven't had a meal like this
in an age.

Pity you can't
feed the 5,000 with it.

You should just be thankful
for what you have, Mr Hains.

SAM: A toast.

To Mandy and Gabe.

ALL: Mandy and Gabe.
GABE: Thank you.

It's good to be amongst friends.

MAN DY: Isn't she beautiful'?
GABE: She looks just like her mum.

Well, thank you, Mr Foyle.
That was the tastiest fish I've ever had.

And the coffee, Gabe.
Haven't had real coffee in an age.

Well, it's the least I could do.

GABE: But I think Mr Foyle's
contribution was more impressive.

I mean, he had to
catch those fish.

Yeah, well, I'm just glad he did.
That's all I can say.

Don't, really. Not necessary.

FOYLE: Where did you lose your arm,
Larry, if you don't mind me asking?

Normandy.

It's a disgrace how long
he's been waiting for a prosthetic.

Where did you land?

Sword .

6th Division?

That's right.
FOYLE: Well...

You landed first, didn't you?
Took quite a hammering.

Yeah.

Well, if it, uh, wasn't for men like you,
I don't know quite where we'd be.

In a bloody
concentration camp, no doubt.

Thank you.

Baby alright?
Mmm.

She's fine. Sleeping.

You were at Normandy, Gabe.

How was it for you?

Lost half the company.

But I guess it's supposed to
make the world a better place, huh?

Well, let's hope so.

Can't get much worse.

Still don't know why you
want to fight for America,

the way they treat
coloured people over there.

Yeah, I know
what you're saying.

Yeah, I know a lot of musicians
that kept moving to avoid the draft.

GABE: They didn't give a damn
about the war.

Wasn't the Germans
kicking their butt every day.

No, sir.

It was their fellow Americans.

But as for me, I wanted to
go overseas to fight for democracy.

Now all we gotta do
is fight for it again back home.

That's the last of them to bed.

Would you like a nightcap?

Oh.

I thought you'd never ask.

I've got some
Empire port somewhere.

(APPLIES HANDBRAKE

Miss?

You alright?

Miss?

(GUN CLICKS)

This is the last thing
we need now,

what with local businesses
trying to get back on their feet.

You'll have to catch these people, Foyle,
soon as possible.

Did they say anything?

As a matter of fact, they had the audacity
to call me a war profiteer!

Ridiculous thing to say.

What?

You think they're picking on people
who have done well out of the war?

Well...

Hawkins. Now you.

I wasn't a war profiteer.

My factory helped build tanks,
for God's sake!

And I'd agree.

HADLEY: Sir, this conchie
called Duggan arrived back in town

the same time
as these hold-ups started.

It might be worth checking out his
whereabouts at the time of the robbery.

Call Eastbourne
and Brighton first.

See if they've had
any similar incidents, would you?

Yes, sir.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(TYRES SQUEAL

If you think it's bad here,
just wait till you get to the States.

He will never be able to see...

(BABY CRIES)
..his family again.

If he does,
they will lynch him.

And, believe me,
you do not want that.

Back in '33 in my home town,
there was a coloured boy

who was accused
of seeing a white girl.

Just seeing her, that's all.

And a mob of about 40 men
dragged him out of his house

and into a town square.

Well...

Word come there was
gonna be a lynching.

There was practically
a stampede to see it.

They strung him up
to a poplar tree.

But before they did, they deprived him
of his ears, his fingers, his toes.

And this guy's pleading for his life
all the time they're torturing him.

And then they castrated him.

I can still hear his screams
like it was yesterday.

I never heard
anything like it since.

No more thought given to his death
than that of a dog.

Now, is that what
you want for Gabe'?

(BABY owes)

(MEN CHEER
AND SHOUT ENCOURAGEMENT)

Sergeant.

SOLDIER:
Hey! Where are you going'?

(TEETH CRUNCH)

One, two,

three, four, five...

Come on, get up!

...seven, eight...

Alright, box.

Get out of here, boy!

(MEN SHOUT)

Paul!

SOLDIER: Darkie, you're going down!

SOLDIER: Get back in there!

Paul!

SOLDIER: Kick him! Kick him!

Get out of my way!

SOLDIER: Sarge!

SOLDIER 2: Get off!

Get off me!

SERGEANT: Get Kelly!

Get him!

(APPLIES HANDBRAKE

(GUN CLICKS)

Kelly! Where are you, boy?

Kelly, you better come back here, boy.

You can't hide forever, boy!

