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Hello.

That's nice.

Actually I was only playing it
to annoy Mrs Harrison.

The Moonlight Sonata.

She says it's German music.

Oh, no.

Come on, Sam. We're going down
to the cellar.

Can't you just tell Jerry
to come back later?

Come on, lads, quickly.
Lives to save.

Dear, dear, dear.

What's your name?

Harrison.

Mrs Esther Harrison.

My tortoise was...
The tortoise is fine.

You've got a few bruises. Come along
to the hospital with me.

Oh!

How many killed?
Who are you?

Colin Morton, with The Chronicle.

One.

They're carrying her out now.

Anyone inside?

No, we got 'em all out.

Don't let anyone come in.

In here looks likely.

Ken...

Stay on guard.
Keep your eyes peeled.

Oh...

Christopher?

I thought it was you.

Arthur Lewes. Remember me?

Of course. What are you doing
in Hastings?

I live here now. Bought a house
a year ago. Romney Point.

I was hoping I'd bump into you.
In fact, I was talking about you only the other night.

I don't suppose you've heard
of a man called Howard Paige?

American. Something to do with cars.

Yes. Invented the syncro-mesh gear
system. Made himself a fortune.

He's coming to stay.
And he needs police protection?

No, nothing like that.
He'll be in the house

and I am throwing a dinner for him.
Would you come?

It's been suggested to me that he might
like to meet a few of the local...VIPs.

Can't imagine why you're inviting me,
then.

I thought you'd say that.

No, I want to give him an idea of what life's
really like down here on the south coast.

Actually, it's quite important.
He's going back to Washington soon

and the Americans are quite keen
to know what's going on over here.

I really would appreciate it,

and I know Elizabeth would be more
than happy to see you.

Erm... How is she?
Oh, ask her yourself.

She'll be here in a minute.
Would eight o'clock be all right?

Yes, all right.

Oh, black tie, I'm afraid.

Yes, well, if I can find it.
Good man. Oh, here she is.

Christopher.

Elizabeth.

This is a surprise.

He's agreed to join us for dinner
tonight.

Oh, that's excellent. I'm afraid entertaining
rich Americans isn't quite my forte.

Nonsense. You'll be splendid.

So, how are you, Christopher?

It's been a long time.

Yes. I thought
you were still in London.

Well, I never really took to London.

Erm...

But of course, I'm glad
we're not there now.

Yes, yes, pretty bad. You know
the Palace took a hit? Yes, I heard.

They say the King was actually
grateful to the Germans.

Put him on the same level
as everyone else.

A propaganda coup.

I'm just happy
to be back in Hastings.

Well...

Until tonight.

Yes, eight o'clock.

Bye.
Bye.

Sir...

I thought I should come
and find you. It's Sam.

Sam, are you all right?
Oh, sir. Sorry I didn't report in.

Couldn't matter less. Do sit down.

Are you all right?
I'm all right.

Sure?

I shouldn't be. I was lying in bed.

They say it was a flying pencil.

Anybody hurt?

Jenny Wentworth.

I'm afraid she was killed.

It's so unfair. She was a driver
with the ambulance service.

She only moved in here
a couple of weeks ago.

She was standing
right outside my door.

She was only a year older than me.

23.

Get her to the station.

Yes, sir.

Actually, I'd rather stay.

Would you mind talking
to Mrs Harrison?

She was my landlady.
This is her house.

Are you the policeman?
Are you Mr Foyle?

Yes.

I want you to do something.

My husband's coin collection...

my late husband...

he was a sub editor on the Eastbourne
Chronicle and a keen collector all his life.

Are you saying
the coins have been taken?

That's exactly what I'm saying.

I kept them in a box
on the mantelpiece.

This is the box.

I found it on the floor,

intact and empty.

And the coins aren't the only thing
that's gone missing, I assure you.

There are some pieces of jewellery.
A pearl necklace that belonged to my mother,

a solid silver brooch.

Had these been valued?
No.

But there were coins in there
that dated back to the Normans.

Jack always said it would be
a nice nest egg for me.

And you kept them in the box?

It was his box.

It was where he left them.

I'm very sorry about your house,
Mrs Harrison.

We're at war. It's to be expected.

But this...

The idea that somebody went in there
looting last night...

That I find hard to forgive.

What about finding somewhere else
to live?

I'll find something, sir.

Presumably there was a warden
posted, wasn't there?

Yes, sir.
He had the house boarded up.

And who actually went in
after the explosion?

Just about the whole street was in
at one time or another. Chaos.

The ambulance service came first.

Poor Jenny.

Then there was a doctor. Doctor
Redmund. He gave me a check-up.

Anybody else?

The AFS. There were four of them.

Then a photographer
who turned up out of the blue.

Get the name?
No.

He was from The Chronicle.

Harrison worked
as a sub-editor there.

Funny, I never knew that.

I never knew anything
about Mrs Harrison.

She was just the landlady. I always
thought she was a bit of a dragon.

Edward IV. Who's that?

Edward the Fourth, you idiot.
And I want that.

I bet you do.

It goes with the rest,
like we agreed.

I never agreed.
Well, I did

and that's all that matters.

Tom?

Where'd you put it all, anyway?

Somewhere nobody will ever find it.

What's the matter with you, Kenny?

Cat got your tongue?

I'm going home.

Now that's not very friendly, is it,
Kenny?

Leave off. My dad'll want to know
where I've been.

Worry about you, does he, your dad?

Look, we're taking too much.
We're going to get caught.

I heard this geezer in the pub. What
we're doing, we could get hanged.

That's rubbish.

It's true.
They've got new regulations.

I don't want to be a part of this
any more.

You are part of it, Kenny.
You're in it up to your neck.

What are you going to do about him?
And his dad?

You leave them to me.

Richard.

What is it?
Salmon. And don't complain.

It's the last of the tins.

I don't know what we're going to do.
There's nothing in the house.

Where have you been?

Where'd you think?

That's no way
to talk to your father.

Sit down. I'm just serving tea.

Dad, I want to talk to you.

What about?

You know what about.
De Havilland's.

Forget it, Ken.

You're not going to Hatfield.
The answer's no.

I've worked it out.
I just need...

And I can't help you. I haven't
got it. There's nothing I can do.

I'm wasting my time here.

You could help out in the shop
a bit more.

Selling bolts and washers
at halfpenny a time?

It's a living.

No way near, and you know it.

Oh, come on, Dad, you know how much
it means to me. I've got the place.

I haven't got the money
to pay for it.

Well, maybe I can find the money
another way.

With that lot of yours?

I know what you're up to.

You think I don't but I do.

And I'm going to put a stop to it.

Really.

You haven't done anything
for 20 years. Why start now?

Stop it.

You're all talk.
That's all you've ever been.

To hell with this.
I don't have to take this,

not in my own house.
Where are you going?

To t'pub.

Now look what you've done.

Howard. Welcome to Hastings.

Ah, Arthur.

You look terrific.

You've hardly changed at all.
If only that were true.

So how was your journey?
How was London?

It's been quite a week.
Oh, by the way,

they've given me my own Man Friday.

This is John Bishop.

