Original subtitles

What time is it?

Sorry, I did not mean to wake you up!

- I'm cold. Come back to bed. - I can is 6.30.

Give us a kiss!

I can not! I told.

So we will be after we get married?

There will not work. Not after the war.

Fucking war does not end soon!

You're a lovely girl, you know, Grace?

I can not live without you.

You are my love!

Harry...

- What? - We have to talk.

- About what? - You know what.

- I talked about this. - I know but...

Not now, Gracie. You have to go to work.

Come on, go!

- Hey! - What?

Are not you forgetting something?

I lost my head, if it had not caught his shoulders.

You heard what the doctor said. You have to take care of yourself.

You know, why do not we meet for tea at Corner House after work!

- Can you afford? - You can pay you.

Harry!

Do not let Mr. Johnson to influence you.

DECEMBER 1942

- Thank you, Stan! - To have a good day!

Bye Bye!

I thought I would take them again. I know you!

You're sad?

Be optimistic, baby! Things are not so black as they seem!

I say "old Adolf" It's back on you.

Oh, I have not seen. Not yet.

Someone should tell it's on the wrong side.

I think you'd better go to be treated in Berlin.

The problem with Eddie, is that always makes the wrong choice.

Are you okay, honey? You look a bit peaky.

I'm just tired, I guess.

Come on, Grace. A make us late.

Sir.

So, what is this?

- Looks like a hairpin. - Not just like a hairpin.

It really is a hairpin. What's here?

Sorry, Mr. Baker, I forgot about it. Good?

Not! Not good, Miss Law.

You fall into a car and produce a spark?

You want to blow and to do all angels?

It's a simple hairpin. I have not seen it. I am sorry!

Next time, if there are any, I penalized five shillings.

Now get in there!

Come on, Grace. Wake up from numbness!

OK?

Grace, go get more another.

Rearrange script and timing ~ ~ - Virgil G.N. ~

The translation and adaptation ~ ~ - Virgil G.N. ~

Foyle's War

Season 4, Episode 3 A sad winter solstice.

I was thinking... go to my parents in Haslemere.

My sister will be there, so Martin.

- I was wondering if you'd like. - Edie!

- Well, you have no family, is not it? - No.

Well, just you do not want to spend Christmas alone.

I talked to my mom and she's good to see you.

You will be there only as a family friend.

- I would love! - Seriously?

- Yes. - Then it's settled.

- You can not leave here. - No. I will wait.

You do not want to be late.

- Did not you say lunch with Mr. Foyle? - Not quite, not exactly.

Go! See you tonight.

- Good morning! - I'm afraid we have not opened, sir.

I do not understand. I am hoping to make a reservation for Christmas.

- I'm afraid we do not have jobs. - Oh God!

You are Mr. Tremayne?

Yes it is.

Jack said we should say that I come from him.

- Jack? - Jack Bentley.

Oh, Jack! He has recommended.

- Ah! So, you know Jack? - I know Jack.

Not quite right, but we now have a business together.

- So that, Mr...? - Black.

And what do you do, Mr. Black?

Well, a little of everything.

- I keep myself in position, you know how it is. - True enough.

More specifically, where did you meet?

- Smithfield. - Smithfield is a big place.

- In "The Hind". - It's always there, is not it?

There is always, huh?

I suggested I should ask about your particular menu.

He said a price?

Well 5 bob... I would rather be here, right?

Not what we offer you.

Make seven shillings for cargo "sensitive" and three of the reservation.

It means that money, offer something very special.

- We offer you anything you do not find elsewhere. - It's fine!

- Want to take a look? - I would love.

Frank... bring that package!

Are not we seen?

No, I used to come here, but since you are your

- How long have you been here? - For a year.

London... really do not want to know!

Now take a look at this.

Well, that really is very special, right?

- Understand what I mean? - Yes.

Jack is really admirable!

- So I take it you're interested? - Certainly I am.

- So we have a deal? - Yes, we understand.

- How many will there be? - Oh, about half a dozen.

I present to you.

- Satisfied that we solve here? - Yes, sir.

- And what about the facts? - Put them all in the trunk.

God takes care of us, gentlemen,

Let nothing disturb us,

I think we brought but chicken

For peace and joy.

What are you doing?

It seems that this year, Christmas came early.

What do you mean?

Well, Mr. Tremayne does not need them now.

Put those back!

- What? - You heard! Put it back! Now!

Come on! I closed the place that. Nobody needs that.

That's not the idea. What do they call theft.

It's exactly the same reason that I arrested Mr. Tremayne.

I arrested for illegal business. I just did "clean".

- Oh, so it says? - What's up with you, Mr. Milner?

Before you reach Sergeant, you were not so.

How dare you talk to me like, Agent!

Consider yourself registered.

And if one piece These chickens lacking,

You will spend Christmas behind bars.

You understand?

Sir, a lady wants to see you.

- You are in charge? - I never know for sure.

I'm sitting here an hour and I have the whole afternoon free.

I want to talk a little, if you do not mind.

Good.

- Hilda Greenwood. You are Mr. Foyle? - Yes.

You the one that I wanted to talk. Somewhere alone.

- It's important. - Around here.

Brookie... dreaming, or is this even...

- It's a turkey, Miss Stewart. - It is absolutely huge!

Does 7 kg, I'd say.

I've never seen such a turkey, before the war.

- How do they have? - I guess from Smithfield Market.

- That's what you do? - Mhm!

You can not move there for "pilfering".

Have people announcing immediately if they see someone coming.

- What will happen to him? - I keep it locked up until trial.

Why? Only he did nothing.

It is probable, Miss Stewart. I thought that the safe is kept locked.

I like to "fly" right now, right?

Peters! I want to talk to you.

I bought it honestly and fairly. I read Poultry order.

No person shall be forbidden to buy or sell a turkey.

- To increase it. - That's why I took it, but he died.

What else could I do?

- Where did you buy? - I told you. From the market.

- From a breeder registered. - Seriously?

That's the bill... with a forged signature.

- How could I know that? - It's signed "W Churchill".

I have not looked at it.

Mr. Tremayne...

people can die bring food in this country.