(PANTS)

(TWIGS CRUNCH)

You two, head north.

SERGEANT:
The rest of you, follow me.

Colley- Sir.

Go get Major Wesker.

We got a real problem here.

For Major Wesker.

OK. Over there
on the right, sir.

So this is where we found
Miss Dean's body. Um...

WESKER: Moved it
about an hour ago.

FOYLE: Without informing us'?
WESKER: Uh, yeah.

Thought that was best.

Technically, this is US soil.

Well, technically,
this soil is irrelevant.

The victim is a British civilian.
You had no right to move the body.

Right, well, with all due respect,
Detective, this is not your investigation.

Visiting Forces Bill 1942,
chapter 31, in fact, says it is.

FOYLE: Where is the body?

Uh, back at the base -
at the sick bay.

Get the coroner out here,
establish the time of death, will you?

Anybody check
for travel paths'?

Tra...'?

I'm sorry, I'm not with you.
Travel paths.

Animals, foxes in particular,
pick up evidence -

hair, clothing -
and take it with them.

Anybody check for this?

WESKER: Right. Uh... No.

None of my men
checked the...travel paths.

Uh, I can see that we should have
perhaps waited for you,

but we've had
quite a busy night here.

Our payroll got hijacked
last night.

Think it might be the same people
that robbed your friend Delmont.

Was the body found
before or after the robbery?

Uh, she was found after.
But he could have killed her before.

We've arrested Private Gabe Kelly
for murder.

Has he confessed'?
No, maintains he didn't do it.

Don't you think you might be
being a bit hasty, then?

He was the only person in the woods
at the time of her death, Detective.

Listen, I think she was getting nervous
about becoming a GI bride.

I could see that.

I think she changed her mind,
Kelly took it badly and he killed her.

Look, I like this kid.

Between you and me,
the top brass, really,

not gonna look much further.

A lot of the men in this division
are from the South.

I'm ashamed to say their opinion
of the Negro is extremely low.

This will just reinforce
their prejudices,

and they will want this wrapped up
as soon as possible.

I went to see the fight.

Tommy Duggan was taking on
one of our boys.

I was...l was a little drunk.

But I was happy, celebrating.

But then there was
some trouble.

I thought Calhoun was gonna kill me,
so...l ran into the woods.

He'd been looking for
an excuse, you know.

He didn't like the fact
that I was with Mandy - she's white.

Was he one of the group
that attacked you after the dance?

Can't say.

Go on.

Woke up at first light.

Walked back to the base.

They arrested me at the gates.

I thought it was
'cause I'd hit Calhoun, but...

I didn't know what happened
up until that point.

You and she on good terms?

She was a little worried
about going to the States, but...

She just needed time.

I didn't kill her, Mr Foyle.

I loved her.

Coroner's on his way, sir.
Good.

Well, listen, you stay here,
see what he has to say.

I'll send somebody
to pick you up.

And find out as much as you can about
the wages robbery as well, will you?

You'll be fine.

Can't believe he'd do that.

Kill the mother
of his own child.

Either of you see her
last night?

No. No, I didn't see her at all.
I thought she was up in her room.

She'd asked me to check on the baby,
um, from time to time.

She said she needed to talk to someone.
I presumed it was Gabe.

LUCY: She seemed, uh,
terribly anxious.

I was in my room till about 10:00.
I went for a walk, got back about 10:30.

I did get a glimpse of Mandy.
She was walking towards the base.

Alone, as far as I could see.

And happy to make a statement
to that effect?

Yeah.

Good.

Any news about your arm?

Not yet.

Can't come too soon,
I'd imagine.

It isn't Gabe.
Isn't it'?

It's obvious, isn't it?
It was Tommy Duggan.

Why would that be'?

Tommy killed her
in a fit of jealousy,

then went to the barracks
to fight.

Good way to cover up
any cuts or bruises he might have got

during the struggle.

I wonder what was so important,
for her to go out so late

and leave the baby like that.

Don't you?

JIMMY: He started drinking
as soon as he heard about Mandy.

Oi! Tommy!

JIMMY: Tommy!

Come on,
somebody here to see you.

(GROANS)
JIMMY: Come on, Tommy!

Mr Foyle wants to ask you
a few questions.

Oh, she's dead.
FOYLE: Yeah.

And there are
one or two out there think

you might well have had
something to do with it.

FOYLE: You see her last night?

No.

I was at the barracks
for the fight.

I waited for Calhoun
to give me money.

He never showed up.

I walked back here.