How do you do, sir?
Please. Come in.

So, how did the talks go?

Oh, it's just about signed and
sealed. Now to see it delivered.

You've done tremendous work.

I must say, I don't know
what we'd do without you.

I'll tell you what you'd do
without us - lose the goddamn war.

Ah! Elizabeth. Howard's here.
This is my wife.

How do you do, Mr Paige?

Delighted to meet you.
And make that Howard.

Drink?
Oh, yes, please.

So, Arthur's told me a lot about
your days together at Oxford.

Oh, 20 years ago.

Another world. When I came here I
didn't know anything about anything.

Luckily, I found myself rooming
with Arthur's family.

I'd never have been able
to look after myself.

They loved having you.
And they're well?

Still in Oxford, yes.

I think they find the world an
increasingly hard place to understand.

It's good versus evil, Arthur.
It's all it boils down to.

Nothing difficult about that.

Well, it's good to have you
on the right side. Happy days.

Yes, happy days.

Oh, these damn cufflinks.

I...

I...can't get the thing

to go through the thing!

Let me do it for you.

Oh...
Relax.

Well...

You get yourself in such a state.
Yes, yes.

You don't really want to go, do you?

What gave you that idea?
You don't like Americans.

They were late arrivals
in the last war

and it's looking more likely they
won't show up for this one at all.

Oh, no. I'll be interested to hear

what this man Paige
has to say for himself.

Alan, you're not going to get
into an argument.

I don't remember
asking your opinion.

Sorry. It's done.

Thank you.

The Americans think
we've lost this war.

That's the truth of it.

But what's even worse is...

they don't care.

Mr Hunter. How can I help you?

Good evening, Mrs Lewes.

I'd like to see Howard Paige.

I'm sorry?

I read in the paper

he's staying here.

I'm sorry.
We're just about to have dinner.

And I'm not sure Mr Paige
is seeing anyone.

I think he'll see me.

Well, if you'd like to wait here
a moment I'll ask him.

Do you think it was the warden, sir?

Mrs Harrison's jewellery.
He was the last one in the house.

Well...
They say it's much worse in London.

I heard this story. A woman got
bombed on her way home, knocked out.

When she came to
someone was fiddling with her hand.

It was a policeman. At first she
thought he was trying to help her.

Then she realised he was actually
pinching her rings.

A policeman!

I don't think it was the warden.

No.

So, who are you having dinner with?

A man called Arthur Lewes. He's
a good barrister. Knew him years ago.

You never mentioned him.

No.

Was that him?

No, it wasn't.

Well, I hope it wasn't the cook.

Thank you.

Elizabeth, hello.

You're looking well.
I'm glad you agreed to come.

So are you.

How's Andrew?

Andrew is very well.

And you've got two sons,
is that right?

Yes, yes. Jack's in London
at the MOI.

And my other son Christopher
is still at school, thank God.

Christopher?

Yes.

Christopher.

Why is Elizabeth keeping you
out in the hall? Come in.

This way.

There's very little support
for Herr Hitler in America

but the question we're asking
ourselves now is this...

Should we join you now and fight
against a common enemy

or consider this country the last frontier
between Nazi Germany and ourselves?

You mean wait until we've lost
the war and then decide what to do?

That's probably putting it
a little strongly, Doctor Redmund.

If America doesn't enter the war,

at the very least, helping us
with arms and supplies,

maybe we will lose.
We've seen what happened in France.

If we send you weapons now, how do we
know they won't end up in German hands?

Is that what you think?

It's what many Americans think.

And they're afraid.

As a nation
we don't want to go to war.

There are those that say we were
hoodwinked last time around.

And this is an election year.

Mr Roosevelt has to be very careful
how he proceeds.

Howard is very much a friend
of this country.

He set up the committee -
the American Allies of England.

We've been active in Washington.
We've spent hundreds in the national press.

We're gradually changing public
opinion, but give us time.

You think we have time?

Well, I hope so.

I really do.

Ahem.

I understand you have a son
in the services, Mr Foyle?

Yes, he's in the RAF.

You must be worried sick about him.

Mmm.

Andrew was at Oxford,
the same college as you.

Oh. Is that a fact?

Mr Paige was a Rhodes scholar.

Oh, right.

So, Oxford, the RAF...

No chance of him following
in his father's footsteps

and joining the police?

We've never discussed it.

Wasn't your father a policeman,
Christopher?

Yes, he was a sergeant.

He talked you
into this line of work?

We never discussed it.

It was always assumed that I'd follow
in my father's footsteps,

just as I've assumed my son won't.

I have sons, too.

Do you?

Do they listen to you?

Oh, sure they do. And then they do
the opposite of what I say.

Yes.

All right.

Thank you very much.

I thought you'd gone home.
Not yet.

Have you managed to find anywhere
yet? No.

I've been ringing round hotels and guest houses
but it's amazing, they all seem to be full.

How many have you tried?
About a dozen.

What will you do if you can't find
anywhere?

I don't know.

I suppose I'll have to stay here.
Maybe someone will give me a cell.

Funny. My father always said
I'd end up behind bars.

You can't do that, Sam. You can come
and stay with me, if you like.

Really?

Just for a few days, I mean. I don't
want you to get the wrong idea.

But my wife is away with her sister,
in Wales, and I have a spare room.

That'd be really tiggety-boo.
Are you sure?

Yes. There is one thing, though.

I don't think you should mention
this to Mr Foyle. No.

I think you're right.
I don't think he'd approve.

This is very, very kind of you.

Don't mention it.

I'm glad you came, anyway.

I can't understand,

here we both are, living in Hastings

and I never see anything of you.

I'm afraid Mr Paige
was rather tactless.

Well, he's American.

It would be nice to know
why he's really here.

He's involved in some sort of talks
up in Whitehall. Hush-hush.

Right.

Well, an interesting evening.

Thank you.

Christopher.
Mm-hmm.

Could we meet?

I could call on you
tomorrow afternoon.

Why?

Is there really anything to be said?
Yeah.

So much.

I'd like to see you. Could I?
Would you be there?

Elizabeth?

Thank you.
Good night.

You go in.
What is it?

I want to go for a walk.

Well, you seem a lot better today,
Sam.

Just glad to be alive,
I suppose, sir.

Yeah. Did you find somewhere to stay?

Mmm.

I'm being put up by a friend.

Good.

His name's Richard Hunter.

Aren't you going to write this down?
I am writing it down.

Now, you say he didn't come home
last night.

He's never stayed out before.

Not all night.

He wasn't there this morning.

Do you know where he was going?
He didn't say.

Morning, sir.
Morning.

All right.
So, let's start with his age.

Sir, this looting business.

I started with the AFS, called out
to Mrs Harrison, two nights ago.

They're from Station 41E, which
is out on the Tideswell Road.

And then there was the photographer.
His name is Colin Morton.

The Eastbourne Chronicle have
confirmed he is one of theirs.

He seems to have specialised
in bombing raids.

Any of these been involved
in lootings before?

Well, there have only been six cases
reported in the last two months.

Luckily there weren't too many bombs.

But Colin Morton has turned up
at no fewer than four of them,

and this has to be more
than a coincidence...