You know what happens.

Do you think I'm doing this for some to get rich quickly?

I thought only my clients.

Well, maybe you should have thought it would get 14 years?

What?

That must remain here between us, within these walls, right?

Yes!

Grace Phillips did not know her too long.

But she was a nice girl.

He worked at a hairdresser before they come to us.

It was us several months and at first seemed pleased.

But it changed. I could see that something worrying.

And then, about a week ago,

I got a single toilet, with tears in his eyes.

I asked her: "What the heck is happening?".

But it was not very coherent. He continued to cry.

But he tells me something.

"It is wrong to steal." That's what I said.

Exactly these words. What do you think could that mean?

- Well, you tell me! - I have no idea.

And a week after that happens This "accident", and everything ends.

I'm not going to say anything, Mr. Foyle, so you tell me

A girl perfectly happy change suddenly overnight.

It terrified. Do not talk to anyone.

And then make a mistake, to death.

Now everyone says it was an accident,

But I think anyone should take a look at it. That's all.

- For Grace! - Thank you!

Ladies!

We have 10 minutes, Mr. Baker.

Okay, okay, take money! Make a collection for Grace!

Grace?

Poor Grace! Now he does not need anything, right?

No need to say that. He does a mother.

Thank you! 70 years.

Thank you! Everything goes at it.

I thought someone should do something for her.

If you want, I will not force you.

That's not what I meant.

- Here! - Very generous of you.

I take it you will not go to the funeral?

- I cut my half day if I do. - I do not make the rules.

You know you're behind this, Mr. Baker!

You have five minutes, not ten. Enjoy your dinner!

E Grace.

- Morning! - How are you?

- Harry? - What?

I did not expect to see you here. Not after what happened.

I... I mean... you know!

Grace.

What else could I do?

To stay home and think only of her?

It's not the best idea, is not it?

- Do you want me here? - Of course, Harry. It's fine.

I'm glad to see you.

So how's it going?

It's not good. It spoiled everything.

The ignition system is useless.

- Loss of time if you ask me. - Yes.

- Well, not for long. - Are you going to continue?

Not I. We, Eric!

We go further, right?

I just thought about what happened to Grace and the rest.

Grace not counter each.

Three days. Both have available to do it.

Good.

- Are you still with me!? - Of course.

I'd hate to think that you turned against me.

I am with you, Harry, to the end.

To the end! I like this!

- Still working on that bike? - What do you mean, Mr. Johnson?

You know what I mean.

That bike here since Monday and you you just grabbed it.

It has a problem with the ignition cables.

I know it's a problem with cables, Eric. For it is here.

Tomorrow I will not be here, Mr. Johnson. I have to go to the funeral.

Yes of course!

Grace... I'm sorry, Harry!

What happened... it was awful.

Well... we still have to work.

And since you're here, you'd better do it.

I never cared for Grace.

I never cared for him than ever.

Old bastard! "You might as well give him with her."

Give her before what? This pile of garbage, do not go anywhere!

No no no! Look what you did. Just fix it!

Shut up, Eric! Just shut up, okay?

- Ms. Stewart? - Brookie!

I was just looking at...

A real shame, is not it?

- I'll ruin sitting here. - In a few weeks, I think.

When it is the process?

As things go now, not before the end of January.

- It seems a terrible loss. - Yes.

Sorry! Mister. Foyle's ready to go home.

Oh God! Good.

How did you manage?

Once started, she could not stop.

Good.

- Sir! - Are you ready?

- Yes, sir. - Good night!

Good night, sir! Good night, Sam!

- Paul. - Jane!

He said he still work here.

You have a new sergeant on duty.

- What are you doing here? - In Hastings?

- No. Here! - I came to see you.

- Why? - I want to come home, Paul!

- I want to get back to you. - Jane... stop!

- It's been two years and a half. - Know.

But we're still married. I'm still your wife.

I know I was stupid. I know I was wrong.

But I want to get back.

Do you mind if I go to have a cup of tea while you wait, sir?

Go! Just try to avoid being recruited.

Do not worry, sir. "Break it" was not for me.

Mr. Foyle. Nice to meet you!

- How are you? - Around here!

I am Godfrey Watson, general manager here.

Working on a firm construction machinery, is not it?

In good times, yes. It was converted in 1940.

Now we are powerful projectiles, 20,000 per week.

Enter!

He is Edward Baker, my production director.

- Sit down! - Thank you!

- Want some tea? - No, thank you very much!

A lot of women are employed here.

Yes. About 40% of workers are women.

We can not do without them.

Now we train a whole new army of women lathes, milling machines, planers, Mold.

And are doing very well. Some even better than men.

Causing you problems?

Well, yes, there is a rivalry between them.

What investigated, Mr. Foyle?

Well, not investigating any particular purpose.

I just want to know what I can say about a woman here.

- Grace Phillips. - Oh yes! It buried afternoon.

It's so sad!

- Many accidents? - One year, two last year.

It's a dangerous job. Everyone knows that.

The smallest vibration can cause an explosion.

Rubbing. A spark. Any.

Even so, I had four deaths in three years.

Under the national rate of accidents.

Certainly, even we did not expect to make the subject of a police investigation.

- I can see where he worked? - Yes of course.

- There was a girl reliable? - Even I could not know.

Mr. Baker?

It was a good worker, though not here long.

Two, maybe three months.

It was a bit preoccupied with something.

Cam sickly. I saw it several times.

- What was it? - I can not tell.

But we can learn easily.

Many girls complain of minor ailments.

Neurasthenia, is the main condition here, as you can imagine.

Well .. we respiratory, digestive and skin, of course.

Is that normal?

Girls like Grace, handling a number of poisonous materials.

- Tetril. Corda. Trinitrotoluene. - TNT!

Can I get a yellow discoloration of the skin.

Especially those working sector of dust.

I see.

We can give their personnel files, if you're help.

I would, thank you.

We had to close the whole area.

There were many chemicals, when it produced the explosion.

It'll take a few days to clean the area.

We lost a whole week of production.

Poor girl!

I have to say, Mr. Foyle, if you know anything about Ms. Phillips does not tell us,

maybe I should.