Is it true that she'd, um, changed
her mind about going to America?

I don't know.

She never said anything to me.

Do you think I killed her?

I didn't.

WESKER: Thank you. OK, 'bye.

Detective. Didn't expect
to see you again so soon.

Hoped it might be possible
to have a word with your sergeant.

Uh, yeah, sure.

You organised this fight.
ls that correct?

It's alright, Sergeant,
go ahead.

I got more important things
to worry about than your little sideline.

I did.

Did you see Mr Duggan
after the fight?

No. Had my hands full.

Some of the men
got a little bit out of control.

And there was the robbery.

Take the rap for that.

Normally, Sergeant Calhoun would
be there to escort the payroll inside.

Detective, I thought this was about
the murder of Mandy Dean.

Oh, it is. Uh, they could
well be connected.

Really? In what way?
Not sure, yet.

Thanks for your time, Sergeant.

Where can I find
the wages driver?

Follow me.

FOYLE: So, too dark to see either
of them. ls that what you're saying?

Yeah, they came up behind me
and held a gun to my head.

Thought I was a dead man.

They say anything?

He just said to put the box down
and then he knocked me out.

Hmm.

The wages always delivered
at the same time?

No. It varies.

And that's as much
as you can tell me?

Yeah, I'm sorry.
Alright. Thank you.

Thank you, Private.

Detective.

Please, come in.

Thank you.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

I'm off duty. You?

I'm afraid not.

So, is it possible the same people who
robbed our payroll killed Mandy Dean?

It is.

But you don't think so'?

Well, I don't know.

Whoever it was took a big risk,
don't you think?

You mean, they knew about the fight?
It can't be discounted.

Well, it seems everyone
knew about these fights except me.

I'd really like to get this cleared up
before I ship out.

Not that I particularly
want to go home or anything.

Kind of enjoyed the war.

You know, in many ways,
I don't really want it to end.

Don't get me wrong.
I don't mean to be flippant.

I lost friends.

But...

It's just that...

You know, back home,
I was a junior advertising executive,

trying to figure out ways to get people
to buy stuff they don't really need.

A nobody, really.

But here, in the army, uh...

I've had men relying on me.
I've had responsibilities that...

Anyway...

Can't say I'm looking forward to going
back home, become a nobody again.

Being a bit hard on yourself,
I'd say.

Well, maybe.

Did have plans,
start my own business.

So who knows? Maybe banks will look
more favourably on returning veterans.

In the meantime, if you could solve
this for me, I would greatly appreciate it.

Ham!

Seriously, though,

I got the top brass
breathing down my neck.

They want to put Kelly on trial
as soon as possible, and...

...l don't think I can
stall them much longer.

(BABY FUSSES)

I'm not very good at this.
I couldn't stop her crying.

You look like a natural to me.

Well, it was this abacus
that did the trick.

I think she might be
a mathematician.

Do you?

I'd love to have kids.
Wouldn't you? Lots of them.

Enough for a cricket team.

Really?
Uh...

I wasn't suggesting that we...
that you and I...

Give me the baby.

You carry on
with the supper.

Hello, darling.

(CRIES)

Ooh...

(KEYS JANGLE)

(LOCKS DOOR)

Now, it's time
you told the truth, boy.

Otherwise, I swear to God,
I'm gonna make sure

that daughter of yours
never grows up.

You don't believe me?

I am a soldier.

I don't remember how many children
I've killed in this war.

What's the difference between
throwing fire onto a child

and throwing a child
onto the fire?

Do you understand me?

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello?
WESKER: Detective Foyle?

Major Wesker here.
Yep.

Yeah, I have
some interesting news.

Private Gabe Kelly
just confessed.

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

(SIGHS)

Can I help you?

Good morning.
I'm Mrs Phillips.

The welfare officer,
from Hastings Children's Department.

We're here for the baby.

(TAKES PAPER)

I understand you've confessed.

Anything you want to tell me?

This is a hanging offence.
You do know that'?

And there's still nothing
you want to say?

Looks like
we've found our killer.

It doesn't concern you

that this confession
might have been forced out of him?

If that was the case,
he would have told you, wouldn't he?

Depends who forced it.

Sergeant.

I never laid a hand on him, sir.
Really?

I know you think you can treat men
like Kelly the way you do back home,

but not here.

Not on this base, not in my outfit.
Do I make myself clear?

Yes, sir.

You can go.

I'll try to get
to the bottom of this.

But if Kelly doesn't retract
his confession, then...

...my hands are tied.