Station 41E, five out of six.

The station officer
is a man called Henry Jamieson,

who works as a lorry driver.

No police record that I can find
but I'm still checking.

Let's visit him.

And I've yet to look into
the others.

And this photographer, Colin Morton -
who specialises in bombing raids.

Maybe he takes more than photographs.

Mr Jamieson.
Yes?

The name's Foyle.
I'm a police officer.

Can you spare a minute?

All day, providing the moaning
minnies don't go off.

It's quiet at the moment.
Thankfully, yes.

I understand you were called out
the other night.

Was I?
Elms Road.

The home of a Mrs Esther Harrison.

Elms Road.

Yes, I remember that.

The house copped the HE.

A young girl got killed.

That's right.

Tea?
No, thank you.

So, how can I help you?

Mrs Harrison claims some property belonging
to her late husband has gone missing.

And you're calling me a thief?

Oh, not at all. I simply wondered if
you or your men had spotted anything.

One of my men
might have taken stuff?

Let me tell you something, Mr...
Foyle, was it? Yes.

Me and my lads,
we do a tough bloody job.

48 hours on, 24 hours off.

No-one else does those sort of
hours. I bet you don't. No.

And it's a stinking job. The real firemen hate us
because we do the same work as them but much cheaper.

To the public we're 50-bob-a-week
call-up dodgers, but we do it,

cos we like to think we're doing
our bit to help the war.

Very commendable.

Well, it doesn't make things any easier when
people like you start coming round here,

accusing my boys of looting.
Look at 'em.

Bob Fraser, Tom Fairweather,
Ken Hunter,

risking their lives
night in, night out.

They're good lads. You should be
ashamed for thinking otherwise.

I've made it perfectly clear. I'm not accusing
anybody of anything. Just making enquiries.

Look, you won't find anything here.
Search the whole place if you like.

Oh, thank you. Milner, get them in.
Yes, sir.

Back to work.

They know it was us.

If they don't know anything they're
not going to find anything. Relax.

I'm sorry. Colin's out for the day.

Went over to Wish Road. They got hit
by a U-boat, would you believe it?

Fired from somewhere
off of Cuckmere Haven.

Bloody Germans.

I ask you, what's the point
in hitting a residential street?

That's not war, it's just cowardice.

Does Colin Morton always cover
blast damage?

Not really. Evacuees, spitfire fund.

You name it he's done it.

Got his photos
from the other night?

They have to come back
from the Ministry of Information.

I had to send them in
for the censors.

Look...

Come on, Chief Superintendent,
do me a favour.

Tell me what this is about.

Wish I could.
We've always done you favours.

Put you on the front page when
you make an arrest. Nice pics.

Yeah. Ask him to give me a call
when he gets back in.

Absolutely nothing, sir. We searched
the place from top to bottom.

But I've put together an inventory
of everything that went missing

from the houses
where Jamieson was involved.

Coins, a necklace, silver thimbles,
medals, cutlery.

It's more or less what you'd expect BUT
they're leaving certain things behind.

A fur coat, an antique pocket watch, a stamp
collection, another watch with a gold bracelet.

It's very selective.

Sorry to bother you, sir.

I've got something

and with Mr Reid away
and I'm not sure what to do.

Go on.

We've had a call from a Mr Letwin,
Colonel Letwin, Home Guard.

I know it sounds barmy, sir, but
he says he's arrested a Jerry spy.

Thank you for coming so promptly,
Detective Chief Superintendent.

I wasn't quite sure who to call.
You're?

Letwin. Commanding Officer,
No.1 Platoon,

58 Sussex Battalion, Home Guard.

I suppose you must be getting quite
a few spy scares at the moment.

Oh, well. Nervous times.
Quite.

Actually, we've been on alert
all morning.

I had one of my men report to me
this morning.

He assured me he'd seen signals
being made last night.

A flashing torch.
Reliable man?

Oh, yes. A retired headmaster.
Not one to stir things up.

He was walking the dog and swore he
saw lights coming from Romney Point,

signalling out to sea.
Is he sure?

That's what he said.

Anyway, I raised an alert

and then we get a call from
the landlord of the Dog and Duck.

He's got someone in there
trying to buy a pint at 10am.

No knowledge of the licensing laws.
Exactly.

And what did you do?

We went round there, arrested him
and brought him here.

He has no means of ID.
That's why we called you.

And you've spoken to him?

He doesn't seem in the mood to talk.
We gave him a cup of tea but that's about it.

Morning.

Speak English?

Of course.

But you're not English.
Are you German?

Scandinavian?

I have nothing to say to you.

Right, that's fine. Nothing to do
with me, anyway.

You'll be handed over
to Special Branch.

So who are you?

My name's Foyle.

I'm a policeman. Who are you?

My name is Hans Maier.

I'm from Holland. I'm Dutch.

Oh. How'd you get here?

I came by boat, from France.

On your own?

Yes.

I find that very hard to believe.

Even so, it happens to be true.

You were that desperate to escape
German occupation?

Yes.

It's my information that you got
a signal from the coast,

which would sort of imply
that you didn't act alone.

There was no signal.

Where's the boat you came in?

I don't know.
I left it on the beach.

Well, Mr Maier,

as I said, there's nothing
I can do for you.

But if you're a genuine refugee
you'll be taken care of.

But that's for other people
to decide.

So you are a policeman.

Yes.

You investigate...murder

in a time of war?

When I have to.

Well, Detective Chief
Superintendent?

Well, he claims
to be a Dutch refugee.

Do you think he's a German spy?

If so he's ill prepared
and ill-equipped.

Seems his mission was put together without any
knowledge of this country. Hope they're all like that.

The military police
are on their way.

He claims to have come by boat and says he's left it on the beach.
I don't want to tell you your job...

I've already given the order, Mr Foyle.
They've been out for the past hour.

Hey, lads. Over here.

I've seen him before.

A Mrs Richard Hunter reported
her husband missing this morning.

Richard Hunter mean anything?
Not the name.

But I know the face.

Found with a gun in his hand, two bullets
missing from the chamber, one in his head.

Looks like a suicide.

Anything in his pockets?

No identification. Just cigarettes,
matches, a few coins.

And this.

No serial number.

No markings on the key at all.

It's an old-fashioned design so we may
have trouble finding out what it opens.

On top of all this we've got
this German spy business.

Have they found his boat yet?

Yes, but not on the same beach.

That's Romney Point.

That's the Redmund House,
the Lewes house.

This is where the body was found,
That's where the boat was found.

How did they know
it was his boat?

Found a suitcase with a compass,
maps,

spare clothes...

I know where I've seen him.

It was at the house.
Which house, sir?

Arthur Lewes's house,

where I was having dinner.

The problem is...

a body has been found on the beach.
Apparent suicide.

A man called Richard Hunter.

Richard Hunter?
He was here last night.

He's not dead, is he?

Yes. His wife identified the body

a short while ago.

Oh, poor man.

How do you know him?

Well... He used to come here
from time to time.

He did odd jobs for us -
plumbing and things.

Right. And last night
he was here for?

Oh, that was to see me.