I know absolutely nothing. Why I'm here.

It was a perfectly normal girl. As hundreds.

- Do you mind if I sit? - No. Please!

Look at this. Almost half a penny for less mess.

Very profitable, I would say.

- Hand out is yours? - A my boss. Yes.

- Who is? - A police officer.

- Working with the police? - Well yes. Somehow.

They are the police driver.

You came here about Grace?

I was there when it happened.

Room assembly work projectiles?

Team of suicide.

I am a full member!

- So... what happened? - I do not know. I did not see anything.

I think he missed a warhead.

No offense, but I was surprised.

Grace did not look too good this morning. He slept standing.

If you ask me, I would have to allow him to enter.

- But you were not hurt? - No. I was lucky.

I just walked out, to bring more warheads.

I would like to do what you do.

I was not I would not mind to do what you do.

Nice way for a lady to go through this war.

So how is this?

It's a man's job, is not it?

But we do as well as them and that's why he avoids.

We receive half of what they receive.

3 pounds and 3 shillings a week.

And they are not happy that you are here?

I always find faults what we do.

I can not tell you how often I thought to take my treadle.

- And why do not you? - Because I'm an idiot.

Not! That's not it!

Billy mine is in Libya. He's a gunner.

I like to think I am doing here, there's not need them.

Do you understand what I mean?

It makes me feel that I contribute something to it.

Hours go hard?

They gave us two o'clock break this afternoon.

And that's because Grace.

- Funeral! - Yes.

Normally, the master did not grudge better give us free.

He organized a collection for her mother

and said that there must be a few of us.

That tells you something about our work, right?

To go to a funeral, it's best part of a week of work.

- Is something wrong, Mr. Baker? - No, sir.

- You seemed a little disturbed by Mr. Foyle. - Why would I be? I have no reason.

I'll give you two girls who knew better to go to the funeral.

Sir, are you sure it's a good idea?

Everyone is upset. It's good for morale.

- However production is affected. - Well, even so!

I will go myself and I think should be there too.

- Sir... I wanted to tell you something. - What's this about?

Well, actually it's that turkey.

- I know it's none of my... - That's right!

But I was wondering if you plan to leave in the sample chamber until it breaks down.

Where would you put it?

What I mean, is it really needed him to court?

- Yes, I'm afraid! - Christmas is soon, sir.

And sardine cakes are very good,

but not too fit this holiday, is not it?

Well...

You do not think the judge would bother him if I'll disappear feet?

- I mean, to eat the evidence? - Not all. Only a foot or two!

What do you think a judge to say about it?

Not. There's nothing to do! I closed the subject.

You know, sir, quite soon start smelling.

Sir!

Sorry to ask, but I can get free this afternoon?

It's a personal matter, but an important one.

- Of course. - Thank you!

Everything is alright?

- Yes, sir. - Good.

- Sam? - Sir!

- Can you help me with something. - Yes, sir?

In this afternoon's funeral takes place Grace Phillips.

- I wonder if it bothers you... - No, sir. A delight.

Well, do what you can and find out who is there.

Talk to her mother if possible.

- Cathedral St. Paul cemetery. - Mind to go?

- At all. I'll do my best. - Very good.

The only way to lose a few hours here, it's a funeral.

We should have more of these.

From the beginning, I was going to go.

Mr. Johnson!

Mr. Johnson!

Do not go, Mr. Johnson?

Oh no! I do not think it's fair for me to be there.

- What this means? - I really have not met.

I've rented a room.

He used to say that they are like a father.

- When you said that? - Often!

Pray for her.

I rented a room. That's all.

- Come on, Harry. - Take it with you.

And first thing tomorrow, I find here.

- Pies? - Yes please!

Not for me. Thank you!

Once you're back in Norway, I know it was unbearable.

And it was not just your wound. Believe me this, please!

I had so many plans together, and suddenly everything was ruined.

- You have been changed. - And I was wrong. Now I understand that.

But I learned so much being away from you.

All I know is that I still love you and want to be with you.

I met someone else.

What? Who?

- Does it matter? - Yes, I would like to know.

- It's Edith. - Edith Ashford?

Since the school did to ogle. Lives with you?

- In our house? - It's "our home" Jane. It is mine.

No, he does not live there. Not yet.

- But you asked her to marry him? - It's none of your business!

Are not you forgetting something? That in fact we are still not divorced?

- It's been almost three years. - But I have three years, is not it?

Marriage Act 1937.

I can come back if I... and I could do it.

My sister wants me to Wales, so I had nowhere to go.

So, can I say to Edith.

Stay away from me, Jane.

And stay away and Edith. I warn you!

- What? - It's over between us!

You are no longer part of my life.

So, stay away! Or otherwise...!

As we contemplate this young life,

End so suddenly and prematurely,

we must remember that Grace Phillips gave his life for his country,

in exactly the same way as do so many young people everywhere.

So we must appreciate her courage,

and all men and women who work with her,

providing support our troops.

Grace!

- Want to say a few words? - Yes, sir!

Grace was my life. Would get married.

We would spend the rest of our lives together.

I am sorry?

But that was my fault.

Well...

Grace problem was that...

He was happy where he was.

And then I had to put my foot down

and to say that we should not settle for less.

To do something more.

And it I thought...

because girls like her do it.

I thought sure of it. He was ill in her last days.

You know that and yet you let her do it.

- Wait a minute! - Why have not you sent home?

My love was turned to dust and m left alone.

- What am I gonna do? - I did not know she was sick.

We did everything we could to work safely.

Gentlemen, it's neither the time nor the right place!

Harry! Let us drown sorrows, yes?

Yes!

I do not want to be here. Not with them!

Speak with a prayer to the Lord.

Our Father who art in heaven,

Hallowed be thy name

Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done,

Both in heaven and on earth

Give us this...

A local girl, who died in an explosion of ammunition

The second fatal accident in the last 18 months.

Jane, dear, if you climb, put the kettle.

Just sit less, Mollie.

Have you heard of Grace?

- Yes, it's awful! - You did not tell me!

I did not know whether to tell or not. You have so much on my mind. You did not worry.