Are you Mr Foyle?

Yeah.
Yeah.

Gabe mentioned you.
Mm-hm?

Said you were a good man.
Who are you?

Private Paul Jennings, sir.
Mm-hm.

We heard Gabe confessed.
ls it true?

It is.

Now, you see,
that just can't be.

He wouldn't touch a hair on
Mandy's head. He was nuts about her.

We understand she changed her mind
about going to America.

Isn't that right?
No. No, no. No.

He was trying to find somewhere
for them to live in New York.

That's all.

Were you at the fight?
Yes, sir.

How did all that start?

Some guys just started
pushing us around.

They were mad at us
being there, I guess.

Normally, we wouldn't get past
the snowdrops, you know.

It was always white only.

But not this time?
No.

I swear to you, Mr Foyle,
Gabe did not do this.

His only crime is to see
the best in people.

Well, unfortunately, the facts
appear to suggest otherwise.

Good afternoon.

L suppose
it's for the best.

She couldn't stay here,
could she?

No.

They said it's very nice,
this children's home.

24 little ones,
most of them under 11.

On Sundays, they get to read
Mee's 'Encyclopedia'.

No. I don't suppose it's ideal.

She's not an orphan, Adam.

She has her own family.
They just don't want her.

She needs a young married couple
to adopt her.

Kind-hearted
and open-minded.

Somebody like us.

Except we're not a couple.

No.

No, we're not.

(HANDBRAKE CLICKS)

Well, well, well. If it isn't
Gentleman Jim Corbett.

What can I do for you?
Where's my money'?

You didn't finish the fight.
You owe me.

No, I don't.

I said, you owe me.
Oh, that's right. I forgot.

You're a real tough guy. I just wish
I had you with me on Omaha Beach.

Just give me my money!

Could have told
your grandchildren all about it,

told them how all along the sand,
men lay dead,

crushed by
their own landing craft,

or drowned in water
red with their friends' blood.

Yeah, you should have
been there, Tommy.

You could have killed
a few Krauts for us.

But that would have taken guts,
something you haven't got.

(GROANS)

Oh.

Just thought I'd put
some of Mandy's things away.

Could give 'em to the jumble sale
for the refugees.

Think she'd approve.

Her family may want them.

I doubt that, don't you?

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

Mrs Dean?

I'm a friend of Mandy's.

I was wondering if I could talk to you
about her daughter,

your granddaughter.

Catherine.

That's her name.

Did you know that'?

The council have put her
in a children's home.

Best place for her.
She's just a baby.

She should be
with her own family.

Give her to the father.

We don't want her.

Drinking won't
solve anything, lad.

It's not gonna change
what's happened.

Mr Duggan?
Might I have a word with you?

The lady's
speaking to you, Tommy.

Um, I was wondering -

well, hoping, really-
that you might help Mandy's little girl.

In what way?

SAM: I understand Mrs Dean
thinks quite highly of you.

You could get her to see sense
and give her a loving home.

Every child deserves that.
Don't you agree?

That baby's got
nothing to do with me.

You loved Mandy.

You wanted to marry her.

Well, that baby is part of her.

I said, it's got
nothing to do with me.

She'll grow up in an orphanage.
None of us want that, do we'?

It's got nothing to do with me.

(BOYS CHATTER)

BOY: I'm bowling!

I'm bowling, I'm bowling! I'm bowling.

Six runs!

Hello! Mind if I have a look
at your bat'?

Hey! Wait a minute!

ADAM:
These figures aren't good.

We're just covering costs
and no more.

I just found this
in Mandy's room.

I didn't know she wore a wig.
Did you?

Said they found it in a disused shed,
wrapped up in a blanket.

Who'd throw away
something like that'?

HADLEY: There aren't enough
to go round as it is.

FOYLE: Check that, would you?

Mr Hains in'?

Nothing to do with me.
I wish it was.

And if nobody claims it,
I'll have it.

FOYLE: Right.

I see.

Because you've been
waiting for yours, uh, how long'?

I got measured up
months ago.

Every time I ask 'em
what's going on, I get,

“Well, you'll have to
wait your turn, Mr Hains.

“There's a lot of people
in the same boat."

Have a look at that, please?

Do you mind?

Thank you.

'Invicta'. Latin.

That means 'invincible'.

Right.

FOYLE: RWK'?

No idea.
Got it from a Yank.

(SIGHS)

Well, since you, um, lied about losing
your arm on the Normandy beaches,

it'd be a mistake to assume you're
telling the truth about this, wouldn't it?