Yeah, it was just before you
arrived. About seven o'clock.

Elizabeth told me he was at the
front door and I went to meet him.

What did he want?

Well, he asked me for money.
Money?

'Fraid so.

Something I'm fairly used to,
I'm afraid.

Whether it's old friends or strangers, people
know I'm wealthy and assume, because I'm American

I've got to be generous too.
How much did he want?

Well, we never got as far as
figures. I told him to get lost.

Well, I...

I didn't even know why he was here,

how he found out that I'm here.

That's my fault, I'm afraid.

There was a story
in the local paper.

Did you say
that he committed suicide?

Erm, yes.

It does seem to be the case.

Well, maybe I can enlighten you
there a little.

This was a very desperate guy.

He had some kind of trouble.

A problem with his son, he said.

He needed the money for his son,
not himself.

Gee. You know, I...

I'd hate to think that what I said
to him drove him to take his life.

Oh, my goodness.

The beach where the body was found
is this beach,

below the house here.

Well, there's a path
down the side of the cliff

but it's too dangerous.
You get to it by the lane.

Wood Lane.
Yes.

It cuts through the woods
by Doctor Redmund's house.

It's only a 10-minute walk
to the sea.

Er, Mr Foyle?

I just wanted to mention to you that Mr Paige
is here as a guest of the British Government.

Oh. Jolly good.
Should that be of interest to me?

It's my job to look after him,
Mr Foyle.

Mr Paige has been involved in
negotiations at the highest level

and will be returning
to the United States shortly.

In the meantime,

I must ask you not to harass him.

In the same sort of way
you're harassing me?

I'll do my best.

He wouldn't kill himself.

He couldn't kill himself.

He had things on his mind, I know.

He was moody.

But we've been married for so long.
If he was going to do anything like that he'd have told me.

Mrs Hunter,
did your husband own a gun?

Yes. It was his dad's, from the war.

Is this his?

Oh!

That's his, yeah.

I'm sorry.

Did he say anything about going
up to Romney Point last night?

No.

He used to do jobs there
but he never said anything.

He said he was going to the pub.

He went out but he came back
half an hour later.

Speak to him?

No. He was only in the house
for a minute, then went out again.

Did he ever mention
a Mr Howard Paige?

I've never even heard of him.

He was upset.

He and Kenny had been arguing.

Oh.

About what?

Money.

That's all we ever argued about.

I've been offered a place.

De Havilland's.

They run an aeronautical school up in Hatfield.
It's like college but it's all planes.

It's all I want to do.

And how long have you been living
in Hastings, Mrs Hunter?

We moved down here

when Kenny was still small.

Richard got a job at Lower Meads.

There's a factory there,

making engineering components, cars,
things like that.

And then he got ill.

And after that he set up on his own.

He opened a shop.

Yes, and he did odd jobs.

He got sick. Was he very ill?

It was his nerves.

You can speak to his doctor,
Doctor Redmund. I have his address.

Is this his?

He carried that with him everywhere.

Never let it out of his sight.

What does this open?

There's a shed in the garden.

I used to come down here with him
when I was a kid.

Thought it was an Aladdin's cave
back then.

We were going to invent stuff.
Death rays and rockets.

My dad.

I was very proud of him.

So why did you want to leave?

Because it was all lies.

He never did anything down here.
He drank.

He kept a bottle under the table.

Gin, whisky, whatever he could get
hold of. He sat here

and he drank and he dreamed
and he never did anything.

And in the end I couldn't wait
to get away from him.

Why did your dad worry about you
being in the AFS?

Maybe he thought I was going to get
my fingers burnt.

What does it matter now, anyway?
He's killed himself. That's it.

Oh, Morton.
I've been looking for you.

What is it, Mr Dunning?

I've had the police in here,
asking for you.

Detective Chief Superintendent
Foyle, no less. What did he want?

He didn't tell me.
I'm only the editor.

Nobody tells me anything.

Maybe it's something
to do with this.

It's quite a view.

On a clear day you can see France.

And send a signal
if you feel inclined.

Could it have been someone
from the house, sir?

Maybe,
but this is not private land.

Anybody could have driven up here.

I'm afraid I can't tell you a great
deal about Richard Hunter.

I was treating him
for a nervous condition.

He was in and out of the surgery
over the years.

He was an alcoholic.

That's not easy these days,
with spirits harder to come by.

And he wasn't from here originally?

No, he was from the north, I think.

York. Or was it Leeds?

He mentioned once that his father
worked for a confectionary firm.

Both parents are dead.
I'm afraid that's about it.

Oh, sorry. I didn't know
you had company.

Oh! Mr Foyle.
Mrs Redmund.

This is a surprise.

Mr Foyle's here on police business.

What business?
Something that happened last night.

You mean...the signals?

No. He's not here about that.
What makes you think I might be?

Well, people were talking
this morning.

Signals in the night.
It's a load of nonsense.

Home Guard don't know
what they're talking about.

Well, in fact they've caught a man who looks as
if he came into the country last night by boat.

Really?

What incident were you referring to?

Well, I'm sorry to have to tell you,
Mrs Redmund,

that a man has been found shot dead
on the beach.

He shot himself?
Seems so, yes.

Well, I can't say I'm surprised.

Richard Hunter was a wreck
of a human being.

I don't think I've ever met anyone
who had less reason to be alive.

Did you speak to him last night?

He was at the house?

Briefly, yes, before dinner.

It's not my habit
to chat with patients, Mr Foyle,

particularly ones
like Richard Hunter.

I mean...he made a complete mess
of his life.

It's all the more of a pity when
you consider he'd been up at Oxford.

Had he really?

Mm. So he claimed.

Wouldn't think it, would you?

No, he told me once
that he got a bursary or a grant

from the confectionary firm
that employed his father.

Well, they were wasting their money,

because nothing came of it.

Would he have known Howard Paige,
do you think?

I very much doubt it.

No. Oxford University
back in the Twenties.

People like Paige and Hunter
didn't mix.

People knew their place.
Know what I mean?

But these days everything's changed.

You can call me old-fashioned,
if you like

but I don't think
it's a change for the better.

I imagine you're rather careful
about the company you keep.

You're right.

And what did you make
of Howard Paige last night?

Brash, opinionated.

But you were there, Mr Foyle.

Why do you need to ask me?

I'm sorry.
I'm afraid Mr Foyle isn't here.

He asked to see me.
My name is Colin Morton.

I'm a photographer
with the Eastbourne Chronicle.

He didn't say anything to me.
Look, it's important.

It just happens I was in Wood Lane
last night

in my car.

So where were you going, then?

I wasn't driving.

It's not easy to explain
but I was sitting there

and the point is I think I saw
something.

And what was that?

I'd prefer to talk to Mr Foyle.

I've just told you, he's not here.

But I can pass on anything
you want to say.

No, it's too important.

He knows where to find me.
Ask him to call.

If that's what you want, all right.

I'll put a note on his desk.

Thank you.

Mmm. This is really good, Sam.

You're not such a bad cook
after all.

It's one of my father's recipes,
coq-au-vin without the vin.

He's a teetotaller.

So what is in it?