- Are you okay? - Yes...

- Not quite, not exactly. Not! - You saw?

- Mollie, I gotta go! - But you just got!

- Sorry, I need to see Paul. - What? Again?

It was the best hairdresser mine. Jane Milner.

Sorry, ma'am! It's not here.

- Do you know where? - I think that home.

You can tell that I was here and I want to see it?

Of course, ma'am.

Wonderful, is not it, sir?

- Is it? - The smell! Fresh turkey, sir.

I've never seen such a bird for two years.

You talked to Sam?

Ms. Stewart, sir?

Not lately.

- Good night! - Good night, sir!

- There are only three months. - Three months, three weeks and two days.

- Are you sometimes like... - As we together forever?

Of course we are.

And we will do that until Hitler will throw in the towel,

then we'll get married and we have as much milk we want

oranges and bananas and sweets and anything else we want,

and we have a real life.

- You really think so? - Paul, I said. I will not leave you.

Of course not! What do you mean? What are you trying to do...?

Why are you following me? What do you want?

What are you doing? That's ridiculous!

Leave me alone!

What are you doing? Not!!

- What you did yesterday? - At the funeral, sir?

- Yes. - Well, very strange.

Seriously?

Well, it was not many people there.

Some co-workers and family members, but not her mother, for example.

- Why do you think was right? - I do not know. Maybe he could not cope.

However, the factory a collection was made for her.

- Mm-hm! - Her friend?

There was a young man. Looks good. He spoke to her grave.

He said that Grace did not have to work as long as they knew she was sick.

- I'm afraid it was not any fun. - Well, it was a funeral.

Not. I mean... It was something about him.

It was like...

It's hard to say, but I think we have, it was quite false by what he said.

As theater play.

Well, thank you went.

Only you know, sir. Always make your service with pleasure.

Including going to a funeral.

Sir!

Bad news, I'm afraid.

They found a dead girl, right next to the promenade.

Murdered last night. Blow to the head.

- We know who he is? - Yes, sir.

I tried to keep it a secret, but the world begins to stir around.

- Is Mrs. Milner, sir. - What?

- Jane Milner? - Yes, his wife. I mean, his ex-wife.

I understand you were divorced.

That's impossible. She's in Wales.

I'm afraid there is no doubt, Miss Stewart.

It was here yesterday morning and actually asked Mr. Milner. I saw it myself.

- What time was that? - At 6.30 sir.

If I recorded in the register.

- Where is he? - Not yet, sir.

It's the first time since I know when late for work.

It is believed to have been killed At about 22.00 last night.

Apparently this is the murder weapon.

You just missed the coroner, sir. He was called to Hove.

- I asked me to give you this. - Thank you!

- Who found her? - Two young sir.

Working Hardcastle, store curtains. It's their way to work.

It's empty, sir.

So far, not a word to anyone about this.

Do not worry, sir. You can count on me.

- Sergeant Milner. - Where is everybody?

Well... there was an incident in the city.

What kind of incident?

I can not tell, sir.

What are you doing here, Miss Law? I do not think it's time for the morning break.

- I was told that you're here, Mr. Baker. - If you want to talk, come to my office.

I thought that you can see in a more informal.

Understand, I thought I could have some time off now that Christmas is coming.

The factory does not close for Christmas. You know this.

You will receive free one and a half, like everyone else.

I would like three days.

- Pardon? - I think I've heard, Mr. Baker.

Eve, Christmas and the day after Christmas.

- I ask too much? - Why you asking me this now?

That's out of the question.

And you might think of a Christmas bonus.

- Miss Law... - Or...

I could start talking about Grace Phillips.

What are you talking about?

I was at the funeral, you remember?

I could talk to someone. It seems that he was her cousin.

- Has plenty to say. - What are you saying here?

Well, he told me about Grace.

And about her poor mother.

It is true that the police was here, Mr. Baker?

- Asking questions, is not it? - They did a routine investigation.

Well... might not be routine, if I talk.

I can not do what I ask.

You take care of the payment list when the time comes, they will do what you recommend.

- Blackmailing me. - Do not do anything like that.

Do a good job here.

I just want to get a little more of what I deserve.

I'll think about it.

You do!

I take good care If I were you, Ms. Law...

in a place like this.

Your husband has left home. You are absolutely alone.

- What you say? - I know everything about you.

I know where you live.

Just try to touch me.

You do not know, Miss Law. You know nothing about me.

You do not know what they are capable.

Are you sure it is?

I can see her?

- You know he's here? - Yes, sir. I saw her yesterday.

How was it...?

Well... she was attacked with a brick.

- When? - Last night, at 10am.

What can you tell me?

I drank tea with her yesterday at Spread Eagle.

- When was the last time I saw her. - What did?

It's hard to explain.

Well, I hate to ask this, but in these circumstances...

Sir, I said I was divorced, but it was not true.

I could be in a few months. She was the one that I left.

But it seems that it has changed her mind and no longer wanted.

He asked me to get back.

- He knew... your present situation? - Edith?

I told him.

He was very upset. Angry.

He asked if we can go home and have I said this is not possible.

Where to stay?

There is a hairdresser on High Street.

He worked there before marriage.

And...

- Last night? - I was home.

I broke Edith at 21.00.

Sir, I know how to show it.

You have every right to treat me like a suspect.

Well, I mean I have absolutely no doubt that you have anything to do with it

- but we have to do everything by the book. - I understand.

- You suspended? - No no no!

But obviously, you do not get involved in this investigation.

And we, I'm afraid you'll have to take a look at your home and in your office.

I wondered why he had to lie about divorce?

Because it was simpler.

After he left, I wrote suggesting a divorce, but...

she replied, so...

I thought as we are.

The more I say, have both a more thought.

- Edith did you say? - No, I lied.

I just...

I just wanted Jane to get out of my life.

Now out!

Sir... you think Mr. Milner has anything to do with his wife's death?

What makes you think I'll answer that question?

I was not quite clear, we do not talk about cases?

Yes, sir.

- We talk often about cases? - No, sir.

- And then we'll talk about that? - No, sir.

I put everything back exactly as it was.