What do you mean?

Well, if you'd been there,
you'd have, uh, known

that it was 3rd Division
landed first on Sword Beach,

not the 6th,
as you agreed the other night.

It was mayhem.
Nobody knew what was going on!

'Invicta' is the motto of the RWK,
the Royal West Kents,

and this is the Africa Star.

You lost your arm at Alamein,
didn't you,

Mr Cole?

The name's Hains.

Well, this arm,
serial number 3736...

...was issued to Private Edward Cole,
Royal West Kents, April 2.

You've been using the name Hains
and only wearing this prosthetic

during the robberies
you've committed

in the belief that nobody
would suspect an amputee.

I don't know what you're talking about.
I told you, my name's Hains.

I've never heard of
Edward Cole.

Astonishing coincidence,
then, that...

...his ration book has just
been found in your luggage.

Sir, there's something else
you should see.

I'll keep an eye on him, sir.

I found it in Mandy's room.

Was she his accomplice,
do you think?

Well, if that were the case, she'd be able
to pay the rent, wouldn't she?

No, it wasn't her.

Afternoon, Sam.

LUCY: Mr Foyle.

Mrs Cole.

FOYLE: This yours?

FOYLE: Well, no, it's not looking good,
because it looks as if, uh, you killed her

after she found out that you and
your wife had committed the robberies.

Right?

The men you robbed
were all successful businessmen.

ls that a coincidence?

They made money
while our lads were dying.

Well, Delmont's factory
makes parts for tanks.

Where would you have been
in the Western Desert without tanks?

What would you know
about that'?

Well, that much.
Oh, right.

We were on patrol
west of the Alamein line.

Nobody told us
there was minefields out there

or what compass bearing
we were working on.

Nobody told us much.

And then the sky lit up.

And we thought it was Jerry.

And shrapnel was
coming down like rain.

And in the dark,
we could hear our sergeant,

a big bear of a man,
crying for his mother.

And then our 25-pounders opened up,
and I stood there,

the sky turning red,

thinking, “This is what
the end of the world will look like."

And in the panic,
an order was given

to attack a machine gun
that had opened up.

So we did.

And it was
our bloody machine gun.

Half the platoon was killed.

And my mate Alf,
he took four bullets in the gut,

and I held his hand
and I laid him down,

and he said, “Do something, mate.
Do something.”

And I pretended I don't know
what he's talking about.

But he's screaming at me,
“Do something!"

So I took my gun

and I put it next to his heart.

I pulled the trigger.

They told me later
I fell on a mine.

Doctor, he said it was a miracle
it was only my arm I lost.

Well, I don't know about that.

Because wherever God was
that night...

...he wasn't at Alamein.

LUCY: How did you know
we were married?

I didn't.

I could see you were a lot closer
than, uh, you were pretending to be.

How'?

Little things. Um...

The way you knew he takes sugar
in his coffee at dinner the other night.

Why did you kill her?

I liked Mandy.
She was a good girl.

People let her down, that's right,
but it wasn't me.

No'?
No.

It was Tommy, her family,
this town.

They let her down.

Your husband thinks
the robberies were justified

because he was punishing
war profiteers.

Is that the way you see it?

Yes.

What kind of a world
are our boys coming back to?

Same old rules, same old people
making all the money.

Well, new government.

Some people seem to think
that's all gonna change now.

It'll be just the same
for the toffs.

Won't see them down the dole.

I've got a husband to look after.
He's crippled now.

What was I supposed to do?

Doesn't explain
the wages robbery.

Robbing rich businessmen
is one thing.

Stealing from soldiers
is something else entirely.

Not your idea?

We didn't kill Mandy, and we had
no intention of robbing the payroll.

We'd never have got involved
in anything like that.

COLE:
He blackmailed us into it.

Who'?

Sergeant Calhoun.

After Delmont, we thought we'd
do one more robbery, then move on.

We'd been pushing our luck
around here, but...

We didn't expect an army jeep,
not on that road.

He held a gun
to my wife's head.

There was nothing
I could do about it.

And he had a proposition.

COLE: He'd make sure
there was trouble, a brawl,

and whilst everyone was distracted,
we'd rob the payroll.

He said we'd get our fair share.

It was simple, really.

But we didn't see Mandy that night,

and that is
the God's honest truth.

And why would I believe that'?

She told me there was a soldier
at the base who could pull some strings,

um, help her and Gabe
get permission to marry quickly.