Chicken, vegetables, and I used all
the rest of the bacon, I'm afraid.

What, all of it?
That was the last of my ration.

Sorry.

Never mind.

So, how's the case going?

You are lucky, getting to rummage
around all those dead bodies.

Well, ...we're fairly sure
it wasn't suicide

but then that leaves the question, who'd
want to kill Richard Hunter? And why?

If his son was in the AFS and they
were the ones doing the looting.

Well, you see, that's another
mystery. Henry Jamieson.

He's guilty. I'm certain of it.

But at your landlady's house
he took her coins and necklace

but he left a valuable watch. Why?

Maybe Richard Hunter
knew the answer.

He was going to tell and that's why
he had to be silenced.

Have you managed to find anywhere
yet?

You're not kicking me out?

No, no, not at all.

I like having you here.

Mr Foyle would have a fit
if he found out!

Yes, I don't think
he'd be entirely happy.

Well... I am looking.

I love this one.

Will you dance with me?

Dance with me!

No.

Don't be such a cold fish.

I've been bombed. I've lost my
house, almost all my possessions

and here I am, stuck with you.

Well, thank you.

Just one little dance.

All right, I'll have a go.

But I'm warning you, ...

I was never much of a dancer.

That's just an excuse.

No, it's true, really.

I used to love going to dance halls.

As a trainee,
we'd to go up to London.

Mayfair, Grosvenor...

Jane.

What are you doing?

Jane, this isn't what you think.

Jane.

"Oh, sir, you are a caution..."

You'll have to be quick. I'm
due at a wedding ceremony at 11:30.

Very good, sir.

My wife and I had a very quiet
wedding. The vicar had laryngitis.

..fire-watch duty at the depot.
Couldn't cope with the hours, sir.

One minute he'd be needing the dough,
next he was flat as a pancake.

You don't know
what I've been through.

Mr Morton?
Yeah?

Come with me.

What?! Who are you?

Take him.

How do you do, Mr Foyle?

How very good to meet you.

I tutored your son, you know.
Andrew.

How is he?
Well, thank you.

Last I heard, he was in Scotland.

No, he was posted to the south coast,
not too far from me.

Oh, well, there's some mercy
in that, I suppose.

I heard him speak once, in a debate.

"Modern patriotism
is a false emotion."

He was very persuasive.

Then the moment the war began,
he was gone.

Him and so many others.

Just boys, laughing boys.

Turned into men.

I'm sorry.
You're not here because of him.

Well, the...

the registrar told me that you also
tutored a boy called Richard Hunter.

Hunter?
He was here in '22

on a bursary.
Studied physics, left with a first.

Yes, of course. Hunter.

Working-class boy from Yorkshire.

Harrogate, I think.

We didn't get too many of them
back in the '20s.

Anything else you can tell me?

Oh, he was quiet, diligent,
smoked a pipe.

Possible link with a Rhodes Scholar
here at the same time, Howard Paige?

Oh, yes, of course.
Hunter and Paige.

Hunter and Paige. You should have
mentioned him in the first place.

Most unlikely couple,

but the two of them were involved
in a minor scandal.

Four-seater Austin Seven.

They borrowed it
from another student,

and between them they took the
whole thing apart, piece by piece.

You have to remember
that this was the time

when cars were quite a rarity.
Hm.

And it was...done as a joke?

No, no, no.
They put it back together again.

Good as new. They just wanted to
look at it, see how it functioned.

The owner wasn't too pleased,
though.

There was a quite a contretemps.

So...they were close friends?

No, I wouldn't say that.

The American boy
was only here for a short time.

But that's one incident
I certainly remember.

Mr Foyle is here again. He wants
to have another word with you.

Frankly, I'm getting tired of this.

Do I have to talk to him?

I think it would probably
be for the best.

Goddamn it, Bishop, I thought
it was your job to protect me.

Do I need to protect you, Mr Paige?

Oh, no. No, of course not.

Just...getting tired
of the way the guy's hounding me.

You know why I'm here.

You know the stakes we're playing.
Yes.

Well, maybe it's time
somebody told him.

Ah, Mr Foyle.

Did you come to wish me bon voyage?

Well, um...not exactly.

I leave tomorrow,
so maybe you should.

Is this still about
the dead man on the beach?

Oh. That's an odd thing to say.

Well, that's what he is.

I mean it's an odd way
to describe someone you knew.

You were at Oxford together.

I'd have mentioned Oxford.
It didn't seem relevant.

But I did tell you I knew him.

I have no recollection of that.

Yeah, we were in the other room
there, talking,

Arthur and Elizabeth were there.

Let's see...I was talking about
Richard, how he'd asked me for money

and I said, I told you, I was
often approached by old friends.

Oh, right. Yes, I remember you saying

you were approached by old friends
and complete strangers.

You didn't specify
which of the two he was, though.

Well, um...I can only apologise.

I surely didn't intend
to mislead you, Mr Foyle.

Not that I think
it makes an iota of difference.

No?

Oh, come on. I haven't been
in England for 20 years.

Not since
I was a Rhodes Scholar at Oxford.

Sure, I knew Richard then.

We got on, we had a good time.

It was a casual friendship.

There was something about
a four-seater Austin Seven?

Oh, boy.

Oh, no. Don't tell me the law's
finally caught up with me on that.

Yeah, we stole the car.

It was a joke. We took it apart,
put it all back together again.

Why?

Why?

To prove we could.

Look, Mr Foyle,

the man I saw on that doorstep
was a complete stranger to me.

I hadn't seen or heard from him
for, what, quarter of a century?

I'm sorry I didn't make my
connection with him clearer, but...

I can assure you
that it wasn't intentional.

Paige can't have had anything
to do with the death, can he, sir?

Why is that?

Well, he's not English. He hasn't
been in England for ages, has he?

What reason could he possibly have?

Tired?

I didn't get much sleep last night,
sir.

Still at your friend's?

I don't think so.

If you could stay awake
till we get there, I'd be grateful.

Kenneth.

Mr Foyle. There's no-one here.

No, no, no.
It's you I wanted to talk to.

How are you?

I'm fine.

Must have been very hard,
losing your dad.

Do you think he shot himself?

I don't know.

You see, if he didn't shoot himself,
then somebody else did.

And there'd be a reason for that.

And it did cross my mind
that it might have been you.

What?!

Why was he so very worried about you?

I already told you I don't know.

The very last thing he did

was try to find the money
to get you to aeronautical school.

Which might have been
the reason he died.

I know you were disappointed in him,

but there must have been
a part of him you were fond of.

Maybe.

What do you know,
that you're not telling me?

If I talk to you,

then maybe I'll end up like my dad,
with a bullet in my head!

I don't know anything
about anything, all right?

You shouldn't come round here.

If you've got any questions,
you should talk to Henry.

Do you want me to go after him, sir?

No, there's no point.

He's quite frightened.

Frightened? What of?

I'm sorry about last night.

Oh, Sam. Don't worry.
It wasn't your fault. I invited you.

Did your wife
understand my situation?

Yes. Eventually.

Where did you go?

Oh, I found somewhere.

Good.

There's something odd here.