If you find something worth attention, come directly to me.

- I understand, Sergeant. - Sergeant!

Hey, your face around here things Sgt. Milner.

You two, get off!

I know it's hard, but I would be grateful if you would answer a few questions.

Yes.

Just leave me a minute! I'll be right back.

Of course.

Jane...

Jane stayed with me.

I did not understand what was not returned last night.

I was very worried about her.

- You know where they go? - Yes. To meet with her husband.

But of course you know that. Working for you

He did this, right?

Have you arrested?

Jane had no enemy except him.

He behaved very well with it.

- Did she tell you that? - Why do you ask that?

It has returned the day before. He met with him, he was very upset...

He said he was going to meet him again.

And it was then I saw her last.

I know he's your friend and try and defended...

but he killed her.

He killed her!

- You heard? - What are you, Eric?

Police studded all Hastings.

They found a girl killed, struck violently, near the promenade.

Terrible!

I tell you, no one is safe these days.

- So you know nothing about it? - Why should I know that?

I just thought you heard me. That's all.

Not. Now I know.

- Want a cup of tea? - Yes, if you do.

So who was the woman you here last night?

- My wife. - What?

It's a joke, Eric. But the lady who I saw last night?

There was a lady. It was my wife!

- What's with you today, are you so angry? - I do not know.

You know, I was just thinking, Harry...

Although these businesses... police and the rest...

maybe not the right time, you know?

- Try to give back? - No no no!

Oh... right time, Eric. Everything is set.

I know Eric ..

And all "cops" dealing with violent hit this poor woman,

They will not have time for us, eh?

It's fine!

How do you know it was hit violently?

- You told me. - Really?

Well I do not know. I must have heard somewhere.

Come on, you really think that had something to do with it?

I do not know her. I do not even know who he is.

It has nothing to do with me.

- I'm so sorry for Jane! - Thanks, Sam!

I can not believe what happened.

Here, it seems someone always dies each, but do not expect it to be someone you know.

If you can help with something, tell me, is not it?

Of course. Thanks, Sam!

Take a seat.

Anything, sir?

Well, I spoke with the woman at the hairdresser.

- Mrs. Summersgill. - Mhm!

- Helpful? - I would not even say that.

Well... I found this.

It was next to your wife when she was found.

- I was wondering, perhaps you recognize the writing? - No, sir.

- It sent Hastings. - Sent about a week ago.

- There was no letter in the envelope? - It was not.

This may be why he was killed?

Unfortunately, we... I also found this.

It's my shirt. - Raised in your home.

- Why? - Well, why do you?

In this situation, I should say that I cut when I was shaving?

Well, I'm glad you do not, because not your blood, but your wife.

This is ridiculous!

There must be a mistake.

There is no explanation.

Of course. This is not true..

There can be only one explanation, is not it?

Also... I went to the hotel where you and your wife have been seen.

- Some people from there... - ...I heard when we were fighting.

Well, an argument collision, as has been described.

Well, it was... hot, but not violent.

- Well, whatever it was, you threatened? - No!

- Not explicitly. - How explicit should be?

Sir...

I can not deny the fight, but I can not find explanation for the shirt.

What are you up to?

- Mister. Foyle? - Yes.

I know I should not be here, but we can go?

Yes.

I...

I understand that you have suspended Paul.

Well... you saw?

I talked to him yesterday, but in passing.

You can not suspect that he killed his wife, right?

You know that would be absurd.

Know. You tell me that you can not discuss it with me.

But how can you be so cruel?

It was with you in the last two years.

It is true. He did everything for you

Listen, I'm sorry, but I think you should go.

Not! Wait! I am sorry!

I have no reason to tell you so. That's not why I came here.

The truth is... I'm desperate and worried about him.

Understand... he told me about shirt. You got blood on it.

- Her blood. That's what I said. - Yes.

They met, you know. He did not reject it. Maybe he went there...

somehow...

- Did you know that there are divorced? - I did not know.

Not until last night. Then she said.

- V-shocked? - Paul was lying to himself.

I do not think I lied.

Lie still.

You're right.

I would not have come here.

You know that in other circumstances would have been arrested,

suspended and quite possibly jailed?

Know.

Do what you can.

No, do I think that's right.

And I'm sorry that I said something that I did not want to hear.

- Do you think he's guilty? - No. I do not believe.

But I think you do.

Awful, is not it, miss?

What's terrible?

To waste good food at such times, you know?

- Will not be long until you start to stink. - I do not even think about it.

Not. I suppose not.

The whole place is starting to stink if you ask me.

And what is said about Sgt. Milner are nothing.

I'm sure Mr. Foyle will give the head of this stuff.

I hope so. With all hope.

By the way, about what it is worth... I have the key.

- From what? - From material evidence room.

I told you so that you may know.

- Everything's fine, Ms. Stewart? - Yes, thank you, Brooke.

Not. Not really!

Even a midwinter's sad, is not it?

Well, I just got some news that might cheer you up.

- There is a witness. - What?

When Mrs. Milner was killed.

There was one person there and just phoned.

In a way, I am very grateful to Herr Hitler.

He and his war, they gave me something to do.

Oh, yes, I saw it.

I was on my way home.

There are 12 fire guards in this district.

- Responsible job. - Yes.

I have not had any raid lately.

Just draw up reports.

Weekly meetings.

In fact, I've never seen a fire.

I drink a lot of tea.

- Want one? - No, I do not want. Thank you!

You want to be helpful and to me explain again what you saw, exactly?

I thought I told you already.

Well, you said you saw a young and someone was following her.

Oh yes! Certainly watched.

I heard her saying: "Why are you following me?"

- So she said. - But he did not say anything?

I really can not remember. I do not think he said something.

If it did, I'd heard his voice.

I did not realize he was going to kill her.

I just read about it in the morning paper.

I think there are some of those, you know,

some of those spouses who quarrel.

Have you seen?

Oh, yes, I see, but of course, it was dark.

Did you recognize when you see it again?

- I would not want to see him again. - But if you doing it?

Yes I think so.

I should see him again, to be sure.

Well, if you organize a group recognition section,

you be kind enough to come?