But I don't think the favour
was gonna come free of charge.

And she didn't say
who this was?

No. But I've got
a pretty good idea.

Calhoun. Who else?

We've got two people at the station who
will testify you set up the wages robbery.

Who'?

That's insulting my intelligence.

And there's enough circumstantial
evidence to link you to the murder.

I didn't kill anybody.

FOYLE: Well, it certainly
doesn't look like that.

Any jury's gonna see
that you despised this girl

because she
slept with a black GI.

You offered her help
in exchange for sexual favours.

You strangled her
when she refused.

And you forced Private Kelly
to confess to the crime you committed

by threatening him with the thing
he cares most about - his daughter.

And if they don't hang you for it,
I'll be very surprised.

That isn't what happened.

Well, what do I care?

For the likes of you,
it's a fairly satisfactory result.

So if you're gonna tell me
what did happen,

it had better be good.

(BASKETBALL BOUNCES
AND IS CAUGHT)

You done with my office?

I have.

You done with
Sergeant Calhoun?

I have.

And you won't be surprised to hear
that he's not gonna take responsibility

for the murder you committed.

It was you she came to
for help, wasn't it?

(BOUNCES BASKETBALL

Wasn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah.

She was desperate
to get into the States.

Be part of a family.

She was a pretty girl.

What's a guy supposed to do?

(KNOCKS)

What is it?

We need to know when
the payroll is arriving, the exact time.

Well, I'll let you know
as soon as I can.

You just make sure that diversion
happens when we need it.

CALHOUN:
What is she doing here?

Never mind.

Just make sure those guys
know what they're doing, alright?

Does she know anything?

Sergeant, she won't be
a problem, alright?

Trust me. She won't.

WESKER: Yeah, I strung her along.
I took advantage.

I had no intention
of signing Kelly's affidavit

because I knew
it couldn't work.

I was doing them a favour, really.

Where do you think you're going?

Come back to bed.

I've got to leave.

No. No, you don't.

You have to come back to bed.

You do what you promised.

Give us permission
to marry now, right?

Well, I will if you...

...if you come back to bed.

I did what you asked.

Now, you have to stick to
your part of the bargain, alright?

Really? And if I don't?

Look, I got what I want.
Why should I'?

We just want to be a family!

Why can't we do that'?

Why is everyone
trying to stop us'?

Oh, come on!

I heard what you said
about the payroll.

I'm not stupid.
I know what you're gonna do.

I'll tell the police.

I will.

Are you threatening me now'?

You just make sure that Gabe and I
get our fresh start in New York.

And she didn't
die in the woods, did she?

No.

No, she didn't.

(SCREAMS)

(GAGS)

WESKER: I waited till everyone was on
their way to the fight, smuggled her out.

And I dumped her body
in the woods.

I figured by the time
they found her, I'd be long gone.

Back home.

New life.

Well, for someone
who doesn't want to be a nobody,

we're not gonna forget you
in a hurry.

I never intended for anyone to die,
Detective. Really, I didn't.

L just wanted something at the end
of this, just something for myself.

Is that really
too much to ask?

After all we've
been through? I...

Is it?

Getting out of here.

Let's go.

Gabe, we're shipping out.
Let's go.

Gabe, come on.
We gotta move. Let's go.

(BABY FUSSES)

Here she is.

(SIGHS)

Thanks, Sam.

I didn't think
I'd see her again.

I just happen to know someone
with friends in high places.

Oh...

I'm going now.

But don't you worry,

I'll be back to take you home
as soon as I can.

You hear me, Catherine Kelly?

(ENGINE STARTS UP)

Gabe.

We gotta go.

You take good care of her, now.

You don't need to do that.

I'll take her.

Jimmy and his wife will help me
look after her until you get back.

If that's what you want,
of course.

OK.

I'll come back
when I get my discharge.

She'll be waiting for you.

(FUSSES)

(SOLDIERS CHEER)

It's going to be different now, isn't it?
The country, I mean.

Well, let's hope so.

FOYLE: This unit,
the British Free Corps...

They're disgusting. Nothing.

Hitler said there'd be
1,000 of us one day.

And in the end,
he couldn't even manage 30.

Why don't you move on, hm?
Take your equipment...

I'll have the law onto you.
That's council property!

Is this council property?

Why do you keep agreeing to see me?
To find out why you keep coming back.

MAN: He's destroying me - my name,
all that I've ever stood for.

He's going to bring it all
crashing down.

I may as well tell you now.
It's almost certain he'll hang.