What?

Looks different. Sergeant!

Sir?
Anybody been in here?

No-one would come in
without your say-so, Mr Foyle.

But I did look in while you
were away, left a note on your desk.

Nothing wrong, is there?
Where's the note?

No, I haven't seen him.

And before you ask, he isn't
at home. I sent someone round.

I need him.

I've got a local platoon
of Home Guard

demonstrating their prowess
on roller skates, would you believe?

Fancy themselves as despatch racers.

I wanted a picture.
Would have been good for a laugh.

Why do you want him?

He came to the station to see me.
I wasn't there.

He said he had something important
to tell me.

He should have told me first.

He said he may have seen something.

Mentioned he'd been parked
in Wood Lane. Mean anything?

Colin told you that?

Any idea why he'd park in the middle
of nowhere in the blackout?

As a matter of fact, I have.

Oh, there's plenty of them.

Coming out of London,
Bristol, all the big cities.

They drive out every evening
and sleep in the open.

Away from built-up areas.

Scared of the bombs.

He's a trekker?

Yes.

He isn't a coward.

Colin's a good man.

But...Oh, for heaven's sake,
he was out 24 hours a day,

photographing bombed-out houses.

People on the streets,
stretchers, corpses.

Is it any wonder
it got to him in the end?

Do you have
his car registration number?

Well, he certainly
seems to have left in a hurry.

Not of his own free will, it seems.

Why do you say that, sir?

Well, you tell me.

Oh.

I see.

He was dragged.

These are his footmarks, perhaps.
Hm.

But why?
Why do you think?

Morton knew something and somebody
didn't want him to tell you.

This leads down to the beach
where Richard Hunter was found.

Do you think this has something
to do with the German spy?

He landed here the same night.

That was a mile and a half away.
How far to Romney House?

About ten minutes on foot. Is that
where they sent the signals from?

There are only two houses
up here at Romney Point.

It seems possible that they might
have come from one of them.

Can I offer you anything?
No. No, thank you.

You said I could come and see you.

Yes.

It seems so strange,
seeing so much of you suddenly,

after such a long time.

How's the investigation?
Oh, it's coming along.

You don't think Mr Hunter
killed himself, do you?

Do you think Mr Paige
had something to do with it?

Well, it's...not impossible.

If America does come into the war,
it'll be at least partly due to him.

He's terribly important,
Arthur says.

Have you told Arthur
that you're here?

No. He's in London. In chambers.

You know who killed that poor man,
don't you?

Is this why you've come here,
to talk about this case?

No. No, of course not.
I-I came to see you.

I-I felt so wretched,
sitting at the dinner table,

talking about the war and America,

and that peculiar doctor
going on about supplies.

When all I wanted,
really, was to be alone with you.

Elizabeth.

How are you, Christopher?

I mean, are you happy?

Well, er...

..we're at war.

And I do worry about Andrew.

I'm not happy.

I've been married to Arthur
for 20 years.

It was our wedding anniversary
a week ago.

He's been very kind to me.
He's a very kind man.

But I...I've never loved him.

Not even for a day.

Not the way I loved you.

There, I've said it.

Oh, I'm sorry. I feel...

I sound like
something out of Noel Coward.

And...

you never did like his plays,
did you?

I was so sorry when I heard
about Rosalind, really I was.

I wanted to write. I tried,

but all the time I kept thinking,

after she died,

maybe you and I...I hoped...

Shouldn't be doing this.
It was all far too long ago.

It was very different then.
Everything's different now.

This is a mistake, Elizabeth.

No.

I made the mistake years ago.
I know that now.

Can you forgive me?

There's nothing to forgive.
We were different people.

You asked me to marry you.

And when your father
refused permission

and you married Arthur instead,

I understood the very difficult
position you'd been placed in.

He...he gave me no choice.

You don't understand.

Your father understood perfectly well

that a policeman's son
was not good enough

and I should never have asked.

I couldn't go against him,
Christopher. You knew that.

I never said you should.

You've grown very hard.

Was it Rosalind dying that did that?

No.

Losing her changed nothing.

Marrying her changed everything.

But you've got a good husband
and two wonderful sons.

But the truth is we should leave this
exactly the way it is. I'm sorry.

I'm the one who's sorry.

You're right. I shouldn't have come.

I am so sorry, Christopher.

I want you to know

that barely a day has gone by,
in all these years,

when I haven't been sorry.

Why don't you leave us alone,
Mr Foyle?

You've searched the place once
already. You found nothing.

Absolutely right, which is why
we're going to search it again.

You were right about them being
selective about what they took.

All the things that were stolen
had the same thing in common.

Sir!
What was that, sir?

They were waterproof.
I've got it!

You know, I quite enjoyed that.

I haven't got anything
to say to you.

Well, that doesn't surprise me.

You know,
I regularly wonder why I do this job.

And then I come across
somebody like you.

We are living in such evil times

and the whole world seems to be
sinking into some sort of mire,

and as if Hitler wasn't enough,

we've got the likes of you,

who capitalise
on other people's misery,

who hurt them, make things worse for
them when they're at their weakest.

And it's with the likes of you
that this mire begins.

And it's some small consolation

to know that I've helped clean up
just a little of it.

You'll be charged
under Defence Regulations 38A.

And I should warn you that you
could be facing the death penalty.

What?

Malicious damage and larceny
in war-damaged areas.

No. No, you can't hang me.

I mean...I wasn't doing nothing
that anyone else isn't doing.

I mean...

Sir, I think I might
have something for you. Yes?

I've been looking at the winds and
currents the night that Hunter died.

Yes?

This is Romney Point. Romney House
here and Wood lane down here.

And this is the beach,
where the rowing boat was found.

The Germans drop off a boat, and the
nearest landing point is this beach.

Where the body was found?
Yes.

But there was a strong current
that night, heading west.

And from what I've been told,

a boat would have had trouble
getting into the coast anywhere.

Especially if
there was just one man.

And no-one else has been caught.

So it would have been hard work,

he'd have been swept somewhere
out to the west.

Which is where he landed.

I wonder whether the German spy

might have had something
to do with Hunter's death.

I don't know about that, but if he's
sitting in the boat off the coast,

we might at least have a witness.

Good luck, sir. What do we do
if they don't let you out again?

Well, you can take over.

I'm sorry, Mr Foyle, but what you're
asking is out of the question.

There's absolutely no way
I can allow you to see Maier

without the necessary authorisation.

Oh.

How long are you going
to keep him here?

Until Military Intelligence
decide what to do with him.

And what are the options?

It's possible they'll turn him and
try to use him against the Germans.

Or shoot him?

I'm afraid that's
much more likely to be the case.

Do you really believe that this man
may have been witness to a murder?

Yes, very possible.

Look, Mr Foyle, even if I were
to turn a blind eye and let you in,

what makes you think
Maier would co-operate?

He's an enemy agent.

Richard Hunter
was not a casualty of war.

Maier and I have met before.
And?

Well, enemy agent or whatever,

he did strike me
as being reasonably civilised.

Meaning what, exactly?

Well, he's risked his life
for his country.

He was simply doing his duty
as he saw it.