I do not mind.

I mean, not now, but I'll send a car for you to bring you.

- Oh, thank you! - Thank you!

- Ready? - Ready, sir!

Sorry I interrupted.

Sorry, but I got bored sitting here.

Something here Grace Phillips. On the first page.

- That's it? - Yes.

Poor girl! Barely 20 years old.

I've seen it before.

- It's Grace, huh? - Yes.

It was made before the war. She changed her hairstyle.

These days, fashion comes from America.

It's easy to wash and make it wavy.

All the girls want to look like Veronica Lake.

- Did you know her boyfriend? - No, not really.

But I saw a few times out and into the bank next door.

But he did not come here.

Jane and Grace were friends, right?

Yes, there were more than that.

Both were hairdressers, but...

Grace was orphaned when he was young and left to fend for themselves.

He used to imitate Jane as her older sister.

Jane he spoke about it during his time with you?

Yes. Well, I saw the newspaper thing Grace's death and was very upset.

Recognize this handwriting?

Well yes. It's Grace.

Mr. Foyle, this has nothing to do with anything.

Grace was killed in the accident and you said that Jane was killed.

I mean are two different things.

You found something, did not you, sir?

- I even found? - I can tell.

You have a certain look something like:

"Sound the alarm and release the dogs of war."

This is from Julius Caesar.

- The "escape". - What?

Is "Let the dogs of war to escape."

- Is it true? - Yes, but be careful on the road!

Oh shit!

Oh, God!

- Radiator? - Radiator.

- So we do not get where you going? - It looks like it. Sir.

- You got to a workshop? - I hope, sir.

- Well, do your best. - I'm sorry, sir!

I'll walk.

Sorry to have to tell you this, Mr. Foyle, but not exactly the right time.

Just draw payroll for Christmas.

I'm sorry, Mr. Watson, but it's a little hard to arrange a murder investigation,

after-payment of wages.

Crime? What about?

Well, I'm afraid another woman was killed.

A woman named Jane Milner. That tells you something?

Not.

- A friend of Grace Phillips? - No.

It seems that in the morning she died,

Grace was not feeling very well, right?

Who told you that?

It's true. Yes!

She seemed half asleep morning.

Do not tell me that, Mr. Baker.

Well, no, sir. I did not want to bother you with details.

If he was so tired, he would have to come to work?

It was my decision, sir. And maintain.

It's pretty easy to judge someone looking back.

Anemic, obviously. Take a dietary supplement for iron deficiency.

Yes, he was tired.

Yes, it was under enormous stress, but there all the same.

- She made a mistake. - That happened, Mr Foyle.

Workers are working ammunition throughout the country,

who lose fingers, or worse.

Because it can not be just a terrible accident.

She also mentioned something about a theft.

What theft?

First it was murder, and now it's theft.

There is no theft in this factory, Mr. Foyle.

All girls are checked for any metal...

hairpins, safety pins, something that could cause a spark.

Cigarettes, lighters, matches, too.

Every input and output.

They are supervised all day.

We control gates, supervisors and inspectors.

- So you have no idea what he meant? - Absolutely not!

Can I talk to Hilda Greenwood?

Oh... it's her writing hand.

- What was inside? - Was empty.

"Jane Milner." It's the woman who...

- That's right.. - Oh, God!

Obviously, they were friends, and I sent this before he died.

I do not understand what you mean, Mr. Foyle.

I do not think I understand.

You thought Grace was killed deliberately.

- I never said that. - So, why did you come to me?

- I was frightened, not what you told me? - Yes.

- For some thefts that happen here. - That she said.

She just said that.

Oh, I would love to stay with you, but you know how it is.

Either you do your job, or expect to be kicked out of here.

- I told you everything I know. - Good.

- Did you know her boyfriend? - No.

He did not say anything about it?

Well... I think I'll marry him, silly little!

One born every minute, right?

He used to say it's like an actor in those films.

You know what they call him? Jimmy do not know how!

- Stewart? - Cagney.

- So? - Yes.

Yes, he worshiped as a hero. That said.

He showed me a picture once. A pretty cute devil!

He's the one who convinced her to come here, to contribute to the war effort.

For he is good. He's not the one that blew.

It was at the funeral, is not it?

Yes, it was the only time when I saw really.

I do not like it.

There's something about him that gives me the creeps.

- I do not suppose you know where I can find? - No.

Not?

All I said was what it's called. And even the full name.

Harry!

Hello?

Sorry to bother you, but I have car trouble.

I was wondering if you could help me. It seems to have problems with the radiator.

Oh, sorry. I can not help with anything.

This is a private workshop and are busy in over his head.

Well, you can paste it, even temporarily.

Understand, it's a police vehicle and somehow takes precedence.

- Are you the police? - Yes.

I know you?

I know, right? You were at the funeral.

- Are you a friend of Grace Phillips. - What this means?

Well obviously looked very upset. Would get married.

- Maybe! - I am sorry!

Why were you there?

- Well, it's hard to explain. - And yet, you were there.

And now you are here.

- What game do? - No one.

- I told you. My car was broken. - Nice and convenient!

Workshop was nearby and this is the first one I found.

But if you are too busy, I understand. I'll try elsewhere.

- Do not go anywhere. - Hey, wait a minute!

- Harry, what happens? - We're in trouble.

- What? - It's a cop. Is following me.

Not. Not quite, not exactly. No, I swear!

Ask questions.

I just wanted to take care of my car.

Harry, has nothing to do with us. Let her go!

- We can not take chances. - What are you talking about??

- Oh, shut up! - Leaves!

Get out of here! Leaves! Go!

- Get out of my way! - Get out! Leaves!

Harry, what have you done?

Damn fool you are, Harry!

I should not have to get in my way.

- I should not have to my way! - I'm hurt!

Thou hast hurt!

- You know, I was talking to Mr. Foyle. - Why?

- Edie, do not have to do that. - I thought... I do not realize what it does.

You know. I do not think it's possible that he...

Only what to do.

As I did myself.

As you think...?

I mean, you can tell how her blood got on your shirt?

I do not know. There must be a mistake.

Paul...

Even if you killed her, I might try to understand.

- Mean... - No, Edie! You should not say that.

- Why? - Because murder is still murder.

I have met such people,

and you do not even should think I could do that.

I apologize!

- Sir? - Sam's back?

No, sir.

But Sgt. Milner e here, and Mr. Bradshaw waiting.

Good.

- Ready for this? - If you think it's any.

I think we will solve, is not it? Unless you do not want...

- No, sir. I want to do. - Good.

Mr. Bradshaw, I salute you!

- Do you understand what to do? - Yes. I understand.

Good. Take your time.

- I understand what to do. - Good.

This is the man.

- This is the man you saw in the alley? - He was there.

He's the man you saw woman named Jane Milner?

I'm sure he is.

Well, thank you, Mr. Bradshaw.

You are kind to take Mr. Bradshaw home?

He could not see me, sir. I have not been there.

- Mr Foyle. - Yes?

Sorry to say, sir, but you need that something was wrong.

Oh yes?

Well... I do not know Sgt. Milner too long, but...

such a man to kill his wife, it is hard to imagine.

Well, that's very helpful.

You want to say something else before you transfer?

No, sir.

Who went to bring him home Mr. Bradshaw?

Agent Peters, sir. As you requested.

- I want to see him. - Right away, sir.

- You know why you're here? - No, sir.

Well, it seems that I need a new sergeant.

Yes, sir. I think so.

I understand that you and Milner have been trained together at Brighton.

You entered the police about the same time. He was promoted, you do not.

That's correct, sir.

Well, it's never too late.

- Are you interested? - Working with you, sir?

Anyone would jump on this opportunity.

I think... anyway, you never liked Milner. That's how it is?

- Want to know the truth, sir? - In general it helps.

I think it's a bit giddy.

Yes... sometimes it's a little unreasonable, do not you think?

I mean, the job of the restaurant, for example.

I thought that might be a little closer to me and the boys, sir.

- You just stole some food. - It was there to be taken.

And he punished you...

You thought you would have to work from behind?

- What do you mean, sir? - Well, what I mean is...

you've got home Mr. Bradshaw, the old and instability Mr. Bradshaw,

and the opportunity to find and describe him Mr. Milner

hoping it can thus get rid of him.

No, sir.

And it seems to me there are only two ways,

that his wife's blood Milner could get on his shirt.

- A) If he killed; - Well, that is...

And B)... Somebody put him there.

- You have high body there. - Not only me, sir.

You...

I've searched the room.

Look...

I never wanted to go that far.

How far did you want to achieve? The noose?

No no no no!

It started as a joke. That's all!

He was taken from me, so I thought I should pay it back.

It was just a stupid joke.

I just wanted to see you sweat a little.

But once started, I was unable to stop.

I would not be allowed to be hanged. Of course I would not have left.

What to do with me, sir?

You will be charged for obstructing the course of justice and diversion.

For starters.

Now you're nice to go?

- Sergeant Brooke! - Mr. Foyle!

It's bad, it's pretty bad!

Sir?

Oh, my God!!

- Who are you? - Well, I'm a cop. But you?

This workshop is mine. I'm Neville Johnson.

That was when you found him? This is a screwdriver.

- You know him? - Of course. It's Eric.

Eric Clayton. Work for me.

This...

Harry did not you? And he did this.

Even?

Ought to know. I never would have to hire bastard.

What is that supposed to mean?

I always knew there was something wrong with him. That's sick in the head.

Nasty job!

This is somehow a connection the fact that it was built?

No, she said it was asthma. That's what I said.

I think... people from embedding only have looked at it

and decided they can do without it.

I can not believe this. Simply, I do not believe it.

- Where is he now? - Harry? Well...

He gave me an address in Helm Street, but he was never there.

He spent most of the time with his girlfriend.

- Friends? - That girl, Grace Philips.

Of course, there were more than friends.

He thought I do not know, but I have no idea what happened there.

There?

There is an apartment in the backyard beyond the halls.

I told Eric and I want to rent,

and next thing I know, is that she appeared suddenly out of nowhere.

A worker ammunition. Nice girl... that I thought.

It was too late when I realized that they were... together.

Of course, then it was... too late.

- And you let her stay? - She paid rent.

Once a week.

There was nothing wrong with it, except that he was sleeping with.

- I can see the apartment? - Yes, of course.

That, more or less, is what she left behind.

I do not know what to do with them after she...

I thought that a relative could come and raise them.

What is this? Drug?

I did not know she was sick.

It is a supplement for iron deficiency.

These are her clothes. Disgusting, is not it?

Young people today have no sense of decency.

Well, I think she thought I'd marry him, right?

Well, I suppose he could be charming when he wanted.

By him the end, he fooled me.

When he started work, I thought it was just the boy I was looking for.

What did you find there?

Ah, well, that really had to see. That's exactly what I told you.

I do not think they used to use what you think it is used, Mr. Johnson.

- I'm sorry, I'm closed. - Yes I know.

I apologize. I'm sorry to bother you,

I'm just wondering if I could...

Well, the thing is...

I have said, Mr. Foyle, last time you were here.

All workers are controlled with utmost care.

Also they are supervised at all times.

Why Needless to ask again?

Well, last time I was here,

You have not said it was confusing a peterman.

Seriously?

They lived.

I found cables buttons, amplifiers explosion prevention.

Condoms?

Condoms are filled with explosives

and placed between the door and the unlocking handle

Which amplifies power of the explosion.

You think that these come here?

Yes, through Grace. Maybe he's guilty of her death.

He killed her? How? He could not pass the bar.

Well, there was no need to.

What chemicals have access to it?

Especially the heart and TNT. Brought from warehouse there.

Everything is weighed and recorded.

Nothing else?

We deposited a very small amount of nitro-glycerine, but is unstable.

A terrible thing.

And that's a mild appreciation.

Even if, say, it could reach it,

could not get her out, not throw one in the air.

He could use a stabilizer. With methadol.

All too dangerous.

Good thank you!

- By the way, his mother Grace Phillips? - Yes?

- Mother to you make a collection. - What about it?

She's been dead 15 years.

It's true?