And now he's got nothing
left to lose.

Precisely, but more importantly,
at our first meeting,

he asked me if I investigated murder
in a time of war.

Which didn't mean very much to me
at the time,

but then, of course,
we hadn't found the body. Yes.

Odd.

Ten minutes alone with him?

This is totally
contrary to regulations.

All right. Ten minutes.

Do you remember me?

Of course I remember you.

It is Mr Foyle, is it not?

The policeman.

Are they treating you well?

I know they are going to kill me.

I'm sorry. There's nothing
I can do to help you.

Then why are you here?

Because I hoped you could help ME.

You want me to help you?

Yes.

There's an expression
that you use...

Um...

I'm lost for words.

How do you imagine
I could possibly help you?

Well, it concerns what you saw
the night you arrived in England.

What makes you think
I would wish to help you?

That's a very good question.

You have a very good answer?

No. I do know that

you arrived by U-boat,
and that you're German and not Dutch,

and as such we are enemies
so I quite understand why you'd feel

unwilling to help.
I certainly don't expect it.

But what you saw,

what I believe you saw,

is nothing to do
with our countries being at war.

It's murder.

Maybe we can help each other.

You will be one of the last people
to see me alive.

I would like you to get
a message to my family.

What message is that?

What sort of message
can a man in my position give?

Only that...I said goodbye,

and that
I was thinking of them at the end.

My mother is 80 years old.
She may not even survive the war.

And it will not be easy to find her.

But I will accept your word
that you will try.

How will I find her?

We live in Alfeld.

It's a town south of Hanover.

My mother's family name is Hartman.

Hartman?

It may help you find her.

Right.

And now...

I will tell you
what I heard and what I saw.

I had to work hard
to reach the shore.

There was a tide
and it was taking me to the west.

Nobody had warned me of this.

And after about five minutes,
I heard a shot.

It was a single shot, fired from
a gun. I also heard breaking glass.

My first thought was that someone
was firing at me,

but then I realised
this was not the case.

I heard a man.

He was far away but the night
was still and the sound carried.

It seemed to me the man
who had been shot was in pain.

He was...sobbing.

I could see very little in the
darkness but there were two men

there, on the beach.

One man was standing,
the other was kneeling.

Then there was a second shot.

The man who was standing
had shot the man who was kneeling.

He then ran away.

By this time, my boat had drifted
some distance and I began to row.

How long between the two shots?

Less than one minute.

And that is all I can tell you,
Mr Foyle.

Thank you.

And you will speak one day
with my family?

I will.

Thank you.

Auf wiedersehen.

I hope you realise
I could be shot for this.

This isn't a hotel, you know.
It's very kind of you, sergeant.

So long as you don't mention it to
Mr Foyle. He'd hit the bloody roof.

I'm quite good at keeping my living
arrangements a secret from Mr Foyle.

So, do you want the door locking?

No, thank you.

Just get yourself a billet.

And the sooner, the better.

The...er... The man arrested as a spy
on the coast the other night

is a German called Hans Maier.

Yes?

I met him today.

Yes?

He's a very brave man, in many ways.

He's acutely aware
of the situation he's in.

And of what's likely
to happen to him.

What will happen to him?

He'll very probably be executed,
Mrs Redmund.

He asked me to get a message
to his family.

To say goodbye and to tell them
that he loved them

and that he was thinking of them
at the end.

I don't understand why
you're telling us all this.

Don't you?

Do you?

To make sure that I was able to find
his mother, to deliver the message,

he told me that she lived in Alfeld
and that her maiden name was Hartman.

It's just as well that I'm the only
person with this information.

What do you mean, Mr Foyle?

Well, your maiden name is Hartman,
Mrs Redmund.

Your father's sister emigrated
to Germany just before the last war.

So you and Hans are cousins.

Eve?

Yes.

I haven't seen the family
for many years.

Hans and I used to play together.

I had no knowledge that
he was coming to this country.

I knew nothing.

Just a coincidence, then,

that of all the miles of British
coastline he could have chosen

he landed just along the beach
from the house

from which the Home Guard
saw the signal being made

and where you were having dinner.

Mr Foyle, I think you should
be very careful what you're saying.

If you're implying that my wife...

No, no. Not at all.

As a matter of fact, I have
absolutely no evidence whatsoever

that you did slip out
of the Lewes's house

and made the signal to the submarine.

If I did, I'd have to arrest you.

You have my name.

Circumstantial.

As I said, he's a very brave man
and I'm very grateful to him

for the information he's given me
about the death of Richard Hunter.

He's in jail. He was arrested
too quickly to do anyone any harm,

and as far as I'm concerned,

how he got here and who helped him
is none of my business.

I hope you're able to pass
the message on to his mother.

I'll see myself out.

I knew.
What?

I knew it was you.

No.
Yes.

It was just before
dinner was served.

You disappeared.
You were gone for about ten minutes.

I wondered, at the time.

Later, I retraced your steps
to the edge of the cliff.

I knew it was you.

Did...Hans contact you?

Tell me the truth.

It wasn't Hans.

It was just
a voice on the telephone.

They told me he was coming
and what they wanted me to do.

I didn't know what to do, Alan.

I just wanted him to arrive safely.

You just wanted him
to arrive safely?

Do you know what you are?
Do you know what that makes you?

He's my family!
You are a traitor! No!

Foyle should have arrested you!
I should call him back!

Well, why don't you?

Because you're my wife!
Argh!

I will never speak to you again.

I don't care if you stay
or if you go.

As far as I'm concerned,

you don't exist.

If I come into a room,
I want you to leave it.

If you try to speak to me,
I'll walk out.

You can sleep in the spare room.

You can prepare your own meals,
and you can eat them

alone.

I want nothing more to do with you.

Now get out.

Alan...

It was a single shot,
fired from a gun.

I also heard breaking glass.

Sir?
Sam.

You're looking...tired.

Are you not sleeping?
Not a great deal.

I've got a rather hard bed.

You all right to drive?

Absolutely.

Sit down.
I've just got to finish this.

What is it?

An arrest report.

Where did you get this from?

It was found
in Richard Hunter's pocket.

It's the key to his garden shed.

Was he a mechanic?

Yes.

Why do you ask?

This fob - it's a cone
from a gearbox, isn't it?

Is it?

There's an inner cone
and an outer cone.

They connect
and that's what changes the speed.

When I was in the MTC we had
to strip down engines all the time.

I could never
put them back together,

but I did learn
about the synchro-mesh gearbox.

The synchro-mesh gearbox.

Your flight leaves
at 1900 hours from here to Lisbon

and over to Washington.

I'm afraid
it's going to be a bumpy ride.

Oh. Weather?
Storms over the Atlantic.

I don't care about that.
I just want to get home.

What the hell is...?

It's Foyle.

Mr Foyle. You have a habit
of turning up at unexpected times.

I'm afraid I can't stop for a chat.

If you don't mind,
I have a plane to catch.

There's no rush, Mr Paige.

The plane's not going anywhere,
and neither are you.

Why's that?

Because I'm arresting you
for the murder of Richard Hunter.

You're not being serious, are you?

And quite possibly you as well,
Mr Bishop, IF that's your name,

as an accessory.

What the hell's going on here?

Just tell him to get out of the way.

Does your jurisdiction
go as far as that?

Bishop!

Let's hear what he has to say.

This is...unbelievable.

Have you forgotten who I am,
Mr Foyle?

I think you know why I'm here.

It's no longer relevant, Mr Paige.

So I killed Richard Hunter?

Why?

Because about 20 years ago,

he invented a system of cones
on a gear wheel.

A revolutionary idea,
which formed the basis

of what became known
as the synchro-mesh gear system.

He invented it, you stole it.

You patented it in America two years
later and made a fortune out of it.

Do you want me to go on?

No. No, not really.

I'd like to hear the rest of it.

Richard Hunter was
a brilliant student with a bursary

from a highly-respected
British company.

Stealing his idea from him reduced
him to a broken alcoholic failure.

You killed him twice, Mr Paige.

I did not kill Richard Hunter.

If you want the truth,

it was Hunter
that wanted to kill me.

Absolutely true,

which is why he had the gun with him
when he came to the house.

He'd imagined there was nothing
he could do. You were in America.

When he saw your name in the paper
and realised you were in Hastings,

he knew exactly
what he was going to do.

He was going to get money out of you
and shoot you if he couldn't.

Must have been quite a shock for you,
setting eyes on him again.

Especially in this place.
Yeah, that was certainly true.

What wasn't true
is that you refused to meet him.

You arranged to see him on the beach,
after dinner.

I saw him leaving the house.

He threatened you, didn't he?

You know what I want.

I want money.

It was my idea
and you took it from me.

Come on, Richard.
You know that's not true.

You helped me, sure.
But I'm the one had to make it work.

No, no, no.

That's not true, either.

If it hadn't been for me,
you'd have been nothing.

Forgive me, but I'd have said
you're the one who's nothing.

Yeah, but I mean my son
could be something.

With your money,
he could get an apprenticeship.

He could have his chance.

You owe me.

I don't owe you anything.

It was my idea.

You took it from me.

You said you were going
to get the backing.

You never answered my letters.
You pretended I didn't exist.

Put the gun down.

He had the gun.

You're not going to use it.

But you're a risk-taker, Mr Paige.
You knew he couldn't kill.

Put it down.
And you were right.

Aaaargh!

I'm going to do for you, Paige.

I'm going to tell everybody.

I should have told everybody
years ago.

I'm going to tell the world
what you did to me.

He couldn't kill - but you could.

You knew exactly
what it would look like.

A wreck of a man, found dead on
a deserted beach with his own gun.

A risk to shoot him, yes.

A bigger one to let him live?

I don't think so, Mr Paige.

He couldn't have
been any trouble to you.

You took the wrong one.

You have a fine imagination,
Mr Foyle.

But if you'll forgive me
for pointing this out,

you can't prove
a single word you've said.

As a matter of fact, I can.

There's a witness.
In fact, there are two.

Two witnesses?

One was in a boat,
the other was in a car in Wood Lane,

the track you took from Romney House.

You know about him, don't you?

What?

Colin Morton.

He's what's known as a trekker.

Trekkers sleep in their cars,
away from built-up areas

to escape the bombing.

He saw you.

And he'll testify against you.
And it was you who abducted him.

I arrested him, yes.
And you're Military Intelligence?

Doesn't matter what he is.

And I don't give a damn
about your deductions, Mr Foyle.

You can't arrest me.

Tell him.

Yes, I'm afraid Mr Paige is right.

I outrank you, Mr Foyle.

May I ask you to come with me?

I'm very sorry
I can't let you arrest him.

Why?
Because of 50 ships, Mr Foyle.

Out-of-date rusting ships,

with appalling armaments
and accommodation.

Ships we may never actually use.
American ships?

Yes.

We need the Americans, Mr Foyle.

They're the best friends we have.

If we can't persuade them

to provide us with arms, food,
ammunition and all the rest of it,

we will not survive.

Why do we need Howard Paige?

Whatever else he is, Paige is
a great supporter of this country.

American allies
have made a huge difference.

They've brokered a deal

that will be the start of many more.

They've created a lifeline
that could last the entire war.

Starting with 50 ships?

They're symbolic. Only Americans
understand their significance.

They get very emotional about it,

giving away a piece of their navy
to a foreign country.

They even had to change
their own laws to make it possible.

But the point is,
it opens the floodgates.

By this one commitment, they'll show
the world whose side they're on.

America will become the arsenal
of democracy, Mr Foyle.

Nothing less.

Arresting him would compromise this?
It would destroy it.

The American allies
would lose all credibility.

The scandal would have repercussions
you can't begin to imagine,

the ships might not even sail.

This isn't the first time you've
crossed military intelligence.

I hope you understand
that the actions I've taken

have been forced on me
and not taken lightly.

You mean lying on his behalf,
searching my office,

arresting Colin Morton for being
in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Mr Morton is in Whitehall
being interviewed.

And you'll go on interviewing him,
until Paige is out of the country.

I don't like this
any more than you do, Mr Foyle.

The man is a killer
and he should be hanged.

But right now, you can draw
a direct line between Howard Paige

and the outcome of this war.

Are you planning to arrest me?

I hope you won't
make that necessary.

And what am I going to tell
Richard Hunter's widow and his son?

You could tell them
that he was a casualty of the war.

And if I don't go along
with all this?

You're an intelligent, capable man.

I am sure you will bring yourself
to see things

from our point of view.

I want to see him.

Why?

Well, I'd love to say goodbye.

Mr Paige.

Mr Foyle.

I really hope
this is a final goodbye.

Not at all. Only temporary.

You sound like a sore loser.

You know what the French say?

C'est la guerre.

Precisely, Mr Paige.

It's the war.

And no war has lasted forever
and neither will this.

A year, maybe ten, but it will end.

And when it does, Mr Paige,
you will still be a thief, a liar,

and a murderer,
and I will not have forgotten.

And wherever you are,
I will find you.

You're not escaping justice,
merely postponing it.

Au revoir.

Sam?

Sir.

What are you doing here?

Well, it's a long story, really.

You'd be amazed how many
guest houses and hotels are full.

I've spoken to the billeting
officer, and there isn't anything.

You have nowhere to live?

The long and short of it
is I've ended up here.

You can't sleep here.

It's not too bad.

The mattress is a bit hard.

It's not really a mattress,
it's more of a sort of...plank.

For God's sake...

Look, it won't bother me
if it doesn't bother you.

You can use the back room
at my house.

Andrew isn't there. Just until you
get yourself sorted - if you like.

Could I, sir? Are you sure?

Yes, yes.

But do me a favour,
don't mention it to the others.

They really wouldn't approve.
No.

I'd be very discreet.

Good. Come on.

Have you had dinner, sir?

No. Why?

Well, I could cook for you,
if you like.

Well, that's very decent of you.
I don't mind.

Do you like coq au vin?

See if you can keep up this time,
Foyle.

That's France straight ahead.

Try not to get lost.

Help!

There's a bomb.
There's a what?

Are you up for this?
You bet I am!

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