How much money you raised?

Answer the question!

About 18 pounds.

And you kept yours?

Well, thanks again. I leave you to clarify that.

Sir, I got a call that was an explosion at a bank.

I can not find the directory.

It happens to be right bank that manages payments munitions factory.

- A call from whom? - The caller, is back.

- No hairdresser? - No, sir.

- You went there? - No, sir. Not yet.

Is open?

I do not believe. There seems to be someone there.

- Not even Mrs...? - Mrs. Summersgill not.

- We know where Harry Osborne? - No, sir. We do not know.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

- He worked here your wife? - And Grace.

This is about the explosion, is not it, sir?

Possible. We should take a look there.

- I do not mind I'll go, sir. - Me neither.

Maybe not the best time for you and Mrs...

Summersgill.

True.

Sir, if he's there, why not wait until the end and arrest him when he comes out?

That would be fine if we knew that in fact it is not there.

- Who the hell are you? - I am the police.

How did you find me?

- I went through the hole in the wall. - Eric died?

- Yes. - Then I'll be hanged, right?

Maybe.

Are you alone?

Well... you like gangster movies, is not it?

Yes!

You probably know the answer to this question.

- Surrender! You're surrounded! - Yes.

And you think I'm going to put the muzzle on this? You're just you.

Are you going to stop me or want me You convince me to give myself?

Well, you're wrong.

- You know what this is? - You tell me.

It is nitro-glycerine. If you break it, we all die.

How about this cop?

- Grace did he get this? - That's right!

- How did he do that? - It was easy.

The smart thought, these to their factory.

She said she'll never be able to do, but finally...

He entered into storage during lunch break.

No one was there.

It was not controlled, is not it?

And sewed a little pocket in the hem of the dress.

- Good! - Nobody's doing there. It was easy.

Shut up!

They will hang, eh?

Yes, it will.

That's faster. And leave together. And it's fun!

And to get a cop to me.

There's something I'd like to know.

Would you like to know! What would you like to know?

- How you killed her? - Grace?

Mhm!

You put something in medicine. Strychnine was not it?

- Who told you that? - Well, he remained on the glass.

Well, yes!

So is Mr. Policeman, only it was rat poison.

- Good. So you put it to steal it? - Yes.

And I was afraid?

Ba was afraid.

"Do not, Harry. You do not have to. We do not need money.

So!?"

But I wanted to do, so I had her bring me stuff.

I mean, why do you think I came out with it?

Good. So she stole it... and then changed your mind?

Yes, I told him to give it back to put it back.

I knew that to tell anyone.

I did as you said.

I poisoned it!

I thought he was gonna die before reaching the factory, but...

this never happened, huh?

You have to admit, it's the perfect crime.

It threw itself in the air.

I did not believe it when I heard.

All the evidence went.

No body in addition to sniffing.

Nothing!

That left the Gracie for you.

Always, she was very careful.

But, he wrote the letter!

You like to clarify just everything, is not it?

To put the point "I" bar on the "T". How long have you been a cop?

Yes.

An old friend of hers.

I did not know it until the bitch did not come to the workshop.

He had a letter and knew about me.

And suddenly Grace is dead and she thinks I do with this.

Threatened me! You know what?

I followed her into town and then... I hit her with a brick.

I killed her!

I took the letter, and the rest you know.

Grace should not have to write, right?

It was stupid of her.

If Grace had not come by, I would not have had as to touch it.

Anything else you want to know?

- No. I think you said about everything. - Yes. I think you are right.

You know, this is really fun.

When they go to your friends, you will not know that as we each.

They will find only pieces and finally bury us all together.

For eternity!

Grace!

Oh, Grace!

Damn liar!

Good sense of humor, I think!

Thank you! Thank you!

So it was only glycerin.

Was. Colored. But with nitro.

Did you know that?

Well, it really would not be able to pull that thing out of the factory.

A) because controls are very strict

and B) if it did, it would only be thrown into the air.

But it still gave him something to keep him quiet.

Immediately he realized he was in trouble

and this is why I wrote your wife.

- He killed her. - I am sorry!

And all this stuff... he killed so many people, robbed a bank...

- It was completely crazy. - So it seems. Thanks anyway!

- For what? - Because you found.

Well, it was just a fluke.

Well, a story very useful.

Even so, sir? Well, then I am planning more.

And also you've confirmed that Grace's mother was dead.

I did that?

Well, all I know is that she was not at the funeral.

Mothers who survive their children always come to the funeral, eh?

Yes... of course I do.

It's true? Everything was finished?

Thank God!

You know, I would have stayed with you. Whatever happens.

Know!

Brookie!

- Turkey! - I know, Miss Stewart.

- What has happened to him. - I wish I could tell you.

But Mr. Foyle was furious and asked for you.

- I just do not think I got it, right? - Well, I could not say.

But I can tell you, is that Scotland mouth flames of anger.

And was seeking me?

He said to go to him, soon come.

- Sir! - Yes?

I know that I have absolutely nothing to do with the disappearance of turkey.

- Know. - Do not know who took him.

And I do not know why they left in place a photo.

- You know? - Photo... is proof!

I do not understand, sir.

In these circumstances, I thought a lot, as you said, that turkey is a waste.

So I called the local magistrate.

- He said we can eat? - No. He did not say that.

He told us that gives us a special dispensation to use the photo as evidence.

So who's going to eat it?

Well, I thought to give children, and evacuated from the village.

- It's a very good idea, sir. - Well, I'm glad you think so.

The magistrate found it as good.

- Do you mind to drive there? - At all.

Yes.

- You handle that? - Absolutely!

Here you are, sir. He plucked and ready for the oven.

- After mother's old recipe. - Good.

It was a little tricky without onion stuffing.

They...

also hopes that you could join them?

- When? - Tomorrow? Noon?

Well, that would be great, sir.

The deportees! Even I thought of them, really!

Always.

You hear that? Ring the bell again!

So everything was said with Hitler. It's over!

- Merry Christmas! - And you!

For now, you work for me.

- Sabotage? - That's right!

What happened?

- You made a mistake. - You're the one who made a mistake.

We do this for the last time.